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prfm-multiverse · 2 months
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Today I made my personal The Magnus Protocol mystery board to satisfy my brainrot. It’s been a while since I was so invested in a fandom! Can’t wait to add my theories to this!
I used the following artists fanart for this board:
Martin: @windwenn
John: @lilyznow
Elias: @literalfuckingfreak
Ink5oul: @hannahbananasplitz
Needles: @cielle-b
OIAR Crew: @mikonez
Gerard: @loktauri
Please check them out! They are all amazing artists!!!
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darkwitch1999 · 2 months
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🔎🕵🏾‍♂️Sneak Peek: Sherlock Nino🕵🏾‍♂️🔎
Couldn't resist sharing these scenes from my upcoming headcanon "How Marc Got The Coffee". This first one starts off with Nino and Nathaniel discussing interrogating Marc to find out his "supplier".
Nathaniel: (shoots Nino an incredulous look) “Supplier”? Really, Nino?
Nino: (defensively) Hey, technically caffeine is considered a drug! I looked it up!
Nathaniel: (crosses his arms) Not an illegal one. Hence why I feel like you are treating Marc like a dangerous criminal.
Nino: Oh come on, Nath! The last thing I want to do is treat Marc like a criminal! 
Nathaniel: (raises an eyebrow) Then what’s with the Sherlock Holmes cosplay?
Nino: Because we’re trying to solve a mystery and I thought it would fit the aesthetic! (sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose).
Later during interrogation.......
Marc: Nath, why is Nino dressed as Sherlock Holmes?
Nathaniel: (sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose) I have asked the same question, Marc. 
Marc: Wait, does that mean you are supposed to be Watson?
Nathaniel: (shakes his head and glances annoyed at Nino) No, apparently I’m supposed to be “good cop”.
Marc: (tilts his tired head in confusion) Wait…(yawns)...I’m confused….(points to Nathaniel) If you’re “good cop”...(points to Nino) and you’re “Sherlock Holmes”....then who’s “bad cop”...or…what’s even going on here? What are you guys even doing?
Nathaniel: (smirks) Actually, Nino’s supposed to be the “bad cop”. The Sherlock Holmes cosplay is just Nino doing his own thing.
Marc: (gives Nino an incredulous look) You do realize your “Sherlock Holmes” cosplay doesn’t make any sense if you guys are doing “Good Cop, Bad Cop”, right? I mean, for one thing, Sherlock Holmes was far too intelligent and dignified to resort to such a cliche interrogation tactic that wasn’t even developed during his time! Not to mention that Sherlock Holmes didn’t even work for the British Police! Yes, they did work together on a few cases, specifically with Inspectors Lestrade and Gregson the most, but still-...
Nino: (slams his hand hard on the desk, startling Marc with a jump) That’s enough out of you! Nathaniel and I are the ones asking the questions here, Anciel!
Marc: (rolls his eyes) And I thought Jean was over dramatic...
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This early development drawing for “Tom and Jerry Meet Sherlock Holmes,” has both characters sporting the classic Sherlock Holmes costume, of the deerstalker hat and Inverness cape, investigating a yet unwritten mystery. Although an early thought, this image would have staying power, and show up later in post production.
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arisaontheinternet · 2 months
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So I'm Going to Solve a Mystery
So I've had an Idea. Not a particular new idea, but a fun one. I just checked out the English language version of The Inugami Curse by Yokomizo Seishi from my local library. All I know about it is from the back of the book, a wealthy man dies, and there is a bloody fight over his inheritance. I picked it up because it was referenced in Don't Call It Mystery. But my plan is to try to solve the mystery!
Opening the book, there is a list of characters. So before reading any more, I drew a family tree. I guess I should clarify that in the book, they use Given then Family name. But since it's a Japanese book, I've swapped it to Family and then Given, and I looked up the kanji because I find that helpful. For instance, Inugami is the characters for dog and God. Or the 3 daughters' names are highest, middle, and lowest child. Also pine, bamboo, and plum/apricot.
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strawberrywinter4 · 1 month
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Stories of unprecedented events, odd occurrences, the feeling that something isn’t quite right always sends a delightful shiver of suspense down my spine.
Something eerie and momentarily heart stopping makes an appearance through the thick air of a small town. Everyone is on high alert, rumors are spoken amongst hushed voices, authority figures are denying “outlandish” claims.
Portraying stories like this is though commonly used, incredibly exciting. It never fails to leave me at the edge of my seat in anticipation.
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Mysterious Lotus Case Book
Year : 2023 | Country : CN | Nb of episodes: 40
My rate: 7/10
Synopsis :
Ten years ago, Li Xiang Yi, the master of the Sigu Sect, dominated with his superior swordsmanship and was a symbol of light in the martial arts world. However, he suddenly disappeared along with Di Fei Sheng, the leader of the Jinyuan Alliance, after they arranged to battle in the East Sea.
Ten years later, Li Lian Hua is a countryside doctor who travels dragging around a lotus tower. He accidentally becomes "famous" and gets pulled into the pugilistic world that he no longer wants to have any connections with. Fang Duo Bing, a passionate youth who dreams of becoming a hero, realizes that Li Lian Hua is not a simple man and vows to find proof that Li Lian Hua has been impersonating a famous doctor. Meanwhile, Di Fei Sheng, who has always regarded Li Xiang Yi as a fierce enemy, has also reemerged in the pugilistic world and recognizes that the unremarkable doctor Li Lian Hua is none other than Li Xiang Yi.
After a series of cases, Li Lian Hua, Di Fei Sheng and Fang Duo Bing gradually come to forge a deep friendship and join hands in solving mysterious cases to uphold justice.
Main cast :
Cheng Yi as Li Lianhua (voiced by Cheng Yi) / Li Xiangyi
Xu Wei Luo as Li Xiangyi (teen)
Xie Zi Mo (谢子墨) as Li Xiangyi (child)
Zeng Shun Xi as Fang Duobing (Fang Xiaobao)
Lu Jin Hao as Fang Xiaobao (young)
Xiao Shun Yao as Di Feisheng
Xu Jia Xi as Di Feisheng (young)
My thoughts on this drama :
From the reviews I had read online, this was supposed to be as good at The Blood of Youth. For me, it was not. Don't get me wrong! It is a very good drama. The overall absence of romance is a big plus (it's there in the background but has no direct impact on the story itself more than in a few flashbacks that I enjoyed skipping).
What bothered me most is that the second hero was such a dimwit. All muscle no brain. Yes he's pretty young and all, but that wannabe detective was just dumb. He relied completely on Lianhua's deduction before finding the solution to all cases (but still taking all credit for solving it heh...). It took a bit too long for the big reveal of the main lead's identity, and I found truly ridiculous that his old pals did not recognize him as soon as they saw him. He was pretty much walking out there looking the same as ten year prior, sometimes wearing a mask that hid nothing.... but that's a common trope in Cdramaland so.... Big thumb up to the redemption arc of the initial "villain". The friendship born of it was amazing to see, and I was very much rooting for more interactions between the three main characters. The side characters also did their job, adding drama and comic relief to the story. The backstory that unraveled slowly up to the finale was splendidly executed, and I felt terrible for Lianhua when he realized the whole truth. I have a small regret though: for a Wuxia drama, there weren't that many awesome fights, and the rare ones were so short they lacked impact.
Anyway, it  is still a good drama, Cheng Yi prove once again that he's a true talent of this generation, and I hope to see him take one more dramas and movies (no dumb romcom) to showcase his impressive capacity to show emotions with his eyes and micro expressions. He convinced me back in Immortal Samsara, now I'm just another fan...
A Favorite ?
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kakita-shisumo · 1 year
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What's more fun than exploring the Dark Room? Exploring it twice!
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queen-anarchy-art · 1 year
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art i made for my cringe ass nae nae bestie @r2mich2 of our lil gay metalheads who solve mysteries on the left is my boy Hogarth and on the right is they boy Billy
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flyingclubhouse · 1 year
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Jinkies.
Photo taken by Steven.
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prfm-multiverse · 2 months
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fleursetrebellion · 10 months
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Wrote a new TTRPG, it's just kind of like a short sketch of an idea, it probably needs more fleshing out? But it's sort of taking the ideas of Julia Lepetit on Drawtectives and turning them into something approachable for normal people as like a game?
Anyway here it is if anyone wants to read it:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1eMH1HgddLhiaS5s8EoFVeNDcApTwNfnBoNqU7PFMJoU/edit?usp=drivesdk
It's not really complete, I'm gradually refining it as I get closer to playing it with my friends, but use these ideas how you want for your own game. The biggest thing missing at time of posting is info on how to build a compelling mystery that's fun to solve. I have ideas for how to do that, but it will take some time to write it all out.
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darkwitch1999 · 10 days
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☕🥱A Random Headcanon: How Marc Got The Coffee Part I 🥱☕
Collège Françoise Dupont: Boiler Room
Nathaniel: (visibly annoyed) So we’re really doing this, huh?
Nino: Yep.
(Down in the boiler room, Nino had set up a small desk with a desk lamp, a radio that played what sounded like the soundtrack of an old detective movie, a stack of books, and a manila file folder. The teen wore a fake mustache and an old-style detective costume. On each opposing side of the desk stood two chairs, the one on the right being currently occupied by an exhausted Marc Anciel. The poor, tired writer was suffering from the effects of his caffeine crash and could barely keep his eyes open. His make-up was a dreadful mess from when he had his breakdown earlier, his hair was a frazzled mess, the dark circles encased around his eyes looked as though they had gotten deeper and darker, and his body that had before trembled and twitched so terribly now struggled against the intense feeling of exhaustion. Out of earshot in a corner, Nino and Nathaniel discussed Nino’s plan, which Nathaniel found to be very unnecessary, and annoying, and he would have been against taking any part in this ridiculous plan if the artist was not worried about his partner’s well-being.)
Nino: I’m sorry, Nath, but this is the only way.
Nathaniel: There are more than one, much better ways we could handle this! I don’t think this is best for Marc’s well-being right now. Just look at him! (points to the exhausted writer) He needs sleep!
Nino: Look, I get it. Marc’s crashing down from the caffeine and needs rest. But we have to do this for his own good! We need to find out where or more specifically, who did he get that coffee from! (starts counting off his fingers) The first time this happened he asked you to buy the coffee for him because he knew you didn’t know he couldn’t have it. The second time he took advantage of Rose’s kindness and trusting nature to secure the coffee. This time, however, he must have gone to someone who didn’t know that he couldn’t have coffee, and since no one is fessing up, we will have to find out who the guilty culprit is.
Nathaniel: But couldn’t we just ask him after he’s had time to rest and recover? Interrogating him when he’s in this state just seems too cruel. It feels like we’re treating him like some dangerous criminal. 
Nino: (puts a reassuring hand on Nathaniel’s shoulder) Nath, I don’t want to watch him suffer any more than you do, but I’m afraid it has to be this way to prevent another episode from ever happening again. If we let him sleep first, he’ll have more energy and focus to come up with a lie or ID a scapegoat, and it will be even harder to get Marc to confess the truth. Marc may be more reasonable when he’s off the coffee, but he definitely wouldn’t give up his supplier willingly, especially if he knows that the rest of us don’t know who gave him his fix.
Nathaniel: (shoots Nino an incredulous look) “Supplier”? Really, Nino?
Nino: (defensively) Hey, technically caffeine is considered a drug! I looked it up!
Nathaniel: (crosses his arms) Not an illegal one. Hence why I feel like you are treating Marc like a dangerous criminal.
Nino: Oh come on, Nath! The last thing I want to do is treat Marc like a criminal! 
Nathaniel: (raises an eyebrow) Then what’s with the Sherlock Holmes cosplay?
Nino: Because we’re trying to solve a mystery and I thought it would fit the aesthetic! (sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose).
Nathaniel: (appears hesitant) I still don’t like this….this feels like torture.
Nino: Nath, please trust me. I swear we’re not going to torture Marc. Just give us thirty minutes or so to question him, an hour at most. If he doesn’t confess within that amount of time, we’ll back off and let him get some sleep. On the other hand, if he tells us who supplied him with the coffee before the time is up, we’ll let him sleep sooner. And I promise, I’ll back off if he reaches his limit. Whatever happens during this, I won’t make Marc suffer more than he already has.
(Nathaniel pondered for a moment, considering Nino’s plan and compromise. The artist still felt conflicted about putting his partner through an interrogation while he was so sleep-deprived. He knew how physically exhausting the combination of caffeine withdrawal and insomnia from the previous night was on the writer along with the mental and emotional exhaustion of the pressure that Marc was clearly under mixed in with the aftermath of his breakdown from earlier. Nathaniel wanted Marc to rest. He wanted Marc to get better. He wanted to see that beautifully contagious and unburdened smile spread across his partner’s face again and never to see that strained and unhinged smile or the exhausted frown again. However, as guilty as Nathaniel felt for even considering going along with Nino’s plan, he also knew that Nino made some truthful points to defend his plan. Nathaniel didn’t want to admit it, but Nino was right when he argued that Marc wouldn’t easily name whoever gave him the coffee. Rose and himself were willing to own up to mistakes those times they had given Marc coffee, but this time no one is willing to admit that they had given Marc coffee. And knowing the writer, he would try to play off that “everything was fine” and there was no need to worry about who gave him the coffee, desperately trying to avoid talking about what had been bothering him so much and what was causing all the stress and pressure that he was under in the first place. Marc was never one to be willing to talk about his problems with others and always tried to appear as if everything was okay as best he could because he didn’t want to make others feel worried about him. If they were going to have any chance of finding out how Marc got coffee, now was their best and possibly only time while the writer didn’t have the energy to resist telling the truth.)
Nathaniel: (sighs) Forty minutes. We’ll question him for forty minutes and no more. And when I say “that’s enough”, I mean that’s enough. We won’t push him any farther than he can handle.
Nino: (nods in agreement) Alright, deal! Now that that’s settled, let’s get to it. Get ready to assume your role, good cop!
(Nino took a deep breath in and out as he adjusted his usual demeanor into a more serious demeanor as he now bore a stoic expression on his face. As Nino started walking towards the desk, Nathaniel rolled his eyes in annoyance.)
Nathaniel: (annoyed) Right, forgot that Nino wanted to do “Good Cop, Bad Cop” too.
(The two boys approached the desk where the exhausted writer now had his head face down on the desk, moaning in discomfort. Nino sat in the desk chair opposite the writer while Nathaniel stood next to the cosplaying detective. The “detective” then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a tube of bubble solution and a bubble wand.)
Nino: (blows bubbles from the bubble wand with a stern look) Rise and shine, Marc.
Nathaniel: (smiles nervously) H-Hey Marc…um…how are you feeling?
(Marc rolls his head to the side, revealing his dreadfully exhausted face to the other two boys.) 
Marc: (moans) My head…feels like it's going to split open…
Nino: (blows another bubble) Mhm. That would be the caffeine withdrawal hangover for you. Though we both already know that you are well familiar with the feeling.
Nathaniel: (shoots Nino a warning look) Nino…
Nino: (clears his throat, unfazed by Nathaniel’s glares) Anyway, enough beating around the bush. It’s time we all talk.
(Marc lifted his head off the table to give the “detective” an annoyed, tired look. His expression then turned into one of confusion as he took notice of the outfit that the young boy was wearing. The writer turned to look at Nathaniel with an eyebrow raised in confusion.)
Marc: Nath, why is Nino dressed as Sherlock Holmes?
Nathaniel: (sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose) I have asked the same question, Marc. 
Marc: Wait, does that mean you are supposed to be Watson?
Nathaniel: (shakes his head and glances annoyed at Nino) No, apparently I’m supposed to be “good cop”.
Marc: (tilts his tired head in confusion) Wait…(yawns)...I’m confused….(points to Nathaniel) If you’re “good cop”...(points to Nino) and you’re “Sherlock Holmes”....then who’s “bad cop”...or…what’s even going on here? What are you guys even doing?
Nathaniel: (smirks) Actually, Nino’s supposed to be the “bad cop”. The Sherlock Holmes cosplay is just Nino doing his own thing.
Marc: (gives Nino an incredulous look) You do realize your “Sherlock Holmes” cosplay doesn’t make any sense if you guys are doing “Good Cop, Bad Cop”, right? I mean, for one thing, Sherlock Holmes was far too intelligent and dignified to resort to such a cliche interrogation tactic that wasn’t even developed during his time! Not to mention that Sherlock Holmes didn’t even work for the British Police! Yes, they did work together on a few cases, specifically with Inspectors Lestrade and Gregson the most, but still-...
Nino: (slams his hand hard on the desk, startling Marc with a jump) That’s enough out of you! Nathaniel and I are the ones asking the questions here, Anciel!
Marc: (rolls his eyes) And I thought Jean was over dramatic…
Nino: (regains his composure and clears his throat again) Anyway, I hardly think that you’re in any position to judge my choices right now. After all, you’ve made some rather “questionable” decisions yourself recently, now have you?
Marc: Not more questionable than your choice of interrogation methods…or fashion…
Nino: Got nothing to say, huh? That’s fine, we’ll start things off then. (opens the manila folder) I don’t care to mince words with you, so I’m just going to come out and say it. (picks up three pictures from the folder) We all know that someone gave you coffee and we know that someone had to be someone who didn’t know that you couldn’t have coffee for reasons that we all know too well, i.e. one of these three prime suspects.
(Nino places all three photos in front of Marc. The first photo was of Zoé Lee, the second was a photo of Devin Nolan, and the third photo was of Noelle Odeja. Marc takes a brief look at the photos and averted his gaze away from the pictures.)
Marc: You don’t know what you’re talking about, Nino. You couldn’t even be more wrong. (smirks tiredly) That ridiculous hat you’re wearing might be too tight.
Nino: (smirks, unfazed by Marc’s remark) Seeing as though you still have enough energy to be cheeky, you’ll have no problem naming your supplier.
(Nathaniel rolls his eyes at Nino using the word “supplier” again.)
Marc: What makes you think that someone gave me the coffee? How do you know I didn’t just get the coffee myself?
Nino: You mean other than the fact that you’ve done this before?
Nathaniel: (places a hand gently on the writer’s shoulder) Marc, we know you didn’t get the coffee yourself. We know your moms won’t let you have coffee and for good reasons, too. (The writer shifted his eyes away from Nathaniel, but the artist continued.) We also know that the coffee you’ve been drinking is from your mama’s shop since you would never betray the family business by drinking coffee from a different coffee shop, which brings us to the ultimate reason why we know that someone bought the coffee for you. You would never even think of trying to steal coffee from your mama because too good of a person. 
(Marc remained silent, knowing he couldn’t argue with their reasons given that they were right. Marc was raised too well to steal anything and would feel like a traitor if he tried to buy coffee from anywhere other than his mama’s shop. Nino noticed how quiet the writer had become and smiled a satisfied smirk.)
Nino: (smugly) I’ll take your silence as proof that we’re right. Now then, as we speak, our three prime suspects are currently being interrogated by my lovely partner and her best friend…
Marc: (rolls his eyes in annoyance) Great…Alya and Marinette are doing this too, huh? Let me guess, is Alya dressed up as well? Is she Watson? Or maybe she’s that reporter from New York who always writes about Majesta?
Nathaniel: (raises an eyebrow) C’mon Marc, it’s Alya. 
Marc: Yeah, you’re right, Nath. (smirks at Nino) She doesn’t quite share the same flair for the overdramatic as other people do (snickers).
Nino: (slightly offended) Mock me all you want, Anciel. One way or another, we are going to find out the truth. We don’t care how long it takes. We’ll keep going all day and night if we have to.
Marc: (smiles smugly) We can’t stay on school grounds past five.
Nathaniel: And we’re not doing this any longer than forty minutes.
Nino: We’ll keep going till five if we have to.
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Detective Nino is on the case (whether anyone asks or not)! Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this continuation of the "Why Marc Shouldn't Have Coffee" saga. I was going to do a full headcanon, but I decided to split it into parts since it was getting rather long. Probably a bit out of character for Marc to be a sarcastic, smart mouth in this headcanon, but in his defense, he's exhausted. Stay tuned for part two when we read about Alya interrogating the three suspects. Who do you think did the crime? Share your thoughts, opinions, and theories about the guilty party.
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Chapter 3: "Bus No. 44"
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The middle-aged woman took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, inhaled a mouthful of smoke, and then exhaled it in Xia Lin Yin's direction. She angrily said, "Why are you asking so many questions?"
"Sorry." Xia Lin Yin smiled apologetically at the middle-aged woman and hurriedly walked away. She didn't care to ask for the rest of the cigarettes back.
In the middle of the bus, two seats were facing the door. Xia Lin Yin walked to those two seats, pulled down a stool, and sat down.
The middle-aged woman didn't know that she was on Bus 44.
Obviously, this middle-aged woman was a plot character, equivalent to an NPC in the game. If she didn't guess wrong, there would be more NPCs to get on this bus, and one of these NPCs was a ghost. Her mission was to find the ghost hidden among the NPCs.
Originally, she wanted to sit in the last row because the view there was the most open. It would be convenient for her to observe everyone.
But at the same time, she felt that this position was also the most dangerous. In those horror movies, ghosts love to find people who walk alone at the end, so she was afraid that if she sat in the last row, she wouldn't know when she would be silently killed by the ghosts.
Right now, this position should be the best. As long as she turned her head left and right, she could see the situation on both sides.
Her body tensed, wondering if there would be other players in this game? 
At that moment, the bus stopped again. 
Xia Lin Yin saw a young girl in a school uniform with a backpack standing at the bus stop. Her hair was tied in a ponytail.
The young girl took a few steps back in horror at the sight of the vehicle.
The bus did not move nor did the driver urge, but waited patiently for the girl to get on. 
"Shit!" The middle-aged woman threw her cigarette on the ground, lifted her foot, and crushed it. She opened the window, poked her head out, and cursed fiercely, "Are you fucking getting on the bus or not?! Hurry up!"
The young girl shrank from the screaming middle-aged woman. Finally, she advanced towards the bus slowly.
She looked terrified, shaking like a sieve, face was pale as paper. Her expression was as if she was being rushed to the execution ground. 
This was a player!
This must be a player just like her!
In other words, Xia Lin Yin wasn't the only player in this game. If they all had the same mission and they all worked together to deal with the ghosts, the success rate of completing the mission would be greatly increased. 
Correspondingly, the danger rate would also be much lower than that of a single person. 
Great! She wasn't fighting alone! She still had companions!
Xia Lin Yin looked at the young girl excitedly, and when the girl looked at her, the corner of her mouth turned up to reveal a friendly smile.
However, this caused the young girl to scream and fall to the ground. 
The look of fright on her face was as if she had seen something terrifying.
Xia Lin Yin was flabbergasted and shifted her gaze to look at the opposite door bus that reflected herself.
Dressed in a red dress, her chalk-white face, smudged eyeshadow, blood-red lips, and long wavy hair scattered loosely. At first glance, she embodied a female ghost in red sitting there.
No wonder the young girl was frightened when she saw her.
The young girl in a school uniform sat down in the double seat at the front. She shrunk her body like a quail, folded her hands together, and started to recite words. You could vaguely hear "Namo Amitabha", "Buddha, Bodhisattva, and the Lord Bless", etc.
Then, a woman whose white dress resembled a nightgown entered. Her long and straight black hair with bangs fluttered. She had heavy dark circles under her eyes, looking a little lifeless. 
She walked as silently as a ghost to the seat behind the middle-aged woman and sat down. 
The young girl in a school uniform buried her head even deeper.
When the bus stopped at the next stop, an old woman dressed in ethnic clothes stepped onto the bus, carrying a bamboo basket that was covered with a black fabric in her hands.
Xia Lin Yin secretly observed the old woman from head to toe and her eyes fell on the bamboo basket, wondering what could be inside.
The old woman's head was wrapped in a navy blue turban. She slightly bent over and fished out a folded handkerchief from her pocket, opened it. She took out two yuans before dropping them into the coin box.
Then, she walked two steps and stopped in front of the double seat where the young girl was seat, "Girl, sit there. This old lady will sit here."
The voice was coarse, like a crow's caw, making people shudder.
Being stared at by an old lady's cloudy eyes, the young girl jumped from her seat and fled to the side.
The middle-aged woman and the woman in white turned their heads to look at the young girl.
Sensing that the woman in white stared at her, the young girl's features twisted in fear, and she dashed to the back of the bus
"You..." Xia Lin Yin had just uttered a word when the young girl turned her head, glanced at her, and instantly screamed in response. She stumbled as she walked up the stairs.
Ignoring the pain, she crawled and hid behind a chair.
"Nuts!" Watching the young girl's absurd behavior, the middle-aged woman turned around and cursed.
The bus stopped again and Xia Lin Yin quickly looked outside to see a woman in a suit standing there.
The woman looked intelligent and with her hair meticulously combed, she gave off a strong woman's appearance. However, at this moment, she was crying helplessly. This appearance of hers was like a small white flower quivering in the wind.
She just stood there and hesitated for a long time. She really didn't want to get on the bus, but she was worried that something more terrible would happen if she didn't do it.
It wasn't that she hadn't tried to escape before. After she saw the words in her palm, she ran wildly, but every time and no matter which direction she ran in, she always came back to the same place. Back to this empty bus stop. 
It was like running into a ghost wall.
The night breeze was getting stronger, and its whistling was like wailing ghosts. The woman looked at the dark surroundings and then finally decided to hop on.
She shivered and covered her mouth with her hands tightly, not daring to cry. Her pair of red and swollen eyes looked around in the bus.
The strangely dressed old woman, the middle-aged woman with an unpleasant face, the woman in a white dress, and the woman in a red dress, as well as the man sitting motionless in the back row. She felt that none of these people looked normal.
Especially those two women, one looked like a ghost in red, and the other looked like a ghost in white.
She didn't know where to hide.
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NEXT: CHAPTER IV
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Published: February 15, 2024
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inkoutsidethelines · 1 year
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Thinking about how I would write an adult Scooby-Doo series, because I think it can be done.
The first thing I’d do is make the characters actually be adults.  Still young, but adults, in the mid to late 20s range.  Mystery Inc. is a private detective type business that they run together.  In this universe, the supernatural/ghosts/etc are real, but not necessarily common, so when they take on a case, the culprit might be a person disguised as a monster, or it might actually be a real ghost.  The stakes can be higher; sometimes a bad guy is legitimately trying to kill them.  Sometimes the mystery they’re trying to solve is a murder.  Sometimes they actually get hurt on their cases.
Fred: the core of Fred’s character should be that he’s incredibly kind.  Like, give a stranger the shirt off his back kind.  The “Fred can’t talk to potential clients because he might take a case for free and we need to eat” kind.  He’s an honest and good person and sometimes gets himself into trouble because he assumes other people are too.  While he’s not very good at reading people or noticing ulterior motives, he’s brilliant when it comes to mechanical or engineering type stuff, so he’s the one who keeps the mystery machine running, builds their gadgets, and of course, designs the traps.
Daphne: she comes from old money, and her parents absolutely despise her life choices, to the point where they haven’t officially disowned her, but they have basically cut her off, so she doesn’t actually have access to any family money.  Growing up wealthy has granted her a variety of skills, including speaking multiple languages, horseback riding, and fencing.  She’s very into fashion and jewelry (even if she can’t afford it anymore) and has extensive knowledge of both that can occasionally provide a vital clue in a case. And even though her parents have cut her off, Daphne still has a wide network of contacts she can ask for favors sometimes, because she’s personable, and people tend to like her.  Daphne is also very emotionally intelligent, and is usually the one who can spot when someone is lying to them.
Side note - I ship Fred and Daphne, so I think I would start them off as an established couple for this universe.  Dating, engaged, married, I don’t care.  They are stupidly in love, ride or die for each other.  There’s no will they, won’t they, no worries about cheating.  They are in a healthy, happy, loving relationship, and no one (not even Daphne’s disapproving parents) are going to mess that up for them.
Velma: she is the forensics nerd who sometimes gets super excited about the wrong thing at the wrong time (”He was mummified in seconds? That’s so cool!” “Velma!  His wife is standing right there!” “Oh.  Sorry.”).  She’s not purposely insensitive, she just gets laser focused on her work and forgets to filter herself sometimes.  She’s also the one who can get so fixated on solving whatever mystery they’re working on, she’s willing to bend or maybe break laws.  Is breaking and entering really so bad?  Not if it gets them answers.
Shaggy: he is still the comic relief, but he’s the comic relief by being the only person in the group that actually has common sense.  He manages the business’s finances, he’s the only one who knows how to cook, and the others tease him for being a coward sometimes, but Shaggy maintains that if a ghost with an axe is coming for you, running is the only sensible option.  He should also have a range of random knowledge that sounds useless, but sometimes saves the day (ex ventriloquism, origami, the history of spoons, etc).
Scooby: as this is a universe where supernatural creatures exist, Scooby is an ancient eldritch type being that took a shine to Shaggy when he was a kid, and took the form of a talking dog to befriend and hang out with him.  Aside from the talking dog bit and not aging, he never uses his powers in a way that anyone notices.  The audience is not told upfront that Scooby is an ancient eldritch being; it should slowly be hinted at throughout the series so the audience put it together, but the characters never realize it.  Scooby genuinely considers Shaggy to be his best friend, and cares about the rest of the gang too.
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The Old Pin
I am not a bot dearest Pin Maker, greetings and Salutations fellow Mortal I came across this  Pin (the one that is my profile  picture) and it led me To you haha Is this beautiful Creation your doing?
I did
Is there a story  Behind it?
The top of the Nintendo Power  Pad for the original System said “Do Not Wear Shoes” so I wrote it  Up like the 8bit  Duck Hunt Game Where did you  Find it?
I found it At a thrift Store. Oh also thanks for Taking the time to Answer our Questions. Just Wondering, were you selling  These pins  at one point?
No. I gave Them away. Where was It located?
At a thrift Store in the  Rough Geographical Area.
This is a found poem. I have a pin that a friend found several years ago. We were both very confused by the meaning of the pin, as it just said "do not wear shoes" with two ducks on it. It's also oddly small, about the size of the nail on my thumb. We fell down a rabbit hole a few days ago and ended up finding the person who made it and had this conversation with them. I broke up the messages and turned them into this poem. I changed only minor details to maintain privacy.
Here's the pin:
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