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[sauk]

ShinRan Week 🌸 Day 4 - AU

[onereadthroughprevails-blog]

Conan brings this up later but does anyone have any idea why Conan’s tranquilizer dart didn’t knock Gin out?

And why Gin proceeded to SHOOT HIMSELF IN THE ARM? Because I am confusion.

It is pretty metal though, but it just confuses the hell out of me. Even when I read it for the first time I was like, “Sir? Are you okay?”

(On second thought maybe he was just in a rage because he was interrupted with Sherry and that’s why he did it.)

[sirarthurcrux]

don’t mind me just merging my 2 hyperfixations :D

[yoyster]

umm more detco roblox doodles i guess 🥴

these are a collaborative effort btw we switched drawings every like,, 60 seconds

nobody will ever understand how happy these make me so i'm immortalising them here

[andie-aka-kale]

Im about to really get into it about the Detco remaster

So it may just be me being autistic but I do not like it. And i havent found anyone else that seems to agree with me. Now do not get me wrong. Im happy a remaster came out. I want Detective Conan to reach more audiences and having dubs and newer versions of older episodes makes it easier for people to get into it and see it. It makes it more accessible. So I have no issues with the fact that it exists. Im just not a fan of how they went about it. However, even though I dont like it, I am glad we have it. Now lets get into it.

The voices are okay but I definitely prefer the older ones.

The script is the main issue I have. Especially what they did with Megure taking away his euphemisms and Agasa's German accent. We're not even gonna talk about the horrific way they try to pronounce the Japanese names. . . I love that they didnt englisize it. Cause while im used to their English names and their Japanese names. Their actual names ARE the Japanese ones. So its nice that theyre using them in the dub. I know it was more common back when the first episode came out to use English names so it was "easier". But everytime I heard them say the name "Shinichi" I felt like I was physically recoiling. You would think they'd know how to properly pronounce the names before putting it out considering its a whole ass company doing this and not a fan dub or something.

They clearly cleaned up the animation, but some things are way too saturated and shinichi's skin is too red. Its very obvious when hes next to Ran, i do like that they made sure to keep their proper skin tones because everyone does have a different skin tone but for some reason Shinichi was practically glowing pinkish red. I know this is personal preference and its nice and good to have it all cleaned up. Though I prefer the older art style now as ive been a fan for so long. When I first started I wasnt big on the beginning art style but I like it a lot now. But the saturated colors are done way too brightly. And that isnt really a personal opinion thats just fact to me. They're the wrong shades of what they were before and it bothers me. Usually its fine if its not exact but this is blaringly different.

Conan you can tell is voiced by a girl which in the original i never did until I looked it up. He sounded more like a kid and he sounded really natural and it fit in well. His voice doesnt match his body and they made Megure sound way too formal

It feels like they took the personality out of it!!

Megure has always had that old timey detective vibe and his euphemism reflect that and his voice is gruffer

"theres [name] and [name], friends of the stiff"

". . . then we got mr. no-head sweetheart here"

". . . with guests dressed pretty. but you got a guy who went cold turkey on your plush carpet"

Agasa I just personally like the german accent but even then he sounded more natural. Though I will admit it was a bit hard to understand him at times it really leaned in to that eccentric scientist role to me.

A lot of them sound really formal and less fluid and natural sounding. It kind of takes me out of it

And they even took out lines that were in it

I just watched the first two episodes of the remaster and did you notice they took out "i was going to take my life too with my mothers pills" from the girl who killed her ex in episode 1? I feel like thats kind of important

Some of the way Shinichi and Ran say things make it so the message comes across a different way too that isnt right. One that really bothered me was

(new line) "wouldnt you rather just pick a favorite?" vs. (old line) "wouldnt you rather have one real girlfriend?"

I just think its really odd to use the word "favorite" in that context. And of course thats not the only times that they changed the words that made it come across differently but its the one that I keep thinking about.

Also rip to the line "Sure ill just throw him out the window in the middle of the high way"

Ran: "Jimmy's a good detective"

Kogoro: "you used to say that about me"

Kogoro: "SURE. ABANDON ME"

^ all taken out

Im sorry I think its the script that bothers me the most. Ive watched it so much that the lines play through my head when I watched it and when they didnt mean the same thing or had missing information it just really irked me.

The voices are mainly fine like im sure ill get used to them eventually.

Ayumi sounds perfect and Genta and Mitsuhiko dont sound bad either. If not for how formal Megure sounds I like his too

But i also noticed that they specifically pointed things out to the audience in the script more. Instead of having Conan go through his thought process and showing us the clues and such, they actually spelled it out for us by having him think it. It feels kind of sanitized in that way. Like they're holding our hand guiding us through it.

very happy that silly censorship is still there however for the first episode lmao.

Anyway thats all for now. Im sure ill definitely have more to say cause I could talk about Detective Conan for hours on end. But these are my initial thoughts. And again, while im not a fan of the remaster. I am glad it exists and I hope it brings a new influx of fans. Detective Conan is something very near and dear to my heart

[lagatakafka]

Chianti&Korn POV story (from MeitanteiConan)

FIRST ACT – NOISE   I.The Exact Hour

[Interior – Small apartment, Tokyo – Dawn]

06:00am

Korn opens his eyes. Not because any alarm rings, but because that’s simply how his body works.

He had spent years waking up at the exact same time, without a second of deviation.

A moment later, the familiar beep of his old plastic Casio watch sounded. He didn’t turn it off. He let it beep. As always.

For a few seconds he remained still, listening to the silence. Then he sat on the bed and placed his feet on the floor: left first, then right. As always.

06:04am

Korn begins his routine: fifty push-ups, fifty sit-ups, fifty squats. The same repetitions. Every single day. The body reacts automatically; the mind, not so much.

06:22am

Korn looks at himself in the bathroom mirror. He shaves with an old but sharp blade. Every stroke is symmetrical, deliberate, silent. Always in the same order: cheek, chin, neck. Never the other way around. He tried it once. And he bled. He likes the feel of metal on skin. The cold water. The smell of soap.

06:40am

Korn takes a shower.

The water falls over his body, warm, unrushed. Afterward, he dries himself with a towel, also unrushed. He knows he has plenty of time as long as he sticks to the schedule. The mirror fogs up. He wipes it with an open palm. For a moment, his reflection becomes clear. The exact moment he needs to apply the aftershave he already set out. Then the steam covers him again. He prefers it that way. He returns to his room and gets dressed.

In black. Always in black.

06:55am

Coffee. Cheap coffee. Bad coffee. The kind he likes. Or he is used to.

Strong. No sugar, no milk, no other flavours. Just bitterness.

He reads the newspaper, always on paper. The ritual isn’t about the news, but about the cadence of the pages, the sound they make when they fold, the smell of ink. Sometimes he underlines words or sentences for no reason at all, just to feel he’s still interpreting the world.

07:12am

He goes back to the bathroom, opens the cabinet above the sink, and there it is: his first-aid medical kit.

He checks the bandages, the alcohol, the gauze. Makes sure nothing is expired, or damaged. Or out of place. Not because he expects to use it today, but because he never knows when he might need it.

The Casio watch blinks on his wrist.

07:30am

He steps out onto the balcony. Looks at the city. Watches the smoke from the chimneys rise slowly.

It’s cold outside. January. New year, new life. Or so they say. He doesn’t buy it. He only believes in routine. Routine as Anesthesia. He thinks it, without saying it, just as he does every day: “Everything still stands.”

07:45am

He closes the apartment door. The hallway smells of bleach and damp. He walks down the three flights of stairs to the lobby and steps outside.

The street is already boiling with noise: trains rattling in the distance, the hum of electric cables, the first neon signs flickering awake on office buildings. And people —everywhere— filling sidewalks and crossings.

Korn walks with his hands in his pockets and dark glasses on. Sometimes, if he pays attention, he notices people stepping aside before meeting his gaze. He isn’t sure if it’s respect or instinct. He only knows he’d probably do the same.

His car waits for him across the street: an old diesel Jeep, the kind you hardly see in the city anymore; too big for everyday life. The body carries dents from older years. The paint, a dull dark grey, is peeling at the edges. Inside, is smells as oil, tobacco, and worn leather.

And yet the engine always starts on the first try. Korn never thought about replacing it. He doesn’t like change. As long as it works, he’ll keep it. And, in some way, the car seems to know:

It isn’t pretty, but it’s loyal. Noisy, but steady. Like him —an old mechanism that keeps doing its job without asking for anything in return. Only to stay in shape and be ready for whatever comes.

Like his body. Like his first aid kit. Like Korn.

He stubs out his cigarette, climbs into the driver’s seat, shuts the door, fastens the belt, and turns the key. The deep rumble of the diesel engine fills the air like an old animal waking from hibernation.

He shifts into gear and joins the traffic.

08:20am

He reaches the industrial district on the outskirts of Tokyo. A maze of rusted warehouses, parked trucks, and lots that were half-abandoned, half-for-sale, surrounds him.

In one of those warehouses —no sign, no windows, no neon arrows pointing anywhere — lies the secondary base. One of the Organization’s many secondary bases.

Korn had been working with them for years. Or for them. Over time, the difference had stopped mattering.

Orders arrived by regular mail. Payments came in cash. No signatures. No names.

Still, he liked to drop by every now and then. It was always good to remind them he existed. To let them know he was still around.

Even if his work was almost always in the rear, and not on the front line.

08:30am

He adjusted his glasses. Stepped into the warehouse. The door creaked before closing behind him.

Inside, the air was cold and dusty.

The industrial space was cluttered with useless junk covered in tarps, rusted crates, a lathe that had been dead for years. No one walking in would imagine what lay beneath their feet. That was the point.

Korn walked toward one side, slipping between two crooked shelves. He glanced both ways, though he already knew no one was there. He opened the floor hatch and descended the metal stairs.

His footsteps echoed through the underground tunnel — a long, silent cylinder of concrete. At the end, a perfectly ordinary elevator waited, with no unnecessary buttons. Just one.

Korn pressed –8.

The elevator began its descent with a soft hum. For a few seconds, he felt the vibration running through his bones. He checked his watch.

08:38.

Right on time.

He might have smiled, if he remembered how. But he didn’t even try.

When the doors opened, it wasn’t onto a narrow corridor, but onto a long, white, polished hallway lit by recessed LED strips.

Korn walked forward, unhurried. He didn’t like rushing. Experience had taught him that rushing is what gets people killed.

At the corner, the hallway opened into a massive underground garage — as big as a department-store parking lot.

Rows of vehicles — SUVs, vans, motorcycles, even sports cars — waited patiently to be chosen.

A mechanic, lying under a chassis, cursed something under his breath while a coworker handed him a tool. A group of three employees crossed the space carrying labeled crates; another group climbed into a van, sliding the door shut with a metallic thud before driving off. In one corner, a woman with a ponytail picked up cigarette butts and mopped the floor while humming to herself.

Everyone wore black. No one looked up. No one made more noise than necessary.

No one would guess all of this existed beneath an abandoned warehouse.

Korn crossed the garage with steady steps, greeting no one. Discrete cameras tracked his movement; he didn’t need to look at them to know.

At the far end, an automatic door slid open without a sound.

The next room resembled a minimalist corporate reception area: metal counter, inactive screens, a table with three chairs that no one ever used. A faint smell of coffee and air freshener lingered in the air.

There, leaning against the counter, a woman waited for him with a folder in hand.

—You’re on time — she said.

Korn didn’t reply. Punctuality wasn’t a virtue — it was simply his nature.

She opened the folder.

—New orders — she announced.

A pause.

—A new assignment.

The Casio on his wrist flickered. Korn lifted his gaze.

He was ready.

As always.

[rakenart23]

Day 25/30 - One Truth prevails! (Detective Conan)

[chrissylovestories]

I totally forgot to post about this thing I posted today on YouTube for Shinichi/Jimmy’s birthday!!!

Happy Birthday, Detective! <3