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reverietruecrime · 2 years

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Pictures for episode 131. . . . #truecrimepictures #crimepictures #crimephoto #crimephotos #crimescene #crimesceneinvestigation #crimereal #crime #truecrime #truecrimepodcast #truecrimepodcasts #crimescenes #oregon #oregoncrime #oregonnews #oregonstate #stateoforegon #truecrimeeverything #truecrimejunkie #truecrimeaddicts #truecrimemurder #homicide #humansacrifice #humansacrifices #dungeonsanddragons #dungeonsanddragonss #tabletoproleplaying #tabletoprpg #tabletoproleplayinggame #ttrpg (at Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CinR_I7O4bp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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checkertrains · 1 month

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Guess who tripped over a metal pole and injured himself n turned the top floor into a crime scene‼️

If you guessed me you’re correct 😍‼️ here’s Adam as a reward

#myart #hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel #adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin art #hazbin adam #first man adam #unrelated #just life #the top floor n the stair really got turned into a crimescene im not kidding #n the pole was rusted too so that’s a bonus point #at least I’m fine now #kinda

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elvislefilm · 1 month

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AU where Hannibal goes to forests to sniff out truffles like a good lil doggie

#he got that damn nose on him #this is crack… unless #meanwhile will is being called to crimescenes #hannibal

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rk707-elle · 6 months

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Eden Club

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shattered-sparks · 1 year

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Finally got down how I want the sillies to glow so have a glow reference!

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Glowy

#POV Bloodmoon is just a walking blacklight of a crimescene #SAMS #TSAMS #colored paw prints #The Sun and Moon Show #SAMS Lunar #SAMS Eclipse #SAMS Sun #SAMS Moon #SAMS Bloodmoon

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yo-yo-yoshiko · 1 year

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So i love Holly/The Halo sosososososo much and people should listen to the Super Suits podcast

Also dont THINK I didnt clock what Harper was humming start of ep3

I’m not quite happy with these designs and its probably not logical but i think it would be conceptually funny if The Halo disguised herself by a way too bright light around her face because she is such a star in my eyes lol!

#super suits #podcast #audio drama #superhero #fan art #look its superhero legal drama i LOVE IT #faustian nonsense #i am grabbing my poster board and my markers and rushing out to the nearest active crimescene to cheer for The Halo lol

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plaintoast · 1 month

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for the music asks: 7 and 24!

7: a song to drive to

hmm i listen to a lot of taylor swift when i'm driving because i mostly listen to cds in the car and god knows i have a zillion taylor swift cds, so anything off lover, 1989, folkmore or evermore is sth i'm likely to listen to while driving. however @lisafremonts ripped me a copy of carly rae jepsen dedicated & dedicated b that has songs from both albums and and has stay away from side b on it twice in a row, which i keep in my car and i love when it comes up. so i'm going to go with that!

24: a song by a band you wish were still together

EMPIRES I DREAM ABOUT YOU EVERY DAY. i miss you. whatever sean van vleet is doing rn is not the same :sob: when i was like 19 i thought i'd hire empires to play at my wedding lmaoooooo pour one out for many parts of that sentences. anyway, voodooized, track of all time.

thank you maddy!!! these were fun!

music asks

#crimescene

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bewitched-forest · 1 year

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Formula for a Crime Scene - Ch 1

Circumstances leave Artemis Fowl and Danny Fenton living in Gotham to attend Gotham Academy with Damian Wayne. More circumstances lead to the three boys becoming unlikely friends, and eventually something more. Now the three must navigate a world of superheroes, fairies, and ghosts together.

The worldbuilding of this fic was co-written by my friend, @half-dead-ham, and myself! They will be posting their own Crime Scene (The name of the ship as dubbed by another friend, @thetoyboxs) fic that will have similar plotlines, as we made them together! So behave!

[Ao3 Link Here]

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Damian stalks into the school, eyes polished into a glare sharp enough to cut diamonds. Once again, he walks the halls of the insufferable school known as Gotham Academy. Completing his education could surely be done at home, where he can use his free time to help with their true callings.

He scans the rooms, taking account of his fellow students as well as the room numbers. He pushes the door to his first class, World History, stepping inside to take a canvas of the room. There are several fellow students already moving about the room, coalescing into their many social groups to prattle about their summers. In the back corner, he can see a mop of black hair settled onto a pair of arms. Damian raises an eyebrow, walking over.

“Jon?” asks Damian. As the boy raises his head, Damian notices very quickly that this is not his friend.

This boy, despite sharing black and hair and blue eyes with Jon, had more slim features. Jon, like his father, had a more square face where this boy’s was more what would be described as heart-shaped.

“Huh?” mumbles the boy. So he was asleep.

“Nothing. I mistook you for someone else,” Damian says.

“Ah. Cool,” says the boy, dropping his head again.

Damian sits down next to the boy before hearing heaving footfalls, looking forward to notice the teacher. He shifts in his chair, crossing his arms to glare at the balding man. Just because he was a student of this man’s class did not mean he deserved respect. That will be determined through study.

The man glances over everyone, ignoring Damian’s glare before pulling out a folder. He starts prattling, calling the names of everyone in the class.

“Daniel Fenton?” Damian glances over as the boy next to him raises his hand. So, that is his name. Damian will have to remember so as to prevent confusion again.

“Danny, please,” says Fenton, setting his head in his hand to remain upright.

Damian resists a Tt, looking back at the teacher as he continues. Leave it to high schoolers to be completely undisciplined.

“Damian Wayne?”

Damian sits up straighter, boring holes into the teacher. “Present.”

The teacher just looks at him, deadpan, before marking off his name and turning around. Clearly, the man has already heard of Damian. Damian listens as the man goes over his syllabus, squinting at the relevance of some of the topics. At least 2 things could already be considered inaccurate, due to recent discoveries.

He stands up when the bell rings, intending to get to the door. However, he is beaten to it by Fenton, who is out before Damian even gets there. He squints his eyes, looking around the halls. Upon not being able to spot the boy, he tuts and continues on to his next class. The fact that someone was quicker than him to the door bothers him more than Damian would ever admit.

He passes through his annoying day, until lunch time. After getting his lunch, he ducks into the halls in order to consume his meal, and to get away from the insanity of the school lunchroom.

He straightens up when he picks up on someone following him. Turning around, he’s faced with a familiar face.

“Harrison,” Damian sneers.

The boy huffs, readying his fists. “Wayne. I believe I owe you a beating from last year.”

Damian sets his food down on the floor, crossing his arms. “Like you’d even be able to land the punch.”

“I could definitely hit harder than you-” Harrison growls, arm readying for a whirl.

“What’s going on here?” Damian looks over to see a teacher stomping over.

“He’s harassing me,” Damian says, pointing at his opponent.

“You were first!”

“Now boys. You can’t be starting fights in the halls,” says the lady.

“Brown hair started it.”

No, Damian did not flinch. He simply reacted to the sudden addition of another presence. He squinted at the source, raising an eyebrow when he recognized it as Fenton, the sleeping kid from his history class.

“Where did you-?” The reacher goes to ask before sighing. “Are you sure, Danny?”

Fenton nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I’m positive Ms. Bailey. I was walking back to the cafeteria from the bathroom. What’s his face trying to sneak up on…” Fenton takes points at Damian. “Damian, right?”

Damian huffs. “Yes.”

Fenton smiles, turning back to Ms. Bailey. “Yeah. He was trying to sneak up on Damian, but he turned around and then I saw him raise his fist to punch Damian before you walked over.”

Ms. Bailey sighs, rubbing her temple. “Mr. Harrison. Come with me. Mr. Wayne, be aware that you may be called into the office later today so we can get this all sorted. Thank you, Mr. Fenton.”

Fenton smiles, and Damian can’t help but notice the hint of mischief in it. “Of course Ms. Bailey.”

Damian glares at Harrison, noticing Fenton waves out of the corner of his eyes, as the ingrate walks away. Once out of sight, he crosses his arms to glare at Fenton.

Fenton raises an eyebrow with a small smirk. “Hey, that isn’t any way to look at someone who helped you.”

Damian scoffs. “I was capable of handling this myself. I did not require your assistance.”

Fenton just chuckles. “Sure. Whatever you say. See you around, Damian.” The boy waves as he walks off, much to Damian’s chagrin.

“Tt. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” Damian grabs his food, retreating to his back corner to finish lunch before his next classes.

When the bell rings to signal the end of the lunch hour, Damian gets up and heads to his next class. An English class, as if Damian needed it. He walks in, sitting down in the chair closest to the back door. He opts to glare at his desk.

“Damian!” shouts a shrill voice. Damian looks up, squinting when he sees Jon bounding for him.

“Jon,” he says curtly.

Jon pouts. “Come on, Damian! Smile! It's the first day of sophomore year!”

Damian rolls his eyes. “I don’t need to be here.”

Jon sighs, sitting next to Damian. “I mean yeah, sure, you’re super smart and stuff. But it's fun! We get to come here and make friends.”

“I’m just fine without it,” says Damian. And he meant it. He had the Titans, not to mention Jon. Random civilians would just complicate things. And put everyone at risk, seeing that they couldn’t know their identities.

Jon’s face knits together as he thinks before seeming to remember something. “Hey. I heard someone stopped you from getting into a fight with Harrison.”

Damian glares. “I did not need it. He was interfering.”

Jon pouts again. “It’s nice to stop a fight.”

“Tt.” Damian crosses his arms, shifting his gaze to the front of class. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jon go to talk again before the teacher taps his desk with a ruler.

“Alright class. My name is Mr. Johnson, and I’ll be your Honors English Language 10 teacher.”

Damian tuned the man out as he droned on. It's not like he’d have anything useful to Damian anyways. He scans the room, noting the students. One of Harrison’s lackeys is in this class, Damian notes, though he was smartly looking away. Other than Jon, however, there was no one Damian even remotely cared about.

He thinks back to the altercation at lunch. The fact that the other boy, Fenton, managed to sneak up on the both of them was curious. Damian was not one to miss the presence of another, no matter what he was doing. He had noticed Harrison, after all.

Damian would have to keep an eye on Fenton. He wouldn’t allow the boy to ‘help’ him again. He was Robin, heir to Batman. He didn’t need some insignificant child acting like Damian needed any help in a fight.

Damian looks up as the bell sounds, signifying the end of their class. After bidding a goodbye to Jon, he gets up, exiting the room and heading to his final class of the day.

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freehbo · 4 months

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#tcc #Matthew Hoffman #murderer #crimescene #crime scene

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moregraceful · 6 months

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trick or treat!!

MADDY HAPPY HALLOWEEN here is a snippet of a wip in which nick suzuki is haunted by a ghost

“We’re haunted right,” says Cole to Nick, one night as Nick drives him back to his apartment after a game. “Like, that’s the only way this is happening.”

“I think we just suck,” says Nick. He wouldn’t say it to anyone else, but Cole’s been his confidante all season. “Like, we’re just really bad.”

“Ugh,” says Cole. “Well, on the brightside, it can’t last forever.”

Bergevin calls Nick into his office and asks him for his opinion on Ducharme in late January. Nick tries to diplomatically say that Ducharme is handicapping the team. Ducharme is gone a week later.

St. Louis seems like a good guy. He encourages them to play music in the locker room, works with them on ice like a teacher, not an authoritarian, and doesn’t act like he has something to prove. It’s too late to turn the season around, but at least the mood in the locker room has improved by the end of the season when Carey comes back.

They win the draft lottery, small comfort, and the guys start heading home. Close to the end of the season, when Carey starts looking like he might be back soon, Marty calls Nick into his office.

“Nick,” he says. And then he pauses and smiles. “You’ve got good leadership qualities.”

“Thanks,” says Nick. “I don’t do it alone, it’s all of us, you know.”

“You think you could?” Marty asks. He looks directly at Nick. “We need a new captain. What do you think?”

Nick feels beats of cold drip down his back, like someone with cold fingers is walking their hand down his spine.

“Shea recommended you,” says Marty. “Kent and I have been talking a lot about our options, but when we talked to Shea, he was pretty firm about who he’d think would be the best to replace him.”

The cold drips down Nick’s spine, pools at his lower back.

“We’d like you to be the next captain of the Montreal Canadiens,” says Marty gently. “We think you can do it. We think your leadership capabilities far outstrip your age and your maturity is the fit we need to carry this team forward.”

“Um,” says Nick, as the cold feeling pools larger and larger around him. “It’d be an honor. I’d like to think about it more.”

#the fic had like. five billion scenes of tensionless lead up BUT there was some spooky moments #hockey for ts #crimescene #rpf for ts

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loki-is-my-god-of-mischief · 2 years

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Engagement Problems (Sherlock x Male!Reader)

John POV

When I imagined Sherlock proposing to his boyfriend, I didn't imagine him hiding out in the kitchen. Which actually leads us onto this situation right now.

"Why are you hiding in here Sherlock, you should be in the living room asking (Y/N) to marry you."

"It's not that simple John. And besides, I'm not hiding. I'm...doing an experiment."

"Oh yeah, what's the experiment? How long you can hide in the kitchen before (Y/N) gets bored and leaves?"

"Of course not, don't be stupid John."

"Then pray tell, what's your experiment?"

"How long I can stay in the kitchen before I get bored and leave."

"Oh, now your being ridiculous Sherlock. You've faced Moriarty, whilst I was strapped to a bomb might I add, and Magnussen. Yet you can't even ask your boyfriend to marry you, I think not. Now get out there."

"Your right. Thanks John." Sherlock then starts heading toward the living area. I'm quite surprised at how...human Sherlock is being about this. I guess (Y/N) is changing him for the good.

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Sherlock POV

I can't believe I'm about to do this. I'm about to ask my boyfriend to marry me. It's funny how, before I met him I would have said that I'm married to my work but now I want to say I'm married to (Y/N)...What has he done to me. He turns toward me and gives me an adorable smile.

"Hey." He greets. "I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."

"Experiment." I say.

"Ah. Of course." He smirks.

"(Y/N), I have something to ask you."

"Is that what you were staying in the kitchen building up your courage for?...Sorry, I mean experimenting." He says with a laugh, I hear a second laugh coming from the kitchen behind me but choose to ignore it.

"Sort of. I just wanted to know if..." I move in front of his chair and bring out a box, I don't believe in the need of being on one knee so refrain from doing so. "If you would marry me?"

"No." I blink…Did he say...no?

"No?!" I hear John shout behind me.

"Exactly, no." He says looking completely sure of his answer. "Anyway, I should get going. My dog is probably getting hungry. Bye Sherlock, bye John." I barely hear him say goodbye. I've not moved since he gave me his answer. John enters my line of sight looking worried.

"He said no?" I ask to make sure.

"I'm afraid so, not that I understand why."

"Maybe he wants to break up with me and I just made it awkward by proposing." I say feeling numb.

"Look, I'm sure it's not that. He's nuts about you. I'm going over to his flat, I'm going to ask what is going on okay? And calm down."

"Sure." I sit down, only then realising my fast breathing. Panicking. I'm panicking. I've got to calm down. I don't even realise John has left already. "I don't understand, my boyfriend tells me everything, so why not tell me why he said no?" I ask myself.

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Reader POV

I just finished feeding my dog when I hear repetitive banging on my door. I head down to the door and look through the peephole. John? What's he doing here? I open the door and usher him inside.

"Why were you out there, it's freezing." I admonish, leading him to the warm living room.

"Why did you say no. He's back at the flat thinking you want to break up with him, he nearly had a panic attack."

"I don't want to break up with him."

"Then marry him."

"I can't!"

"Why not?"

"I don't want to talk about it." I say in a tone that clearly says, 'drop it or I'll slap you'.

"At least go see him then, like I said, he's panicking." I must admit I'm worried about him. I didn't exactly leave in a nice way.

"Alright, Lock up on your way out please."

"Sure."

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Still Reader POV

I head up to the flat after Mrs Hudson let me in and I kindly refuse her offer for tea. I walk into the room and notice Sherlock breathing quite fast in his chair.

"Sherlock!" I rush over to his side, grabbing his attention, and calm his breathing. "Are you ok?"

"I suppose."

"You suppose?"

"Do you want to break up with me?"

"What? No, why does everyone think I want to break up with you?" I don't so stop asking that. Seriously.

"Then why won't you marry me?!" ok, now I'm annoyed.

"Because it's not real! You've done it before! It was all a plan for your stupid case!"

"But it's not this time, it's real. She didn't mean anything to me, you do." He says with so much sincerity that you just can't doubt him...But I do.

"So, if you had to choose the cases or me, you would pick me?"

"..." Silence. That's all I get. I knew it.

"That's what I thought." I can't take this; I have to leave.

"Yes." I heard behind me.

"What?"

"I'd give them up for you." He...really would as well. I can see it in his eyes. He wasn't messing with me.

"Oh Sherlock, Of course I'll marry you." We embrace and he has a big smile on his face. To be honest I've got a huge grin too. Of course, the moment is ruined by Sherlock's phone going off. I peer at the screen and see it's from Lestrade, he's got a new case. I smile. "Go."

"But you said-"

"I know what I said. I don't want you to give up your cases. I just wanted to know that I mean more you than an interesting case." He smiles tenderly.

"Of course, you do. The cases relieve me of temporary boredom. You keep me entertained just by being in the same room."

"I'm not sure if I should take offence from that."

"Anyway, Case, Come on. The game is on." He shouts before slipping the ring on my finger.

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Extended Ending

(Crime Scene)

"Is that a ring on your finger?" Lestrade asks me as soon as he sees me whilst John and Sherlock head over to the body.

"Yep. Sherlock proposed."

"Finally. You have to tell me how he did it. Was the ring in his favourite skull instead of a box, or was it on a finger already?"

"I know he does weird experiments but if my ring was ever on somebody else’s finger then there will be hell to pay.

#sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #male reader #male!reader #proposal #john Watson #greg Lestrade #crimescene

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foreverknightalways · 5 months

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Nick says, Two in the chest and one in the head. Large caliber, hollow point, judging by the exit wounds. Daryl says, Whoa, two car garage. Natalie says, Huh, in like sports car, out like a semi. Nick asks, Leave any casings?