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Greetings,@crystalsstarlixheart! Surprise, I’m your Secret Santa for @dcmksecretsanta!

So, after seeing that you love KaiShinShi, here’s what I have in my mind: Miyano Shiho is Sherry, Kuroba Kaito is Kaito KID. Kudo Shinichi is the one who can bring their true selves back to life.

And here we are! This isn’t very Christmas-y… But I hope you like it! Merry Christmas!

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n-emone:

hello@hiromiikunn!! It is I, your Secret Santa :D

I really hope you like this!! I took inspiration from what you said in the asks I sent (I tried my best to type differently to what I normally type like as to not give myself away hahaha) and this is the end result! Santa Shiho and her Reindeer Boys having a fluffy Christmas moment~ Again, I hope you enjoy this gift and happy holidays to you!


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crystalsstarlixheart:

Christmas Delivery for Nem!!

Merry Christmas@n-emone!!! I was your secret santafor@dcmksecretsantaevent!☃️

And I really enjoyed talking to you! It was really fun!

And here’s the promised screenshot! (I reallyloved that doodle, thank you!)

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A Shinigami, that’s how he was known in Japan. Elsewhere he was named differently, his name varied from culture to culture, from country to country, from religion to religion. But what he did, what he was remained constant throughout the centuries.

The God of Death.

When he was created and promptly assigned his role, he had been excited. To be assigned such an important role, the opportunity to help humans’ souls to safely pass on to the other realm was a humbling job. And at first, it was. He would stay by their side when they were dying, listen to their stories and little anecdotes about their life and make their ending moments a little bit more bearable. He would sob along with the family members when their soul would depart, feeling as if he had lost someone dear to him as well. 

It soon became his noose. It crushed him whenever he had to take a child soul. Their stories would be so innocent and filled with hope. To take these young souls, it ripped his heart out. And slowly, over the centuries, his heart hardened. Because he did such an amazing job of helping humans in their end moments, he was assigned helpers to make his job less burdensome. The world’s population was increasing after all. A single God of Death couldn’t possibly keep up with the genocide, the murders, the accidental deaths, the suicides, so he was given help. And slowly, he started to withdraw himself from the human world. 

Yes, they were lovely and yes, they were ugly, too. But that’s what made humans, humans. A person could be the best version of themselves in front of a set of people but a literal nightmare to another set of people. Humans backstabbed, cheated, lied their way through life. But they also created bonds and loved with their whole heart. They were a conundrum, a plethora of emotions swirled in them, none of them remaining constant.

To the God of Death, humans were precious and that was the reason why he couldn’t do his job properly. If he treated them as someone dear to him, once they were gone, they would leave their mark on him and for a God to be impressionable, that was most unheard of. And a God without a job couldn’t exist, so for his survival, he hardened his heart.

The long stories he would patiently listen to were cut off by curt words, the smile that would grace their face when they would see him were now replaced with grimaces. The completeness now replaced with fear. And he thought to himself, yes, this is good, as his chest caved in with pain.

His current location was Japan and for the first time in his existence, it wasn’t due to somebody’s death but due to his job being in peril. 

Two humans had somehow found the key to immortality. He wanted to roll his eyes. Humans and their fascination with staying alive. Well, they couldn’t possibly be aware what damage a long life caused to their souls, so he supposed their attempts to conquering nature were… appreciable. As an entity which couldn’t be extinguished, he wouldn’t recommend it though. But to each their own.

And so, he walked across the doors of Miyano Pharmacy. He knew that the humans wouldn’t be able to recognize if he came in as a celestial being, so he was confident in his stealth. He ruffled through the papers kept on the desk, surveying the lab and he was impressed. These humans had worked hard to defeat him. Seeing a photo frame beside the computer, he picked it up, curious to see who these humans were when the door knob turned. 

He didn’t pay it any attention, no alive human could see him. There was no way he would be found but when a gasp resonated, he turned around, only to meet the eyes of one of the humans who was in the photo.

“Who- who are you?” The woman asked, taking on a defensive stance.

He was stunned. He could hear the woman breathe. He could hear her heart beat but then how could she see him?

The woman’s tone grew angry as she asked again, “I asked- who are you? Hurry up or I’ll call the police.” 

He cleared his throat, caught off guard and said, “I’m Shini- Shinichi,” and he struggled to smile as he had seen humans do when they wanted to appear non-threatening.

The woman looked confused though, probably trying to place if she knew someone named Shinichi. Too bad she would come up empty. Before she could say anything, he hurried to spin a lie, “I’m here because your father wanted me to look at your recent… invention.” 

The woman searched his eyes and he tried to make himself look as innocent as possible. He wasn’t lying completely though, he was there to look at the invention. He just didn’t intend for the said invention to exist once he was done being there in the lab. 

He was curious about the woman who could see him though and he asked before he could stop himself, “I’m sorry but I can’t seem to remember your name. I’m not good with them.” 

The woman still looked cautious but his act must have been convincing because she said, “I’m Ran,” but then didn’t offer up any more information. 

He smiled at her, a genuine one, trying his best to put her on ease. He hadn’t tried to accommodate a human for centuries but he remembered that humans valued sincerity and so he tried his best to unarm his arch nemesis. 

“Hello, Ran, it’s nice to see you. I am-” and he was abruptly cut off.

“Raaaan, have you see my coffee cup. I can’t find it,” a girl’s voice came as she entered the room. 

Ran turned slightly to answer, “Sorry, Shiho, haven’t seen it,” and then turned back to face him. The brown haired woman, Shiho, walked in, trying to find her cup and this was when Shinichi knew his cover was blown. Because this woman, this Shiho couldn’t see him. 

“Hey, Shiho, aren’t you gonna greet our guest?” Ran asked, slightly confused at Shiho’s impoliteness. The man was standing in the middle of the room. Why was Shiho pretending not to see him?

Shiho tried to peer behind the row of books as she answered, “What guest, Ran?”

And Shinichi grew nervous.

Ran’s brows furrowed as she stared at Shiho’s back, had the two of them really slept so little that they had started to get hallucinations? “The one who’s wearing all black. Looks like he’s in his early thirties. He says his name is Shinichi.”

A book fell down on the floor as Shiho tried to locate her coffee cup but started  to face the room so she could see what Ran was talking about. Shinichi knew he had to escape while Ran’s attention was on Shiho. This Shiho couldn’t see him but that Ran could. She could mess up his plans and so he opened a little portal he could escape through before Shiho fully turned around.

Finding no one, she said, “Ran, there’s no one,” and then started her quest again, mumbling about how things could get misplaced and god, they needed to buy more coffee cups.

Ran faced the room again and was stunned into silence. The man had disappeared. 

Gin and Sherry as childhood friends ; Gin was around 17 (same age as Shinichi) while little Shiho/ShGin and Sherry as childhood friends ; Gin was around 17 (same age as Shinichi) while little Shiho/ShGin and Sherry as childhood friends ; Gin was around 17 (same age as Shinichi) while little Shiho/Sh

Gin and Sherry as childhood friends ; Gin was around 17 (same age as Shinichi) while little Shiho/Sherry was still 5-8 years old (Ayumi’s age)

Gin was forced to take care of the little orphan red-head. They grew attached to each other by time.

Art by: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/27936853 ( yes it’s me, just leaving my pixiv here hehe)


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n-emone:I’ve been hiding all this DCMK art this whole time All these mugs.

n-emone:

I’ve been hiding all this DCMK art this whole time

All these mugs.


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Dead without his wings

Coming through with a new AU which is the exact opposite of my other one, where shinichi is the only one without wings and he relies on his gfs to survive

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hello@hiromiikunn!! It is I, your Secret Santa :D

I really hope you like this!! I took inspiration from what you said in the asks I sent (I tried my best to type differently to what I normally type like as to not give myself away hahaha) and this is the end result! Santa Shiho and her Reindeer Boys having a fluffy Christmas moment~ Again, I hope you enjoy this gift and happy holidays to you!


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Done for the @coai Mysterium Fanzine a while back! One day I’ll draw more of this AU that lives rent

Done for the @coai Mysterium Fanzine a while back! One day I’ll draw more of this AU that lives rent-free in my head


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I’ve been hiding all this DCMK art this whole time

I’ve been hiding all this DCMK art this whole time


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Happy Holidays everyone~ Here is a scene I drew from @momocicerone‘s coai fic.  ITS SO GOOD AND SATI

Happy Holidays everyone~ Here is a scene I drew from @momocicerone‘scoai fic.  ITS SO GOOD AND SATISFYING WITH ALL THE CUTE BANTER/FLIRTING PLEASE READ IT

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Okay, so it’s 6AM and I woke up with this essay half-formed in my mind and I need to talk about DC. Yesterday, I saw a quote on tumblr that read

“to be loved is to be seen”

and it literally haunted my dreams. I dreamt of Shinichi being unable to tell Ran who he is for so long now (we won’t go into the half a year debate (in this post)) and it got me thinking about the unbearable loneliness of it all. Then I thought of Heiji and of how liberating it must be for Shinichi that some people do know him for who he really is - that some people see him, that some people are able to love him, all of him, because they’ve recognised him even when he looks like a child. And that got a chain reaction of symbolism going in my brain because THINK ABOUT IT, Shinichi is literally forced to live as his own inner child.

So, we open with this lovably weird 17-year-old (fuck no, in the manga he’s actually only 16) with barely any survival skills who’s been left alone in a huge mansion because his parents went adios, who doesn’t have a whole lot of close friends because he always found it difficult to connect with others because he’s so focussed on his detective work and who, when he finally manages to ask the love of his life out on a date and inevitably stumbles over another murder, claims that “you get used to it”, that corpses don’t affect him, that nothing really affects him and, worst of all, he actually means it. This is our protagonist. He’s All Grown Up. He always tried to be All Grown Up. Frankly, with parents like these, he always had to be All Grown Up. And it’s okay! Because he found something he loves doing (finding the truth, restoring justice, helping people) and he’s good at it and people actually love him for it (look at all these fan letters, Ran, look at them!)

And then Ran (bless you, angel child) starts crying because - because so many reasons. One, she’s still affected by what happened. Two, she sees the love of her life being strong - and he always has and had to be strong; it must be so bloody exhausting and he’s not even aware of how tired he is, but to ask him to take a break, to take a look at what all this death and suffering and loneliness really means, to take it in, to stop, would be to take the one thing away (apart from her, but she doesn’t know that) that keeps him stable and grounded and to risk having him fall apart. I don’t think she knows this consciously, but Ran is empathetic and has been around Shinichi all her life - this, I think, is the moment it really hits her that this brutality (a literal decapitated corpse that spews blood like a fountain on a roller coaster!!!) has become her best friend’s “normal”. She is scared. She is worried. And she shows it.

And then Shinichi (bless you, cool child) tries to play it down, to make her feel better, to show her that this is nothing to despair over. He, too, is trying to be considerate of this incredible girl who always takes on other people’s burdens and their pain and grins and bears it. But it isn’t all compassion - he frankly also does not have the tools to deal with someone being so vulnerable and innocent and, dare I say?, child-like. And what does he do? Does he stay and engage with her side of things? Does he hear her out and consider that he HAS become callous and somewhat addicted to shedding light on the dark sides of other people? That he feels uncomfortable feeling the light turned back on himself? No! No, of course not! He’s 16 and has the emotional range of a tea spoon (#relatable). Instead, he latches onto the next sign of mystery and turns back to his quest for truth where he feels safe and needed. He LITERALLY tells Ran to “go ahead” and that he’ll “catch up” and boy, will he ever (emotionally).

We all know what happens next: he bites off more than he can chew. He stumbles over a case that even he admits is “serious” and is LITERALLY hit over the head with the realisation that this - socio-economic corruption, systemic criminal organisations, being vulnerable and opening up to a loved one - is the world of adults and he is NOT ready for it. So he, like everybody else, is given the choice to call it quits or to choose life, start over and re-learn the things he missed out in childhood to become an adult. He becomes his inner child again (the first chapter literally ends with the dialogue

“You okay!? Can you stand up, little boy?”

“Huh?”

and he’s trying. He’s trying to stand up, okay?) and it smarts. In this old/new form, he is taken care of, but not taken taken seriously by the policemen (”You must’ve been scared”) and it freaks him out that they treat him (the master detective!) like a child again. At this height, he fails to get into his own house (some more symbolism right there) and he is not recognised by Professor Agasa until he shows him some impressive deduction work, demonstrating that this really is at the core of his character - he enjoys and is good at mysteries. That was never the problem. Neglecting just about everything else was (- the same goes for OG Holmes, I’d argue). Seeing how the situation he went through literally (damn that’s a lot of literally) turned Shinichi back into a child, Professor Agasa warns him not to inflict the same traumatic damage on others - especially since the situation is not yet resolved. (…but Agasa’s involvement is another can of worms)

There’s a whole other post in Shinichi’s choice to call himself “Conan Edogawa” and wearing his father’s glasses as well (aka trying to redefine his identity by viewing the world through the lense of the people he admired (notably his father’s frames without the lenses though!)), but the most interesting thing happens when Ran shows up. He tries, desperately, not to be recognised - not to be seen - by her in this form because it’s not HIM (it is though) and because it would involve Ran in danger; would put her in the adult world he couldn’t deal with and couldn’t protect her from, thus, ironically, infantilising herand(although in an attempt to be heroic, nonetheless still) limiting her agency.

And this is where the irony really kicks in - because Ran finds it much easier to talk to this raw, vulnerable version of himself that he doesn’t allow her to see as a “grown-up” 16-year-old. It is now, as a child that asks straight-forward questions, that he learns that Ran really does love him and that she knows the good (dependable, brave & cool), as well as the bad (full of himself, bit of a jerk and obsessed with mysteries) sides of him better than he does. At the very moment, he, touched by her vulnerability and wanting to open up, decides to tell her the truth, he is again reminded of the Men in Black by Kogoro falling down the stairs like a sack of potatoes and he (dependable, brave & cool) decides not to involve anyone in the mess he brought upon himself until he can stand up to the world of adulthood that he shrank from.

The beauty of the series is that Shinichi slowly realises, bit by bit, drop by drop, excruciating chapter after excruciating chapter, that the way for him (an INTP) to become an adult is precisely by letting others see him as he is and thus forming lasting, real and dependable relationships (by developing his Fe). This tragically begins with Akemi Miyano (a first step and another reminder that he is not capable enough yet), is slowly built up with the Detective Boys (who are honestly so important for him), continues with Ai (#bestpartners, for both of whom Professor Agasa, the eternal child-inventor, is a safe haven where they can catch up on what they missed out on, Ai obviously much more so than Conan), reaches a really, really sweet high with Heiji (#bestbromance), a rather dissatisfying conclusion with his parents (who, and I cannot stress this enough, decide the best way to convince their traumatised son that his life is in danger is to point a literal gun (okay, it’s a pistol) at his face in disguise) and climaxes with Eisuke Hondo (at which point he is confident enough to proclaim who he is even while still in the form of a child (although that doesn’t make the context of the situation any less stupid (thus proving that he IS still a love-struck teenager at the end of the day))).

tl;drBy being both the professional adult “Sleeping Kogoro”, as well as the cooky child “Conan Edogawa” at once, Shinichi can play with both facets of his teenage life until he reaches a level of stability that allows him to integrate the child mind into his adult mind - and that will be the point at which he’ll be able to fully become (not just temporarily play the role of) Shinichi Kudo.

PS: It is also interesting to compare Ai’s and Shinichi’s approaches to being stuck in their childhood selves. Shinichi, not as scarred and slowly building up a network of people he trusts, is eager to move on and begs Ai to give him the temporary antidote as often as he can - he WANTS to grow up and be a grown-up so badly. There is so much (Ran) waiting for him there.

Ai, on the other hand, is much more cautious and warns him not to jump the gun. To her, much more scarred and still rather alone, this is an invaluable second shot at life and she is as careful with it as she humanly can, constantly worrying and on the look-out that someone could drag her back to the prison of responsibilities and obligations. That’s why it was SUCH a pivotal moment for her when she used and realised the use of her adult form when she saved the Detective Boys from the fire. She, too, is slowly connecting the two halves of herself but I suspect that it’ll take her an entire childhood to do so.
(Also, interestingly, as an INTJ, she puts down her roots in a very different way from Conan. She cherishes her new relationships and protects them fiercely, but the real signs of her settling down ever-so-slowly is her growing willingness to reconstruct her internal moral system (Fi) and to acquire and find security in material possessions (Se), like her designer handbags and her little football-man-phone-strap.)

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