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[dcmksecretsanta]

Mini gift!

@chriswhitewolf as promised, here’s a preview of your gift fic! 

Kudo Shinichi is a detective by nature. When he discovers a mystery, he wants to solve it. When he discovers his soulmate indicator as a young child, of course he wants to find out who his soulmate is. They’re supposed to be someone very special to him, and he has his very own personalized clue to start tracking them down. His mother had explained it for him when the mysterious smudges of marker on his fingers (and he hadn’t used any markers that day, his class had been coloring with crayons) hadn’t washed off. 

“It’s from your soulmate, Shin-chan!” She’d been so excited, and insisted on taking pictures of his blue-stained little hands. “You must have the type of soulmate indicator where ink on your soulmate’s skin shows up on you too.” “It’ll disappear when your soulmate washes their hands.” His father had added, before he could ask (his father was always doing that).

Unfortunately for Shinichi, he and his soulmate didn’t seem to have a perfectly matched bond (not that they were likely to, perfect matches are very rare), so his childish attempts to write to his soulmate via the palm of his hand never went anywhere. And as the years passed, there were never many clues to help him find them. His soulmate didn’t seem to be the type of person who wrote on their skin very often, and the smudges of pens and pencils didn’t provide much information (though he does know his soulmate seems to write with both hands, and often misses when putting the cap back on a pen). And so he waits, and checks his hands occasionally for more concrete clues.

[necropathys]

Fandom: Detective Conan | Magic Kaito

Pairing: Kudou Shinichi | Edogawa Conan/Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou Kid

Word count: 1 016

Summary: 

“Have I ever told you that your luck is something else, Detective?" Kaitou KID asked him from the other side of the small cabin; his tone stuck somewhere between amusement and disbelief. The thief was rifling through the meager belongings left by the previous residents as he spoke. Shinichi didn't think he would find much, given the amount of dust that saturated the place's interior. Not enough to leave it in more than slight disrepair, but enough to assume there would be minimal supplies to supplement their stay.

"Don't remind me," The detective murmured, his exasperation palpable.

Kaito and Shinichi get snowed in after a heist gone awry.

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Hey there @chriswhitewolf! it was my pleasure to be your secret santa this year. huge thanks to @dcmksecretsanta​ for organizing this event. i'm sorry this ended up a smidge late, and appreciate your patience! i took up your kaishin prompt of being stuck in a small cabin post-heist overnight. i hope you enjoy, and happy holidays!

[bypinkleaf]

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year//

Dear @chriswhitewolf ,

I was your secret santa this year! I’m so sorry your gift ended up being posted late 🥺 my month ended up being really busy and I didn’t want to rush your gift 👉👈 I hope you really like this KaiShin I drew for you!

Hope you had a lovely Christmas with your loved ones and wishing your 2021 will hold many great things for you!

[artycreaty]

… oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my good god!

Chris-san! This is… such a wonderful gift! I—! 🥺🥺🥺

You can’t see me, but outwardly I’m currently smiling softly 🥺, and inwardly I’m SOBBING AND SCREAMING LOUDLY IN JOY! 😭😭😭

Thank you so, so very much! I’ve loved reading this fic, and I’m sure it was a challenge to write a deaf character, and yet you did it so beautifully! And you even included sign language! The Shinichi who doesn’t grow up to be a famous high school detective, but doesn’t lose his observational and knowledge skills nonetheless and still solves crimes (with help)! I love it! Thank you very much!

I will treasure it forever! 💜✨

Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year to you! ✨

Hey @artycreaty! Sorry that it’s a little late, I had to make some last-minute changes to the storyline and it took some time to rewrite it. Here’s your gift for the @dcmksecretsanta event!

It was super fun to write, and I enjoyed playing around with a Shinichi who grew up so different from canon and didn’t become a famous high school detective!

So without further ado, I hope you enjoy!

Keep reading

[hattoriandkudo]

The Trouble with Soulmates

For @chriswhitewolf as part of @dcmksecretsanta

[kaishinbigbang]

the world isn’t your responsibility (but you’re still trying to save it)

author: @chriswhitewolf artist: @riyasama beta: aphoticghost rating: T+ warnings: Mentions of death, vague mentions of serious injury, mentions of murder, swearing summary: Kaito had not seen or spoken to his childhood friend, Shin-chan, since before the two had started their first year of elementary school. Eleven years later, Kaito has almost entirely forgotten the detective-loving boy. That is, until a new student transfers into his class. Kudo Shinichi is quiet, studious, and a loner. He spends his free moments reading, ignores anyone who tries to talk to him, and downright refuses to have any interaction with anyone, including the childhood friend he's just reunited with. Kaito knows something is going on, and is worried about Shinichi's antisocial behavior and extreme isolation. So he puts his magician's talents to work. The mission: End Shin-chan's isolation and get him some friends. With Kaito's determined meddling and Shinichi working to thwart his every plan, the two lock each other in a Immovable Object meets Unstoppable Force situation. Until Kaito starts to uncover the reason Shinichi transferred to Ekoda High in the middle of the year, and the things he left behind when he did.

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I got played via: ChrisWhiteWolf

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A quick drawing of Shinichi in Winter weather (with a cold drink haha) for @chriswhitewolf

[sagurus]

Mini Gift 2!!

[sagurus: This was written by my DCMK Secret Santa, @chriswhitewolf. Thank you for this!!!!]

Hello again from your DCMK Secret Santa! I am so excited to get to give you your main present later this month!!! It's been an awful day and I'm going to go crawl into bed now that I'm home from work (nevermind the time.) Anyway, I hope your day was better than mine, have another Mini Gift!

(I also feel like I should warn you that I am rarely able to write characters as they are in canon every single time I pick up a pen they come out varying degrees of OOC and that's just my life. I have too many brainworms about these boys for them to appear as they do in canon.)

((Everyone in your main gift has taken on a life of their own and are very much not canon compliant in their personalities. Every. Single. One. ojeahgeraihroefwij'ovgnjofrbj. It's fine.))

*Casually throws in* The word count for this is 1,607

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Kaito had known for a long while just how dangerous his Crows were, how important it was that his identity remain a secret to ensure the safety of everyone he’d ever had any connection to. Knowing that they knew his father had been KID made it all the more challenging to keep them from discovering that he was the one who’d taken up the mantle. He’d gone to great lengths to keep that secret.

Too bad nothing good ever lasts.

His identity had been discovered by the Crows, who, unlike a certain great detective, had no qualms about confronting him in his civilian life.

He’d gotten the hell out of dodge at that point. He had to disappear. He’d spared just enough time to grab Hakuba and drag him along to a safe house while he worked out a better plan to keep them out of the line of fire. He hadn’t expected to get a call from a certain tiny sleuth, saying that his identity as missing detective Kudo Shinichi had been found out by his Black Organization that same day, and that he and Tantei-han needed to disappear for the time being.

It’d seemed, at the time, like a good idea to group up. The four of them were smart, and between Kaito’s disguise skills and Kudo’s FBI connection, it’d be easy enough to hunker down and throw together a plan to take out both international criminal syndicates at the same time, before anyone else got hurt.

Unfortunately for them, tragedies came in threes. The four of them had made their way out of the city and into a remote safe house, completely off the grid, and managed to pass along every last bit of information about either group that the four of them had gathered thus far. At which point the FBI forbade them from having anything more to do with the takedowns and instructed all four of them not to leave the safe house for anything less than the location being compromised. Kaito was more than willing to disregard both of those orders, and Kudo seemed to be right there with him. The safe house in question was tiny, more like a small bomb shelter than a safe house. It was one room, no windows, with the only doors leading to a small bathroom and the world outside. One wall was floor-to-ceiling shelving stocked with shelf stable foods and ration bags, with a stand-alone sink for water nestled in the corner. Four thin cots had been dragged in and shoved against the opposite wall. The rest of the room was bare, solid concrete.

In short, there were four bored, highly intelligent teenagers stuck in constant close proximity, with no entertainment and nothing to do but stare at the walls and annoy each other.

It’d been two weeks. They were losing it.

Kaito felt like he was going to vibrate out of his skin with all the pent-up energy he’d been collecting. Being made to sit around all day without so much as a deck of playing cards was near impossible for the high energy magician. He was practically bounding off the walls, pacing around for hours on end, doing whatever acrobatics he could fit in the small room in hopes of burning off some of the energy.

The detectives didn’t appreciate his antics. To be fair, they were driving him crazy as much as he was them. It was mutual. Shinichi kept trying to sneak out, never mind that the BO knew he was Conan and were keeping an eye out for him as an adult and a child. Hattori seemed to be incapable of not starting an argument with Hakuba every other hour, and Hakuba was being every bit as much a stick-in-the-mud smug bastard as ever.

If they didn’t get out soon, they were going to kill each other. Or do something else drastic. Like sneaking into the FBI’s operations headquarters they’d set up and causing all sorts of mayhem. He couldn’t mess with (or solve) their cases without it causing problems that might let the criminals off free, and he couldn’t risk dying the agent’s hair without potentially exposing agents in undercover operations. He had plenty of other ideas, though.

Kaito was more and more tempted to carry through with one every passing hour, at this point.

Zoned out in his thoughts, Kaito wasn’t paying enough attention to avoid slamming into Hakuba and knocking the Brit flat on his ass.

“KUROBA!”

Kaito allowed himself two quick blinks to be startled before he smiled down at the detective.

“So sorry, Tantei-san. Didn’t see you there.” He knew it was a bad idea, but he couldn’t help himself from adding, “Though, you must be used to being invisible by now.”

Hattori choked on a laugh, while Conan rolled his eyes and continued fiddling with his bow tie, not even bothering to look over at them from where he was laying on his cot staring at the ceiling. Hakuba fumed as he pulled himself up off the floor, stalking forward until he was practically nose-to-nose with Kaito. He opened his mouth to retort but paused. He stepped back out of Kaito’s personal bubble, and for a moment the magician thought he was going to drop it without rising to the bait. Then Hakuba opened his mouth again, and sucked all the air out of the room with his next words.

“I’d rather be invisible than get the people I love killed, running around as a shiny white target, Kaitou-kun.”

Kaito froze at that. He heard Conan bolt up into a sitting position, the cot creaking with the movement. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Shinichi and Heiji exchange a look, shocked that the British detective would strike such a low blow.

Contrarily, Hakuba sported an infuriating smirk, likely at having shocked Kaito into silence. He was willing to bet the bastard hadn't even processed what he'd said yet, riding blindly on the annoyance and frustration built up over the last two weeks. Kaito growled, an angry sound low in his throat, and Shinichi sucked a sharp breath between his teeth. Kaito watched as Hakuba's face slackened, realizing the weight of his words.

"Kuroba-" Kaito cut him off by slamming him back into the wall, shirt collar balled in his fists.

"Woah! Hey, hang on a sec-" Kaito ignored Heiji's slightly panicked attempt and deescalating the situation. Kaito didn’t want to deescalate, or calm down. He wanted to be angry, just this once, without holding back. He wanted to escalate it further.

“Kuroba-kun-”

“Shut up.” Kaito noted, in some back corner of his mind that was always watching and taking notes and paying attention to everything, that his voice had pitched significantly deeper in his anger. He hadn’t even consciously made the choice to switch to English. The s was slightly drawn-out, a viscous hiss. He didn’t care. “Bastard. You asshole.”

Kaito felt detached from himself. It felt like he was riding shotgun in his own body, watching himself surge forward and slam his lips to Hakuba’s. The instant he did, the detached feeling fled. He didn’t break the kiss; he growled and pressed closer, all burning anger and aggression. He didn’t spare a moment of surprise at the way Hakuba kissed back, letting Kaito press him to the wall. Kaito bit at Hakuba’s lip, enough to send a spark of pain without actually hurting him, and Hakuba let his lips part in what felt like surrender. The very thought drove Kaito mad in an entirely different way. He knew Hakuba was stronger, physically. He could easily push Kaito away, and he knew that Hakuba knew that. But he didn’t push him away; no, instead he let Kaito hold him there, let Kaito do whatever he wanted. If Kaito’s kiss was a demand, Hakuba’s reciprocation was acceptance, was giving in and letting Kaito take. It was heady, filling his chest and driving out the anger to replace it with an entirely different kind of heat.

“WOULD YOU TWO CUT IT OUT ALREADY?!” Conan’s voice broke the moment like a sledgehammer through a glass window. Kaito startled at the sound, breaking the kiss unintentionally. His shock-wide eyes met Hakuba’s steady, smug, and slightly clouded gaze, before darting down to watch as his tongue darted out to wet his kiss-bruised lips. Kaito’s chest was a knotted mess of tangled emotions in the aftermath of...that, but the one thing he did know is that he definitely wanted to kiss Hakuba again. Wanted to soothe out the anger he’d poured out into him, replace it with a sweet softness that left the blond’s head spinning.

He wanted to give him that sweetness in other ways, too, not just with kisses. He wanted to be Hakuba’s, to have Hakuba be his, to be together.

He...he wanted to be boyfriends.

Huh. Hello, Gay Awakening. And here he thought he’d known everything there was to know about himself.

It was overwhelming. He felt like he’d been set adrift in the middle of the sea.

Hakuba must have noticed something in his expression, because he reached up and flicked Kaito, gently, in the center of the forehead. When Kaito focused his eyes, Hakuba was smirking at him.

“If you wanted a kiss, you could have just asked. You didn’t have to start a fight with me as an excuse.”

Kaito could read between the lines, and he gratefully accepted the comfort and control Hakuba had just handed back to him.

That didn’t mean he would admit just how much fondness bled through his voice when he replied.

“Bastard.”

[sagurus: That was a wild ride from start to finish!!!!!! Holy shit. Things sure got heated. And then they got heated...differently. ;D Thanks for writing this! I had a lot of fun reading it <3 Thanks for being such an amazing secret santa! These gifts have been so fun.]

[chriswhitewolf]

Omfg. Y'all.

Content warning for My Mom's An Ableist Bigot, Doesn't Support People of Color, Sia's 'Music' being an horrendous thing, and reference to the organization Autism Speaks and it's absolutely awful views on Autism.

Proceed at your own discretion.

I've been following the discussions surrounding Sia's movie Music (DON'T WATCH OR SUPPORT IT!) because it's something I take interest in and it's part of a societal issue I am passionate about. I've talked about it with my mother several times previously, just about how awful Sia's been and how harmful the movie itself is.

Today I mentioned that I'd learned that Sia worked with Autism Speaks to create the character Music, and how horrible that is when autism speaks is heavily despised by the autistic community.

And she was like "okay but what's wrong with autism speaks??" And I mentioned some of the stuff I knew about them that were awful, and eventually pulled up a video going through the timeline of events from its founding. She was on her laptop on their website the whole time being like "they removed the thing about curing autism from their mission statement in 2016" and just being like 'but their website doesn't say that now. And it came to a point where I was like "y'know even if we don't or can't see how or why or what is so wrong about them, the fact that most autistic people are against the organization is what really matters, because they're the ones directly affected."

And she goes "yeah, sure."

Like. I've been reminding myself that I really came expect much if anything from her at all on any topic, but like.

I've got ADHD. My oldest brother is on the spectrum. Literally two of her four children are ND.

But somehow the thoughts and opinions and voices of the autistic community shouldn't be the main focus??? Like. I know I can't expect much but I did think she was better than this.

It's just.

Like.

I can't. I don't have words to describe the thoughts and feelings this gives me.

I know she's an asshole, and an abuser, and tends to disregard things like the opinions and experiences of marginalized groups but.

I still believed she was at least enough of a decent human being to not react with that in this situation.

This isn't even mentioning her trying to defend the movie by being like 'but is she really trying to say that this is an okay way to treat autism and autistic people?' 'Are we sure she didn't intend well? Is she not just trying to show the harsh and painful realities of autistic life??'

Like. When it's that bad and that extreme, I don't give a fuck what the initial intentions were. Intentions mean jack shit to Impact.

I can call you an ugly fat asshole and not mean it to be upsetting or hurtful. But if it is, than that's on me.

Impact matters more than intention, and people have to take responsibility for the impact of an action or statement instead of arguing that it's the other person's fault for getting hurt by it.

Content warning: the text below may trigger some individuals, please take care of yourself and don't read if you might be triggered by:

Mentions of emotional and verbal abuse, disassociation

Also just cause I realize I haven't really mentioned this yet and I wanna update anyone who like cares:

My parents are hella abusive. I realize I have a lot of posts where I speak about my struggle to determine if their treatment was abusive or simply unintentionally insensitive. I did work up the courage to look for what qualifies as emotional/verbal abuse, and I was absolutely appalled by the sheer extent of the "criteria" their treatment of me meets. I actually was completely emotionally dissociated for the rest of the day after seeing just how much of what I've endured is abuse.

Unfortunately as I'm over the age of 18, and thus legally an adult, there's really nothing I can do as far as legal consequences. I'm also unable to move out or cut ties, as my health issues and disabilities prevent me from working. As far as the law goes, the most I could do is file a restraining order against them, which, again, I am incapable of living independently at this time. So, I'm hoping I can start picking up commission work on my Tarot Reading blog ( @chriswhitewolf ), and I'm working to improve my candle making abilities to start selling candles online. I own everything I need but I'm horribly inexperienced and the candles I've made this far are....lackluster and disappointing. Once I've got a decent skill set for it I'll start selling them and will update y'all on links to that. Thanks to everyone who follows me and shows their support in likes and comments and reblogs, it means a lot to me to know that people actually read the stuff I post and follow me.