mystery eve

She Should Be
  • **221B Baker Street. Sherlock and Archie are sitting on the couch, with his laptop on the coffee table in front of them. Rosie is dozing in her Moses basket next to Sherlock.**
  • Archie: *browses through crime scene photos* Is Dr Hooper coming over?
  • Sherlock: *on his phone* Yes. *glances at Archie with a smile* Molly's promised to bring a heart after work. We're experimenting on it once your parents pick you up.
  • Archie: *nods* My mum watches this show called 'Murdoch Mysteries'. It's about Detective Murdoch, who's like you if you were a Canadian copper in the old-timey era.
  • Sherlock: What kind of 'old-timey' era? Regency? Victorian? Edwardian?
  • Archie: Victorian, I think.
  • Sherlock: *types on his phone* What about this Murdoch character?
  • Archie: He uses new, scientific methods to solve murders, just like on 'CSI'. But his methods are only called that cos they're in the Victorian era and his boss prefers old-school ways of solving murders.
  • Sherlock: *puts his phone down next to his laptop* What does that have to do with Molly coming over later?
  • Archie: Detective Murdoch has a girlfriend. She looks at the corpses at crime scenes and works on them at the morgue to find out what killed them and stuff. They get along great as friends. She supports him all the time, and he trusts her skills and knowledge. She helps him out a lot too. Dr Ogden's like Dr Hooper. That's why she's your girlfriend!
  • Sherlock: *stares at Archie* Molly isn't my girlfriend!
  • Archie: *turns to Sherlock* She's not?! *stares at the photo of a severed head* *frowns* Oh. *glances at Sherlock and shrugs* She should be.
  • Molly: *walks in carrying a small cooler* Hello, boys! *looks sheepish when Rosie starts to fuss* Whoops! *goes over to the basket to pick up the crying baby* Sorry, Rosie!
  • Sherlock: *stands up* *takes the cooler from Molly* She'll need feeding soon, so I'll go warm her bottle.
  • Sherlock & Molly: *work together to change Rosie's nappies, feed her, and put her back to sleep*
  • Archie: *opens folder of more gruesome photos* *mumbles to himself* Yep, she's his girlfriend.
  • **Later, after the Watsons and Archie's parents pick up the kids.**
  • Sherlock: *gathers Molly in his arms and kisses her*
  • Molly: *kisses him back after a moment* *gives him a shocked look when they come up for air* Wh-what was that for?!
  • Sherlock: *smirks* Archie helped me realise something.
  • Molly: Realise what?
  • Sherlock: That you should be my girlfriend. Or wife, if you pref––Mmmmmmmph!
  • Molly: *snogs the daylights out of him*
The Mystery of Suga’s 3rd Muster Acrylic Stand

Yoongi hadn’t seen the standee he’d liberated from the BigHit offices since he’d given it to Jin at that crazy gift exchange / Christmas party a few weeks ago.  He hadn’t seen it and - well - it bugged the fuck out of him.  He’d at least expected Jin to make a big show about standing it up in some agonizing part of the dorm.  YOongi hoped it wouldn’t be in the bathroom at the bottom of the toilet bowl to encourage the Kids to aim better - but thought that a distinct possibility.  

However even that would be preferable to - well - nothing.  And there was no sign of his little gift - not even in Jin’s trash.  Not that Yoongi had looked….hard…

It finally bugged him so much he had even asked Jin, who had smiled his little mysterious smile in Yoongi’s direction and had refused to answer his question. Just shrugged those beautiful shoulders of his and told Yoongi to “not worry about it.”  

So Yoongi tried, and tried again.  And then tried harder.  He would almost succeed in forgetting about the fact that his gift to Jin had gone missing, hadn’t been put up on display, had been apparently forgotten and cast aside by everybody but him - INCLUDING by the person who got the gift, his very own Forever Roommate Jin who he thought would care enough for his face to at least want to see him when he had to pee.  

He would almost forget and then Jimin would come strutting out of the bathroom wearing the underwear Hope had given him, or Namjoon would buy another pack of wet wipes (having gone through the original pack given to him by Jin almost right away and getting addicted instantly), and it would all come back  - HIS gift had apparently been thrown away.  

And ok, maybe it hurt more than he wanted to admit.   So he pouted.  

He was pouting a few days later, when Jin called him from the house one night around dinner time.  He asked Yoongi to stop by his office in the BigHit building on the way home from work to pick up a script he needed for one of his classes.  Yoongi didn’t grumble about doing something for his ungrateful roommate any more than usual, ok not much more than usual - but all of his grumbles stopped when he opened Jin’s closed office door and turned on the light.  

There, in the place of honor right to the right of Jin’s pink keyboard, was Yoongi’s acrylic stand, literally inches away from the script he was supposed to find and bring home.  There was no way he could miss seeing it.  And in that second, Yoongi knew that Jin had known he was upset, and this was how he was gently making it better.  Yoongi was thankful it was after hours because he couldn’t wipe the big dopey grin off of his face.  Here he was thinking that Jin had thrown his gift away, when in fact - he had done just the opposite, done more than Yoongi had ever imagined.  

He got home as quickly as he could, jumping in a car and all but running into the dorms.  Dinner smells were beginning to leak through the apartment, and Jin was muttering at the stove, apparently giving a pep talk to the meal they were about to eat.  Yoongi didn’t say a word and just swooped in for a back hug, firmly wrapped his arms around Jin’s waist - burying his nose in the t-shirt Jin was wearing that smelled like cooking and their room and HOME.   

“Hmmmmm,” Jin said, “Min Yoongi I presume…:

Yoongi didn’t answer.  

What’s going on, everything ok, did you find the script??”   

Instead of crying to Jin about how much it really did mean to him to see his little standee on Jin’s desk, instead of causing a scene by declaring his eternal love for his forever roommate right at dinner time, Yoongi just hugs Jin a little tighter (so tight he squeaks) and tucks his smile closer into Jin’s back while he whispers “Everything’s great Jinnie, I found the script no problem. I’m just really glad to be home.”   

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Final Fantasy XVThe hilarious Eve Party ‘Mystery Disc’ game play with English subs by Dominationkid

The Accidental Email, pt VII (Finale)

from: rbarba@gmail.com
to: evewatts@gmail.com 
date: Wed, Dec 14, 2016 at 4:32 PM
subject: A Mystery    

Eve,

I returned from court this afternoon to find a bottle of Scotch on my desk, Balvenie 40 year old single malt.

Its presence leaves me with several questions:

1)    There was no note accompanying the bottle, so the sender is unknown. Where did it come from?

2)    The Ivy Leaguers Guide was clear on Scotch being appropriate for celebrating a win or commiserating over a loss. But would I be correct in assuming that a bottle as valuable as this would be reserved for only a major loss or win?

3)    Given point two, I’m left wondering which it is this bottle is intended for – celebration of something of only the greatest importance, or to dull the ache of something truly heartbreaking.

4)    Once I’ve determined the intended use, will I be partaking alone?

I need your keen intellect and, I am guessing, particular insight in this matter. I need my Watson.

I eagerly await your direction.

Yours,

Rafael

 

 

 

from: rbarba@gmail.com
to: evewatts@gmail.com 
date: Fri, Dec 16, 2016 at 3:33 PM
subject: The mystery remains

Eve,

Is your silence meant to be an answer?

I don’t want to read into it, not when there is so much at stake.

If you decided that you still need space, if the gift that I’m certain was from you was meant for me and me alone, a consolation prize meant to blur away the disappointment, I need for you to tell me.

That’s all I ask. That you say the words.

I think I deserve that.

Rafael

 

 

from: evewatts@gmail.com 
to:  rbarba@gmail.com
date: Sun, Dec 18, 2016 at 6:32 AM
subject: Meet Me

Rafael,

There are things I need to say, but I feel they are best said face to face.

Brunch at Lafayette on the corner of Great Jones. 10:30.

I know I’ve left your questions unanswered longer than I should, and I understand if you don’t show and have decided to move on.

Eve

 

 

from: evewatts@gmail.com 
to:  rbarba@gmail.com
date: Mon, Dec 18, 2017 at 6:09 PM
subject: Running Late

My meeting ran over, so I’m running a bit behind. Did you want to cancel our reservations?

Sent from my iPhone

 

from: rbarba@gmail.com
to:  evewatts@gmail.com 
date: Mon, Dec 18, 2017 at 6:12 PM
subject: RE: Running Late

No. They’ll hold the table. Funny that you would run late tonight.

Sent from my iPhone

 

from: evewatts@gmail.com 
to:  rbarba@gmail.com
date: Mon, Dec 18, 2017 at 6:15 PM
subject: Running Late

My brain is fried, so you’ll have to fill me in on the joke…

Sent from my iPhone

 

from: rbarba@gmail.com
to:  evewatts@gmail.com 
date: Mon, Dec 18, 2017 at 6:19 PM
subject: RE: Running Late

Not without going on record first to point out that I remembered something about today that you’ve forgotten.

Sent from my iPhone

 

from: evewatts@gmail.com 
to:  rbarba@gmail.com
date: Mon, Dec 18, 2017 at 6:22 PM
subject: Running Late

The dry cleaning? Because that would be a first.

Sent from my iPhone

 

 

from: rbarba@gmail.com
to:  evewatts@gmail.com 
date: Mon, Dec 18, 2017 at 6:30 PM
subject: RE: Running Late

It’s the anniversary of our first kiss.

Remember? You asked me to meet you for brunch and I was inexcusably late. You were leaving when I reached the doors of Lafayette.

You had tears in your eyes and I was so sure that was it. It was over before it started…

Sent from my iPhone

 

 

from: evewatts@gmail.com 
to:  rbarba@gmail.com
date: Mon, Dec 18, 2017 at 6:34 PM
subject: Running Late

That was a year ago?

I remember it so clearly. The way you didn’t even give me a chance to say a single word, just grabbed my hand and turned me toward you, cradling my cheek in your hand. You kissed me, out on the sidewalk in front of all those people, before I could barely process that it was you standing in front of me.

Sent from my iPhone

 

 

from: rbarba@gmail.com
to:  evewatts@gmail.com 
date: Mon, Dec 18, 2017 at 6:40 PM
subject: RE: Running Late

I had an entire speech prepared. I was sure you were going to give me a hundred reasons why we couldn’t be together, and I’d put together a most impressive argument about why every one of those reasons was wrong.

But when I saw you leaving, all I could see was you walking away without knowing I was in love with you.

And I thought, actions speak louder than words…

Sent from my iPhone

 

 

from: evewatts@gmail.com 
to:  rbarba@gmail.com
date: Mon, Dec 18, 2017 at 6:42 PM
subject: Running Late

They certainly did that day.

Best kiss in the history of kissing.

(I’m nearly there)

Sent from my iPhone

 

 

from: rbarba@gmail.com
to:  evewatts@gmail.com 
date: Mon, Dec 18, 2017 at 6:45 PM
subject: RE: Running Late

Best in the history of kissing? That sounds like a challenge…

Sent from my iPhone

 

from: evewatts@gmail.com 
to:  rbarba@gmail.com
date: Mon, Dec 18, 2017 at 6:47 PM
subject: Running Late

Maybe it is.

Sent from my iPhone



from: rbarba@gmail.com
to:  evewatts@gmail.com  
date: Mon, Dec 18, 2017 at 6:48 PM
subject: RE: Running Late

You don’t have to ask me twice.  Challenge accepted.

(You do, however, have to grab the dry cleaning tomorrow. I forgot again.)

Love you.

Sent from my iPhone



from: rbarba@gmail.com
to:  evewatts@gmail.com  
date: Mon, Dec 18, 2017 at 6:49 PM
subject: RE: Running Late

Of course you did. Still love you, too.

Sent from my iPhone


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My process of Northwest Manshion Mystery.

Dipcifica??? What eve-

Huh? It’s kinda cute!

OKAY IT’S A LOT CUTE

OH GOD I SHIP IT

*mindlessly scrolling through the dipcifica tag*

 IM TOO FAR IN

Braulia - 13

(Last/Next)

Familiars are the collective ghosts of many animals who had a gruesome or stressful death. Animals’ minds are not strong enough to ‘summon’ a ghost so lots of them have to die before creating a ghost. Also, these animals have to have died near powerful magical currents or there won’t be a familiar.

Familiars are really big (They can reach several meters in height) but they aren’t usually dangerous unless provoked.


In this illustration you can see Queen Eve and Princess Jezebelle when she was ~15 years old. She was an insecure but really kind child and she loved to learn about anything she found curious or mysterious. Braulio and Eve were fully devoted to her and wanted her to grow up to be a wondrous queen.

Queen Eve was the ruler of the kingdom. She was often harsh and even cruel but she got to unify every territory into one vast, prosperous nation. She died a peaceful death after (voluntarily) taking a high dose of sedatives to avoid the greater pains of the incurable cancer she was suffering.

After her death, Jezebelle was proclaimed queen at the age of 20. 

nalukaixiv  asked:

A box, wrapped not gaily but simply, finds its way to the Sea Wolf's place of residence. Within, sat atop waxed papers, the folded state of a note conceals a brief message to go along with the double-dozen strips of dried and seasoned meat. "I hope this parcel finds you in better health than I did last time. We should talk. Soon." - N . S .

[Bonded together by a wrap most staunch in its manufacture, the bounty encompassing the bundled leathers alerted the Wolf a few hours after its initial transgression of his doorstep. Bare extremities had ceased movement before its vessel, kneeling their bearer for further inspection. An assortment of seasoned and spiced flesh, hazardously addictive to the taste buds if their exterior were a rightful judge to go by… And a note quizzically tucked inbetwixt? Once shuffled off its mortal coil, the Rainlander would relent, indulging a cautious study of the parcel and its mysterious note.]

[An eve or two would line past ere the sender was repaid in kind debt. Within a simplistic envelope woven of pearlescent texture and with a stamp encrusted by molten wax a letter laid dormant, with no greater context than a finer script inscribed.]

“Soon can not come quick ‘nough.”
-L.