Icons so far!
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“Ran in rilievo”
- Detective Conan -
Sempre dal bimbo a cui faccio da babysitter e sempre con i suoi pennarelli (mezzi scarichi oltretutto). Però questa volta ho deciso di dare un rilievo al mio disegno.
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ranboo fursona art
So, i was drawing R800.2, but it was pissing me off so it is now this guy that I dont know if he has a name
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Hi! I am and I hope you have a great day too!! Thank you for the ask and I’m so sorry that I took so long to answer it ;-;
13. Do they have anyone they can lean on?
Yes her friend sometimes. Though they are not very reliable or not available most of the time.
58. How would they come across to other characters? Examples- messy, lazy, childish, caring ect
On first expression maybe angry or intimidating? She does look kind of angry most of the time. Over time as caring and hardworking though.
66. What is their pet peeve(s)?
People walking slow on the sidewalks, especially if they’re not old. She doesn’t want to spend all day walking behind them, sometimes it even makes her angry.
93. How do they deal with stress?
Usually well but if it is too much she will be alone listening to music till she feels better or lie in her nest she build
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ahh thanks so much <3
3. How do they dress?
She just puts on whatever she thinks is sexy. After becoming gyaru she tended to gravitate towards tsuyome substyle though. Clothes do push down her ears and get stuck on her tail tough so it’s a mess to dress every morning and sometimes a bit painful.
17. Do they get along with others?
With the right people, yes! She comes off a bit intimidating when first meeting though and can be quite headstrong so she needs someone who matches her or can deal with it to get along. It’s the reason she has almost no friends.
25. If they were given the task to prank someone, who would it be, what would they do, and would the prank work?
She isn’t very good at pranks so it would be her one friend with a lyric prank over texts. It wouldn’t work because they listen to almost the same music
33. Do they have any special powers?
She’s faster than others but only in short time frames, so not really I guess?
51. Do they like science?
She was really into science as a child but stopped being very interested as she got older.
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Sanctuary
Part 3
[[MORE]]Roppongi at night wasn’t a playground; it was a kingdom. And in this kingdom, the laws weren’t written in books—they were etched in bruises and broken teeth.
Ran Haitani didn’t forget faces. He particularly didn’t forget the face of the boy who had reached out his hand toward the “Ghost” in the alleyway. To Ran, Mihoko was a fragile piece of silence in a world that never stopped screaming. Seeing those thugs try to lay a hand on her felt like someone trying to smudge a masterpiece with greasy fingers.
It wasn’t just about protection. It was about authority.
The three boys from the rival gang—small-time hitters from a crew that called themselves the Iron Dogs—were celebrating their “near miss” at a derelict arcade on the edge of the district. They were loud, boasting about how they’d “almost” had the girl and how the great Ran Haitani hadn’t even touched them.
They didn’t hear the roar of the engines until it was too late.
The front glass of the arcade didn’t just break; it shattered under the force of a heavy motorcycle boot. Rindou Haitani stepped through the shards, his blue-and-gold hair glowing under the flickering neon. He was cracking his knuckles, a jagged, manic grin spreading across his face.
“Found them,” Rindou chirped, tilting his head back to look at his brother.
Ran stepped in behind him, moving with the slow, terrifying grace of a predator who knew the exit was blocked. He wasn’t carrying his baton yet. He was just wearing his school blazer, draped over his shoulders like a cape.
“You three,” Ran said, his voice smooth as silk and twice as cold. “You have something that doesn’t belong to you.”
“W-what? We didn’t take anything!” the leader stammered, backing into a Street Fighter cabinet.
“You mess with me,” Ran replied. “And you tried to touch something that I’ve spent two years watching over. That’s an expensive mistake.”
What followed wasn’t a fight. It was a demolition.
Rindou moved first. He was a blur of calculated violence, diving low to catch the leader in a gruesome joint lock. The sound of a shoulder popping out of its socket echoed through the empty arcade, followed by a scream that was cut short when Rindou slammed the boy’s head into the metal casing of the game machine.
“Too loud,” Rindou whispered, his eyes wide and sparking with adrenaline. “My brother likes it quiet, remember?”
Meanwhile, Ran dealt with the other two. He didn’t use flashy moves. He used efficiency. He caught a punch from the second boy as if it were a slow-motion toy, twisting the wrist until the bones grated against each other. With a lazy flick of his leg, he delivered a kick to the boy’s ribs that sounded like dry wood snapping.
The third boy tried to run for the back exit. Ran didn’t even chase him. He simply reached into his pocket, pulled out his telescopic baton, and flicked it open with a sharp clack.
He threw it.
The heavy metal rod spun through the air, striking the boy square in the back of the knee. The boy collapsed with a howl, clutching his leg. Ran walked over slowly, his footsteps heavy and rhythmic on the linoleum floor.
He stood over the boy, his shadow swallowing him whole.
“She didn’t scream when you cornered her,” Ran mused, tapping the baton against his palm. “She had a backbone. She was brave. You? You’re just a loud-mouthed insect.”
Ran knelt down, grabbing the boy by his hair and forcing him to look at the wreckage of his friends. Rindou was currently “experimenting” with how far a human finger could bend backward.
“If I see you within a mile of her again,” Ran whispered, his violet eyes devoid of any warmth, “I won’t just break your bones. I’ll make sure you never walk, talk, or breathe in Roppongi again. Do you understand?”
The boy could only nod frantically, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Ten minutes later, the brothers stepped back out into the cool night air. Ran wiped a small smear of blood off his cheek with a silk handkerchief, his expression returning to that of a bored, aristocratic student.
“You’re awfully protective of that transferee, Ran,” Rindou said, leaning against his bike and lighting a cigarette. “She’s just a girl. A quiet one, sure, but just a girl.”
Ran looked up at the moon, his mind drifting to the rooftop—to the girl who sat by the ventilation duct, reading her books and minding her own business. She was the only thing in his life that didn’t require him to be a monster.
Ran did not answer. Just response with a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. He does not know either why.
He climbed onto his bike, the engine growling to life.
“Let’s go. I have a feeling she’ll be on the roof tomorrow. I wouldn’t want to be late for my nap.”
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they kiss me thinks.. idc that they are the same person theyll find a way.. also the list of ransonas they just mentioned yeah everyone kissing on the mouth too
