#karatcka

[shinido-blog]

      ‘                   WHAT IN THE  name of coffee is a    Seme and Uke, Ran ?  Sonoko just said    something      about it     but I couldn’t hear more than Kaitou and my name.    Her giggling     afterwards is   worrying me though. . .       ’  @karatcka LIKED FOR A STARTER. 

[tanteiikun-blog1]

∞

Send a symbol for my muse’s reaction to yours…

∞ - Pinning their hands by their head.

“What are you– OOF!”

Okay, that had been unexpected. Shinichi had shown up after Ran’s karate class in an attempt to impart the news that he couldn’t make it to their not-a-date after school the next day, but no sooner had the words ‘About tomorrow, a case came up–’ left his lips than he had been seized by the arm and thrown right over Ran’s shoulder, slammed against the mats and pinned there by his childhood friend, both wrists anchored up by his head in an iron grip. 

Oh, Ran was pissed. Scary, scary, scary pissed. 

“–And I’m not taking it. Obviously.” Shinichi managed, the wind knocked out of him, and very aware of one of Ran’s knees dangerously close to lodging itself where a knee should never go. Accustomed to hostage situations, he flexed his wrists experimentally - no give. Was it only his self-preservation instincts telling him she was gorgeous right now?

“D-Dinner and that movie you liked, right? I’m totally there. I’ll pick you up at seven?” If I live that long.

[maelstromprodigy-a]

"Don't die... Don't die on me. Please..." hAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

Dying rp Starters

「    One of these days, he was going to get himself killed.

Shinichi can faintly hear shouting around him –– the inspector ( ? ) barking orders to quickly catch the shooter and call the ambulance –– though he’s not quite able to determine the exact distance or where it really comes from. The one he can discern is close enough, above him to be precise, a familiar voice he couldn’t ever forget, even if he tries.

      ( The piercing noise of a shot rung loudly in his ears,              his own fearful, desperate cry tearing out as he breaks out into a run –– )

He finds comfort in the arms that cradle his weary form, warmth he’s slowly starting to feel less of as time stretches on, and something suspiciously like drops of water fall on his cheek.

          Ah.

          She’s crying.

Trying his best to withhold his groans, suppressing them, Shinichi pulls on a smile he hopes is at least ‘reassuring’ –– it’s a little too weak, unfortunately, but he always tries to be brave for Ran, the detective not going to stop now, nor ever. “ B-barou… I won’t, die…- ” his teeth grit together when the bullet wound in his abdomen twinges, cutting him off mid-sentence for a moment. “ I… still got something… to tell you. ”

By now, the recognized sound of siren grows larger, his hand reaching up, though struggling, and frames one side of her face, drawing pearls of her tears away with his thumb.

“ Please… don’t cry, Ran… ”

         ‘ I still need to tell you how much you mean to me. ’    」

[tanteiikun-blog1]

❀

Send a symbol for my muse’s reaction to yours…

❀ - Pulling them into a tight embrace whilst crying.

“Ran--”

Shit, she was holding him tightly, but who could blame her? Shinichi had vanished out of the blue and been gone for so long, with only brief and insubstantial visits here and there like a fleeting ghost - of course Ran would cling to him as soon as he came close enough to touch. She was crying too; and oh god, if that didn’t make Shinichi feel like the worst person in the world...

He’d broken out into a sweat around ten minutes prior, but trying to make excuses to leave was when Ran had pounced on him-- and now was when it finally hit. The first heart palpitation shot through Shinichi’s chest like a bullet, tearing through his nervous system; and he slumped against Ran for support, fingers digging into her jacket and head on her shoulder as if he were embracing her in return. 

“Ran--” Mouth dry, he tried again to get her attention, but she wouldn’t let go, still sobbing (and who could blame her, who could blame her?). Cursing under his uneven breath, Shinichi used the short reprieve between the first bolt of pain and the next to reach for his pocket, fishing out Conan’s watch and clicking open the face of it, the tiny sleep-tipped dart inside aimed at the back of Ran’s neck. 

And fire. 

The combined weight was too much as Ran’s knees gave out and they both slid to the floor, Shinichi making sure he took the worst of the impact. Another spasm hit and he all but crushed Ran to him, holding on for dear life as the too-familiar sensation of burning nerves and melting bones swept through him, and she gradually became too large for his arms to encircle any more.

I’ll come home soon, Ran. I promise. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

[krbkt]

(¬‿¬)

Every (¬‿¬) I get my muse will remove a piece of clothing.

“I’m not your boyfriend, Mouri-chan, so I’m going to be flattered and assume that you want to see my body for myself, and not simply because I look like Kudo-tantei.”

Still, she tosses the other KID’s hat at Ran- and to be fair, takes off her tie and sets it neatly on the ground next to her.

hat || KID’s hat || tie || shoes || socks || jacket || pants || monocle || shirt || binder/bra || underwear

[blackorgkaito]

karatcka replied to your post “karatcka replied to your post: whiteliesredeyes...”

ily too but let's be real you're the biggest sinner should I look at our roleplays

.

[blackorgkaito]

karatcka replied to your post: whiteliesredeyes replied to your post CRASHES...

SIN SIN SIN SIN SIN

ah yes. there they are. the biggest sinner.