#feebledetective

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@feebledetective​

[ i’m not 1000% sure because i haven’t seen the full image but jHBSNAJ will i //ever// be disappointed bep- ]

Allow me to enlighten you with my galaxy brain.

[kibokill]

"Talk about Hinata" uvu

”there’s a lot to say…” a light, quiet sigh. he smiles through gritted teeth, choosing his next words very wisely. “hinata hajime is… someone complex. someone i haven’t thought very highly of, for a long time.”

he’s met hinata three seperate times now, every occasion having its own particular flavor of misery to it. there’s many versions of the boy stored in his memory, examined through and through, almost crystal-clear, breathing copies. he’s come to discover both the strenghts and weaknesses of these hinatas, how they think and talk, how they spend their free time. it’s perculiar, difficult to admit, difficult to think about, and yet… no matter how unrecognizable the world makes him or how drastically he’s changed, he feels like there’d still be something anchoring him to this one, lone individual.

the first version he met was one he pulled a weapon on, foolishly. the unsuccessful gunshot in return stayed in his memory, bothered him, caused him to seek the mysterious figure out. each new piece of information he found out about kamukura further built a tower of reverance and hate for him.

“he’s also someone i admired.” worshipped, idolized, despised. really, he can go on.

the second was a friend. an emotional, confused wreck who didn’t know what he was getting himself into. there was nothing eccentric or mysterious about this boy– average in his thoughts, his words, the way he’d tap his foot whenever he was getting impatient. with a presence like an impulsive young flame, piercingly blunt and burning, he was so refreshing to be around.

only now can he feel a pang of regret when remembering how he treated this version of hinata. to fill the gaps in his delusions, he concluded this hinata was a liar, that every ounce of trust and admiration he felt for the boy was gained only through sick manipulation on his end. finding out the truth was like a punch to the face, and he was determined to make his treacherous friend feel the exact same.

the third was a saint, despite all the odds.

hinata hajime was once a weak, heavy-hearted teenager hated by the world, balanced on two legs yet feeling like he’s going to fall any second. he kept getting knocked to the ground, pressured into decision after decision, traumatized and belittled all in the pursuit of finally being able to call himself worthwhile. the killing game felt like a final blow of sorts, after which there would be nothing left in his stead.

yet he came back, a piercing light shining even brighter than ever. a guide of sorts for the remnants, despite never thinking of himself that way. this version of the boy was the version that saved komaeda’s life, faced the truth without hesitation, survived every hardship that was ever thrown at him. still stubborn as ever, this hinata is intent on living and keeping everyone around him alive, no matter how painful or difficult. it’s worthy of reverance, even envy.

“or… still admire.” the truth is that he’d drop and bow to him if he was asked– but, he guesses that’s a bit too much. hinata is his equal, his friend, no matter how shocking it feels to be able to call him that. “but i think we all do. he’s helped us all out of a truly dark place. i don’t think i’ll ever be able to repay him for such a thing.”

talk about someone.

[steelheir]

《 @feebledetective​ | one-liner starter 》

    If it weren’t an emergency, the swordwoman would probably never stand at the doorway of another classroom, scouting out through the students who were leaving for after-school activities. If she could only catch the one she needed . . .

    ❝Oh! Excuse me!❞ she had to push away a couple of students to get to her target, praying she wouldn’t miss him, ❝excuse me, are you Saihara Shuichi? The detective boy?❞

[ahogedetective]

@feebledetective continued from - { x }

“...............” For a moment, Seiichi just stares hard at him, before an offended gasp leaves him, hand to chest. “...Did you just talk back to me? I can’t believe Seiji’s already in his rebellious stage....”

Then after a small pause, he sighs and just shakes his head, going over to swipe the energy drink out of Seiji’s hand. “Seriously though, sleep. It wasn’t a request, you know. And I already know you wouldn’t do that if I let you, so I’m making you.”

Not that Seiichi usually cared to be the “Stern Big Brother”  since a lot of the time, he was staying up with Seiji and didn’t normally care if he was pulling all-nighters, but... if Seiji was going too long without sleep, then Seiichi was going to make him.

“This isn’t about me, mister.” He firmly states with a poke to his cheek. “Don’t think I didn’t see you black out for a second when you stood up a second ago.. you’re very obviously tired and you know it.”

[liarsadvocate]

@feebledetective liked for a starter in the pokemon au! 

“ You can’t run from meee! ”

The remaining distance to their new destination was quickly eliminated by a race towards either the next pokemon center or food stand. Ouma and his trusty partner had come a long way and now that this foreign city had come into sight, both were high on energy and excitement. His Zorua, who had lovingly received the name Buttons when they started their journey years ago, was superior in speed in its current form, but Ouma was a fantastic competition. 

However, when Buttons crossed another path of the park they had reached, a curious sight came into view ー an unfamiliar pokemon caught its attention, one it had never seen before. Fascinated by the strange Umbreon, Buttons circled around it until it had taken in all the details and transformed once more to match its appearance. Aside from a few minor distinctions it was a pretty good Umbreon copy and could fool anyone who was unsuspecting.

But when Ouma spotted the two similar pokemon in the same place, he had no trouble racing right at his partner. 

“ Got’cha! ”, was the only warning cry Buttons received before Ouma tackled it and sent both of them to the ground. In a matter of seconds, Ouma lay on his back with his hair disheveled and a row of wheezing giggles escaping him as Buttons placed affectionate little licks on his cheek. Despite his complaints that they were “ yikes ” and “ gross! ” Ouma seemed to enjoy himself. He had already forgotten about the other pokemon that was the source of this commotion. 

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@feebledetective​ said: 9, 22, and 23 uwu

《 find out more about my muse! | open 》

9. - sense of humor?

    ❝I got a great sense of humor!❞ no he doesn’t, ❝I was once called the Japanese John Mulaney by a friend if that’s a credential.❞ Said ‘friend’ said so very sarcastically when Sou failed to deliver a punchline, he still gracefully took it as a compliment.

22. - favorite animal?

    ❝I choose cats since it’s a no brainer for me ––– I lived most of my life surrounded by them,❞ when he still lived with his parents he never remembered having less than two cats at a time, making it impossible for him not to be a cat person.

23. - favorite bird?

    ❝Crows are cute!❞ he chirped out the first species of avians he could think of, ❝owls are pretty neat too.❞

[subserviiient]

feebledetective replied to your post: Anzu, you should wear a playboy bunny costume as a...

[ that’s summ guro imagery right there ]

[ rhgjkhkgeh i should tag it as that shouldn’t i- ]

[heart-ruled-moved]

Talk about Shumai, Souda! >,3c

Send “Talk about-” and a name for my muse to talk about that person! ll Accepting

@feebledetective / @ahogechef ( dragging you into this madness )

🔧- “Ah! My little sleuthing buddy! Kinda low energy at times, but someone’s gotta drag him out of bed, right? Geez- you’d think with the school giving us all the food we could ever ask for, it’d be easy to get him to eat? Right? Stubborn little dude, but I like that about him...same type of drive that makes sure he doesn’t give up on a case until it’s solved! I can’t really look at the grisly stuff to help him out, though...makes my stomach turn upside down.”

“You know what I think he needs to cheer himself up, though? The guy should totally get himself a girlfriend! Maybe that cute blonde chef he’s always spending time with? Like, come on...I see the way he looks at her...”