oh shit. D: i want to read more of this. oh also you left the noun off after “foreign”. can’t wait to see more, i’m enjoying your writing style!

Why thankya 😀 I have deleted those paragraphs, but I will pay closer attention to that, aha. I am going to attempt to proofread and have others read these before they are posted, so hopefully I can avoid that problem in the future.

<3 <3 <3 !

fanfic progress (ooc)

I just deleted all of this stuff ughhgjfdkadsa

because phonecalls with heiji are a better way to convey info

Conan waited until the door clicked closed before turning back to the briefcase that had been left behind. Either Hakuba was really upset or he’d meant to leave it behind. Regardless, if he knew that much about the burglaries, there was sure to be some useful information inside. He crept over to it, tested the latches, and frowned to find that it was, in fact, locked.

Had he known then that Hakuba would never be returning for the briefcase, he might not have waited to open it.  Instead of hiding it behind the filing cabinet for later sneaking, Conan might have discovered that Hakuba had been very busy investigating the burglaries and the syndicate involved. He’d also have found the death threat addressed to the foreign that had been delivered to the station earlier that morning.

But he didn’t know. And so, Conan tucked the briefcase away and went about his evening, completely unaware that he was one of the very last people to see Hakuba alive. 

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come.

Clementine von Radics (via desenchantee)

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detectivecatstorm: 六時 oh frick this is good but where did the knife come from Every time I see this image, all that I can think about is just how god damn sexy that holster is. Gin-san, why do you do this to me?