The Bath Scene We All Didn’t Know We Needed

ATTENCION! BIG DILF ALERT ( 〃▽〃)

like: how you can't not like him, he's like a one of greatest >not real< dilf I EVER SAW

a clip from the radio drama in which they switched around the order of events, so Naru’s secrets come out during the Nightmare Dwelling case.

spoilers for the Forgotten Children case and the sequel under the cut

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Ghost Hunt Volume 9

 by Lysiithea 

 This is three months after the Agawa investigation. The SPR has been called to investigate strange happenings at a boarding school/orphanage. The case was brought to them first by a mysterious letter claiming to be written from a dead person, then by a councillor representative of the orphanage school. Upon investigating, things are not what they seemed to be. 

This fic does a really fine job capturing the feel of Ghost Hunt, picking up right after the Akumu series. It’s written similarly to the Ghost Hunt novels, with Mai as the narrator, so that it feels a lot like the real deal. 

The author weaves the mystery well with plenty of unsettling and creepy moments involved. Plus they also sneak in some superb (and believable) MaiRu gems in there! The author had gone on hiatus for a while due to their manuscript notes getting lost, but it seems like they finally managed to get everything set up again, so I’m looking forward to more updates in the future! If you’re looking for that good old GH scare, I fully recommend this giving this story a try! And I urge you to leave the author some lovely comments to welcome them back into the fandom!

Art and review by GHHQ member @soulsborne123

Wait For Me - A Letter from Jihyun Kim(V) - Mystic Messenger

So…I have a bone to pick with Cheritz.  I’m sitting on an inbox teeming with requests for MLQC, and all I want to do is cry over Jihyun Kim. There are some excellent playlists on Spotify that fans have created and I encourage you to check them out, as they have caused me to catch all the feels when it comes to the characters of Mystic Messenger.

So, to those of you whose requests I have not gotten around to yet, I’m honest-to-goodness incredibly sorry to keep you waiting for such a self-indulgent reason, but V needed me to write his letters to his lover and I had to listen.

***This contains spoilers for V’s after ending!***

Also, my MC’s name is Lucia…so I used her name here for ease of narrative. 

lost in you - khai dreams

My Dear Lucia,

I miss you.

God, how I miss you. 

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Excuse Me, Cheritz

I just remembered we were promised “11 pleasurable days with V”. I’ve had at least:

five heart attacks

three ‘I know this bitch didn’t’ moments

three ‘I will punch you in your throat’ moments

one heart break

one ‘why tf did you cut your hair?!’ reactions

and an infinite amount of “YOOSUNG, SHUT THE FUCK UP” moments

I feel like I need another 11 days…

I've been spending far too much of my time trying to learn medieval illumination techniques

one of my first semi-successful attempts at fore edge painting! done on an old paperback of aesop's fables.

+ some glamour shots:

Just a reboot of 5 year old comic. It’s a “what if Naru can see and hear Gene even when the latter is dead” kinda thing. ^ u ^

Odds and Ends

A Ghost Hunt short story,

Noll asked, “Why are you here?”

The boy, older than him but still young enough to look out of place in the spacious SPR office, shrugged. “A test or something? They told me to talk to some doctor. I’m guessing that’s you.”

Noll scowled, but not at the underlying jest of the question. He was used to people questioning his expertise. “Indeed,” he said, “but why are you here?” The question was moot; he already knew why.

The boy sitting across from him was Lyle Mund, a chemistry student from Queen’s College. He was supposedly the catalyst in a series of events stemming from a demonstration of the Light Box and a otherwise unachievable score.

“I don’t know,” Lyle said, “you’re the doctor here.”

Noll sighed. The ‘test’ he was referring to was a rather simple one; guess which light will turn on next. The odds are, more or less, even. Given enough chances, the average human will be wrong 50% of the time. Noll remembered, rather fondly, proving his Japanese assistant was psychic using that very test. Except, where she had failed, Lyle seemed to succeed.

“97% success rate on a game of chance. That is a mathematical impossibility.”

Lyle shrugged. “It was luck.”

“Luck,” Noll said, “is subjective. Do you know what we study here at SPR?”

“I hear your guys in the parapsychology course get to go ghost hunting as an extra curricular.”

It was hard to deny that. All prospect hires at the University we’re invited to study SPR’s research methods. Most the time that included fielding active cases.

Lyle went on, “From what I’ve seen, it looks like you guys are going hard for the modern magician vibe. Card tricks, misdirection and all that.”

“SPR,” Noll started, “stands for the society for psychical research. We aim to understand events commonly described as paranormal. Ghost hunting is a part of that. We study mediumship, haunting, and the manifestation of psychic abilities.”

Noll knew the bemused look on his face well. The arched eyebrow was one of his favorites.

Lyle said, “You mean magic.”

“It’s only magic when you don’t understand what’s really happening.”

“Do you understand?”

Noll didn’t answer.

“I thought you looked the is-this-your-card type.” Lyle laughed, gathering his jacket. “Not interested but thanks for the talk.”

Noll watched him carefully.

On one hand, his skepticism could help them. SPR thrived on the disbelieving. It was easier to dismiss inexplicable phenomena when one didn’t exactly believe in it. Disappearing objects became forgetfulness, disembodied voices traced to a television accidentally left on.

On the other hand, SPR didn’t have a need for psychics unwilling to believe in their own abilities. That left Noll in a peculiar position. He dug in his pocket, flicking a small black and white object between his fingers. What if he could convince him?

Noll set the object on the table with a light chink.

Lyle eyed it sideways, halfway between his seat and the door. “What’s that?”

“One die.” Noll said, “Six sided. Would you like to roll it? Just once, then you can leave.”

Lyle rolled his eyes. “You can’t be serious.”

Noll frowned. He was always serious.

Lyle strode back and snatched the die from the table.

Noll said, “Call out a number.”

“What?”

“Before you roll, call out a number.” He urged, arms crossed. “One through six.”

“Three.” Lyle spit. He was annoyed, but that was okay. Noll just needed him to understand.

The die hit the table, once, twice, and spun to a stand still. Three solid black dots faced the ceiling.

Lyle stared at it for a full minute. “Coincidence,” he said.

“Could be.” Noll agreed, “Why don’t you try again? For good measure.”

Lyle hesitated.

Noll took advantage, reaching into his pocket. “What about two dice?” He set another black and white die beside the first. “The chances of rolling a pair of dice with the same number is 16.7%. That’s not exactly impossible, but the odds are against you.”

Lyle’s dark eyes cut Noll’s but the levity of his stare was something Noll was used to. He waited out the silence.

Slowly, eventually, Lyle picked up both dice, one by one, making a show out of checking they were the exact same.

“Number?”

“Again?”

“It doesn’t work if you don’t say a number.”

Lyle paused, fist over the table. “Three, he said again, “Wait no. Six.”

The dice collided with each other, sending themselves to opposing sides of the table. The die on the left showed six small black dots, the right, only three.

Lyle shook his head. “That’s not possible.”

“Why did you change your mind?”

“I don’t know. It just sounded stupid to say the same thing twice.”

Noll waved a hand producing four more die. “Three dice and the odds of rolling any number you call out falls to 1/36. What are the odds,” he said, setting them down one by one, “of six dice? I’d say there’s around 0.013% chance of guessing all six.”

Lyle laughed. “You’re crazy.”

“Hm.” Noll said. A smirk had already fixed itself to his smug face. “This is what we do here at SPR. We hypothesize, we research, and we gather data.”

Lyle glanced at the dice. “What does it mean?”

Noll blinked. He thought it was pretty self explanatory.

“What does it mean to guess right?” Lyle kept on.

“I guess that makes you a good guesser.”

“Seriously?”

Noll held his chin in his palm. “Call your number.”

Lyle thought hard, gathering the dice in his first. He held it steady over the table. “How many?”

“What do you think?”

Lyle said, “One,” and opened his hand.

All six dice landed in a kind of starburst pattern. They spun and thunked on the table before coming to a staggered standstill. Looking from the table to Noll then back to the table, Lyle couldn’t stop the disbelieving grin spreading over his face. Every dice showed a single small black dot.

“What,” Noll said, “are the odds?”

I know i haven’t been active here on tumblr. I rarely go on sns nowadays and even deleted the tumblr app from my phone. Just needed a break from everything but here have some grub 

[Psycho-Pass Providence spoilers]

I thought long and hard about sharing spoilers with you on my blog, but here they are: a buffet for Shinkane fans! I can’t guarantee that the spoilers are 100% correct since I haven’t seen the movie myself and translations can be messy, but I try my best – feel free to correct me, to add things or to call me a crackpot and liar!

I had a feeling that many of you would like to know (at least to some extent) what this movie is about and if Shinkane becomes canon. It will probably take some time for PPP to be released outside Japan and as we all know, patience is a virtue. Don’t read if you don’t want spoilers. I’m serious! There are major spoilers in this text! But if you don’t mind, here’s a summary of what I picked up from Japanese fans who have already seen the movie:

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