#Shinishi Kudo

[eirinstiva]

As we say in the holmesian fandom: it's canon! in The Adventure of the Red-Headed League:

He curled himself up in his chair, with his thin knees drawn up to his hawk-like nose, and there he sat with his eyes closed and his black clay pipe thrusting out like the bill of some strange bird.

so this holmes pose that shinichi did was real…..

[khalidz0w]

Shinishi Kudo...🔥

Materials...!

- pencil HB ✏️

- faiber castel inking pen ✒️

- Ohuhu colores 🖌️

9h to end it...♥️

[pemebi]

I'm surprised that no one has created a Detective conan/Magic Kaito Fusion with Steven Universe or/and Houseki no Kuni Edit: This is a first draft, so now I changed a lot of things on my mind, lol, maybe I should erase this Before Anything, English isn't my first language, soo if I write weird is because that The idea so far: Humanity is unaware of Living Gems, they had shared the planet since the beginning Old gems : Their bodies are pure rock, they use lots of makeup to pass as humans (Houseki no Kuni Logic) They are born from the earth in a natural way and can have magical properties (Yukiko Kudo) New gems: Their real bodies are a small gem and can change their form at will, but they are born in a artificial way, mostly on labs who knows about gems and want to use them (Steven universe Logic) (Kudo Shinishi was born because Yukiko fell in love with Yusaku and with Agasa help they created him as "their child", Haibara Ai was born in the men of black Org so her upbringing isn't so happy) Shinishi is a Gem that is disguising himself as a human, he is a Sapphire that always knows where is going to happens a disgrace, but his detective work is real and learned from his "father" Yusaku Kudo

He longs the life as a human even if he is fully aware he isn't one Shinishi still have a similar age to Ran and can change forms like any "new" gem, and use both forms to gather information (He hangs with the detective boys because they always find trouble and have a soft spot for them), one day he got attacked by the men in black and his gem got partially broken, since then he can't change to his "normal" form.

He really don't want to share his inhuman status with Ran

Kaito is a human searching for pandora, he isn't aware that in his list of suspects he should add a whole ALIEN race.

Shinishi is really surprised to learn that Kaito Kid is a Human and not a Gem because that whole ability to change forms and voice don't seemed human to him at first. So this is the initial idea so far! Hope people like it or can add anything to make it better! thank you!

[kaito14kid]

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[shinishikuddo]

[hnnyoongs]

a shit ton of coai gifs cuz why not

omg yes queen rib yur sarcastic husband

I can literally here this "ALELE TOKA OKASHIZO TOKA"

I love how she always hides behind conan when she feels danger she trusts him to protect her it's so cute esp considering the fact she's always tryna protect other people

SHES SO WORRIED FOR HIM ECBAJSKM

no words needed just a look THIS IS WHY THEY'RE MY FAVORITE DETCO SHIP

breaking the 4th wall together

dad and son laugh at mom

you'll protect me won't you?

messy messy

your favorite puzzle

god they're so cute I love coai with all my heart

[coai]

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[momocicerone]

Vacancy

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Fandom: Detective Conan / Case Closed

Summary:   How do you mourn a stranger?

Pairing: Kudo Shinichi | Edogawa Conan & Miyano Shiho | Haibara Ai

Genre and Rating: Romance; Tragedy

Prompts: Protect & Secret (If you squint)

A/N:This is not a fic, but an outlet of my feelings , it's kind of incoherent but also personal in a metaphorical way. I'll just throw this in the coai week dumpster because if you squint it could fit prompt 2: Protect and/or prompt 5: Secret. I will, however, finish another (happier) entry for prompt 5. Later. When I'm on the mood.

Dedication: To the almost-lovers.

Warning: Major character death. Entire blocks of text. No dialogue

  "Thus much and more; and yet thou lov'st me not,

And never wilt! Love dwells not in our will.

Nor can I blame thee, though it be my lot

To strongly, wrongly, vainly love thee still.

― Lord Byron, final verse of "Love and Death"

  I - unus

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They take you away in a wooden casket as you lay asleep, laden in an ocean of white roses whose petals are barely a few shades paler than your skin.

.

The room is lit with the warm light of candles and a monochrome picture of you that I almost don't recognize : your expression stern as ever, eyes staring blankly at the camera as the corner of your lips curl into an almost-derisive smile. But it's you, I'm sure. Even when I'm way more used to a much younger version of yourself, even when the picture can't capture the peculiar shade of your strawberry blonde hair or the cynical glint in your jade green eyes... it's you in the haughtiness, the aprehension, the disdain. I know those well from you, and I wouldn't miss them.

I would never miss you— before, today or ever after.

But today…

Today we're burying Miyano Shiho.

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II- duo

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Outside, a clear sky is framed by endless rows of late blooming cherry blossoms. April dies today, and in its haste to leave it takes you away with it. Summer isn't your thing anyway: you hate the heat and the overwhelming humidity of sunny days that drowns you in a breathless stupor. And I think it's ironic that you fell in love with Japan despite its temperamental weather, when your sensitive complexion was clearly more suited for higher grounds.

Japan stole your heart for some reason, and you learned to love it back with unyielding devotion— like a dandelion, you found new roots.

You'd be most surprised to know that you made quite a few friends on your short time with us, good friends. There's the kids— I don't care if you wouldn't allow it .

They deserve to know.

Because they are here, yes. And Ayumi is —as you would expect— inconsolable. Genta and Mitsuhiko, bless them, they are trying their best to be brave for her... for you . I'm trying my best too, but damn you, you are the one who would know what to do now, you're the one who would know how to fix this.

.

Why are you not here to fix this?

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On a corner stands Jodie, and I know that she's trying her best to look unaffected while her eyes follow Akai's fleeting silhouette as he hastily leaves the room. He's taking this too hard on himself, and he shouldn't. You weren't his responsibility, after all. You were mine . I made you a promise I couldn't keep, and now you're trapped inside an endless slumber from which you'll never wake up again.

Heiji has flown all the way from Osaka just to say goodbye, even when he barely knew you at all. Kazuha stands by his side, her grip firm on his arm. She has no idea who you are, but she's here anyway; I'm assuming that if you're important enough for him to fly across the country for, you'd be important enough for her to be here too. Some things— people , they are sort of a package deal.

Ran is here, too. But she's not here because of me. She's here to mourn you. We all are. Even Sera and your aunt Mary, who you never meet.

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Among the white sea that surrounds you, a single red rose blooms in your hair.

(He's nowhere to bee seen, but it suits you, and I let it be. Chasing phantoms can wait for another day.)

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II - tres

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Hakase can't even start his eulogy without breaking down in tears, and I'm sorry that I'm not strong enough to lift that burden off him.

(It's not my place.)

But you broke his heart, did you know that? He didn't just lose a friend... he lost his daughter.

(How dare you.)

.

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They speak of you with such fondness that makes me wonder... when did it happen, that they got to know you so well, that they learned and fell in love with your quirks and flaws the same way they admired your virtues?

They talk about you as if they knew you, as if that was really you. Yet I can't help but wonder—

Was that really you?

They mourn the girl they knew so well, they mourn Haibara Ai.

But who's Miyano Shiho?

.

(And how do you mourn a stranger?)

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IV - quattuor

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I dream of you often.

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In my dreams you walk, and I always follow. Sometimes you just stand there — unattainable, worlds out of my reach.

Sometimes, you kill me.

But the absolute worst dreams are the ones where you acknowledge me, the ones that blur with my memories because they happened once beyond my dreams. The ones about the lost opportunities I no longer can seize, where I hold you close to me and I get to tell you what I never knew before I lost you — the ones where you tell me I'm late, way too late.

I wake up empty.

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V - quīnque

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Life goes on without you, of course it does.

You were never the center of my universe or the one I couldn't do without. You leave, like every stranger I meet on the commuting train or the clerk working at my favorite coffee shop. Like the childhood friends I never contacted after junior high graduation, or the old baa-chan who used to gift me candies when I stayed in my mother's country house on long summer nights. You leave and the world keeps running at its normal pace, and I'm the one chasing to keep up with it.

.

And it kills me that I can't grieve like the others do, because to them you were someone . In your own way, you belonged to them — a daughter, a best friend, a comrade. But what are you to me, even now, if not just a stranger? And why is my mind — my heart, determined to leave this open space in my chest where no one else seems to fit quite right? Saying we were friends is a stretch, saying I loved you is insanity.

So what is this, huh? What is this feeling of utter emptiness that hovers over my existence like an endless shadow, blinding me from light? What is this silence that wraps around my throat and takes the air out of my lungs? What is this hole, this vacancy in my life that I try in vain to fill with work and seeings and speckles of people that remind me of you in the most ridiculous, unassuming ways?

And it's every detail of you I missed back then that I now recall with excruciating clarity. It's the playful condescendence of your voice and the way you'd roll your eyes while fixing loose strands of hair behind your ear. It's your face, staring back at me with knowing camaraderie. The warmth of your hand holding me back in the face of danger, the weight of your head resting on my shoulder on long field-trip rides. It's you in my memories and you in my dreams. It's you that I can't let go of.

Normal life resumed without you, yet you took something away. And I see it reflected in the hollow stare in the mirror and the missing cup of coffee next to mine. I hear it in the jokes that no one else gets and the monotonous sound of your voicemail message, in the echo of the words I never said to you… and the silence, always the silence . I feel i in my hands, my skin, my heart— this sense of pure, sheer incompleteness.

It's something I can't tell, something they wouldn't understand. Of course they wouldn't. How do I explain this to anyone?

How do I tell the world I lost you when you were never mine?

How to explain the emptiness of a place you never filled?

The worst kind of pain is the one you're not allowed to mourn, the one that feeds on your heart because there's no way of letting it out.

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You leave me with nothing — Not a letter or a single fading picture. Not a broken promise or a grudge to hold. Not a kiss, not a love confession. Not the lingering touch of your hands of my skin or the warmth of words whispered to my ears.

Nothing, at all.

You leave, and you take my heart, my life away with you.

.

You leave all of me behind.

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[jasontoddiefor]

Title: pick a name, (pick two)

Summary: The first time around, it had taken Shinichi six months of careful consideration to pick a name. He’d made more lists than he could count, made his father utilize all the naming skills of a world-renowned author, and had his mother pronounce each choice with careful consideration.

Six months of hard work had gone into Kudo Shinichi.

Edogawa Conan takes six seconds.

It helped, probably, that Ran didn’t have many memories of pre-teen Shinichi in pants that didn’t belong to a soccer uniform. It was another thing that differentiated Conan from Shinichi, the little boy so secure in his identity from the teenager that stumbled through labels and truths, not knowing what to think or believe. Shinishi’s parents had always been far from average or normal, had never forced Shinichi to care for one thing or dress a certain way. Frankly speaking, he liked the skirts and dresses he’d worn as a kid. They’d been soft and comfortable and certainly prettier than what you could find in the boy’s section of the clothing stores. Additionally, they gave him more freedom to run around and were much more comfortable during summer.

Shinichi had only really stopped wearing them when they had changed his nameplates at school and the teasing and name-calling wouldn’t stop. He’d gone out of his way to craft himself into a young man in the image of Sherlock Holmes, the detectives of his father’s novels. The newspapers spoke of Kudo Shinichi as a brilliant detective, Heisei Holmes. His old name hadn’t been mentioned in any newspaper but one and his parents’ lawyers had torn that newspaper to shreds and it hadn’t happened again.

Shinichi hadn’t even disliked his old name. Were he a girl, it would have fit him just fine and he never would have thought of changing his name.

However, in this world, Shinichi had required a new name and a new outfit so the bullies would shit up.

Conan dressed as Shinichi might have in a different life, one where he’d never had to learn the art of hiding and drawing attention away from his curves and chest. Not that Conan had much of either right now, as young as he was.

So, yes, it probably helped that Shinichi had looked like a little girl at Conan’s age and that Conan did not.

Not that it changed too much about his current situation.

“You’re not looking too hot there, Meitantei.”

Sighing, Conan turned to the catalyst of today’s introspection.

He’d honestly expected KID to have already gotten away. The thief had danced on Nakamori’s nose, and had Kogoro not gotten distracted before the heist, Conan would have arrived on time to properly chase after KID.

“And you’re still here,” Conan returned. “So eager to be put behind bars after all?”

KID faked an outrageous gasp, clutching his chest in imaginary distress. “Never, my dear detective. I just noticed that you don’t look quite comfortable.”

KID’s grin was strained, worried, seemed almost a little guilty—

Ah, right. He was a master of disguise and research and had posed as Shinichi before. There’d always been something little off about his performance as Kudo Shinichi. Conan knew they looked alike and he supposed were he not assigned female at birth, their likeness would have been even closer. Kaito KID was just a bit taller than Shinichi had been. Not enough for it to be noticeable if they didn’t stand right next to each other, but it was enough for Shinichi, who’d spent hours hoping he’d grow just a bit taller still, to recognize.

“I’m fine,” Conan said, wiping imaginary dust off the light blue dress KID had picked out for him. The entire police force had been decked into delicate gowns, fitting the ballroom theme of the heist. Conan’s, however, seemed to be the only one of relatively high quality. KID had put thought into this one. “I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” KID asked. “I didn’t mean to bring up any, ah, bad memories, I’d honestly… forgotten.”

That, Conan supposed, was the point of transitioning. “Like I said, it’s fine. Just haven’t worn one of these in a while.”

The thief looked guiltier about that than he’d ever looked about a single stolen gem as if the thought that he might have hurt Conan unintentionally was unforgivable.

“Tantei-kun.”

“KID.” Conan stressed his name, forced the thief to look him in the eyes. “It is fine. I would have already stripped if that weren’t the case.”

It wasn’t like KID had made it particularly difficult to pull off the dresses if you knew where to look. Conan simply hadn’t had the time. Every second counted when chasing after KID.

“If you say so.” KID still didn’t look comfortable and not for the first time Conan wondered how somebody so intelligent and caring ended up on the other side of the law. He knew that KID was after something that forced him into this position. He wasn’t a bad guy after all and could be quite reliable as well, and someone with such a big heart had to have a good reason to put on such a show.

“It took me six months to come up with Shinichi, you know,” Conan said. They were alone on the rooftop; nobody would overhear. KID straightened, a sign that he was clearly paying attention. Six months of careful consideration, writing more lists than he could count, making his father utilize all the naming skills of a world-renowned author and asking his mother to pronounce each choice.

Six months of hard work had gone into Kudo Shinichi.

“Edogawa Conan took six seconds,” Conan continued. “Is it unsettling to be back in this young body? Yes. But Shinichi never had to be a boy at this age”.

The Detective Boys knew that Conan’s body didn’t entirely fit, but most of the other people, who didn’t know him, were unaware. It was almost a positive experience to see what the world was like through these eyes. As much as Conan wanted back to his old life, carry the name he’d put so much work into, this aspect of Conan he didn’t hate. “I didn’t even care much about gender until I turned fourteen. I’m perfectly fine wearing a dress, it’s just a piece of fabric. And it isn’t like there aren’t enough men walking around wearing dresses.”

Conan sent KID a pointed look, which, surprisingly, didn’t end with KID grinning, but the magician staring at him with an unreadable expression until he finally, slowly, began to speak. “I’m not.”

Conan blinked.

“A man, I mean,” KID said. “Sometimes I am, my birth certificate certainly says so, but usually I just exist and sometimes I’m a girl. I mean, I don’t mind with my disguises because they’re just that, another part of the show, but I’m picky in my civilian life. Sometimes I’m fine with it, but I have to wear enough masks. I like to be true to myself just in this one aspect. Does that make any sense?”

And then KID looked at him as if he needed Conan to confirm that yes, this was alright, that it was fine. For a moment, Conan was tempted to simply banter with the thief again as they did so very often, but tonight had already been exceptional.

“Of course,” Conan replied seriously. “You can be whoever you need to be.”

No wonder KID worried so much about it when this, what had never bothered Shinichi, bothered him so much.

“Should I call you something else?”

With a slight smile, KID shook his head. “I’m fine,” KID said. “Here, as thanks for listening to me.”

KID opened his closed hand, revealing the stolen diamond. “For your effort, Meitantei. And you do look cute in blue. I was thinking of you when I picked out that dress!”

KID threw the diamond almost carelessly and Conan caught it easily. “Don’t be stupid, thief.”

“Yes, yes.” With another wide grin, just moments before the police tossed open the door to the rooftop, KID threw himself over the edge of the building.

Six seconds for Edogawa Conan.

Shinichi wondered how much time had gone into Kaito KID.

[cartoonfanorwhatever]

Continuing my first watchtrough of Inuyasha, (after a good amount of months) I just finished episode 3 and it’s kinda good though the pacing is kinda idk slow, maybe? But that just might be the adhd talking. My main problem is that whenever Inuyasha talks i just hear a way ruder shinishi kudo and i can’t get over that. Oh well i’ll just have to adjust, and maybe it won’t take me half a year to watch the next episode this time

[alex-grey-fullbuster]

Shinishi Kudo

#DétectiveConan

[pilyarquitect]

Thanks for the tag @smokeyloki okay, let's see:

Conan Edogawa / Shinishi Kudo - Detective Conan

Donatello - TMNT '03

Violet Parr - The Incredibles

Merlin - Merlin BBC

Huey Duck - Ducktales

Elizabeth Bennet - Pride and Prejudice

Adrien Agreste - Miraculous Ladybug

Sir Percy Blakeney - The Scarlet Pimpernel

Anya Forger - Spy x Family

Sakura Kinomoto - Card Captor Sakura

tagging: @i-cant-find-any-creative-name @zeragii @zoe-oneesama @cjthestoryteller@catholic-harmacy @quickpaint @west-end-lady @ducksiblingrivalry @that-catholic-shinobi @irishironclad

Ten Characters, Ten Fandoms, Ten Tags

I was tagged to do this by @redvelvetrevolver yeet (Do some of these even count as fandoms? Idk. If it's something t, that's a fandom, right?)

Erik Carriere - Phantom of the Opera

Nick Valentine - Fallout 4

Wilson P. Higgsbury - Don't Starve

Sherlock Holmes - Jeremy Brett ftw

Sir Percy Blakeney - The Scarlet Pimpernel

V - V for Vendetta

Shane - Stardew Valley

Edward - Twilight (I regret nothing, I refuse)

Data - Star Trek TNG

Sans - Undertale

Wow, I'm kind of basic I guess ;-; Also, these are all men?? Is that weird??? Idk.

@wheel-of-fish @cuddlepossum @theboarsbride @alvadee @jennyfair7 @bogglebabbles @smokeyloki @ramblingsofachristiannerd @phantom-of-the-keurig @cuteghostwriter @zenvangogh @masksonmasks @chaosflight

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