Random panels from Detective Conan, accompanied by my brainthoughts on the series. Spoilers and inconsistent tagging ahoy. Please let me know if you need anything in particular tagged.
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I mean I never actually left I've just been doing other stuff and haven't kept up with DCMK for years. I keep meaning to catch up, but haven't gotten to it yet. I can't deny that the upcoming film threatening the fandom like this compels me, though
For those of you not in the Detective Conan fandom right now, there is something (potentially) very funny going on right now.
So this April, the 27th Detective Conan movie , titled The Million Dollar Pentagram, is scheduled to hit Japanese theaters. It's a KID movie, meaning it's going to feature the character Kaitou KID.
And Kaitou KID looks extremely similar to Detective Conan protagonist Shinichi Kudou.
(Here's Shinichi and Kaito Kuroba/Kaitou KID in his civilian appearance for visual comparison.)
Now, shippers gonna ship and a little facial similarity has not stopped Kaishin shippers from sailing their ship. In fact, Kaishin is easily one of the biggest, if not The Biggest, ship in the fandom. And for good reason, considering it's a detective/thief pairing featuring two pretty boys.
Even the two having similar facial features has long been passed off as the series creator Gosho Aoyama suffering from same face syndrome. The manga is thirty years old this year, what's a little same face syndrome? Yes, Gosho likes revealing surprise relations on occasion, including between Known Canon Tragic Couple Shuuichi Akai and Akemi Miyano (it turned out that Shuuichi and Akemi were cousins, but it doesn't matter since they likely didn't know they were cousins, they broke up, and Akemi is dead anyway), but surely that doesn't apply here!
That said, the series has long made a point of how Shinichi and Kaito look the same, mostly by having Kaito repeatedly disguise perfectly as Shinichi with no prep or otherwise get mistaken for Shinichi.
So. We have a thirty year old fandom, the most popular ship in the fandom, and-
-Enter The Million Dollar Pentagram with a (potential) steel chair.
Interviews with movie staff have teased that this movie will reveal why Shinichi and Kaito look the same. Needless to say, the fandom has been wondering if Shinichi and Kaito are in fact cousins, which in turn has led to open wondering if This Is It for Kaishin.
My personal take is that a potential cousins reveal would be extremely funny, especially since I've never really been a Kaishin shipper myself, but well.
We'll see what happens when this movie releases in April.
Okay, a dig through my own blog says that the last chapter I read was 1021... and that was like four years ago :v Where are the good scanlations at these days?
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It’s been a minute since I wrote any DCMK, but I owed the delightful @mirrorfalls a gift and it got a lil spooky! Both in the fun way and the genuinely emotionally unsettling way.
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I am basically never on tumblr now, and I’m sorry about that, but I do want you all to know that I’m fixing up, reposting and actually FINISHING the Spirit Detective AU on AO3! Happy Halloween!
But I haven’t posted any female-presenting nipples!
For real, though, I have decided to check out pillowfort since it’s looking pretty solid. Maybe I’ll finally learn to tweet, idk. If you really wanna know if I’m alive or dead, you can always check my AO3 profile to see how I’m doing; I’ll probably share any further profiles I make for fannish engagement purposes there.
I'm setting up a generalized mainblog on Pillowfort under Chuthulhu, if I get some sideblogs and port this one over I'll let folks know. I mean, I'll probably keep posting here until tumblr murders me with some fishing line and a packet of 7-11 soba noodles, but since this isn't a Nazi blog it could get randomly deleted at any time
ranichi17 replied to your post “Where are you moving after the purge?”
upload the spirit detective fic to ao3 before tungle comes for it i beg
Don’t worry, it’s all safe in a doc where I’m trying to clean up and expand and maybe hopefully at some point finish it, I never post ANYTHING exclusively to one website because I’ve seen past purges wipe people’s entire body of work and I trust no bitch
But I haven’t posted any female-presenting nipples!
For real, though, I have decided to check out pillowfort since it’s looking pretty solid. Maybe I’ll finally learn to tweet, idk. If you really wanna know if I’m alive or dead, you can always check my AO3 profile to see how I’m doing; I’ll probably share any further profiles I make for fannish engagement purposes there.
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Desperation. Or maybe it had been frustration. Shinichi couldn’t remember, now what it was that he’d felt at that moment in the murdered diplomat’s mansion that had pushed him back into the physical realm, however briefly. He couldn’t say what he’d been feeling then that he hadn’t felt at other times.
Whatever it was, he hoped Akemi kept feeling it long enough to hold herself up, braced in the crumbling chimney by the blades of her shoulders and shoes, Conan clutched to her stomach with his hands clasped over his mouth to stifle any frightened noise before Gin or Vodka could hear it.
“What the hell was so interesting he couldn’t just leave?” Vodka grumbled, poking around the boxes of bottles.
“He said he’d left something here for us,” Gin said, picking up the phone that had been left behind. “Even he can’t be arrogant enough to expect us come all the way out here just to dispose of his evidence...”
“Oh, shit,” Shinichi muttered, watching Gin approach the fireplace, but his head was spinning too much to think of what to do. His head was agonizing and blood was dripping in his eyes and his guts were burning...
“Come on,” Gin said, turning and striding out of the room. “There’s one more place we can look.” Vodka hurried after him, slamming the door behind him.
“They’re both gone, and they shot out the lock,” Shinichi reported, flying in. “We can get out that way...”
“With Gin, Vodka and Pisco all crawling around the hotel? No thanks,” Akemi panted, starting to climb. “There’ll be fire escapes from the roof...”
“Shinichi-niichan, can you follow them?” Conan whispered, clinging tight to Akemi as she pulled them both up the chimney shaft. “Gin and Vodka. Where are they going?”
“I’ll find out,” Shinichi promised, following after the two distinctive assassins as fast as he could, drawn as much by the rising feeling of burning pain whenever he was near Gin as any logical analysis of the hotel layout. He hoped, more than anything, that they weren’t going to the roof.
They went onto the roof.
“Akemi-san! Conan!” he yelled, going for the chimney shaft. “Go back down! THEY’RE ON THE ROOF!”
He didn’t see what the reaction was, exactly, keeping his eyes on Gin and Vodka and constantly wiping blood out of them, but he heard the frightened gasp in the chimney followed by the briefest cry. He only got the briefest glimpse of Gin with a victorious smirk on his face before diving down the chimney to where Akemi lay in a crumpled heap at the bottom, Conan still clutched to her stomach. As he watched, Akemi’s body evaporated, leaving Conan lying on the ground, shivering.
“That’s what happened when you vanished,” Conan whispered. “I think she’s still here, just, she’s weak is all...”
“Is she, now? How fascinating.”
“Oh, come on,” Shinichi groaned as Conan looked up into the barrel of Pisco’s gun.
“Seems like there’s more to you than I thought, boy,” Pisco said, rolling a lit cigar in his mouth as he talked. “Eh, Vermouth?”
“More than you can imagine, Pisco,” Chris Vineyard said, shooting him in the head.
“What the--what the hell are you doing?!” Pisco yelled as his body dropped to the floor.
“Is he there?” Vineyard--Vermouth--asked, looking at Conan. The boy nodded, speechless. “Well, if you’re wondering why, it came from the top, Pisco. You’ve been getting too desperate. I can’t blame you, at your age. Promises were made and you’ve been waiting a long, long time for them to be kept. You expected too much good faith from bad people.” She narrowed her eyes on Conan. “And you saw things you shouldn’t have.”
“She knows about you,” Shinichi realized. “Can she see--?”
“No, she can’t,” Conan whispered. “What are you going to do to me...?”
“Get behind that shelf,” Vermouth ordered, gesturing with her gun. “Now, little one.”
“What the hell are you talking about?!” Pisco yelled angrily, getting right into Vermouth’s face. The back of his head was a ghastly mess from the exit wund.
“She can’t hear you, and I wish I couldn’t either,” Shinichi said darkly, raising a hand as blood began dripping down his face again. “Shit, Gin’s coming! Get behind the shelf!”
Conan nodded, running behind the shelf and out of sight mere seconds ahead of Gin climbing out of the chimney. “Vermouth,” he said curtly, looking from the woman who was calmly lighting a cigarette to the body on the floor. “I see. He said he found something interesting here. What was it?”
“Who knows? I shot first,” Vermouth said calmly, opening something on her phone. “This photograph of a couple of the celebs at the party snuggling in the dark and the article about it have gone viral. It won’t be long until the police notice him in it, raising his gun.” She knelt down, wiping her gun down with a hankerchief and putting it in Pisco’s corpse’s hand. “I shot him at short range and in the temple. Leave him here as a suicide and we’re safe.”
“Better burn the place to be sure,” Gin said, knocking down one of the boxes of vodka. The bottles smashed high-proof alcohol all across the floor, some of it pooling close to Pisco’s still-burning cigar. “Weren’t you being interrogated?”
“They were looking for somebody who’d lost a purple handkerchief, and I slipped him mine after my interview,” Vermouth said with a shrug, plucking Pisco’s cigar from his lips. “We’re free to go. I pretended to call my car. Give a girl a ride?” she said, smiling flirtatiously at Gin as she held out the cigar.
“They’re goddamn suiciding me,” Pisco laughed hollowly. “After all I did for those self-serving, traitorous--”
“I’m sorry, who did you think you were working for?” Shinichi growled, trying not to groan at the burning pain that seemed to eat him more every second he was near Gin.
“Drop that and move,” Gin said, brushing past Vermouth. “No more wasting time.”
“You’re no fun,” Vermouth pouted, dropping the cigar into the vodka, which went up in a flash. She sauntered out after Gin without looking back.
“Conan, let’s go,” Shinichi hissed, sticking his head out of the doorway. “They’re already gone, they want out of here before anybody notices the fire!”
“You should follow them,” Conan said quietly, peering anxiously out of the door. Shinichi looked back at Pisco, who was scowling down at his body.
“No,” Shinichi said, taking a deep breath as the burning faded. “I’m going to take you home. After all that, I’m not making you go home alone.”
Besides, he thought, checking ahead as he lead the shaken child down the halls, as soon as you stop looking so damn terrified, I want to know what the hell happened in there...
Since Conan is an original character apart from Shinichi in your spirit detective au now, dare I hope for a smol Haibara apart from Shiho showing up to hide from the BO and mix chemicals and bond with professor Agasa? Because that would be amazing.
No plans for Ai at present, but that doesn’t mean never ever~
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“Gin and Vodka are coming now!” Shinichi shouted urgently, heading back into the wine cellar as fast as he could. Thankfully, Conan was conscious, though kneeling on the floor with his arms wrapped around himself and Akemi crouched over him. She looked up with a startled expression. “Akemi-san, did you find a way out? We have to go now! I think they’re tracking Pisco’s phone!”
“I... no, we haven’t found a way out yet,” Akemi said, shaking her head as if disoriented. “We... never mind. Later. This isn’t a true wine cellar, it’s not fully sealed, but the air vents are too small, even for Conan-kun. The door’s too strong to break down, not with a child’s strength.”
“There’s the chimney,” Conan said, scrambling to his feet and peering up the empty fireplace.
“That’s way too wide for you to climb,” Shinichi said, going up and down the height of the chimney, “but it’s clear. If there was a way to...”
“It’s kinda crumbly, so maybe...” Conan mumbled, feeling at the brickwork with his fingers until he found something he could grip onto, then kicking his toes into the crumbling mortar as high as he could reach with his toes to create toeholds.
“Conan, be careful, Shinichi hissed, his heart in his throat as he watched the kid slowly start scaling the chimney. “Just get up out of sight, you don’t have to go any higher...”
“Gin killed both of you,” Conan grunted. “I wanna get far away from him and outta this hotel...”
“Which is fair, but--Conan!” Shinich cried as one of the boy’s feet slipped, though he managed to recover. “You are gonna kill me again with this stunt...”
“I hate this,” Akemi muttered, hovering close to Conan with her hands out, clearly aching to be able to physically support him. “I hate every single thing about this. I hate this so much...”
If only I could remember how the hell I managed to go physical before...” Shinichi thought frantically, flying back out into the hall to check and then heading back into the chimney with blood trickling down his face. “They’re here! They’re in the hallway! Conan, please just hang on where you are, they won’t be able to see you--”
There was a crash from inside of the room, and with a gasp, Conan slipped.
“NO!” Akemi yelled, reaching out and--
Grabbing him. Her back slammed against the wall, the sharp edges of her heels dragging against the opposite side until they caught.
Just inches above the mantle, out of sight, Miyano Akemi held herself in place, trembling in shock, Conan clutched tight in her arms as Gin and Vodka walked through the door they’d shot open.
Following Pisco was easy, as painful as it was to not be able to stop him as he slipped out of the escaping crowd and down into a roped-off, disused wing of the hotel. He moved far swifter than anybody who’d talked to him in the dinner hall would probably expect, his back suddenly straighter, his eyes suddenly sharper. He was able to hold up Conan just fine with one arm while digging in his pocket for the keys to the old wine cellar where he dropped Conan roughly on the floor.
“Conan!” Akemi called, crouching down next to the boy. “There’s no need to throw him around like that!”
Pisco slapped a hand to his pocket as his phone buzzed. Shinichi leaned close in to the old man’s shoulder to see the screen as he unlocked it and checked his messages.
One of the detectives found a loose purple handkerchief. With a burn mark on it. Ditch anything incriminating before they contact you.
~Vermouth
“Vermouth... there’s another one here called Vermouth,” Shinichi said.
Akemi looked up sharply. “Vermouth?” she said. “I’ve heard of them. Never met them... I think. I don’t even know for sure if they’re a man or a woman, but they’re supposed to be the greatest spy in the Organization... and the deadliest. Even more than Gin.”
Shinichi watched as Pisco laid his phone down on the table, checking a second phone in his pocket briefly, then set down a pair of gloves next to it.
“I don’t see what he could have used to drop the chandelier, but he could’ve already handed that off to Vermouth,” Akemi said, watching Pisco leave, locking the door with a click behind himself. “Follow him, Kudo-kun. I’ll keep trying to wake Conan-kun and find a way out of here.”
“I’ll let you know if I spot Vermouth,” Shinichi said, “or Gin and Vodka.”
Pisco was halfway down the hall when he was called on his other phone. “Hello?” he answered, his voice wavery in a way that didn’t remotely match the expression on his face. “Ahhh, officer... may I ask why? ...Well, if you insist, officer, of course I’m happy to assist in any way that I can. As it happens, I’m still in the hotel... oh, just the restroom, officer, a common problem at my age, you know... of course. I’ll be right there.” He hung up the phone, his back starting to hunch a little and his stride slowing as he made his way back into the lobby to meet the police officer waiting for him there.
All the way along, Shinichi had been musing on the burned purple handkerchief. What would burn it? A cigarette lighter, maybe, or a cigarette... that could work, to create a fuse for a trap that would drop the chandelier at a specified time... but they didn’t find anything unusual in the wreckage. What did he have gloves for? And what about them would be suspicious enough to ditch them?
The police had commandeered a conference room on the fourth floor, with several of the party attendees waiting outside. Shinichi recognized a mystery novelist, an actress, a music producer, and several other notable faces. Aren’t they all too high-profile to be in the Organization? Then again, if they know something about disguise...
Pisco nodded to the group waiting outside of the conference room as he approached. Chris Vineyard smoothed her skirt as she stood up. “Here you are, sir,” she said in English, gesturing to her seat to indicating that she was offering it to the elderly man.
“Hmmm, and here I always thought Americans had no manners... thank you, miss,” he said, nodding to her as he sat down. She leaned back against the window next to it, folding her arms as the polite smile faded back into a bored expression, staring at the dark street outside.
Shinichi glanced out for a second, then almost immediately did a double-take.
There was a car out there.
There was a black porsche out there.
Gin and Vodka were standing outside of it, visible from all the way up on the fourth floor.
And Chris Vineyard was looking directly at them, her eyes not vague but focused, narrowing almost imperceptibly as the two crows outside started walking around the Haido City Hotel.
