#sweetsdetective

[godly-justice]

Ooc;; btw I did a collab with @sweetsdetective aka @pure-little-lamb a while ago. Here's our little video <3

[palasanaigne]

@ask-the-sweets-detective​

Sherlock peered down from the fire escape, looking upon the crime scene below him. A dead body. A lot of blood. it indicated that it was a mindless, emotional attack. Could have been a friend, but there was an element of coolness and detachment between the murderer and the victim. Tilting his head, he smiled a little, before the smile suddenly dropped. He was spotted.

“Oi, you! get down from there! You shouldn't be here!”

He groaned, and leaned back. This always happened. He had hoped the population of Winchester would have been a bit more lenient. Obviously not. But then, maybe they would listen to him.

He climbed down, and landed with an oof at the bottom. Before they could do anything, though, Sherlock motioned to the body. “If you listen to me, I have some deductions that may be able to help you in this investigati--”

“This ain’t no place for a kid. Shoo!”

They never listened. Sherlock was already irritated. “The killer is probably a stranger. There’s emotion here but not for the victim-- they didn’t know each oth-”

“i said get out, kid! We’re busy!”

“...” Sherlock stared at the man, before tightening his fists, and looked at the body again. “I won’t give up.” He muttered, looking back to the man, before stepping back and moving out of the alley. Or so they saw. He stopped as soon as he turned the corner, waited for a minute, before peering back in.

“A sense of detachment. The killer is a male who is going through intense emotional stress - enough to lash out and commit a crime against another person who just happened to cross his path.” He winced and tilted his head to the side. “What else... there’s something missing.”

[crimson-warrior]

Hey loser

(( Yeeeeee~

[godly-justice]

Tfw friend angsts so hard it leaves you actually sobbing.

[notagirl-notarobot-blog]

(I WAS DRESSED AS L

AND I DID BAD APPLE IN VOCALOID PANEL

AND LIKE

I GOT CALLED AN HONORARY VOCALOID OR HOWEVER IT’S SPELLED BY A GAKUPO

AND THE ROOM WAS LIKE “L is best Vocaloid” AND I’M LIKE “Eruloid.”)

[godly-justice]

I feel sorry for anyone who has to be a butler to an annoying little shit who makes them do everything now. 

[deductivexcreativity]

A Fragile Soul Caught in the Hands of Fate // OPEN RP

     Humans are such… fragile creatures. That much cannot be denied. The slightest hardship can send most people into spiraling depression beyond belief. Some, like Evelyn, was little phased by these occurrences.

     That being said, things become exceptionally worse once actual traumatic experiences occur: In this case, the death of young Evelyn Holland’s parents.

     It had happened all so suddenly. First, Kira had killed off her fbi agent father… and then, toward the end of her exchange program, he killed her mother- a simple lawyer caught in a courtroom scandal.

     Evelyn had been hiding out for some time now- if she was correct, her exchange student program ended two weeks ago- and the brunette had nowhere to go. No one to turn to.

     “Someone… anyone…” but she knew she was pleading to an empty, abandoned room.

     Evelyn wanted to find Kira. She wanted him to be executed.

     She wanted vengeance.

     However… in light of the situation around her, vengeance seemed a far-fetched goal. For now, she would just have to settle with sitting in an abandoned building, thinking. 

     Her head shot up at the sound of movement amidst the rubble. “Is... is anyone there?” The brunette murmured quietly. Her emerald hue eyes scanned the area around her. Could it have just been an animal? Maybe a rat? No... there was someone here: she was sure of it. 

     “Show yourself.” It was not a question, but a command. 

[expert-de-couteau]

Breaking Point // @ask-the-sweets-detective

     There was a code Kali lived by when making any of her killings- her personal emotions would never, ever interfere with whom she killed. 

      - this time, however, was an exception... and perhaps that’s why she was so brutal and careless about it. 

     Kali’s heart raced, the adrenaline and excitement of murder coursing through her entire being as she gave way to her more chaotic side. The assassin, however emotional about this particular kill, had been smart about this though. She was in a dark alley- specifically one where a gang frequented until recently (therefore, the death would probably be considered gang violence)- and Kali didn’t leave so much as a fingerprint to serve as evidence. 

     However, in her fury, the assassin didn’t realize she was being watched. 

     Kali breathed a few heavy breaths, a silent chuckle escaping her as she calmed down. 

“I’m sorry... ya knew too much... you were one of them...”, she murmured, although her face showed a devilish grin rather than any signs of remorse.