#next conan hints

[twirlquest]

p.s i need to remind everyone that this is actual official art

look at her.

witness. behold.

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[brain-of-soup]

universe. what do you mean by all this. why am i getting messages about a type of cocktail. i do not drink alcohol

[silentstyx]

ouat peter pan x reader hurt/comfort? please please 🙏

maybe something where the reader is really insecure and then misunderstands something he said that wasn’t actually meant to be mean and then he comforts them?

"Say You Like Your Shirt Soggy"

tw! insecurities, cursing, reader has like an anxious attachment style, Pan lwk ooc

heheheheh conan gray heheheh

You and Pan have been friends for a while, you also somewhat recently started dating. He was a good boyfriend. Protective, kind, listens, and all that jazz. Though, Pan got annoyed very easily.

You woke up in yours and Pan's shared tent alone. This wasn't anything out of the ordinary, he was in charge of everything at Neverland and had to make sure all of the Lost Boys were okay, he also just naturally woke up earlier than you.

You got up and got ready for the day, once you left the tent you went on your short quest to find Pan. You find him talking to some lost boys. You go behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Pan was in the middle of talking when you did this, he sighed and took your arms off of him. Your brows furrowed but you took the hint and just sat next to him. You looked up at him as he spoke.

You gently grabbed his hand as they talked, he immediately jerked his hand away. Why is he being weird? He's usually fine with you being affectionate? You instead opt his hand for just interlocking pinkies.

You see him roll his eyes and sigh as the lost boy talks, yet he doesn't drop your pinky.

Soon enough the conference is over and immediately Pan's gaze is on you. Yet, it wasn't the soft stare with a sweet smirk like normal. No. This time it was a mean glare.

"Did you have to be all over me? That was a damn important meeting." He said with an annoyed undertone.

Your eyes widened harsh tone, "Babe- I'm sorry I didn't know-"

He snaps, jerking his hand away from you, "God, you never know do you?! Your always just up my ass at the worst times!"

You don't know how to respond, so you just stare at him silently. No movement.

He lifted his brows, "Oh now you're not gonna be all over me? Now that I'm yelling at you you're done interacting with me?!"

All you could do was look down, you could feel the lump in your throat as he scolded you. The worst part about this was that he never raised his voice, just the harshness in his voice growing rougher and rougher.

"This is so fuckin annoying.." He grumbles.

Your bottom lip involuntary trembles, voice whiny and sad, "baby, m sorry didnt mean- I can just go."

You got up and went back to the shared tent. You sat in there on your bed alone, tears didn't fall out but instead blurred your vision. You should've used common sense, obviously when he's talking to someone else you shouldn't be all over him. What went through your head when you went up to him and wrapped your arms around him?! Ugh.

The tent then opened up, showing Pan. He had a sorry expression on his face.

"My love? Look-" he hisses, "you're not annoying okay? That meeting was just... difficult, mkay? I was mad at that not you."

You look at him with a hurt expression, looking up at him through furrowed brows.

"I know you hate getting called annoying and I was purposefully pressing buttons, you're not annoying. Okay?" He says with a soft voice.

You nod softly, yet that wasn't enough for him.

"[reader] I need a verbal response. You're not annoying, ya know that?" His voice was firm, he was not joking.

You roll your eyes with a soft chuckle, "I know..."

"Cmere..." He whisper as he brings you into a soft hug, "love you honey.."

[leonawriter]

Excuse me while I basically make Azure Throne into a hakukai fanfic.

This got... really long, and veered off from what I intended for it several times, but is basically at heart as I said, a look at Azure Throne through the lens of "what if we work on the assumption that Hakuba knew it was Kaito from the start, and/or they're actually outright flirting."

Hakuba: Kuroba what are you doing here. Why aren't you even in a disguise- oh, I see. This is interesting.

Kaito: Oh god it's Hakuba he's going to see through me like I'm made of cellophane or something. Please don't call me out here. I am pretending not to know you. Shush. PLAY ALONG.

Kaito: Come on please let one of my detectives have SOME faith in me. Restore my faith in humanity. Take the fucking bait, Hakuba.

Hakuba: Oh, that's. That's... I see what's going on here. That does complicate matters. All right, fine. I'll play along. Because I want to find the truth more than I want you arrested.

Hakuba: [Merely pays more attention to the actual suspects]

Kaito: [internally shouting "THANK YOU."]

Hakuba: We need to know exactly where everyone is, what they were doing, and if you'll excuse me I am going to geek out over science now-

Kaito: Okay well watch me explain in detail how Kaitou Kid (who is Not Me, by the way, in case you needed to be reminded) got in here. And let's conveniently not bring up how no one knows how Shinichi got here and Kid left.

Hakuba: Oh, and I anticipated your entire trick.

Hakuba: Because I know exactly how you work and I also know exactly what your clothes are made of.

Kaito: Wow... you're creepy, you know that? This is why I try and send you off on a wild dove chase each time you're heading to one of my heists.

Hakuba: Isn't it funny how I planned to catch Kaitou Kid that way, and instead I caught you two. I'm sure there's absolutely no connection between either of you and Kid... is there? Kaito?

Kaito: Oh but you know you can't say anything until this case is closed. I know you can't.

Hakuba: This means you too, Kaito. I'll be needing your firsthand knowledge of the way things went, of course.

Hakuba: It'll be good to have another actual detective on board for this!

Honestly I can just leave this one be. Kaito is enough of a tsundere that "But, to think Hakuba came back... he should have just stayed and studied in London forever!" is accurate to what I think he'd be thinking right there.

It also matches with the several times (Dark Knight and Green Dragon especially) when he's personally redirected Hakuba away from the heist.

Plus, with his attachment issues (one parent he idolised is dead, the other is barely home), I think Kaito would have a very hard time dealing with Hakuba, who (like his mother) travels a lot, and is... barely there, really. :(

Hakuba: Now, I wonder if you can keep up as a detective when playing one?

Kaito: Oh yeah? Watch me! Uh... I just need a pointer. That's all.

The interesting thing here is that Kaito has played at being a detective in the past. He's even played at being Mouri Kogoro right next to Hakuba here, in the Twilight Mansion case. However... in that case he wasn't needing to play a smart detective, and in any other instance he wasn't technically a "detective" (Magic Lovers Murder Case, where Katsuki Doito is a medical student) or he knows that Conan is capable of solving the mystery if he gives the right hints (Four Masterpieces, when he's being Takagi).

There's also the time when he played Hakuba himself in the movie Private Eye's Requiem, and we don't know how many times he'd have done that, that we haven't seen.

Point is, though, Hakuba doesn't know how good Kaito's observational skills are as a detective and it feels kind of like... if he knows (and I'm sure he has a gut feeling from the start even if he doesn't have evidence) he wants to know- "I can keep up with you, on your territory, but can you keep up with me, on mine?"

With that in mind, the fact that Kaito's only relaying what Shinichi's telling him must be... frustrating, for someone who'd actually be curious what Kaito can do, and I'm sure Hakuba would want to push Kaito to be able to figure things out for himself as well.

But I digress. Moving on.

Hakuba: [Has just seen "Kudo" flirting and being sentimental with Ran, "his" girlfriend, in a way that Shinichi himself says is so spot-on its kinda pissing him off] Oi. Kaito. I thought you were interested in Aoko. Watch it. [Also kinda jealous himself.]

I freakin' LOVE these two panels. This entire sense of "Yeah Hakuba's got Kaito sussed and he's already got half of what's going on with Conan, and yeah the next thing he does is question "Are you really Kudo Shinichi?" it's because of a potential flawed deduction when Shinichi's supposed to be this perfect saviour of the Japanese Police Force.

And in posing the question in such a way, he's allowing Kaito - master of disguise! - to come up with a cover story. Which, of course, he does.

But overall? It's the sense of... actually, just as I said. Hakuba's going "Shh. I'm talking to [him]! Don't interrupt us, okay?" - He's going "I know you're helping him, but I want to know his capabilities. Not yours."

Kaito just calling his ass out like "Hakuba I know you're obsessed with me- I mean Kid- c'mon I know you better than that~"

Also the phrase "Rumoured to have his eyes light up at the mere mention of Kid" more like. Kaito you have seen that in person.

More like I look at it and I'm like, is this Kaito saying "I Know What You Are"?

I know that it's not just them, but it's this nice little touch of the two of them standing next to each other, while Conan is on the other side of the group, and they're both mirroring the other's posture.

Kaito's already thought to himself how he barely needs to change his voice, and it's easy to imagine him barely changing his behaviours but adjusting so that he's more serious and less playing the clown or showman.

In this case, he's fully paying attention to the case (just as he has in previous ones as a witness) and...

He and Hakuba are on the exact same wavelength, with Hakuba finishing Kaito's sentence here.

Again with the twinning. Kaito has a slightly more clueless look about him, I'd say, but that's because he is out of his depth. Other than that? He's just as much taking Hakuba's lead on the case as he is Shinichi's!

The sheer amount of "Kuroba, your alibi is slipping!"

Hakuba's not going to outright cover for something that might be noticed as a flaw later on, nor is he outright going to call Kaito's disguise out immediately when other things are going on. He is, however, going to tease him to hell and back, push buttons, you name it.

And, of course, Hakuba in hearing Kaito's alibi and seeing Conan back it up, will also know that Conan is on Kid's side here even more than before.

Small and simple observation: Kaito is behind Hakuba.

At this point Hakuba in canon and the Hakuba who knew from the moment he laid eyes on him both know that this is Kaito. It's Kaitou Kid.

The start of the case had the crime get pinned on Kid.

Yet - Hakuba's just fine with Kaito watching his back and/or fully capable of doing whatever he likes behind him, knowing full well that Kaito's a skilled magician who'd be able to hide his actions. The obvious point is that he trusts Kaito.

And then - we get to the Flirtening.

I call it that because in canon it's bad enough, with Hakuba clearly only started making moves on Ran to make Kid slip up.

But in a world where he knows it's Kaito from the start? In Hakukai Fanfic Land?

First off- I'd say that this is actually payback.

Earlier on in the case, Hakuba saw Kaito (as Shinichi) flirting with Ran. Thinking back to the very first set of cases Hakuba ever appeared in, and... he'd walked into class for the first time and seen Kaito being mean to a girl, to Aoko, who was clearly hurting, and then tried to be nice to her by saying, basically, "If he won't take you to the concert you wanted to go to, I'll go with you."

Going on him knowing that this here is Kaito? He'd be seeing Kaito flirting with someone who isn't Aoko, and getting very in character, and... basically going "watch it."

So Saguru is a) defensive for Aoko, b) jealous because oi, why are you flirting with her, when he is right here, and c) using this as a means of poking a hole in Kaito's disguise, because sure he's more interested in the truth than he is in arresting Kaito, but that doesn't mean he's above making life hard for him.

In which case...

Kaito going "What did you say, jerk!!" is just as much "oh shit yeah I'm supposed to be being Shinichi right now" as it is "Hakuba why are you flirting with someone else?"

The reaction would be delayed because a) Kaito knows Hakuba's not interested in Ran, or not interested in girls in general, and b) the sheer amount of "what the fuck is happening. what is going on in front of me here" he'd be feeling.

Because for one thing, Conan's down there making attack dog noises, and for another- d'you think Kaito would just reflexively fall back into poker face if he saw the guy he likes/who he knows is interested in him just easily flirting around? I think that ordinarily Kaito would just be like "eh, that's just Hakuba being Hakuba" but I'm also aware of how fragile Kaito's social connections and relationships often are, as well as the rift between logic and emotion.

After this we have a few different things happening at once.

We have Kaito not having asked which cheek Ran had kissed Shinichi on and gesturing to the wrong one, which Ran instantly notices:

Note that the flashback isn't just for our benefit; we see later on that Ran realises probably in this moment that there's something Wrong with "Shinichi" because how could he forget which cheek she kissed him on?

This being relevant because right before that...

He'd told Ran to not "space out" - but with the weirdness going on between him, Hakuba, and Conan, I wonder if it was actually Kaito who knew he was kind of spacing out here! Like, sure, Shinichi's sending Kaito lines, but in terms of narrative and themes...

And in canon, this is where Hakuba first notices the mike and earpiece that Kaito and Conan are using to communicate. Even in a version where he knew it was Kaito from the start, this would still be where Hakuba realises "Hey, what's UP with that kid?"

Hakuba, in canon: Could it be... that those two...

My headcanon for that is that he was meaning to say "are working together," which is the easiest and most obvious/simple conclusion of his sentence.

Hakuba, in fanfic hc land: Hey, why are they working together? I know I didn't warn him I'd be here, but he could have been working with me. That kid already stole some of my reputation regarding going against you, and now this too?!

Honestly, sometimes I remember the times when Kaito has shown himself able to figure out a trick or even a murder trick more or less on his own or at the same pace as Shinichi, and I see times like this when he's shown as needing a lot more help, and I feel frustrated that Kaito's seeming to be dumbed down a little to make Shinichi look better.

But then, I think about how there's multiple times over the course of not just Detective Conan but also Magic Kaito itself, where Kaito is uncomfortable around murders and dead bodies.

Which then starts to make sense of the times when he relies more on his detectives' wits for things like this; if it's a logic puzzle trick that he can treat as one, then he can keep up. If there's blood and bodies and Someone Died Here, which they did - someone died before his heist could even begin! - then his mind has a hard time, skittering around the unnerving parts and not being able to give the trick the attention it needs.

I'd imagine his thought process goes kind of like "Okay okay so if I could think of anything that'd be really useful (but a guy died a minute ago I was out there and doing normal things and a guy died) yeah but if you don't think smart now it's going to happen again or they won't get caught (oh god what if I can't do it) I have to but-" and... so on.

And back to point, but - Hakuba hasn't really seen Kaito in the direct aftermath of him having seen someone die, when Kaito isn't pretending to be someone else.

Technically, he still hasn't here, because Kaito is Being Shinichi.

Dark Knight had Hakuba arrive on scene late, as Kid was already leaving the scene, and in Twilight Mansion Kid was Mouri Kogoro, so even if his reactions were touched with reality, no one could tell what was Kid and what was Kogoro. Here, Hakuba wasn't the first on scene, and he only sees Kaito once Kaito's had a chance to put his poker face (and a Mask of Shinichi) on.

I'd even say that... this being Detective Conan, we've had a chance to see an entire character development arc between Shinichi and Kaito, even if it is still one-sided and not the healthiest of dynamics. We know that Shinichi's not really going to hand Kaito to the police on a silver platter.

But Hakuba? The irony is that in MK canon Hakuba is KNOWN for calling Kaito with helpful knowledge about his opponent (Golden Eye, infamously) and withholding information that would put suspicion onto Kaito's civilian identity (Midnight Crow, at least). And yet in this heist, because we're a) seeing things from Conan and Kaito's perspective here, and b) we haven't seen what Hakuba would do in this sort of situation before, he seems... more of a threat if he outright found them out than if it were just the police (who they can trick) or Hattori (who Shinichi would be able to shush).

Personally, I believe that Hakuba WOULD have worked with Kaito to come to all of the same conclusions that they came to in canon with Shinichi as the POV. Hakuba's a good enough detective, after all, as we even see him doing this in canon, drawing the same conclusions without Shinichi having to whisper in his ear once.

Is Kaito side-eyeing Hakuba because he knows Hakuba's being a little shit over this but he can't say anything because he can't admit that he knows the guy personally as well as he does? Is Conan flailing because he feels like they've been sussed out?

Or is it more along the lines of "Oh, you think you're so smart, don't you? Soooo clever. Yeah sure, after you've been hounding me all case- but don't think I'll let you have the last laugh"?

And now, I'm thinking of Shinichi hearing some of the familiarity come out in their voices around now, if not before, and he's finally realising "Oh- okay so Kid knows this guy. Not just aware of him, he knows him. Oh. Oh shit."

Fun fact: we do not see Conan again alll the way through the explanation of the fireman's carry that Hakuba is doing with Kaito as his partner. The next time we see Conan, it's after they've pinned the criminal in place.

I find this interesting because... in spite of this being a case that Hakuba is starring in - the guy who is well known for asking "Why did you do it?" - it's the victim's wife who asks that, by way of her "But why did you kill my husband!?" and it's Conan who suggests a potential reason.

In a sense, they've both stolen Hakuba's thunder here, the wife by taking his catchphrase and Conan for taking the words out of the criminals mouth before the guy can admit it himself, in his own words.

(Ironically, Kaito would agree with Conan on this, probably, what with him having said "isn't it your job to figure [motive] out?" but as I've said before, I see worth in Hakuba asking for it in the criminals' own words.)

I feel like both I and other people have probably made all the jokes about the "I've got the stamina to keep carrying you for ages" part that I don't need to rehash it that much, haha.

But I DO have other observations.

Kaito: So, you figured it out, huh... Hakuba: Of course!

Like... even way aside from the fact that Hakuba's probably just internally going "you're SO lucky I like you, otherwise I'd have just pointed out that you just flattened your hair the moment I walked in" there's something this reminded me of.

In the translation here, Kaito trails off on an ellipsis, but... in a way, that's a question. It's literally "So, you figured me out?" except Kaito may well have been expecting it even in canon, so it's no longer a question.

What's the significance of this?

Well.

It brings to mind how Toichi asked "Will you be able to stop me?" and Yusaku said "[Yeah...] of course!"

And of course we know that whatever Yusaku was able to do, it was never enough to stop the legend of Kaitou Kid from growing - and we also now know that he almost certainly knew that it was his brother Toichi right from the start.

In many ways it's meant to show how Kaito and Shinichi have taken up their fathers' mantles and become each other's rival... but this moment of "You found me out?" "Yeah, of course!" shows that Hakuba is just as much Kaitou Kid's worthy rival. He is thematically and narratively Kid's rival.

(And this is where I get my post limit for images, whoops!)

So, yeah. Kaito then has a space of about three [3] panels between Hakuba saying "I know you're Kid" and then Hakuba trying to walk and finding his legs are cuffed together.

I'd also say that in terms of pranks that Kaito (as Kid) has played in order to get out of a Situation, that was... a lot more on the immature roughhousing side than a lot of what he does. So much of his DC appearances relies on... action movie stunts? Stuff that's actually really risky? Because he needs to rely on that. But with Hakuba he doesn't have to. It reads more like play fighting.

(Because Hakuba, he knows, isn't going to attack him with a deadly soccer ball or knock him out midair.)

A thought on why he cuffed Hakuba's legs together like he did even if they're on better terms would also be the easy "Kaito knows that Nakamori is there, knows that Hakuba wouldn't be allowed to carry him all the way to the station, knows that something would go wrong, and almost certainly by this point knows that he shouldn't go out in public as Shinichi. So he's just as much going "yeah nope, not doing that, bad idea on SO many levels" as he is "I don't fancy going to jail today."

And, for an ending note: Hakuba at no point seems frustrated or upset that Kaito got away. Not for one single moment.

If anything, I'd say he's just going "Ah, there he goes again. Look at him go." with a fond look in his eye.

[loud-sturniolos]

Crush, 1

A Chris Sturniolo fic

SUMMARY:

Chris finally realises he has a crush on his brothers best friend, and once he acknowledges it, the universe seems to be hellbent on making things awkward.

WARNINGS:

kinda cringe ngl😻, uses of Y/N, loosely based on Crush Culture by Conan Gray, sexual themes + male masturbation but no actual sex!(..yet), pet names, very badly written smut, not proof read, kind of a cliffhanger (bc I didnt know how to end it💀)

TROPES:

Friends to lovers, one bed, best friends brother.

A/N: I haven’t written in a while, writers block and depression kicking my ass rn🥲 Btw, Matt comforting Chris is so shit, im not good at writing stuff like that; sorryyy

It was 2:43AM, Chris, Matt, Nick & Y/N were still up, the TV played quietly in the background as they all sat in the living room.

Nick let out a loud yawn, tapping Y/N’s forearm. “When are you gonna go to bed?” He asks curiously, “Uh, I’ll go do my skincare now so we can sleep soon.” Nick hums in acknowledgment, getting up and following Y/N to his bathroom to help her with skincare.

After a few minutes of Matt and Chris being alone, the younger brother sits up and looks at Matt over his phone. “Matt?” He says gently, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “What’s up, Chris?” Matt mumbles, still mostly focused on playing Clash of Clans on his phone. “I think I like Y/N.” The younger brunet blurts out, not knowing how to start the conversation. Matt’s eyes widen, immediately his eyes go to Chris’s subtly flushed face. Matt stays silent for a moment, unsure of what to say.

“Is.. that a bad thing?” He finally says in a caring tone after a beat of silence, “I..” Chris stutters, staring down at his lap as he thinks. “I don’t want it to be a bad thing.” He replies. “Then why don’t you tell her?” Matt has now moved to sit next to Chris, rubbing his younger brothers arm comfortingly. “I can’t do that. What if it ruins our friendship? What if she doesn’t like me back? What if I don’t actually like her? What if I me-“ Chris starts rambling anxiously, which Matt cuts off by shoving his hand over Chris’s mouth. “Dude. Calm down. It’s fine, you’re fine.” He says bluntly, but clearly with brotherly love. Chris mumbles a “sorry..” through Matt’s hand, “Chris, shes your best friend. If she does, it wont ruin your friendship. Promise.” Before Chris could reply, Y/N walked back downstairs. “Chris, I’m using your shower.” She says casually as she walks through the room, then towards Chris’s bathroom as Nick’s shower can be heard being turned on elsewhere in the house.

Matt stood up after a few minutes of silence, “I’m gonna go to bed.” He said, glancing at Chris. “Me too, night Matt.” Chris stands up too, both the men walking to their respective rooms.

After half an hour, Chris hears his bedroom door open. He glances up and sees Y/N stood at the door in a bra and pyjama shorts, and all the blood immediately starts rushing down south, and to his pale cheeks. He cleared his throat, “Uh.. can I help you with anything?” He mumbled, trying not to stare right at his best friends chest which was on full display. “I forgot my pyjama shirt, can I borrow one of your shirts?” She asked, oblivious to his distraction. “Can you not borrow one of Nick’s?” He says with a raised eyebrow, but still climbing out the bed and getting her a shirt. “I’m pretty sure Nick’s asleep, I don’t want to wake him up.” She replies, walking over to take the shirt out Chris’s hands and pull it over her head. A subtle smile tugged at Chris’s lips, “So, where are you sleeping then?” He asked curiously, glancing down at the shorter girl as she readjusted her hair out the shirt. “I’ll just sleep on the sofa.” The girl replied with a nonchalant shrug. Chris raised an eyebrow and gently grabbed her elbow, pulling her just a bit closer. “You can sleep in my bed, it’s big enough for 2. I don’t want you to sleep on the uncomfy couch.” He said softly, smiling slightly at the girls slightly flustered expression. “..okay.” She mumbled shyly, following Chris to the bed.

“I like seeing you in my shirt.” Chris said without thinking, a blush immediately covering his and Y/N’s face. Y/N stayed silent, unsure of how to reply. Chris stayed silent too, quietly cursing to himself in embarrassment. After a few minutes, Chris can hear Y/N’s breathing softening. He glances over to see her peacefully asleep, and so he decided to try sleep too.

The next morning, Chris wakes up first. He pauses when he feels a weight on top of him, looking down he sees Y/N with her head on his shoulder, one arm around his waist, and one leg thrown over his hips, her knee placed right on top of his erection. Chris’s face turned a bright red, a small groan leaving his lips as he tried to subtly shift Y/N off him, but of course, Y/N wakes up.

“Fuck..” Chris whispers to himself, gently nudging Y/Ns knee off his crotch and making sure to keep his throbbing hard on away from her. “G’morning..” The girl grumbled, clearly still half asleep. “Morning.. I need a shower.” Chris says, standing up and grabbing a shirt before bolting out his room and towards his bathroom.

Chris quickly strips and gets into the shower, he debates for a moment about turning the shower cold, but he decides not too. Instead, his hand trails down and slowly wraps around his shaft, a low moan leaving his plump pink lips as he slowly starts to stroke it.

His mind is full of fantasies, and memories, all of Y/N. He starts to stroke faster, harder, his hips thrusting into his fist. His free hand holds up his weight against the shower wall, biting his bottom lip to muffle the moans. “F- fuck, ma..” He groaned as he finished, the sticky white substance going down the drain with the water quickly.

A soft sigh leaves Y/N’s lips as she stands up from Chris’s bed, she wandered out Chris’s room after brushing her hair. She heard the shower turn off in Chris’s bathroom and decided to do her skincare in his bathroom instead of Nick’s, so she went towards the door and knocked gently. “Yeah?” Chris yelled through the door, assuming it was Matt or Nick. Y/N walked in without thinking, only to be met with Chris naked stepping out the shower. Both paused, a bright red spreading across Chris’s pale cheeks and up his ears. Y/N, after getting over the shock, tried her best to not look at Chris’s on-display crotch. Chris scrambled and grabbed a towel as Y/N turned and quickly left the room, yelling a “sorry!” as she bolted down the hall. Chris quickly tugged his boxers and sweatpants on before bolting after Y/N. “Wait- Y/N!” He yelled after her.

@sturnioloshacker @sturnsbabie (hope y’all don’t mind being tagged😞)

PART 2 ::

[greenfiend]

The Dragon 🐉 and The Magic Sword 🗡️

Myths, meanings, and theories…

We have long accepted that Mike is likely to wield this magic sword, but there’s a little discussion on the possible implications of this…

The Clues and References within the Show

In the very first episode of season 2, we are introduced to the game Dragon's Lair. The goal of the game is to save the princess who was kidnapped by entering deep into the castle, defeating monsters, then defeating the final monster: the dragon. The way to defeat the dragon? To use the magic sword. Once the dragon is defeated, the character is able to retrieve a key to free the princess.

In the beginning of season 4, we see that Mike has a poster of Conan the Barbarian holding a special sword and then at the end of the season we see Hopper utilize the same sword against the Demogorgon.

And... most significantly, Will's painting features a three-headed dragon, with Mike in the lead holding a sword.

Famous Stories

Many famous stories and myths feature a magic sword and/or a dragon. I won't cover all of them here but some that I think may be relevant.

King Arthur and Excalibur

Excalibur is the most famous magical sword. There are different variations of this myth. The most commonly known one is where Arthur is the chosen one to pull the sword out of the stone... automatically making him the king.

In other versions, Arthur retrieves the sword from the lady in the lake. The lady is a fairy in the lake who hands Arthur the sword.

St. George and the Dragon

In this legend, a dragon terrorizes a village by requiring a daily human sacrifice. When it was time for the princess to be the sacrifice, George defeated the dragon to save her and the village.

Sleeping Beauty

Again, there are many different versions of this story. In the more modern Disney version, the prince defeats the dragon (Maleficent) with a sword that was enchanted by the fairies.

Like Dragon's Lair, defeating the dragon with the magic sword led the hero to the princess in a castle and saving her. I do think this story will be some inspiration for the next season as there are *SO* many references to dreaming/sleeping. Not to mention how many times Mike was able to "wake up" Will from a trance state within the show already...

Also, the writers posted this image of "A Wrinkle in Time" with another book behind it. That book is "The Arthur Rackham Fairy Book". In this book, there are several fairy tale stories, one of them being "Sleeping Beauty".

Archangel Michael

This one is especially relevant and is likely a major reason why Mike is named "Michael"...

The archangel Michael is an important figure within Christianity, Judaism, and Islam. He is the warrior for God (Will has a lot of God symbolism). Michael famously utilizes a flaming sword in his battle with the devil. The devil he defeats is often also referred to as a dragon.

Archangel Michael is a leader, and a champion of justice for God.

Meanings/Symbolism

Okay bear with me on this, but this is what I'm interpreting thus far.

The dragon is a demon. Where do demons come from (as told by the show itself)?

From the past, in the mind, from memories that invade from the subconscious.

When looking at both Mike's poster and Will's painting there a two major similarities. Both feature a dragon, and both feature a wizard.

In Mike's poster, the dragon appears to be conjured by the wizard. In Will's painting, Will (as a wizard) is the only one placed in a spot slightly below the dragon and is seen utilizing magic. Almost as if... Will himself created the dragon. That this dragon is a demon from his past.

That's why I strongly believe this is an internal fight. One that Mike is helping Will with. Like the Archangel Michael, he is seeking for justice, and truth by fighting the dragon.

This wouldn't be the first time that the show has subtly hinted that Will has willed aspects of the show into existence.

Why does the dragon have three heads, you may ask? For one, it is a reference to Cerberus, the famous three-headed dog of Hades who guards the gates of the underworld. But also, it symbolizes time.

Each head symbolizes a different point in time: the past, the present, and the future.

Whether or not literal or figurative time travel will occur in ST5, it is undoubtedly going to be an important aspect of the final season.

Once Mike defeats the dragon for Will, he may be able to unlock the (closet) door to wake Will up and simultaneously save him.

[autumn-foxfire]

Episode 9, 10 and 11

Ah, Chikage describing her first meeting with Toichi as romantic and then you see what actually happens and for most people you'd view it as the opposite of romantic. In fact, creepy and weird would be better considering that "romantic kiss" was one taken without her consent.

Kaito really knows how to use police incompetence to his best ability lmao. "It's the inspectors daughter so it's okay," Kaito has turned into her before <.<

Gosho's villains: KID is working with the girl he likes.

Gosho's characters: I will never tell her my identity.

Gosho's fans: Please let her know.

I love how completely uninterested Kaito is in Aoko. I'm supposed to believe he likes her when all he thinks about her when she's trying to show off a cute hairpin she has is "Damn, another layer to my next disguise as her."

True love~

Kaito: I'll join you-

Akako: Sorry, I'm taking her on the date.

And Kaito has to ruin Akako's date <.< Women can't have anything in this series.

Situations like this could be interesting if characters would learn from the scenarios. The villain has jumped to the wrong conclusion due to Kaito being too flippant with who he disguises as and has put the person he cares about most in danger.

Chikage should have cut off the man's hand. Women aren't allowed to do anything in this series.

Don't you love the obvious treatment of men and women? Chikage as to do all intricate moves to dodge the lazers, bending her body and showing the audience her body as she does. Toichi just walks through them.

And here's the big romantic moment.

"Let's shut up the complaining woman with a kiss." Ah, men, they think a woman's hell is romantic.

He even just assumes Chikage wants to retire and says he'll take over her job <.< Of course the woman is okay with giving up everything and becoming a man's housewife as that's how all women in his series are wrote.

Oh, so this episode also does the Ryouma's treasure heist.

Gosho is also very unoriginal with writing romance:

"My main characters will want to copy their parent's romance! Isn't it so cute!"

Us: Please for the love of god be original.

At least Kaito has the decency to not steal a kiss without consent <.<

Kaito you forgot about it because you don't want it, let's be real babe.

Kaito deserves to be a lot more angry with his parents that they didn't warn him about the danger he could be in. But no, that's not allowed. Even as he's dumped with cleaning up the REST of Chikage's messes.

I think these are some of the more tragic moments of Magic Kaito, where Kaito is shown to be a kid who doesn't know what to do and seeks the one person who should have been there for him. talking to thin air and the records a father left to manipulate him...

Aoko, maybe that's why you don't punch people, because they won't always dodge.

THE CONE!

He's so cute in this art style.

I wonder why they put this episode here though. Seems a bit out of order.

Sonoko looks good in this anime style. Ran looks terrible but she often does due to the horn.

Kaito smiling as he calls Shinichi a brat because he's actually happy to see him.

Kaito stop staring at your future husband like that. We get it, you love him. But you make it so obvious.

If you don't know the plot of Detective Conan, you would be so goddamn confused why Jii is so concerned about the appearance of a little kid LMAO

HE SAID THE LINE.

Kaito hearing Nakamori say something smart: You didn't say that did you.

Kaito: I'll guess I'll also give you a hint considering my husband already did.

Shinichi just casually finishing Kaito's own thoughts like one does. I saw a post recently about how Shinichi doesn't know Kaito's mind as well as a certain detective in Kaito's series and I'm sorry but you're very wrong. He knows Kaito so well, he knew what he was thinking in that moment.

Not only does Shinichi figure it out, he goes along with it too. He doesn't even tell the police what is going on beyond a warning and a hint.

And doing what Shinichi does, he goes to confront KID alone as he is never serious about actually trying to capture him.

Shinichi is just flirting with his husband showing off how good you are at being sneaky too.

And of course he had to flirt back.

...the fatphobia isn't cute.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Chapter 27. Cabbage Rose

Summary: It's quite odd, being the admirer instead of the admiree. Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Words: 1,307 Listen to: 'Boys & Girls' -by Conan Gray A/N: The titles come from a late regency book called 'The Language of Flowers' in case you want to look for the meaning of each -Danny

"I saw him, and he just—he sank onto the floor!" You dismount Reaper in a swift movement. "He's always been infuriating, but today was a new low..."

"He panicked," Paula says patiently, walking out of the stables beside you. "He didn't send you any letters announcing his visit, and he probably didn't know about the parade, so imagine how cornered he must've felt when you showed up—and riding Reaper, no less!"

"I'm tired of that narrative! He's thirty years old and 1.80 meters tall, hardly a man that can be cornered by a woman of my stature!"

"Y/N, even if he wanted to see you, holding back is the proper thing to do, isn't it?"

"He's never cared about proper before," you mutter grumpily.

"Perhaps not in London, where he has power, popularity, and wealth. But it's a different story here. He could be imprisoned if our guards thought he was looking at you the wrong way."

You walk in silence for a minute, recognising you might be overlooking the difference in status once again. "Ah, bugger," you scoff. "Yes, of course that's true..."

You're just reaching the main entrance of the castle when your brothers arrive. "Y/N! You won't guess who we found outside your favourite bookshop!"

"Lord Dickens?" You ask with little interest. "He's already hinted he'll come to the masquerade with a present he's been meaning to give me since last year..."

"Guess again," Roman smirks, sliding off his horse. "We found Mr Bridgerton."

You turn so abruptly that Paula crashes against you. Rowan has to steady her before she falls down the steps of the castle's entrance. "You spoke to him?"

Richard frowns, still on his horse. "You knew he was here, then?"

"When we spoke to him, it didn't seem like he knew anything about the masquerade," Rowan comments.

"No, uhm... no. His sister told me they were coming."

"Ah, Eloise, was it?"

"Hyacinth."

"He said Hyacinth didn't come."

"Yes, I know, she sent me a letter from London."

"This artist has too many sisters," Rowan frowns. "So is he avoiding you?"

"I believe he thinks it would be overstepping to come and say hi—he doesn't consider himself a friend."

"But he is, isn't he?" Richard smirks. "You fancy him."

"What an immature comment," you respond haughtily. "Were you nice to him, at least?"

"Well, of course. We thought you didn't know he was here, so we extended a direct invitation to him and his sister for tonight's ball so they could come and surprise you—now I'm a bit sorry we did, you coward."

"I'm not a coward! I didn't reach out because that's beneath a princess!"

"And you're a pansy," Richard replies, unbothered.

Paula steps forward before you can yank him off the horse. "Alright! Spirits are rather high, and we all have to prepare for the ball. Your highness, we must get you cleaned, and it would be nice if you didn't murder the prince on his birthday?"

"Fine," you snap. "Take me away from them."

"Paula, we don't deserve you, my sister least of all," Richard winks at her. "Save me a dance, won't you?"

"I would, but your head barely reaches my shoulder, and I'm afraid that makes both of us look bad," Paula replies teasingly before taking you to the castle.

Benedict has always been rather fond of masquerade balls, but he'd never seen their true potential until he attended this one. It is real freedom personified: men in dresses, wigs, and colourful makeup; women dressed up as pirates, witches, and ghosts—even those who go for traditional designs such as princesses, mermaids, and animals have some extravagance to them. Seeing all this diversity, he can't help but wonder what caught your eye when you met him when you had all this at home, and no wonder you didn't want to leave Genovia to begin with!

"No one here is normal," he states with utmost admiration. Anyone here could be your intended, and he'd still feel a thousand times less adequate than the most unassuming character in this room.

Eloise laughs, fixing the bandit mask on her face. "Oh, Mother needs to take notes!"

Benedict checks his own costume and feels angry for choosing something simple when everyone here is an explosion of colour. Granted, there weren't many options for male wear at the shop—it was the very day of the ball, after all—but he still stuck to the safest option: a knight. He's tired of always going for the safe choice.

It's quite odd, being the admirer instead of the admiree. Back home, he is constantly escaping people who beg for his attention, but here he blends in with the background, and the strangest part is that he absolutely loves it.

He does not like how much it annoys him that everyone here is ten times more attractive than him, though. It's both maddeningly distracting and deeply irritating. 

You descend the grand staircase as a nymph, the flowy and light green dress hugging your body comfortably in the warm room. The weather is always humid during your brothers' birthday, and you can't bear the thought of wearing more than two layers in a room full of people in constant movement. Your eyes scan the crowd, but you don't know what Benedict will look like. He didn't know about the masquerade, so he'll likely be one of the few who wear a normal suit.

"Princess Y/N!" Lord Dickens greets you, holding something in his hand. "A dance?"

"Arthur," you fake a smile. "Sure."

"This is for you." He shows the small package before pocketing it. "But let's leave that for later. Shall we?"

You allow him to guide you forward and spot Paula and Marie giggling together at the sight of you two. Most people are looking, you notice, but they're not laughing. They look as if holding their breath, expecting something... Oh, Christ, is Arthur going to propose?

Benedict spots you as he enters the ballroom, you're on the arm of a lanky gentleman dressed as a Shakespearean prince. "So on the nose..." he scoffs, but still feels his insides burning with jealousy at the way everyone turns to watch the two of you with open adoration while you wear such an insubstantial dress.

Eloise frowns. "Brother, if you want me to hear what you're saying, you'll have to take off that stupid helmet. I can't make out a word!"

"I wasn't talking to you!" He raises his voice, struggling to ignore the sting in his chest. "I can't believe I agreed to come to this nonsense..."

"You were eager to. What has you sulking now?" Eloise's gaze lands on you and the stranger. "Oh... Oh, brother, maybe we should get you a drink."

"Yes," he says, already drawing her away. 

As they move through the crowd, Paula identifies Eloise, guided by a faceless knight, and she quickly moves across the ballroom to announce this to your siblings. The twins and Marie are fast; they've heard the rumours of what Lord Dickens is planning to do this evening, and knowing you have no interest, they see an opportunity to save you.

"Eloise Bridgerton?" Marie calls, at first pretending not to recognise Benedict. "Oh, how glad I am to see you!" She hugs her. "My brothers said they met your brother this afternoon, but I didn't believe them until now!"

As she talks, she guides the young lady towards the garden, knowing Benedict will be more than happy to follow, and he's aware that Marie is smart enough to know who the man tailing them is. Marie locks eyes with her brothers, and the boys weave through the dancing couples on queue.

Meanwhile, you're slowly dying as you listen to Lord Dickens stammer through what sounds like the prelude to your next nightmare. You spot Rowan gesturing at you on the sidelines, and in the fleeting second Lord Dickens bows as the dance ends, you understand perfectly what he mouths to you: "Maze garden!"

You smile, looking back at Lord Dickens and speaking before he can. "Would you like to go for a walk?"

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[miumura]

( 🧥 ) HIS BEIGE SWEATER — JAKE SHORT FIC

[ DAY THREE ] of the advent calendar !

( 🧥 ) SYNOPSIS . you still remember, the 3rd of december, where he gave you his sweater. you would never forget that day.

( ˙ᵕ˙ ) PAIRING . jake x gn!reader ~~ WC 0.8K+ ( 827 )

( 🧥 ) GENRE . fluff, angst, realized too late kind of thing 😪

( ˙ᵕ˙ ) WARNINGS . INSPIRED BY THE SONG “HEATHER” BY CONAN GRAY , nothing but bittersweet

( 🧥 ) NOTE . IK NICHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE NEXT, but i had the random urge to write jake angst … AND ITS DEC 3RD, I HAD TO WRITE TO HEATHER FOR THIS EVENT !! so … yes … here we are … sorry nicho and jake my baes 😢

"Hey YN!" Jake greets with a wave, sprinting toward you as he spots you seated on the porch steps. You respond with a smile, reciprocating the friendly gesture. When he reaches you, he comes to a halt and promptly takes a seat beside you.

"Hey Jake," you shiver slightly, rubbing your arms. He catches you, suddenly adopting a serious expression. You glance in his direction, finding him crossing his arms, which elicits a small chuckle from you. “Now what, Sim Jaeyun?”

“Okay, not you pulling out the government name!”

“Sorry…!” You smile, both knowing it was a playful tease, and he acknowledges it with a grin.

Jake playfully scolds, "Anyways, you should have worn something warmer, YN. Like seriously, just a long sleeve shirt in a weather like this?"

You chuckle, "I didn't expect it to be this cold, honestly. I was just out to get some fresh air.”

Without another word, he removes the sweater he’s wearing, and hands it over to you. “Here.”

“Huh?”

“Wear it,” he insists, still holding it out to you, patiently waiting for you to take it from his grasp. He shoots you a slightly confused expression, wondering about the source of your hesitation. “What? Want me to help put it on you or something?”

He grins instantly when you finally take it from him, though you still appear a bit hesitant. “Are you sure? You’re going to be cold, y'know.”

“You’ve been out here longer than me. I can deal with it for a bit.”

You ease into the sweater, still hesitant. "Are you sure about this, Jake?"

“Yeah, I’m sure. You can borrow all my stuff for all I care,” he responds nonchalantly.

“Oh well… thank you for the sweater, Jake,” you hum, taking in the light, sweet cologne that lingers on his beige sweater. As you glance at your side, you make eye contact with Jake, surprised to find him still looking at you. “Um… what are you looking at?”

“It’s nothing—it looks better on you than it ever could on me,” he smiles.

Curiosity piqued, you inquired, "What makes you say that?" Jake grins, his eyes holding a playful sparkle. "Because I like you, YN."

Because I like you, YN.

How you wished you could go back to December 3rd 2022 just to hear those words once more.

In that moment, you wished you could express everything you feel. To tell him how much you like him — his smile, his presence, his jokes — to lay bare the evidence of your affection, to confess that what you feel goes beyond mere liking; it's love.

Sighing, you snap out of your thoughts, glancing at your home screen—December 3rd, 2023. You can't help but wonder if he would give you his sweater again, though the chances seem unlikely. “YN!” a familiar voice calls out, and as you turn around, there's Jake, wearing the same smile and surprisingly, the same sweater from that memorable day. It feels like deja vu, a moment echoing the past.

“Hey Jake,” you greet, a smile playing on your lips. In your mind, you wonder what he might ask of you this time, a curiosity tinged with a hint of anticipation. How you wished you could experience that day once more.

This scenario feels too familiar, and you can't help but grin at his concern, secretly hoping for a repeat of the sweater gesture. "Well, you know, I didn’t think it would be that cold again," you say, stealing a glance at his familiar beige sweater.

He catches your gaze, a mischievous smile forming. "Speaking of which, do you think I look good—" he asks, pointing to his sweater.

Caught off guard, you blurt out, "I’ll take—" without thinking, momentarily forgetting your initial expectation of getting the sweater. “Wait, what?”

“Huh?” he says, clearly confused.

“Nevermind…what were you saying?” you awkwardly say, realizing you got ahead of yourself.

“I was asking if I look good 'cause… you know, I wanna impress her.”

Oh.

You should’ve known.

“Oh—yeah, yeah. You look great,” you respond, a hint of bitterness coloring your words.

"Thanks," Jake grins, seemingly satisfied with your response. Just then, he spots someone in the distance and without much explanation, he hurries off.

Confused, you follow his gaze and realize he's approaching another person, a girl who was wearing the same amount of layers you had that night. She was pretty, you had to admit.

Observing from a distance, you witness Jake taking off the sweater and handing it over to her. It feels like a familiar scene, as if you're reliving the same moment from a different perspective.

A pang of self-realization hits you. There's no right to be jealous; after all, it was your opportunity to seize, and it slipped away before you could even grasp it. Regret settles in as you reflect on the missed chance, contemplating the unspoken feelings you've harbored for Jake.

If Jake only knew how much you loved him.

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Episodes 1-250 Mouri Ran's Wardrobe

+ Films 1-5 & OVA1

Thanks for all the support! I wasn't expecting this project to get so popular. For this update I've made things much neater, they're organised by date first shown (hopefully) to see how her wardrobe has changed over time. There's also a key to show if the outfit was from an episode, opening, ending, film, next Conan's hint or OVA! Lemme know if you have any other organisation suggestions for future updates! And as before if you spot any mistakes or any outfits I missed pls let me know!

[potahun]

thinking about akai and it rly hits me like a truck, only once in a blue moon, how he doesn't inquire into furuya's feelings regarding hiro. his conclusions during the scarlet arc were all about how much furuya may or may not resent him. and how that may influence the best course of action for conan's plan. then, during the stage of betrayal, more than furuya, his memories centered around scotch... more than empathy for furuya, his flashback plays out like a recall of his own regret at the way things turned out with scotch, for scotch's sake.

in akai's verbalised thoughts, or the hints we see of his thoughts through his flashbacks and other scenes, there simply isn't much interest in what hiro might have meant to furuya and how that death affects him emotionally today. akai, much like conan, often seem to think of furuya's grudge as a factor, a factor that needs to be taken into account to calculate the next best course of action. how much can furuya cooperate if he loathes me? does he hate me on a personal level and is it bad enough that i shouldn't risk my cover in an attempt to get him on my and bouya's side? can he be talked into focusing on the BO for now?

but i don't sense much interest from him in discovering how furuya may be affected as a person, and what hiro was to him

i guess part of it could be that akai himself processes feelings in a very internal manner so he doesn't see why agents like furuya or him would need any emotional care. he deals with losing his father and akemi but he's still level-headed on the job. Plus, he is lucky that his grudge is directed at someone he needs to take down anyway (inb4 gin turns out to be tsutomu) so he can work effectively for the goal of the FBI even while bearing a grudge (as opposed to furuya who is holding a grudge against someone who is not of the BO) he never enquires about jodie's feelings when she thought he was dead, either, so it's not like furuya is the sole exception; he simply doesn't do much about feelings and it's quite suitable for his job anyway.

but that's precisely it: furuya doesn't look like an exception. Akai doesn't seem to treat furuya differently from the rest... so, with this approach, i dont see furuya and him ever becoming close on a personal level. akai doesn't seem to have much interest in clearing the misunderstanding about hiro anyway. as it is, even if furuya were to digest it all on his own, they may simply drift into silence and avoidance, on both parts, unless furuya wants to know why akai never told him the truth (and even then akai might not give him the answer normally)

akai's actions until now don't show him as someone who takes active steps to get feelings out into the open and again, furuya doesn't really seem like The Exception for him until now (remember: until now furuya has been the one doggedly seeking akai out. akai has been giving reactions, yes, even when he showed his face to him, it was in reaction to furuya's role in the bell tree express and the danger he posed) so, depending on how much self-worth furuya has, he might never seek akai out again post-BO, even if he were to realise that his own footsteps had been the clincher in hiro's death. and if he doesnt seek akai out, i dont see akai doing that for him

i know one way to deal with it in fics has been to set up a joint investigative unit to give a reason for furuya and akai to spend extended amount of time together, thereby making it easier for them to open up. but that is fic shorthand (which is fine, but we have to recognize that in canon, there are reasons why it's not that easy or straightforward and even if there was such a unit, it might not look the same as MPD weekly meetings and such) so in fact akam is not an easy thing to write at all. it takes a lot of work to explain -- based on the canon hints we get of their personalities, and the canon way they mutually interact -- why it could work beyond hate-fucking

and for one, beyond hate-fucking initiated by furuya and beyond shorthands, one thing that would be very interesting to see in fanwork, based on canon, is why furuya might be or may become an Exception for akai

[trunk-in-the-attic]

Dodgeball!

@inklings-challenge | Day Ten

(June 19) Dear Diary,

It's another lovely day at Camp Tolkien. The sun is shining, there's a faint hint of cut grass in the air, and there are poppies blooming in the flower bed next to the cabin.

Dodgeball: Write down five terrible ideas of things that you would never want to happen in your story. Then take one of those terrible ideas and figure out how the story could change to make that terrible idea make sense. Tie-dying: Work on your project using at least three different font or pen colors. (Black and blue are not allowed).

Some days all I have are terrible ideas.

1) David Lowell is caught as a werewolf

reaction) Yikes? This project is Harold going to summer camp, more or less, light and fluffy stuff, and David isn't even supposed to be on page!

How it might work anyway) The singing in the trees is another werewolf, and it takes an entire novel to save them both. Somehow. I'm sure this would be easier to plot if I'd ever finished Wolves 2 or Midwinter Moon.

2) Harold drowns

reaction) Hasn't this kid had enough happen to him already? :(

How it might work anyway) V1 – exactly as it says on the tin. But killing the lead didn't work for Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and I doubt it would work for me.

V2 – it's a chapter ending, like in the Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew. This is far more in keeping with the proposed tone of the story, but on the other hand Harold has been getting a decent grade in avoiding broken bones and other semi-normal injuries

3) The mysterious singer is Violet North

reaction) Why?

How it might work anyway) I'm imagining some sort of cognitive regression plot as the explanation, which is just sad all around. :(

4) We meet a Harold North impersonator!

reaction) This is a terrible idea and it keeps following me around like a sad ghost hoping it can someday be useful

How it might work anyway) One of the orphans (probably Dan) has gone looking for a job and has borrowed Harold's name. "Oh, yes, sir, I have definitely been to Underwood Academy and you should totally hire me as a bellhop." (Clarence is Not Amused.)

5) Harold never investigates the mysterious singing at all!

reaction) This is too close to what is actually happening so far.

How it might work anyway) In the end we discover that the singing is a sanctioned resort activity; a campfire sing-a-long on the shore. Harold attends on the last night and we get to wrap everything up with a bow.

[rum4869]

Detective Conan AC Hints March 31 2025

Gosho sensei plays Animal crossing and drops some hints or comments often, about conan or personal life updates... They can contain major spoilers sometimes...

TL (by me) :

Spade: On next case, "3 paper bags" ... Heart: Hey, Dad...

Diamond: Don't make me remember weird things...

Clover: Way to go, Eri !

[aloysiavirgata]

Title: Fern Hill

Rating: NC-17

Timeline: pre-series

Category: XF/The Fall crossover

Summary: For everyone who asked for a Stella/Mulder prequel from my little prompt ficlet

Author’s Note:

Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,

Time held me green and dying

Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

The blonde two stools down is eyeing him unashamedly. She’s got on tight jeans and a white cable knit sweater, summer-wheat hair straight out of a Ralph Lauren ad. Eyes like Lake Tashmoo before a storm.

“You’re Phoebe Green’s American,” she observes. It isn’t a question. Her voice is buttery, a burnt-velvet purr that makes the back of his neck tingle. She sips at a rock glass full of something tawny in the subfusc gloom of the pub.

Mulder, intrigued, moves next to her. “What the fuck?”

She blinks, the barest hint of a smirk tightening her lips. “I’m not wrong.”

“I’m not Phoebe’s anything,” he replies. “She stole my Pink Floyd sweatshirt and burned my Knicks hat. She fucked a vegetarian trumpet player.”

The blonde smiles fully now. “You’re marked forever, I’m afraid. You’ve some kind of animal name, haven’t you? Bear, was it?”

He knows she knows his name, this unsettling girl. Somehow, he knows she does. “Bear,” he agrees.

“Stella,” she says, holding out a slim, white hand. “You’re Fox.”

It’s a warm plum in her mouth. Delicious, desirable, something to be proud of. Belongs in the Ralph Lauren ad with her pre-Raphaelite face and flag of golden hair.

“Mulder,” he says, shaking the proffered hand.

“Mulder.” She squeezes his fingers, then withdraws.

Mulder sips his gin and tonic, pondering. “So you know Phoebe socially,” he says. “That must be a hell of a thing. As a woman.”

Stella considers him down the length of her nose. She has the androgynous beauty of a Greek youth. A Roman statue of Minerva.

“Where do you think she got the idea for Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s grave,” Stella asks.

He almost chokes on an ice cube.

“If you’re coughing you’re breathing,” she observes, dispassionate, as he nearly hacks up a lung.

Mulder’s heart rate settles back to normal after a moment. He looks at Stella, the hard lines of her cheekbones, her incongruously cute freckles.

He thinks of Stella and Phoebe together. Wonders if he could make that happen, their peony mouths and fine-boned faces. He would be willing to temporarily make up with Phoebe for it. Phoebe would love the theater of a dramatic apology and a threesome.

“Was the grave a hot tip or a shared experience?”

Stella only smiles, sphinx-link. Taps her glass in the bartender’s direction.

“Does it matter,” she asks, watching as her drink is refilled.

Tremendously.

“No. Do people do a lot of Brando impressions?” He clutches his t-shirt with an anguished expression.

She chuckles a bit at that and Mulder feels like the cleverest man in England. In the Northern Hemisphere.

“Plenty,” she says. “Which I like, because it creates a self-selecting population of people to avoid.”

People, he notes. Not men. He thinks of Phoebe again, her dark hair against Stella’s blonde, imagines ringing her up and what he’d say and-

Stella’s hand on his thigh. “Where do you live?” she asks. Her voice is obscene, her high breasts soft against the sweater, slender neck and perfume rich with amber and honey and musk.

He gulps at his drink. “Uni flat. You?”

“Summertown,” she murmurs. “It’ll be nicer than your place.”

Mulder blinks, impressed. His parents give him money but not Summertown money.

“Are you inviting me home with you, Stella?” he asks, low.

She considers him, swirling her glass. “I’m inviting you to my bed. I don’t need you lingering in my home.”

He laughs aloud while wondering if he is capable of falling for a woman who doesn’t have substantial emotional damage. “So you don’t want me to show up with two dozen roses and a box from Charbonnet et Walker?”

Stella sniffs disdainfully. “I’m not interested in the girlfriend role as a concept. I plan to finish school and be a detective.”

He perks up. “I’m planning on the FBI when I wrap up the DPhil. Don’t know that I’m interested in the girlfriend thing as a concept either at his point,” he says, knowing it savors strongly of bitterness.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Stella says. “I think you’d make someone a very nice girlfriend.”

Storm-goddess eyes wicked over her glass.

He pays both tabs and watches her finish the Scotch.

***

Her flat is full of solid wood furniture and good upholstery. Some of the framed artwork appears original, and there’s a Cross Townsend pen on her walnut secretary. A stack of leather notebooks that look like Smythsons or Conway Stewarts.

He wishes he could stop this, the eternal analysis.

Her bedroom smells of lemon wood polish and clean cotton and expensive unguents. The queen bed is made, an ivory silk robe draped at the foot of it. There’s no girlish clutter on her shelves, no stuffed bear on the pillow.

There’s a copy of Where the Wild Things Are on the mantel. “Seems a little below your reading level,” Mulder observes.

“It was my favorite book when I was little.” She touches the cover. “Well, one of my favorites at least. I rather wanted to be King of All Wild Things.”

He grins at her. “You wouldn’t have even needed the wolf suit I bet. You’re a bit scary, Stella.”

She snaps her teeth.

Mulder sees the two of them in her gilt-framed mirror, Stella fierce and delicate as a faerie out of Perrault. Her pale throat, her bright eyes. In the moment he wants a cantrip that will bind her.

Her face is serious again. She unbuttons his shirt with focused dexterity, her brows furrowed, her lips pursed. Dior Poison, he sees on the vanity, and gives a name to her scent.

Stella planes her hands over his chest. “Very nice,” she says, peering up through dusky lashes. She pulls her sweater over her head, drops it to the floor. Wriggles out of her jeans and kicks them aside.

He is hard as a fifteen year old.

“I try.” He hasn’t kissed her yet, even though her mouth reminds him of a little Parisian pastry and he wants to nibble at it. Apropos of which, Mulder had expected plain cotton lingerie but it’s all frou-frou lace confectionery trimmed with rosettes and ribbons. Feminine. Delightful. Flawless.

“God, you’re so-“

“Shhh,” she says, pushing him down onto her bed with a single, imperious finger. “I know all that.”

Stella straddles his lap and he’s somehow surprised that such a large presence should weigh almost nothing.

She leans into his grasping fingers, rolls against his tensed thighs. Sighs when he thumbs the front of her panties.

“Stella….”

She leans forward to kiss him, her hard belly against his own. Her clever hands at his fly.

“Let’s see how badly Phoebe fucked up, hmmm?”

***

They had wine from a Thermos and went to bed. She’s lithe and breathless in his arms, spine like worry beads against his palms.

He’d spoken to his father who helpfully reminded him that Samantha had gone missing around this time and shouldn’t he come home to see his mother?

Stella’s fully nude, hair a long braid over her shoulder, and he tugs it experimentally.

Stella makes a liquid noise in her throat, tightens around him.

He unwinds the elastic band and works the plait loose with his fingers. Spools her hair around his hand and pulls down hard until their lips are brushing.

“Fuck,” she hisses into his mouth, and it’s what he needs somehow, the grinding pain of her little teeth and he comes and comes and comes.

***

He’s headed home in six weeks with a DPhil and an acceptance to the FBI Academy and vague praise from his parents.

“Fox,” she groans against his temple. “Fucking hell.”

Mulder nips at her throat, her hair spread behind her like the tail of a comet. “Why did you call me Fox?”

“Why did your mother call you Fox?” she asks.

“She is a very sick woman,” he says into Stella’s patrician ear.

She laughs and bites his lower lip. “Me too,” she mumbles, and her heels dig into his kidneys.

***

They never said goodbye, not really, and he meant to let her go like the tide.

His flight home is in thirty six hours.

“I thought I was ready but I- a pregnant woman,” she says flatly into the phone. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

He lets her use him, her lean swimmer’s legs against his own and her skirt rucked up at her waist and her tailored Met jacket and blouse fallen open along her breasts, lacy cobweb of a bra fighting for its life.

He gazes up at her, pink and silken as rose petals.

White and distant as the moon.

“Hurt me,” she gasps. “Mulder, please, I want-”

He hurts them both.

***

He leads her into the hotel room shower, washes her princess hair while she stands still, staring at nothing.

***

He left bruises along the softest parts of her. The hidden parts, where she asked. The palimpsest of her skin will be flawless again in a few days, and he tries not to think about how else the dark things in her might like to play. He absorbed her pain like charcoal absorbs poison.

“I truly don’t know if I can do this,” she remarks to the ceiling, palms against her eyes.

He tastes her on his lips, oysters and Sauternes. He wants to nudge his face back between her thighs in the way we are called by water. She is primordial and essential and delicate and terrifying. He has an Ivy League degree in psychology, even if it’s only from Pennsylvania, and he still can’t figure her out.

“You can,” he promises, like a faithful acolyte.

“And what does it mean if I can,” she asks and he wonders the same thing about himself.

***

He fucks her against an alley wall, thick with refuse and ennui. She’s gorgeous the way that supernovas and jaguars are gorgeous.

“Stella,” he groans. “Jesus.”

“You’ll miss your flight,” she mumbles, then laughs at the idea that they care.

“You going to see me off?” he pants into her neck. “Kiss me goodbye at the gate?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I told you I have a meeting in 45 minutes.” She hitches a knee up higher. “Oh, god, like that.”

Mulder grinds into her until she cries out, nipping at his chin, his earlobes.

He follows her into the starburst haze of an orgasm, his back shuddering, and Stella hot and twitchy against his chest.

They breathe together for a moment, riding out the wave.

“We both have to go,” Stella reminds him. “A parting of the ways this time, I think.”

Mulder lowers her to the ground. He ties off the condom and shoves it into a garbage can.

He zips his jeans up, watches Stella smooth her uniform, her hair.

“Here’s lookin’ at you kid,” he says, rather lamely.

But Stella smiles one of her rare, full smiles. “One day when you’re a world famous profiler and I’m Commissioner we’ll team up,” she says.

He brushes brick dust from her shoulder. “Why are you running the Met and I’m a lowly Special Agent still?”

She looks confused. “Because I like to be in charge and you don’t. You didn’t want to be King of All Wild Things.”

He palms her jaw, thumbs her cheekbone. He smiles fondly down at her.

“Don’t,” Stella warns.

Mulder shakes his head. “No. Go, run the Met and remember the little people when you ascend the throne.”

She covers his hand with hers for a moment. “Phoebe fucked up badly,” she says. “Now go back to the colonies and teach them how to make a proper cup of tea.”

“We just throw it in the Harbor.”

Stella squeezes his hand before taking it from her face. She walks briskly out of the alley without ever looking back.

***

He makes the plane, though barely. He falls asleep over Dublin. He dreams of sailboats and lonely islands and even in dreaming he knows Stella is right. He wants to be where someone loves him best of all.

[scarlet--wiccan]

Do you think the current Scarlet Witch issue was good?

#8? Yeah, I loved, it actually. It was visually gorgeous-- Redmond and Tammetta were both firing on all cylinders, and their styles work together much better than Tammetta and William, in my opinion. Narratively, I think this was a textbook-perfect example of how to use an episodic plot structure to hit important character beats and move the overarching story along. We get a closer look at Amaranth's powers and a hint towards her origin; meanwhile, the resolution of Isabrot's memory problems furthers Amaranth's mounting anxiety about her own past, and the tension continues to build organically between her, Wanda, and Darcy. Compared to #7, which was an enjoyable read but didn't provide much in terms of momentum, I think this issue was really successful.

My biggest concern after reading #7 is that this arc wouldn't have anything meaningful to say about Wanda herself. Between Nicholas, Agatha, and Amaranth, it's clear that this story is supposed to challenge Wanda in her role as a mentor and mother, but I didn't feel like it was challenging her enough. Obviously, she's facing a roadblock in uncovering Amaranth's past, but that's not a personal shortcoming. Wanda's faced a lot of uncertainty about her origins and the dangerous nature of her own powers as well, but that similarity hasn't really come up either. In #8, however, it becomes clear that Wanda is being a little shortsighted with Darcy, and is perhaps not grasping the full extent of Amaranth's anxiety. I expect that these are the tensions will emerge as the primary conflict over the next couple of issues.

I wanted to take a moment to talk about the hints we received towards Amaranth's origins. When she's trapped in the ice, we briefly see reflections of the Witchcraft goddess and her consort, Chaos, as they appeared in Scarlet Witch (2016). As I've mentioned, I don't like these designs and I wish they would have been updated. Neither of these entities have appeared in any comics since 2016, and Orlando has only mentioned the goddess once, in passing, as part of Hexfinder's backstory. The Witches' Road has also been mostly ignored, and although it's appeared in a couple issues, the story hasn't dwelled on it at all, except to introduce the Underworld portion. If Orlando is planning to stage some kind of reveal around these characters/settings, I wish that he would have done more to ensure that readers were familiar with their mythology. It's all felt kind of tertiary so far, so I worry that the payoff isn't going to land that well.

More importantly, I want to talk about the chaos star, which has been incorrectly described as a wheel by some fans, that appears in Amaranth's eyes when she inflicts madness upon the ice-worms. This symbol was also used in some of the text pages and incorporated into a wheel device in Trial of Magneto.

The eight-pointed chaos star is a symbol that was originally designed in the 1960s by writer Michael Moorcock for his fantasy series Elric of Melniboné. Interestingly, the Elric series-- which includes some pretty in-depth worldbulding around "chaos" as a primordial force, much like current Marvel comics-- has some crossover with Conan the Barbarian, which is now technically Marvel canon. The symbol was later adopted by other pop-culture properties before eventually making its way into modern and post-modern occult movements. A lot of contemporary occult material describes this symbol as ancient and historically authentic, which categorically not true.

In the real world, "chaos magic" is the name of a postmodernist occult movement that originated in England in the 1970s. It shares many early influences with modern occult and neo-pagan movements, which is not a virtue, but is decidedly more agnostic. Some practitioners are more eclectic than others, but at its core, chaos magic seeks to bypass the symbolic and "ornamental" trappings of religion and spirituality to access the fundamental basis of magic-- usually, as a means to manifest or impose one's will on the world. If you've ever encountered contemporary sigil magic-- the kind where you write down your intentions and then make an abstract shape out of the letters-- that's chaos magic. There's a lot of very clever and insightful thought in chaos magic, but there are also a lot of problematic influential figures and misrepresentations of history.

In other words, like all things in the magical world, there's good and bad. As a practitioner, I feel very strongly that one is responsible for one's own due diligence, especially when it comes to historical authenticity. When these things are referenced in comic books, I worry that they're not as well-researched or thoughtfully considered as they could be. Some of the Elric mythology might be a good fit for Scarlet Witch's chaos magic, but the real-life chaos magic movement has some serious baggage, and it feels, specifically, incongruous with Marvel's concept of witchcraft, both the practice and the goddess.