#and more detective novels?

[retired-ceo]

just realized i should do a books i read in 2022 list... so here

[spindlewoed]

You have to understand. I don't "ship" Harry with the smoker on the balcony, I think whatever they have going on canonically is way funnier and touching than anything anyone could come up with.

There is so much within the dynamic itself. It’s a middle aged man and a younger man who are nothing alike and everything like each other. It’s the smoker being the person that kickstarts Harry’s sexuality journey anew, seeing Harry’s fascination with him and being amused by it because (aside from Harry being probably the first man in a while who’s managed to leave him dumbfounded in a positive way) the smoker *knows* what’s happening in Harry’s mind and as he puts it, it’s beautiful.

Don't get me wrong, the mutual attraction is there. The smoker flirts with Harry every other two lines (girl why the fuck are you flirting with a cop you're insane. I'm obsessed with you) yet makes fun of him in the same breath while Harry is absolutely clueless the whole time because he's too busy staring at his abs. Couldn't come up with anything funnier if I tried.

I love this high drama check, this is exaclty what it feels like to speak to clueless boomers who have no idea what they're talking about. Still, once Harry admits that he might be part of the "underground" as he puts it, the smoker is immediately excited and encourages him to think about it. It's very sweet.

(I know everyone has probably seen this dialogue 100 times by now but I love the phrasing here. literally twink_boutta_pounce.jpeg)

And as a side note I really like this emphaty check in response to Harry's little breakdown after the failed suggestion check the first time you meet him. The smoker like damn he just like me fr.

I don't think more smoker interactions were needed at all or that they would ever talk again post-game but it's interesting to think about what other converations they could have, even just so we could learn a bit more about him. They both have an interest in art. They're both stuck in a place they can't leave if they wanted to and yet find beauty in it, they both have regrets about past relationships. They both find talking with the other a charming experience in a way or another. If I want to be indulgent, they both could benefit from learning about what being gay means for a younger/older generation, especially since they both have such different life experiences with their identities.

It's all fanfic talk, and obviously no cops at pride and so on but their interactions did make me think about community and recognition through the other. A flirt for the sake of a flirt, a “maybe in another lifetime” but this lifetime is good too because they did meet and leave an impression on each other before parting ways. That's *beautiful* too.

[startswith0]

Shinichi : these are a few of my favourite things!

Football/soccer!

Detective mystery novels!

Singing! Even tho he's tone-deaf

And, Ran Mouri! 🌸🌸

[joyfuladorable]

Trenchcoat-wearing time, but make it ✨Fashion✨

[justanotherrandomperson]

Been playing Scarlet Hollow

Tabitha Scarlet and her weirdo cousin who lives in a storage room of 10 peoples' apartment, sells handmade jewellery on Etsy, mystic/talkstoanimals extraordinaire, Tanya Scarlet.

[unhelpfulfemme]

I just realized that Ekaterin Vorkosigansaga's maiden name is Vorvayne because the structure and nature of her and Miles's romance are heavily inspired by Sayers's Wimsey novels, in which the romantic heroine is called Harriet Vane.

[lamentfulwarbler]

Losing my shit at this passage from The Untold Origins of the Detective Agency-

[rakktoons]

All I need is chocolate and season two of dead boy detectives

[shiut]

Read a bit of that Rain Code light novel "Waiting for Yuma", so here's my lil translation of the prologue.

Let's talk about justice.

For instance, there is a certain system to the way this world works that we may call the embodiment of justice.

That is the [World Detective Organization] -------- an extra-legal organization dedicated to the [eradication of unsolved cases around the world].

It is a large-scale organization with detective agencies established around the world serving as branches. There are 1,000 detectives belonging to this organization. Some of them are called [Master Detectives] and boast their own unique [Forensic Fortes].

What is a [Forensic Forte]?

It is a supernatural ability used for investigation.

For example, Postcognition. For example, Disguise. For example, Spectral Projection. For example…… There could be such things as the extraordinary ability to turn back time.

Those who naturally possess the quality of various skills acquire these special abilities for the purpose of investigation through training at the World Detective Organization. Thus, only those who boast a [Forensic Forte] are recognized as [Master Detectives]---- The detective is awarded with a [Master Detective] deed. Possession of this deed is proof of their status as a [Master Detective].

In other words, the [Master Detectives] are the ones who solve all mysteries ---- the enforcer of justice.

However, I would like to ask you a question.

No, I suppose I want to ask myself a question by talking to the hypothetical existence of you.

What is justice?

Justice is an ambiguous word. Depending on one's subjectivity, it can change connotation as much as one likes. People have human justice, and unraveling unsolved cases does not necessarily mean that it will be understood. In fact, I know that the justice that the [World Detective Organization] strives for likewise conflicts with society.

Therefore, justice is a dubious thing. Nevertheless, if I were dare to define it, I believe it would be "to eradicate all unsolved mysteries from this world and bring happiness to everyone".

If only, someday.

If only there would be someone who shares these thoughts of mine, and is willing to make the endeavor to lend me their assistance could appear. Someone who could clear the grey sky of its falling rain, with whom to stand alongside.

I am, I am…… So that's how it is.

By any means, would we want to become friends, I wonder. Boring, albeit hopeful perhaps.

Well, my time is over. Let's put this tale to rest. Today once again, many mysteries await the detective.

[enbysiriusblack]

remus loves folklore books, lily loves fantasy books, regulus loves classical books, peter loves comic books, emmeline loves detective books, dorcas loves poetry books, mary loves romance books, james loves sci-fi books, marlene loves rock magazines, sirius loves play scripts

[shitty-obeyme-aus]

Obey Me AU where the game gives Satan his Season 1 personality back.

[red-moon-at-night]

I would be so popular if I were an anime boy. People would make posts about putting me in a blender all the time. They’d call me sopping wet and say I was born in a cardboard box all alone

anyway. *shoots trans-your-gender laser beam at yumemi for fun*

[trubbishrubbish]

Honestly, Shinigami’s jealousy of Kurumi in chapter 2 was a funny and a good way to show that she cares about Yuma. The writers just needed to lessen the amount of times she called Yuma a pervert for disguising as the girls because he clearly isn’t and he needs the disguise for the investigation.

And maybe at the end of the chapter, Yuma asks why Shinigami is acting so hostile and she finally says it’s because she’s jealous of Kurumi. Not just because of her kind and energetic personality but because she’s a living creature that can physically interact with Yuma while Shinigami can’t. And Shinigami is angry that as a death god, she’s jealous of a girl that’s still in high school.

Yuma reassures her that he would never just abandon his partner for someone else so suddenly and that he still appreciates her being there for him as support and a trusted friend.

Shinigami feels a little better after he said that but she wishes she could hold Yuma’s hand anytime and not while they are focused in progressing in a mystery labyrinth.

[bigbrainbiology]

I'm still alive guys work is just ✨busy✨

[alstroemerian-dragon]

man. thinking about how the survivors all desperately need new hobbies

like. okay. sonia’s a great example. off the top of your head what are her hobbies? probably learning about and researching true crime and the occult, and watching j-dramas/anime, right? but if you really think about it, her fascination with japanese culture very much feels like her just desperately wanting to fit in and massively overcompensating. so while i do think she probably enjoys those shows, theyre definitely not as popular in her kingdom as she claims (not that im saying she’s lying on purpose, just that. well, when you feel embarrassed about someones reaction to you liking something, sometimes you’ll try to make an excuse for why you do yknow), and plus, its not like they have access to a lot of entertainment media for a while post program. as for the occult/true crime stuff…

look me in the eye and tell me junko did not use that against her. do you really think junko enoshima would not see a girl obsessed with the study of serial killers and not try and warp that into a fascination with her?

i think that stuff leaves a bad taste in her mouth now. and after committing and being complicit in the committing of the kind of crimes she used to be fascinated by, its kind of hard to find the joy in that anymore, yknow? the occult stuff could maybe still be enjoyable, but with how often it feels like there are ghosts lurking around every fucking corner and her dreams are filled with screaming corpses its kinda hard to be fanciful about that stuff.

so. girl needs some new hobbies.

its not much better for the others, either. akanes hobbies were basically working out, doing parkour, eating, and sleeping. the first two are downright impossible for the first several months after waking up, and for the foreseeable future any kind of physical activity is going to be, to an extent, difficult just due to how much chronic pain and weakness she’ll probably suffer the rest of her life. she can get to a healthier weight and a stronger muscular build, but its not going to change the fact that she gets out of breath and sore much faster than before. as for eating… well. thats gonna be a sore subject for a while. so all she has left is sleeping, and sleeping all day is, as ive been told by many people, kind of a depression symptom? and theres no way the others would sit back and let her do that.

girl needs some new hobbies!

kazuichi, from what we can tell, had a few more normal hobbies. in game you can find him gaming with chiaki, and he seems to enjoy coming up with schemes and plans for silly stuff, but overall he just loves his tinkering. he may be the ultimate mechanic but first and foremost he just loves fucking with machines and engines and finding out what makes them tick. but even that isnt gonna work anymore. sure, he could game. if they had any fucking consoles. or a working computer network. or any games. but none of that is happening for a while, if ever. as for his tinkering, it’s gotta be a similarly sore subject to sonia’s training and tutoring as a princess. its too closely linked to what he did as a despair, too closely linked to his talent, to not make him feel like screaming when he smells machine polish. i think he definitely could get back to a point where it genuinely brings him joy again, and before that he definitely forces himself to use his talent and knowledge because they need it, but. its a complicated problem.

the guy needs some new fucking hobbies.

and of course… fuyuhiko.

fuyuhiko… doesnt have any hobbies.

like okay can you think of a single thing from the game (or fuck even the anime) that implies that he has anything he actually does For Fun. he has a sweet tooth. hes dedicated to his clan. he went to the zoo with peko one time. he got in fights at school. thats… those arent hobbies. fuyuhiko doesnt have any hobbies!!! someone get this boy some fucking knitting needles or a book to read!!!! please!!!!!!!!!! i think it would genuinely help him a lot to have something to do instead of just sitting and stewing in his own trash fire of a brain speaking from experience. learn to sew, read some fantasy novels, learn to play the guitar, something. im begging you.

and hajime is his own fucking can of worms.

he probably had hobbies before the Horrors. right? he probably played some video games, maybe liked martial arts films, maybe sketched in the margins of his notebooks. rode his bike sometimes. but now? nothing keeps his interest that long. everything becomes monotonous after a while, and sure, sometimes thats the draw. with stuff like fiber crafts the point is sometimes making it muscle memory so you have something to do with your hands. but other times its not. and his ability to basically excel in most things you put in front of him has to be so fucking boring after a while. a lot of the point of having hobbies is that you arent perfect. the draw is learning, is getting better. even reading can become nothing when any nonfiction book has knowledge in it you already know and any fiction book you can intuit the ending from the first few pages. he probably reads Lightning Fast now too, so it cant hold his interest for long.

he probably has to constantly be switching hobbies and outlets. cant stay on one thing too long, or the ennui starts to set in. that sounds miserable.

someone get these kids some hobbies, man

[dyrewrites]

Bloodhound -- how werewolves happen

“She won’t need them until it comes out,” Leandro assured the frown he found holding the pup, “but I can’t say when that will happen, it’s different for everyone after it claims us.”

A word Deluca knew too well, used in a manner he’d not heard, tore him from the upsetting chains, “claims?”

“All your studies to earn the pretty title on your door, this pack you’ve impressed...and you don’t know where werewolves come from,” teasing, Leandro took the free hand dangling too deliciously and smiled as he was followed into the kitchen.

Sitting at a dining table for two—carved and assembled himself—Deluca counted chairs and made a note to carve a third. Allowing his flower to crawl along the surface of the table, he addressed the other wolf in the room, “I know it takes a bite, similar to vampires, but with no need of intent fueling the change.”

“Bene, bene,” Leandro teased again, leaning on the table and fighting not to steal a kiss. Those rich browns were narrowed at him, but there was a smile, “We need no intent. The intent is there already. Every human carries a beast chained within. While none know—not really—who the first to unleash theirs was, or how, we’re certain it was more than one, for how different we are. And that it created in them a key to unleash others,” digging in cupboards for the food he put in them, he handed a rapt Deluca a jar, tapping it, “she needs to eat or it’ll hurt more.

Nodding, and smiling for the wiggling excitement sitting itself in front of him on the table, Deluca popped the jar, took an offered spoon from Leandro and offered a bite to his flower. Which was when he saw all the blood caking her hair, “you need a bath, young lady.”

Laughing, short and quiet, Leandro took the other chair and leaned on the table, “you’ll be wasting time and power for that. Wait until after, when it’s only her beast’s blood coating her.”

“Mm,” he conceded, returning to the explanation of wolves he found himself too intrigued by as he watched his little one devour bite after bite of mush, “continue, please, Leandro. How do your beasts ‘claim’ you?”

He did not swoon, Leandro would insist, but he sunk deeper into his hand and gazed as he answered, “Not every bite unlocks the chains, and not every beast wishes to claim the body its in. So not every bite creates a new werewolf...but when it does, the only constants are the full moon and lack of control. We have no say in what it does that first shift, we’re not in there and will not remember,” his emphasis was taken as he hoped, with a sigh and smile, and he continued brighter, “Our bodies are its fuel, and it burns us out for the first feast of its life, it’s claim is that feast, and what binds us to it for the rest of our...relatively long lives. When claimed so young,” biting his lip for a slapped spoon and mess of green on Deluca’s face—taken with laughter painfully rich—his grin played too hot in his voice, “it’s always violent and starving, but her line is why it was a slaughter.”

“Doesn’t make sense,” Deluca argued, standing for a rag Leandro was too quick to get for him and losing a moment in eyes too bright and silvery-blue before whining brought him back to his flower. “It’s in the blood already, why would the bite matter for what it was?”

“It’s a beast, but it doesn’t know what sort...until it’s free. In this case the key is more important than the lock,” there were no clocks in Deluca’s house, not a single one and Leandro lamented their lack until he caught a window, “most do prefer night, however, to best see the moon.”

“Right, chains,” wiping food, if not the dried blood, off his little pup, Deluca cleaned up the jar and spoon quicker than either sets of eyes on him could follow before scooping her up and returning her to the room. “Lucky for your little beastie, there’s a window in here,” he cooed to a burbling flower, “and look, you can see la luna. Isn’t she beautiful?”