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ineedtowritemorestuff · 2 years

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I love the idea that Sonoko and Hakuba go to the rich people country club once a month just to relax and gossip about their friends. Both just play tennis and gossip.

Sonoko's like Ran and Shinichi's pining is driving me nuts. Why can't they just get together. Meanwhile Hakuba (thinking about Aoko and Kaito). They also talk about Kaito and Shinichi.

They sit and bitch about the latest fashion trends. Like how terrible the Chanel show was. Or how Dior has gone so much. Both talk about the mew designer stuff they bought recently.

Sonoko tries to set Hakuba up with other rich guys there. She just needs someone with a boyfriend, since all her friends still are in the pining stage.

Sometimes Shinichi joins them, since he's also a rich kid. Shinichi and Hakuba get along fine when Heiji and Kaito are not there.

I just need these rich teens to get together and be rich nepotism babies for awhile. Please

#dcmk #hakuba saguru #shinichi kudo #kaito kid #magic kaito #heiji hattori #kaito kuroba #hakushin #shinkai #gosho boys #suzuki sonoko #ran mouri #shinran #nakamori aoko #kaito x aoko #meitantei conan #detective conan #conan #kaishin

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cartoonsbyandie · 1 year

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“Nakamori has fallen in love-at-first-sight with a detective he works with, Kogoro-- but there's a problem: he’s an oblivious idiot... and Nakamori is a total klutz who might bungle things before they even begin!”

(I forget if I got this idea from @zerotoxicdragon or not but here’s the link anyway)

#The original title is #go for it nakamura #So considering all I had to change is two letters I knew I had to do it #God this was so much fun though #Ginzo Nakamori x Kogoro Mouri #nakamori ginzo #ginzo nakamori #mouri kogoro #kogoro mouri #nakamouri #dcmk #detective conan #meitantei conan #case closed

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lentendays · 5 months

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A BlackOrg!Kaito Kid AU "Ms. Vineyard," he says. "I don't want to go to America." "Sharon," he says. "Why are you teaching me these things?" "Whoever you really are," he says. "This is insane. I'm not a murderer." "Chris," he says. "I've been promoted. But you already knew." "Vermouth," he says. "Tell me who really killed my parents."

Updated!

Ch 3

“I wouldn’t tell you, if I wanted you dead. You seem sharp - one of those - give you an inch and you’ll take a mile types. No, I don’t think I’d get close to killing you at all, if I warned you first.” Did this count as flirting? If so it was the most macabre kind Saguru had participated in. It seemed to still be working, because the woman laughed again.

#dcmk #detective conan magic kaito #kaito kid kuroba #conan edogawa #shinichi kudo #hakuba saguru #hattori heiji #ran mouri #aoko nakamori #kaito x aoko #a little hakukai #case closed

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ilurked · 2 years

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What’s Past is Prologue

Fandom: Detective Conan Rating: T for canon-typical violence Continuity: Post series

Part 1: The Detective

Part 2: The Phantom Thief

On top of his head, Kaito Kuroba could think of seven ways to escape his bonds. Two of those seven escape plans would ensure that the police would arrive in time to capture the man who was keeping him hostage.

Even in his state: chained to a metallic chair that was bolted on the floor and battered beyond recognition, he knew he could easily distract his captor and make his escape.

He, however, could not leave.

Not without her.

Earlier, he pulled off another heist of the century but once again failed to get the elusive Pandora.

He felt exhausted and without hope. He felt like a poor imitation of his father.

As the large stone he had stolen once again failed to respond to the moonlight, he felt every day of the last couple of months he had spent to perfect his heist. Every one of those days added to all of the years he was playing at being the Phantom Thief.

He let out his frustrations in what he thought was an abandoned playground, earmarked by the city to be torn down so a newer, safer, and more advanced one could be built in its place.

He was still in his Phantom Thief costume, but he had long lost the iconic hat and monocle because of the sudden, but wholly unexpected, interference of Snake and his henchmen. The white cape wrapped around him had also seen better days.

And like an idiot, for half a second, he had let his guard down and stopped being the Phantom Thief. At that time, he was simply Kaito.

He had shown his true face. And guess who walked in to see him at one of his lowest points?

None other than his only friend the love of his life his best friend.

Aoko had finally done what her father was never able to do: learn the alter ego of the Kaitou Kid. Or was it Kaito’s alter ego?

He didn’t even know who was more shocked: him or Aoko.

Worse still, he was so distracted with thinking how he could convince Aoko that he was not actually the Kaitou Kid, he did not even realize that the real danger was coming.

The men in black came.

He and Aoko, distracted as they were, were immediately caught and incapacitated.

They injected him with something that caused him to black out.

When he woke up, he found himself chained on a chair in what looked like a warehouse.

And Aoko was nowhere to be found.

His captor, a lone man dressed head to toe in black formal clothes began asking him questions about Aoko: who she was, why were they together, what were they up to.

He refused to answer in the beginning, but the man heavily implied that Aoko’s safety depended on his cooperation so he tried to answer them the best he can.

But his answers did not satisfy the man, so his torture began.

“What are you doing with her?”

“We met by coincidence.”

A slap on his face that made his ears ring.

“What are your orders?”

“A burger would be nice.”

A kick on his stomach that made it hard to breathe.

“What’s your next plan of action?”

“What? Like, as the Phantom Thief?”

“We don’t care about the Phantom Thief, you idiot!”

A knife against his throat released a line of blood.

The man hurt him, and he prayed like hell that it was only him that was hurting.

(He must believe that she’s still alive and healthy and unhurt; as to think otherwise was unthinkable.)

Kaito’s captor reached into a bag and brought out brass knuckles which he slipped into his fingers.

“I will ask again,” the man said. “What is your friend doing with her face?”

“What?” Kaito, ears still ringing from all the blows he had suffered and a few hits away from blacking out, thought he misheard the question.

That was apparently the wrong answer as the man pulled back his hand, about to hit Kaito with the brass knuckles.

Kaito involuntary closed his eyes and braced himself for the blow.

Which never came.

Kaito opened his eyes to see his captor clutching his neck. The man gurgled in pain before falling to his knees and finally to the floor, prostrate.

In horror, Kaito watched as blood gushed out from the man’s neck, coating the floor and the tips of Kaito’s white shoes.

And standing behind where the man used to be was Aoko.

No.

Not Aoko.

It was a ghost; but instead of wearing white, she had on a black catsuit. She looked like a cat burglar to Kaito’s phantom thief.

And she was holding a bloody knife, which she almost carelessly threw away.

Kaito blinked. Maybe the blows to his head were making him see things.

Because the woman standing before Kaito was supposed to be dead.

Sure, after all these years, they never found her body, but the police were convinced that a dead body left the Detective Agency because of the amount of her blood left behind.

Yet here she was. A ghost.

Ghosts don’t grow older, he told himself. But she did. She no longer looked like a teenager. She looked like an adult. The soft curves of her youth and was now all sharp angles. And her eyes were no longer innocent. They looked like they have seen things that they shouldn’t have. (Like him.)

As a teenager, she exuded innocence and hesitance, as if she still wasn’t sure of her place in the world. Now, she was power and confidence, looking as if she owned the place which served as Kaito’s prison.

“Mouri-san,” her name came out from his lips like a prayer.

The woman gave a smile so bitter Kaito tasted ashes in his mouth.

Kaito swallowed involuntarily. He was not one to scare easily, but he was man enough to acknowledge that he was feeling afraid now.

He was not unfamiliar with death, and this was not the first time he dealt with a killer. But one look at the ghost and he had the sixth sense that if she wanted to, he would be as dead as the man lying on the ground near her booted feet.

Fortunately for him, his death was not on her agenda.

(Yet.)

“I haven’t been called that name for a long time.” She grimaced as she approached the still-warm body and kicked away the gun tucked in his waist.

Which reminded Kaito of the dead man in the room. “Y-you killed him,” he gasped in disbelief.

“You’re welcome.”

“You killed him!” He felt numb and unable to do anything but restate the obvious.

“Is that judgment I hear?” She asked him, eyebrows raised. “From a thief?”

Kaito ignored her and, instead, renewed his efforts to free himself so he could look for Aoko.

“Your friend was more appreciative of my rescue.”

Kaito froze.

Aoko.

Just the reminder of her name grounded Kaito.

“You know where she is?” Kaito asked. “Is she hurt?”

“She’s fine. She immediately deduced that it was either her life or her captor’s,” the woman who wore Mouri-san’s face but who seemed to be possessed with the spirit of a serial killer, continued. “So, she was grateful that it was her who came out of that hostage drama alive.”

Kaito had removed his cuffs and was about to remove the ties around his waist.

“That’s why I took so long to come to you.” She smiled, and Kaito was reminded of a sweet, gentle girl he once knew. “But I figured, you would gladly endure a couple of hours of torture if you knew that I was rescuing your friend.”

“Thank you,” he told her gratefully. She indeed made the right decision.

“For what?” She asked. “This was my fault. They thought your friend was me, so they took you.”

Kaito’s eyes widened. Were the men in black who took him not from the same organization as Snake?

But he refused to be distracted. He won’t believe Aoko is alright until he saw her for himself. “Where is Aoko?” He asked. “Can I see her?”

“You can,” was her answer. “But as of the moment, I don’t think she wants to see you.”

Kaito, finally free from his bindings, stood up. He was felt woozy for a moment, but he persevered, driven by his need to see his best friend.

“She said never wanted to see your, and I quote, stupid lying face for the rest of her life,” she told him.

The statement brought Kaito more pain than any of the punches in the face he endured earlier.

“But that was after making me promise to bring you back safe and in one piece.” She smiled at him sadly. “She’s waiting for you outside.”

Kaito, with all his innate grace and agility, almost tripped and fell in his haste to go to Aoko.

She, however, did not move. “I apologize that you and your friend were roped into my problems.”

Kaito wanted to assure her that all would be forgiven as soon that he sees for himself that Aoko is okay, but it seemed that Mouri-san wanted to fill the silence with her chatter.

“I promise that I will do everything in my power to make sure that this incident will not be repeated ever again.”

Kaito was almost too afraid to ask how she would do that. Because he read the promise in her eyes: she was ready to take more lives to ensure his and Aoko’s safety. He felt assured because of her promise, but he also felt fear. Not for himself. But for her. Because he knew she would keep her promise. Or she would die trying. Literally.

“What happened to you?” The whispered question escaped his throat, almost involuntarily.

She didn’t answer but started walking away. He had no choice but to follow.

Right before she led him to Aoko, she asked him, “I trust that you won’t tell anyone that you saw me?”

Kaito nodded his assent.

Of course he wouldn’t tell anybody of her existence.

He knew how sometimes keeping secrets could save lives.

No, he wouldn’t tell just anyone about her. He would just tell one detective who had spent the last five years looking for her.

Kaito, after all, was not just a thief. He was also a stupid, lying face.

Just ask his irate, unforgiving best friend.

Part 3: The Agent

#shinran #shinichi x ran #shinichi kudo #ran mouri #kudo shinichi #mori ran #fanfiction #detective conan #wipip #kid the phantom thief #kaitou kid #kaito kuroba #aoko nakamori

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ardentblossomings · 8 months

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For the ask game: A, R, D, E, N, T, in that order. wink wonk

A - Ships that you currently like a lot.

FenHawke (Dragon Age), Pearlina (Splatoon), ShinKai (DCMK), Miyo x Kiyoka (My Happy Marriage)

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favourite in fandom?

Varric, Merrill, Tallis, and Hawke (Dragon Age), Shiver and Frye (Splatoon), Nadeshiko/Nagihiko and Amu (Shugo Chara!)

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Simon and Jace (Shadowhunters), Tadase and Amu (Shugo Chara!)

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

I guess I re-established Kogorou Mouri x Ginzou Nakamori as a valid pairing? Though not on my own... oh! And I helped in making purple Cecil a popular headcanon (Welcome to Night Vale)! I also ran a somewhat popular Hetalia blog at one point - one of those "you know you're x, when...". Other than that, I never added anything to a specific fandom, just to fandoms in general.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

Female dwarves with beards, no more whitewashing, healthy lesbian relationships, and a disdain for templars (I can have four, as a treat)

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Elf-blooded Hawke (whether elven father or just a lot of elven blood in the family, this is canon to me). Also, Kuroba Kaito not giving a f*ck about gender, Gosho can fight me (whether or not he's "non-binary" is up for debate, though).

#asks #thanks for the tea

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talonboi · 4 years

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I wonder if there more art of Kogoro x Ginzo? (Detective conan) From tumblr, pixiv or any site? I start shipping them but not much seen art work kind send the link or whatever is I’m fine with R+18

Btw what this ship name?

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alexiethymia · 2 years

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DCMK Couples and Seasons (and what kind of wedding I think they’d have)

I always associate the main DCMK couples with seasons for some reason.

Shinichi x Ran: Spring. Pretty obvious what with the sakura motif, and sakura literally being the reason they met. However, since they are the main couple of Gosho-sensei’s longest running manga, they’re associated with pretty much any season. If I knew how to do edits, I’d probably do one of ShinRan throughout the seasons and years (spring for their first meeting in kindergarten, summer for their childhood like the time they met the Akai family, winter for their middle school years with the ski trip and New York coming to mind, and finally fall for the culmination of all those moments leading to the answer to the confession on the blazing red stage of the Kiyomizu). I think they’d go with a Western wedding.

Heiji x Kazuha: Autumn. I feel for Heiji. The Kiyomizu would have been the perfect stage to confess to Kazuha. Their love story is intricately intertwined with Kyoto, land of the falling red leaves, what with Heiji meeting (in a way) his first love, Kazuha there, as well as with the recent movie focusing on the both of them and karuta. Definitely a Japanese wedding for these two.

Kaito x Aoko: Winter. They’re great (and suck respectively) at winter sports. Blue and white are commonly associated with them, with Kaito often giving blue roses to Aoko, so much that it’s become her motif, like sapphires. I think they’d opt for a Western wedding too. Both their homes are quite westernized, while Kaito definitely gets a lot of inspiration from the west.

Makoto x Sonoko: Summer. You would think it’s the only one left, but really, I think it fits. They met in the summer after all with Makoto working part-time by the beach, and Makoto fell in love with Sonoko’s bright and sunny personality. While Sonoko may prefer a Western wedding, I think they’d eventually go for a more traditional one with Makoto’s preference and considering that Suzuki is a zaibatsu (plus her older sister already went with a western wedding).

We don’t have that much moments for Hakuba x Akako yet, though Hakuba’s innocent crush on her is cute. Time will only tell if it’s genuine or a byproduct of Akako’s magic. Definitely a western wedding, but not inside in a Church, and I can somehow imagine Akako wearing a black wedding gown, haha.

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cartoonsbyandie · 3 years

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I’ve been drawing a lot of Detective Conan art that I haven’t posted anywhere, and watching a lot of it! Trying to work my way through the dub and all the movies. Last one I saw was movie 14, which is my new favorite, so this is what came of that!

I ship these two, I’m in rarepair hell. (I blame @moosopp-art personally.) Wish there was more content for em, so... I guess I’m being the content I wish to see in the world?

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#detective conan #richard moore #kogoro mouri #mouri kogoro #nakamori ginzo #ginzo nakamori #mace fuller #I hate Naka's dub name so much but it's kind of funny how bad it is #case closed #art #drawing #fanart #nakamouri #kogoro mouri x ginzo nakamori

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