#criminal case Samuel King

[xzymy]

"So do I look like him?"

Congratulations, Samuel King! You managed to transform a young cop that you didn't give a damn about and only compared to his partner, into yourself!

I saw the reblog of @spideyskrunkly about the song "Like Him" with Cathy, Jones and Samuel... so I did this atrocity 💞

[the-septic-maniac]

In Those Moments

(Spoiler warning for S1 and S5 of CC and trigger warnings for sewerside thoughts, hospital settings, and needles. Special thanks to @cornerstoneeeee who kinda inspired me indirectly to write this and to @blugnettabutterflies for encouging me to write this. After several hours, 4 shots of espresso and a grilled cheese sandwich here's the finished story. for a better experience, please listen to the songs I linked. I hope you enjoy ^^)

“Why did they have to help me?” Jones asked himself lying in the hospital bed. He didn't want to be here anymore. He didn't want to live after losing his girlfriend who meant so much to him. Clair De Lune slowly plays in the background as his colleagues chat worryingly about him. He stared at the sterile white walls that surrounded him. He could feel the IV needle that was in his arm, pumping whatever fluid was needed into him just to barely keep him alive. The smell of the sterile environment stung in his nostrils. It smelled of nothing but at the same time his brain, at least with what little he was functioning with, tried to piece what it was. The sounds of the heart monitor rang in his ear. Everything felt like it was lasting forever. He just wanted to be gone already. He started to think “Maybe if I just close my eyes ill finally be gone… Or wake up to that this entire case was just one tremendous nightmare.” he nervously chuckled at the last bit as he started to fall asleep.

“Sir? Detective Jones?” He started to rustle awake at the sound of his name being called out. Upon finding the origin of the voice, he was greeted by Mia Loukas, her scars and injuries even showing up in death. “Ah thought you had passed out again sir” Jones never really interacted with Mia outside of when she came in to report a situation that required his attention. Looking around, he noticed that he was no longer at the hospital. It sure as hell smelled like he was somewhere else as well. It smelled of fresh coffee and baked goods. A song played in the background that he only faintly recognized from a Japanese murder mystery game. He couldn't quite place his finger on it. The place had a homey feel to it. Pieces started to fall into place for him. They were in a local coffee shop in downtown Grimsbourgh. “Sir, please don’t give up yet” Mia spoke in a calm but serious voice. “Huh?” Jones had dazed out while trying to absorb the atmosphere of where he is. “Am I dead?” he said in a nervous yet hopeful tone. “Not quite sir. But if I and a few others don't help you, you will be.” Jones looked down, a shadow obscuring his face. “I don’t need anyone’s help…” Mia sighed in frustration. “Look I know you barely know me but let me try to help you. I may have been some beat cop but I and many others on the lower parts of the force and probably some of the higher parts look up to you. Heck often times when I am on patrol, ill hear civilians talk about the deeds that you and Player did five years ago. You inspire people.” 

He sat there in silence. “How could I of all people, inspire people? Player did most of the dirty work” Mia scowled at that comment. She grabbed his face and stared directly into his eyes. “I bet you dimes the dozen that Player would not have been able to do it without you. Heck, I bet you that the player was inspired by you more than most of us on the force which drove them to work harder. Plus without you, so many people wouldn't have the courage to stand up for themselves. Close your eyes and listen to the conversations around you” Doing just that, tears started to form in his eyes. Little kids talking about how they wanted to become detectives like him and people talk about how much they respect him for what he does. In his metaphorical heart, it felt like a little flame had been lit. it wasn't big but it wasn't exactly small either. “I don't understand fully…” he said softly. “I guess you won’t fully right now. Our time is up. It's time for you to go back to the real world for now” Shaken by the sudden cut off he tried to try and talk with Mia more but it fell on deaf ears as his surroundings faded out and him drifting to sleep again.

As he started to wake back up he was greeted by the same white walls, the beeping of the machines, and the smell. Clair de Lune seemed to be playing a bit faster. Not much faster than last time but just a bit. He had a visitor. It was Player. They chatted with him about miscellaneous things. After a bit, they left him as something had come up. Before they left they had said “I couldn't have done it without you when I first started all those years back. With the Order. Had it not been for you being such a great inspiration and partner, I don't think I would have joined the force in the first place.” Jones felt the little flame in his heart get a bit bigger. 

After a few more visits and nurses checking up on him, he started to drift asleep again.

“David? David! Wake up!” a voice called out to him. As he woke up, he was greeted by Nathan. “Huh? Nathan?” A sigh came from them. The location was different from the last time. It was relatively small. Both of them were the only ones present in the room. Small, plain, on the ground cupboards were on one side of the room. On top of those was a microwave and a small radio playing jazz. A yellowish-white fridge that was seemingly in disrepair was in the corner of the room. Opposite of that was a water cooler. It smelled slightly musty because of old water in the cooler. The walls had peeling paint revealing tacky old wallpaper. They were in one of the old break rooms. Nathan was the first one to speak about the situation. “David, I know you have heard this a lot as late and it's likely as dull as a frosting knife but please don't give up.You have no idea how many people you have impacted on the force as their friend” Jones sat there in silence. He didn't think he had any friends at that moment within the force. At least not outside of Player. “I can tell you're struggling to think of examples of what I mean by that. You are one of the primary reasons Cathy and Alex even got together. I don't think you fully realize it but if it had not been for you, I don't even think the two would have even gotten to know each other. Had you not pushed Alex to dance with Cathy, her grandfather’s death would have surely been more painful for her” David nervously laughed at the mention of Cathy’s grandfather, the old chief of police. A death that he could have possibly stopped. “I’m surprised she even talked to me after that… I’m surprised anyone on the force that I could consider a friend talks to me. I’m a bit of a jackass to most of the people there” Jones muttered to himself. 

Nathan chuckled at that “You are but you are our jackass.” Jones looked at Nathan in confusion. They sat there for a solid minute or so. During that, the song that played in the background started to stick out more. It was sad. Reminded him of the times he had with what he thought were his friends. Just thinking about it made him sadly chuckle. One person came to mind in this discussion about friends. Eduardo Rameriz. The one person he poked the most fun at while on the force. It was an odd surprise that he came back to Grimsbourogh after being in Pacific Bay. “Thinking about Eduardo huh? I can tell by the look on your face. He still considers you a friend you know despite what you did.” “I highly doubt it…” “You may doubt it but its the truth.” 

Jones sat there and thought for a few moments about what he had done for his friends. In doing that, the little flame got bigger again. It went from a small plume that you would see on a match to what you would see from a lighter. Nathan smiled recognizing that something within Jones had clicked. The scenery had started to fade away. “I hope I don’t have to see you anytime soon old friend. If I do though, ill welcome you with open arms” Nathan hugged Jones as he started to wake up in the real world once more.

Waking up in the hospital this time, Clair de Lune had started to pick up not just in speed again but in a general mood. It still looked and smelled like the same old hospital but something had changed with him. Was he feeling hope again? He couldn't tell but maybe just maybe something was left for him. It was still shrouded with doubts and fear for the future but it was still a small glimmer. Player was there once again in his room along with his coworkers checking up on him if he was still hanging on. He heard about possible letters being found that were written by his late girlfriend. His heart fluttered at the rumor. They all gave him words of comfort. Unlike in the beginning, he actually listened and it warmed him up just a bit more. After a bit more he started to fall asleep again.

“DETECTIVE DAVID JEREMIAH JONES WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!?” A familiar voice jolted Jones awake. The voice was old but it was one that he hadn't heard in five years. “Chief King?!?” The old chief stared at the detective with a stern look. Jones looked around. He was in the Chief’s office. Listening to the song in the background, he recognized it as Homage. The Chief sighed “You still have so much potential. I hate seeing you here having decided that you would rather die than live on.” he sadly chuckled. Jones sat there his head hung low disappointed in himself. “I hate that you tried to go the same path that I did after it seemed like everything that you thought you had was lost to an outside force. You still have so much to do yet you attempted to do a permanent solution to a temporary problem…” Jones sat there with those last few words echoing in his head “A permanent solution to a temporary problem.” 

While those words echoed in his mind, a case that he did pop into his head. A case that one of the witnesses he had just realized he was mirroring. A lost love and the victim resorting to suicide to try and solve it. He was dazed out thinking about it. He had saved that girl's life yet here he was, in the exact situation that she was in. He sadly chuckled wondering how his past self would react. Chief King’s voice snapped him back into reality “You have done so much for the city and for the ones close to you. Without you and many others, the order would still be active.” He locked eyes with Jones. “I do not want to ever see you again in this space. Not until it is truly your time. Promise me that David Jones” Jones sat there for a moment. “ I promise” Chief King sighed in relief. Before the scene completely faded they shook each other's hands. “See you on the other side sir” “In due time David Jones. In due time”

Having woken up again in the hospital Player and Amir sat in there with him. Amir explained that he had made the necessary antidote to help keep him alive before he started to have those bouts of coming in and out of consciousness. Player handed him something. They were letters. Letters from her. He read them. As he did, the same song that had been playing this entire time he had stayed here, changed in tone. “My darling David! You've stood by me through everything that's happened, which has meant the world to me. I don't know what the future holds for me, whether I'll ever get better and go back to my old life. But my only hope is that you, David, remember all the happy days we had, before all of this happened.” His voice while reading it cracked into a sob. He thanked Player for saving him and hugged them tightly. Amir said that he should soon be able to leave the hospital. Jones nodded and after they left he fell asleep again.

“David sweetie, I'm here~” a sweet yet gentle voice woke Jones up. As he opened his eyes, in front of him stood Zoe Kasuma, his late girlfriend. She looked just as beautiful as the day they met. A familiar song played in the background. It was a song that they danced to at one of the police balls, Honeybee was the name of the song. They didnt seem to be really anywhere.  Zoe held his face “please dont blame my death on yourself. I know you feel bad about not being to protect me but it could be helped.” he nodded. “O-ok” They looked at each other. After a few moments, Jones offered his hand to Zoe. “One last dance my Honeybee?” Zoe with tears in her eyes “Of course dear” They danced and sang the lyrics together. Soon as everything started to fade away along with Zoe as the song started to end, they had one last kiss. It felt so warm and soft like a bundle of feathers. Soon after everything faded, Jones cried his absolute heart out, “Goodbye Zoe…”

He woke up from the dream. He read the letter from Zoe again. The fire in his heart turned into a full-fledged wildfire. A nurse came in clearing him to leave. As he got ready to leave in those moments, Clair De Lune was at the end of the song and at its happy ending. He was ready to look at things in a new way and help those in need once more.

[jennyjencc]

It's a rare case when everything turned out better in the end than in my head :>

[alexlesuagz]

Chat I’d like to apologize

[ehilikeshoney]

Since I'm dealing with a massive art block, I thought it would be funny to genderbend the main characters from every single god damn season (horray).

I know I've already done S1 before, but since I'm willing to draw all of the seasons like this, I couldn't ignore my absolute and forever favorite one, amirite?

Anyway, first one's here, the other 7 are coming (not so) soon :)

[kingdicemrwheezyflowertor]

HELLO ALL YOU BEAUTIFUL AND HANDSOME FLOWERS OF MINE!!!

Okay; So I have something I would like to say to you all. I got back into the game: Criminal Case!!

Now I did play the game in the past but I had stopped after some time due to just never getting past a case and getting bored of it real quick. However recently; I got into the game and gave it another shot.

At the same time; I got the Fifth Criminal Case game as well so I’m playing that as well as the first game. But because of me playing the games; I have been drawing FanArt for the games as well as well as watching videos of what happens in the game when I advance on.

All I can say is: I now understand why back then I liked Jones as now I am starting to like him even more. But of course; I am loving other characters in the games such as Ramirez; Gabriel; Rupert and Chief King. There are more characters I like such as Jack; Armand and Lars from the third game but I will explain more on them at a later time. Enjoy the art!!!

[ghostoforpheus]

4/17/1989

Account and Pencil sketch from Sister Agnes, assistant caretaker of the Grimsborough Orphanage for Troubled Youths.

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A fox broke into the gardens where our chickens reside.

Thankfully, only one hen was killed. However, the children were understandably a bit upset. But no one was as upset as the young Imogen Grimmes we obtained nearly a year ago. He spent nearly the entire morning in the garden, cradling the chicks that She (the chicken) had left behind while weeping quietly to himself, he was only stopped by Inspector King who had come for his bimonthly visit. The hens avoided him during this time... they seemed sad.

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Imogen was having a great few days, I decided to change that. This was a test with monochromatic values + something regarding Imogen's lore :-D

[blogofsara]

T.W. Blood and Su*c*de

X: stop crying, is just a scene from a mobile game!

The scene:

[astra-galaxie]

I was lucky that I saved the hearts, I was also confused by the first two! Since one is darker than the other, but it's okay, Astra! So, I decided to resend the question again.

❤️💚💙🖤💟💖😍 for Domuel? (I have emotional dependence on them)

 The original ask for some context I wanted to respond to:

Thanks for clarifying one of the hearts! I really appreciate it!🥰

And don’t worry; people can always resend characters or couples when I do a new prompt list! I don’t mind having repeat visitors!😊

(Again, warning for NSFW under the cut.)

❤️ Soulmate headcanon:

When Samuel and Donna met, it was like love at first sight. They felt drawn to one another, like two attracting magnets. Love quickly bloomed between them, and it felt as if they’d found exactly what they never knew they were looking for. No matter how tough times got or the challenges they faced, their love never faded. Even after Donna died, Samuel never felt the desire to seek someone new to love, his heart belonging to Donna in life and death. And when they meet again in the afterlife, their hearts become one again.

💚 Giving flower headcanon:

Samuel loved bringing flowers home for Donna, especially after a long, tiring day at work. Coming home and seeing his wife’s face light up with love and joy when she saw the flowers always brightened his mood. Donna had a collection of vases for the flowers to match the seasons and special occasions, and rarely did the vases go empty for long.

💙 Calming each other headcanon:

While Samuel is well known for his temper, Donna has an equally fiery one; she just has better control over it. When Samuel is angry, Donna lets him rant everything out, giving him time to get everything that’s annoying him off his chest before she offers some advice, solutions, or support, depending on the situation. Samuel does something similar whenever Donna is angry since he knows it's best to let her get everything out before trying to talk to her.

When Donna is sad, Samuel is always her shoulder to cry on while he listens to her tell him what happened. He does his best to support her and give Donna what she needs to feel better while reminding her how much he loves her. If Samuel is feeling sad, Donna is the one he can always trust to break down with without fear of judgment. She’ll console him and never make him feel weak for crying, and while sometimes he refuses to tell what’s wrong, Donna never forces him to talk but will always be there to listen when he’s ready.

🖤 Sex headcanon:

Must resist… Urge to… Bring up… The past… Fandom… Crack!

Samuel is good with his hands! (I’m sorry for bringing this back, but it's canon, and you can blame @ticcory for creating the words I will not say!) And so is Donna! These two are experts at pleasing each other and have skills none of their family, friends or coworkers would suspect them of ever mastering!

Samuel knows how to pleasure Donna like the queen she is and make her feel like the most important, well-loved woman in the world. He never ignores her pleasure during sex and would never deprive her of feeling good, not even when he’s lacking it. Donna loves it when Samuel touches her and how good he makes her feel, even when only using his hands. Likewise, Donna knows how to return the favour and won’t let her husband get left behind even after she’s finished. These two know exactly where to touch each other to send them over the edge, and their intimate time together is always full of love and passion.

(A/N: I am SO sorry for referencing that fandom incident… I couldn't help myself!)

💟 Night headcanon:

When it comes time for Donna and Samuel to get ready for bed, the two go through their routines to get ready before cuddling together under the sheets. Both like to read a little before bed; sometimes, they read to each other or discuss the books they are reading. They like taking the time before going to sleep to enjoy relaxing in each others’ company. Once they’re ready to sleep, they’ll put their books away, turn off the lights and snuggle in, falling asleep to the sound of the others’ soft breathing or heartbeat.

💖 Morning headcanon:

Samuel wakes up first, while Donna sleeps in a little longer. If they have work, he kisses her before slipping out of bed to start brewing coffee. The rich aroma helps to wake Donna as Samuel begins making breakfast. Donna slides up behind him to hug her husband and exchanges a quick kiss before pulling away to pour the coffee. They finish making breakfast together while drinking their coffee before getting ready and leaving for work.

If neither are working, they’ll stay in bed and cuddle together until they’re ready to get up. Again, they share some coffee as they make breakfast at a leisurely pace, taking the time to have a lazy morning without worrying about being on time for anything.

😍 Expressing love headcanons:

Donna expresses her love through actions. A kiss on the cheek, fixing Samuel's tie, or packing his lunch, to name a few. Samuel loves and appreciates everything Donna does for him and always ensures she knows it. She loves doing little acts of love for her husband, and one of Samuel’s favourite displays of this is the little notes she leaves in his lunch for him. They never fail to fill him with happiness when he reads them at work, and he saves all of them as a reminder of Donna’s love and kindness.

Samuel expresses his love through actions as well, but also through words of affection. He loves telling Donna how much he loves her and how important she is to him. He secretly worries Donna will die before him, so he wants to do all he can to ensure his wife knows how much she means to him. He never knows when the last time he’ll get to tell her “I love you” is, so he makes every declaration full of love in case it's the last…

Note to self: next time I open asks for headcanon prompts, use a list that doesn’t have similar-looking emojis to make everyone’s lives easier…😓

(I apologize in advance if I answer the wrong heart in an ask. I try to double-check with the sender to ensure I have the right ones when unsure, but I unfortunately can’t do that for anonymous asks. So, if I accidentally answer the wrong heart(s), please accept my substitution as an apology! And feel free to send me a new request with the intended heart (and maybe a clarification if you don’t mind) if you’d still like to see that HC!)

It's a crime that we learned so little about Samuel and Donna King! What was their love story? How did they meet? How did King feel when she died?! I want answers, Pretty Simple!😭

Thank you for the request!

[xzymy]

Ehm...

omg

the clothes are horrible, I know

I loved doing this

edited: I made his chin bigger and blurred the drawing more.

[issy5316]

criminal case incorrect quote 38

King: Guys this is a swear jar because I think you two have a problem

Jones and Nathan: What, sir, that’s not-

Ramirez: That is bullshit

King, Jones and Nathan:

Ramirez: What?

[jennyjencc]

Happy Halloween 🎃👻

[a-tear-in-space]

Thank you Pathogenflock for the idea

[trulyatessfan]

Yesterday was the 11th anniversary of Criminal Case so I redrew some drawings from last year 💖

[ehilikeshoney]

I can't fucking sleep

[kingdicemrwheezyflowertor]

do you have any criminal case headcanons?

Well as I just posted; My wife and I went with the headcanon of Tony and Jones being related but we do have a few others.

Headcanon for Jack: He is allergic to Peaches. Nothing too serious but if he eats one; He gets a rash on his arms and throat. Lars constantly lectures him when he gets treated.

Headcanon for Amir: His Favorite Cartoon is Phineas and Ferb. He doesn’t have a reason; He just likes it. Not even Jasper knows why.

Headcanon for Frank: He started having a crush on Roxie when she dyed her hair and started to grow it out.

Headcanon for Armand DuPont: He keeps a picture of his Great Grandfather in his pocket watch and he refuses to give it away.

Headcanon for Diane: She is the Grimsborough PD Mama. She will treat everyone like they are her child and no one can say otherwise.

Headcanon for Samuel King: He had kept his eye on Jones since he was in 8th Grade and swore to take jones under his wing after Jones’s father died. It kinda worked.

Headcanon for Jones: He used to be a Delinquent back in 8th Grade and was constantly in trouble with the police. You can ask Ramirez; Grace and Nathan; They will tell you Stories.

Headcanon for Ramirez: He is actually a really great cook; He has gained Tony’s respect when it comes to cooking.

Headcanon for Tony: When Tony was in jail after killing Salvador; he was praised by other inmates for killing a Woman beater. It made Tony feel better for what he did.

Headcanon for Rupert: He views Amir not just as his trainee but also his own son. He has always been there to teach Amir things and has been there to support him through the roughest of times.

Headcanon for Amy: (Kinda Canon) She is a Complete Clutz; She slips all the time. She even trips over her own two feet and the team thinks it’s on purpose. (Until they look at Frank and see he’s the same).

Headcanon for Frank #2: Frank legally adopted Amy as his daughter after he divorced Karen and married Roxie.

Headcanon for Tony #2: Emilio (Tony’s Bio son) hates him with a passion and tried to kill him (Case 36 of the conspiracy) but all that happened is that Tony got severe burns but he lived, Instead his son got the brunt of the disaster and became the victim.