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Mini-gift for @bakathief (┏〇▽ ` )ﾉ Featuring Kaito contemplating which route to choose! Kaishin or Kaiao? Decisions... Decisions...

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Hi @angelbellelc2 ! Hope you like this mini gift. The theme is 🎁! I think it's cute that Shinichi and Ran both got each other winter themed gifts (Ran's gloves and Shinichi's sweater)

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Just two cops wearing the outfits of two other cops in the most niche crossover ever thanks to seeing something on your blog @muqingists 

 From your DCMK Secret Santa

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@robins-den I hope you like these cute snowmen of Conan and friends with Ran. The six of them are getting ready for the wonderful Christmas celebration!! - Secret Santa

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Poem mini-gift

Hello, @faru-itsok ! First, I would like to wish you a Happy New Year! May 2023 bring you health and happiness! Second, I am very sorry, but I must ask you to wait a little longer, irl and muse are pains in the behind! But I promise I am trying! Third, I just wrote this poem as a bit of an apology! I’m not sure if this is good enough as a mini-gift, but here you go!

When I am a young child, I meet you Under that shining time that ticks the clock You are waiting for your father, as am I You look so sad, he must be busy

I do not want to see you this sad I see those tears that are close to burst You hold them back, you must be disappointed You must not be this sad, you must be happy

So I aim to show you a miracle By way of a blue rose that appears suddenly That is your sign, my favorite sign for you Your face suddenly lights up in awe, and That, in turn, makes me so happy

I say my name, you say your name Oh, your name is blue, oh so blue I am correct in choosing my flower for you Everything about you is blue, oh so blue

We must be young, but I already hold you Close to my heart, how magical you are I do not realise it just yet, but you are already So precious to me, so very precious

So I aim to protect you, protect that smile We are already close to each other, I am happy We are close, even before we are born I give you that blue flower, and you hold it to your heart Just as you already hold my heart in your heart

Do with it what you will, just hold me close Under that shining blue moonlight And that ticking clock as our witness Our new flowers, our own sign

I know it’s a bit rough, but I hope you like it! —Secret Santa 🎅🏻🎁

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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.