#&&. greatest mind of his age (holmes)

[zingaplanet]

Letters to Juliet but make it letters to Holmes. When I went to Baker Street, the museum there boasted a vast collection of handwritten letters from people all over the world, of all ages from children to seniors, men and women, from as early as the 1800s all the way to 2020 who wrote to Holmes and Watson with their problems, as they believed the consulting detective and the good doctor still live in 221b.

Holmes has been asked for help with cases from trivialities of one's lives to international incidents. The governmental address holder received so many letters that they decided to hire a secretary to reply to these letters for almost more than 100 years now. ''Mr. Holmes has been asked to help with Watergate and Irangate, to solve the murder of Olaf Palme, the Swedish Prime Minister, and find lost homework to prove to the teacher that the student really did it,” Holmes’s secretary Nikki Caparn told The New York Times in 1989. 

They say a fictional character is only as real as those who believe them to be. Holmes is a centurion enigma, a man who never lives yet is never outlived. With every letter written to him, every story of his a child discover, every actor's new interpretation of him, every rewriting of his life, he is reborn.

Sherlock Holmes is one of the oldest characters mankind has known that has constantly graced our books, tv, the big screen continuously for more than 100 years. Research shows that his character has been so constantly redeveloped that the 'true' Sherlock Holmes, no longer exist. He is, whoever you want him to be in your head, the greatest mind of his era, the drug addict, the good doctor's friend, the cold-hearted bastard, the deer-stalker detective, or any stranger you pass on the street. But who's to say that what's in our heads isn't real?

Our consulting detective knows no one yet is known by everyone. Through centuries, through time, he lives on and on and on...

[alynnl]

hmm...001 for Yuujin x Herlock, and 002 for our girl Susato

001 for HomuMiko (Sholmes x Mikotoba)

When I started shipping it if I did: That final case. When they did the dance of deduction together I was absolutely sold! They were in perfect sync with their movements and their thoughts. A phenomenal moment!

My thoughts: I loved the twist that Mikotoba was Sholmes’s partner in crime solving. It just makes him all that more important to the story. And these two can be both fun and serious when the situation calls for it! Also because they trusted one another with a very important secret, Iris Wilson is alive and well and seems to have a relatively happy life as Sholmes’s adopted daughter. I’m sure these two saved more lives with their deductions too.

What makes me happy about them: They are the Great Ace Attorney’s version of JohnLock! What’s not to love? They really bring out the best in each other when they put their minds together. The fondness is there too and it’s just so warm!

What makes me sad about them: I’ll state the obvious in that they’re separated by geography. Mikotoba lives in Japan, and Sholmes lives in England. And if we go by ACD Holmes canon, that means they’ll both have to live through WW I. But since the original Holmes and Watson survive The Great War in the short story “His Last Bow” then it’s very likely that Sholmes and Mikotoba will too.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I’ll be honest and say I don’t have the time or energy to read much fanfic, TGAA fic included. But it would annoy me if either of them got killed off for obviously cheap drama. Because they both avoided the Mentor Occupational Hazard and deserve to live into old age!

Things I look for in fanfic: If I were to go looking for fanfic, I’d probably want more of them solving mysteries. I’d also want soft domesticity, and maybe even family time with their daughters. A family portrait with Yujin, Sholmes, Susato and Iris needs to happen!

Who I’d be comfortable with them ending up with, if not each other: For Sholmes, I could either see him with Ryunosuke because of how well they deduced together or Barok van Zieks partially for how they would argue like an old married couple, and also for their shared interest of co-parenting/helping raise Iris.

For Yujin it’s harder to say. Maybe if Jigoku hadn’t made his canon mistakes I could see them together. But we all know he’d rather have Ayame still be alive. :(

My Happily Ever After for them: When they get old, they retire from crime solving. After Iris is grown and married, Sholmes retires to the countryside having grown weary from city life in London. He and Yujin exchange letters at first, and then Yujin comes for an unexpected visit out of the blue. He’s been doing a lot of traveling since leaving his job at the university, and wonders if Sholmes will go with him to see the world.

Sholmes happily accepts and they go on to see many interesting places, meeting interesting people, and sometimes finding one of a kind souvenirs to send to their family and friends. When the years go by they eventually end up staying in Sholmes’s countryside home, where they write pages and pages about their adventures that will be remembered long after they’re gone.

Who is the big spoon/little spoon: Sholmes is the big spoon. He’s the more cuddly of the two of them.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity: Solving mysteries, anywhere and everywhere. It could be as trivial as one of Iris’s missing teacups or as important as the case of The Naval Treaty. If there are clues to be followed, they’ll find out what they mean!

002 for Susato Mikotoba

How I feel about this character: She’s the greatest judicial assistant in the world! Seriously, she’s awesome. I like her book smarts and her attention to detail. She’s tough and will throw anyone with a Susato Takedown, but she also has her soft, empathetic side that I like to see. She’s the definition of “silk hiding steel” and will stand up to anyone when she has to.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I’ll be honest and say I don’t really romantically ship her? I just didn’t see any romantic chemistry between her and anyone else. I know that GinaSusa, SusaRei and RyuSusa are all ships I’ve seen. Whatever floats your boat I guess, but to me Susato seems to have other priorities than romance at the moment.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: With Ryunosuke. They are legal partners and slowly become good friends! Their bond is natural and withstands a lot of adversity that they each face, both separately and together. They can count on one another. That’s exactly what friends are for!

My unpopular opinion about this character: Susato doesn��t necessarily need to become a lawyer. She went on the study trip to become a judicial assistant, and I could picture her staying on that path. In the Ace Attorney franchise, the legal assistants are just as important as the lawyers and their contributions are invaluable.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with the character in canon: I would have liked to know more about her home life and the grandmother she lived with. Was her grandmother strict, or was she kind, possibly a mixture of both? Does Susato write poetry or do calligraphy? Let me know about her hobbies! (Maybe some of this was covered and I overlooked it through.)

My OTP: Not really with a person. But Susato x Literature is definitely canon though

My crossover ship: Not any I can think of at the moment.

A headcanon fact: The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles is split into chapters because Susato wrote a book about those events in her life. The book was a best-seller, and a treasured family heirloom that was passed down to her descendants in the modern days of the first Phoenix Wright trilogy.

[floweringgodhead]

Caspar David Friedrich, "Seashore by Moonlight"

"I am, I thought, a tragedy; a character that he comes to see act: now and then he gives me my cue that I may make a speech more to his purpose: perhaps he is already planning a poem in which I am to figure. I am a farce and play to him, but to me this is all dreary reality: he takes all the profit and I bear all the burth."

-- Mary Shelley, Matilda

Percy, cmon bro cmon your kids are dead, you haven't reared one, and your wife's feeling like this, this?

A couple years ago when I read Charlotte Gordon's Romantic Outlaws (I think there are accuracy issues with the book but I still really enjoyed reading it) at the point where after Percy's death Mary struggles to sift through his journals, his papers, his scribbles, his drawings, so she can produce a critical edition of his work; Gordon mentions how this was likely the first time Mary read the poems Percy wrote following the deaths of their children (but particularly after William's death, his favorite and thus the more pained ones); some of them were more specific to the children but many were about the larger scale of the experience of mourning and underscored Mary's emotional withdrawal from him. The indication is that Mary must have felt not only anguished at discovering the thoughts their relationship was too strained for her husband to have voiced to her but that the poems made her regretful (Richard Holmes made similar claims in The Pursuit during one of his strange, anti-Mary interpretations of Shelley's life: "oh that thinking woman's going to rue being mean to poor Percy so bad") for how she treated him, andddd this quote has got me thinking about that.

I have two thoughts: (1 even if scholars enjoy analyzing her work contextually with her life -- to the same utmost degree they study other romantic writers this way -- Mary herself viewed biographical interpretation of her work as futile, that such readings were incompatible with her purposes. In a letter she says, "I am a great enemy to the prevailing custom of dragging private life before the world." Given that, it's perfectly reasonable, and respectable, to read this as more a beautiful example of the aesthetics of grief and suffering than a personal revelation, and she was one of the greatest stylists of our time so there's no arguing that that would've somehow been beyond her power. But that doesn't stop us from speculating and (2, I'm wondering if maybe this passage could reveal another possibility of Mary's reaction to the poems than what Gordon offers. It had to have hurt. She lost almost everyone she loved at a heartbreakingly young age and would mourn Percy for the rest of her life, but I wonder if she might not have felt so much shock (which is what many suggest) as her expectations met. If we do read this quote biographically, it shows that she knows how Percy worked, how he processed his emotions -- she wouldn't have been surprised to discover then that he's using his personal experience, and hers, to write poetry. I.e., she's grieving so that means that "perhaps he is already planning a poem in which I am to figure."

But it could also just show that, as an artist, she knows how the mind of one works and the lengths they go to for inspiration -- who knows

This has all mostly been to say that Matilda, like all of her non-Frankenstein works, is painfully underappreciated and everyone should go read it right now

[buffyfan145]

I still find it sad that Anti-Haladriel fans claim our ship is non-existent, when it's Tolkien Canon that despite how powerful Galadriel became, Sauron still could have conquered Lotherien, but only if he did it himself. And what did the power-hungry Dark Lord do instead? He built a castle beside Lotherien and kept trying to convince Gal to let him back into her mind. How does that even make sense from a tactical standpoint when she was supposedly his greatest adversary? It doesn't: The only logical thing is Sauron's feelings for Galadriel caused him to want her to accept him willingly. He couldn't use force against her without losing her entirely.

I know and it's not just anti-Haladriel fans but still those purists who hate everything about the show and all involved with it. I've had to block so many on here, Twitter, and other sites but thankfully I rarely see it now so I think I got most of the main ones. LOL They're just going to have to get used to it now as this show is out there and always will be for the rest of our lives and beyond. They don't have to consider it cannon but there a lot of us, including me, that do and will. And like we've all been saying this show just adds to things, especially for Sauron and Galadriel. That whole thing of him being that close to her for a good chuck of the 3rd Age does come off real stalkery or obsessive ex-boyfriend like. LOL Also for the theory of him being Celebrían's real dad that fits too as it was also much closer to Rivendell too and I've witnessed things like this with my cousins, aunt, and uncles when they split up and kids are involved. And neither of them attacked each other while he was there like you said. It just makes so much more sense this way.

Do wonder if we'll ever live to see LOTR actually become public domain as then there will be so many different adaptations and things just like how it is for "Sherlock Holmes", Jane Austen's novels, and so many other classic stories. Then they'll for sure have to get used to it. LOL

ETA: As of now the LOTR books will start going into the public domain in most countries including here in the US in 2044 so got about 21 years. :)

[kingofthewebxxx]

Doctor Who Verse {the corruption at heart}:

A series of strange and unexplained occurrences made up the life of the consulting criminal. Whilst he was already monitored by organisations such as UNIT for hacking and blackmailing the organisation as well as selling stolen alien artefacts; he was never a high priority considering how some of the world’s greatest minds were already onto him. Wanting to get into their Archives for some information they were rather eager to hide from the world he infiltrated the building himself, having studied the schematics, character profiles as well as other sources for months. Taking the identity of an operative he bypassed the security measures and gained access, as he got closer he started to hear what could only be described as a Giggle, it got louder and louder until he got closer to a nearby computer system. As the sound rang in his ears his life flashed before his eyes as well as the figure of the Toymaker, he had been adopted at birth when the entity created a child, but his so-called parents had lost a game of cards with him so instead of a path out of their financial difficulties they had to bear a great danger to humanity into the world.

Enraged and even more confused about his life he took what he came for and was about to leave when he was taken in by UNIT soldiers and imprisoned. He had felt an awakening within him, his hidden powers making themselves known, within hours he had been released from his cell as well as a few others, the UNIT soldiers seemingly having gone mad, wishing the facilities of UNIT for themselves, allowing him to make his escape as well as gaining some agents. Returning to base to reflect whilst dealing with his turmoil he ran some tests, discovering that his proximity affected the brain, the Toymaker had told him he would be the corruption of humanity, and with what else he had shown him he put together that perhaps what his presence did, corrupted others. It sounded slightly far-fetched at first but he soon realised he was the embodiment of corruption, all his life, his parents were corrupt, he was corrupt and even without his criminal life spreading it, there was more evidence to suggest he was different.

The consulting criminal had been born on Riot Lane, a seemingly silly name for a road, yet also a potential result of corruption, and riots. Thinking back to his games with Sherlock before he faked his ‘death’ he had taken the name, Richard Brooke, this sounds similar to the word Reichenbach, whilst this is related to the falls in Germany it could also be taken as more symbolic meaning, at the time he had used it as an anagram to relate to the fall of Sherlock Holmes, Jim started to think what if that hadn’t been a coincidence after all couldn’t it also relate to the fall of an individual. Hating how his perception of his own life changed so quickly he was brutal and almost at breaking point. He remembered an incident in his life when a sniper shot him in the abdomen, yet the bullet seemed to miss key organs and instead passed through his back. He found it agonising that although he had grown perhaps he was doomed to continue this dreary existence whilst everything else remained the change, he felt anger towards the Toymaker for doing this to him and for all the lies. However, Jim started to regain himself and believed that perhaps he could take his games to the next level with his seemingly growing powers, what if the possibilities were endless?

Other powers:

Corruption knows no bounds:

Later on will be able to pass through surfaces, such as walls

Ageing/ immortality:

James grew as a human because corruption grows with time, however, since discovering his powers whilst he may be able to change his appearance in the future he cannot be killed as an entity

Morphing:

At times his words as actions can take on a physical form, for example, the words leaving his lips take the form of spiders crawling into the ears and therefore minds of listeners. If James knows their worst fear then it tends to take that form.

Physical corruption:

If he so wishes he can corrupt an object through touch. For example he could make iron rust, a ripe apple become rotten.

Computational corruption:

With the right amount of concentration and knowledge of the system, he can take over a computer system almost like a virus, his eyes turning a dense blue and if one looks closely enough, symbols of coding may flash in his eyes

More may be added with time

Weaknesses:

Isolating him from those he can corrupt makes him frustrated as well as weakens his powers since he cannot use them. Covering his mouth so he cannot use his silver tongue to get into the minds of others is also an effective solution. The Corrupter can be trapped inside a room or cell if it gives off electromagnetic pulses since it distorts his ability to change the physical properties of materials.

More TBA with time

Affiliated:

arcanescholxr:

With seemingly coincidental meetings with the doctor’s companion Dwight, the witch’s familiar sensed something strange about the consulting criminal

thecockysniper:

The loyal Sebastian Moran is still at his side after all this time. With his new powers, he finds a way to make the sniper his guardian with abilities of his own

asrielbelacquaaaa:

Knowing the secret dealings the UNIT agent gets up to. He views him as a client as well as a potential tool should the need arise, blackmail is always an option…

malumxsubest:

With his new found power he goes to his friend and fellow entity Amelia Hart for guidance on his growing powers.

[enheriter]

[ jacob anderson, he/him, cisgender man ] — was that ALOYSIUS PONSONBY? the THIRTY-ONE year old is the DUKE of OXFORD, how exciting to see them this season! rumors have it they are EXPRESSIVE and PRODIGIOUS, but i’ve heard they are MELANCHOLIC and LETHARGIC as well — maybe that’s why they’ve been called the VIRTUOSO. I have even heard that HE PAYS OFF NEWSPAPERS TO WRITE ABOUT HIS WORKS — only time will tell.

QUICK FACTS.

NAME:  aloysius  weatherall  ponsonby  NICKNAME:  aloysius  AGE:  thirty-one  PLACE OF BIRTH:  oxford,  england    NATIONALITY:  british  GENDER:  cisgender  man  PRONOUNS:  he/him  ORIENTATION:  bisexual  RELIGION:  anglican  PARENTS:  erskine  st.  clair  ponsonby  (  duke  of  oxford  )  &  felicity  prudence    (  duchess  of  oxford  )   LANGUAGES:  english,  french  (  fluent  )  german,  italian  (  conversational  )  spanish  (  basic  )  EDUCATION:  oxford  university  OCCUPATION:  duke,    aka none,    aka  amateur composer  HOBBIES:  music,  opera,  travelling,  art,  being rich,  gambling   LABEL  the  virtuoso

PARALLELS  

asuka  langley  (  neon  genesis  evangelion  )    camille  preaker  (  sharp  objects  )    lestat  de  lioncourt  (  interview  with  the  vampire  )    sherlock  holmes  (  arthur  conan  doyle  )

HISTORY.

tl;dr  stage mom wreaks havoc on her child’s life and said child continues doing what he’s always been told to do because there is literally.  nothing else. 

aka  asuka  langley  if  she  was  an  industry  plant  tw   for  ableism,  mental health issues,  unhealthy  familial  dynamics,  parental  death

sometimes  life  unravels  in  but  a  moment;    sometimes  life  unravels  through  a  slow  decay  charted  over  the  course  of  a  lifetime.    your  father  was  the  first,    your  mother  the  second:    you  will  never  know  the  details,    but  you  slowly  come  to  learn    —    through  hints,    through  riddles,    through  something  that  beats  in  the  hollow  of  your  chest    —    that  there  is  a  sickness  running  thick  in  your  blood,    a  sickness  that  took  your  father  away  from  you  for  your  safety  and  made  your  mother  the  only  parental  figure  you’ve  ever  known,    a  sickness  that  will  one  day  rear  its  ugly  head    (  so  your  mother  says  )    and  ruin  everything  that  you’ve  come  to  know.

it  is  difficult  to  live  life  as  a  curse,    but  you  do.    it  is  difficult  to  live  life  as  something  closer  to  a  burden  than  an  heir,    but  you  do.    father  is  a  figure  who  convalesces  in  seaside  towns  where  the  air  might  do  him  some  good,    a  summertime  figure  whose  face  grows  stranger  with  every  passing  of  the  year,    until  one  day  you  come  to  him  in  his  chair    —    and  he  is  talking,    as  he  always  does,    about    THE  MUSIC  DO  YOU  HEAR  IT    —    and  you  realise  that  you  don’t  know  this  man  at  all.    that  perhaps  you  never  did.    that  perhaps  the  man  whom  your  mother  says  you  are  a  reflection  of  is  but  a  husk  of  flesh  covering  up  void.    and  if  you’re  his  reflection,    then  what  does  that  make  you?

your  mother  does  nothing  so  uncouth  as  to  ban    THE  MUSIC    in  your  house.    her  cruelty  runs  far  stronger,    far  wiser:    she  makes  you  learn  it  under  the  auspices  of  the  finest  tutors,    the  greatest  musicians.    you  cannot  help  but  think  perhaps  she  is  fixing  your  father  through  you,    but  you  do  not  mind  it.    maybe  you’d  try  to  fix  your  father  as  well,    but  all  you  really  want  to  do  is  to  sit  besides  him  while  he  looks  towards  the  shore  and  asks  you    DO  YOU  HEAR  IT    tells  you    IT  IS  EVERYWHERE    and  you  will  look  at  the  horizon.    you  will  feel  the  wind  in  your  hair.    you  will  come  to  think  that  maybe  your  mother’s  right,    that  your  father’s  sickness  is  in  you,    because  this  is  the  moment  you  will  realise:    IT  IS  EVERYWHERE.

(    you  just  don’t  know  what  it  is.  )

but  where  your  father  fears  its  presence  and  where  your  mother  ignores  it  and  pretends  everything  is  alright,    you  simply  let  it  dwell  where  it  dwells.    and  it  dwells  in  this:    when  you  hear  mozart’s  lacrimosa  for  the  first  time,    you  cry  a  little  because  you  think  nothing  could  ever  possibly  compare.    that  life  is  but  a  lead-up  to  this:    you,    sitting  in  your  darkly  lit  box,    listening  to  a  choir  of  singers  lament  for  a  guilty  man,    asking  begging  pleading    have  mercy  on  him  have  mercy  on  him  grant  him  eternal  rest.      and  then  there’s  a  message  the  very  next  morning  telling  you  and  your  mother  that  your  father  died  in  his  sleep,    the  very  same  moment  tears  were  flowing  down  your  cheeks  at  the  idea  of  absolution.    you  do  not  believe  as  he  did,    but  in  that  moment  you  send  out  a  thought.    a  prayer.    do  you  hear  it  now,    father?

this,    the  greatest  tragedy  of  your  life:    you  do  not  hear    THE    MUSIC    the  same  way  your  father  did    —    something  you  have  to  be  thankful  for,    according  to  your  mother,    and  you  do  as  your  mother  commands    —    but  you  do  not  hear  music  the  same  way  all  those  expensive  tutors  and  practitioners  and  helpful  assistants  ever  do.    this,    the  realisation  you  had  to  face  sometime  during  your  early  twenties,    when  your  mother  smiles  at  you  for  the  first  time  you  remember  her  doing,    and  it’s  because  she’s  finally  going  to  be  rid  of  you:    you  do  not  have  the  same  passion,    not  really.    and  when  i  say  passion,    i  mean  passion  for  just  about  everything.    not  just  music.    not  just  composing.    your  father.    his  life.    your  life.    life  itself.   

think  this  once,    and  then  never  again:    you  lack  a  passion  for  life.

still  the  conductor  motions  for  the  orchestra  to  play  on,    and  lack  of  passion  isn’t  really  a  reason  to  stop  doing  what  you’re  good  at.    and  what  is  important  here  is  that  you  absolutely  cannot  think  that  thought  again,    because  if  you  do  then  what  is  this  all  for?    a  stray  note  risks  losing  the  structure,    and  a  stray  thought  risks  the  collapse  of  everything:    your  personhood,    your  history,    your  entire  being.

you  are  good  at  what  you  do.    the  notes  swells  to  a  crescendo.    the  climax  is  coming.    it’s  just  right  around  the  corner.    you  cannot  stop.    if  you  stop,    then  you  are  lost.    if  you  are  lost,    then  you  are  just  like  your  father.    are  you  ready  to  face  the  music?

WANTED  CONNECTIONS.

fans  of  his  works  which  would  be  funny  as  hell  bc  he  couldn’t  possibly  care  less  about  it  but.  hey.  that’s  all  he  has  to  show  for  his  whole  entire  personhood  so.  thanks  for  your  appreciation!  and  in  complete  reverse  of  this:    people  who  know  he’s  an  industry  plant  and  like.    kinda  make  fun  of  him  for  it?    

broken  betrothals  aplenty.    i  think  he’s  developed  a  sort  of  reputation  as  being  a  tortured  artist  (ZZZZZ  BORING!)  over  the  years:    taciturn,    unpredictable.    these  broken  betrothals  have  definitely  helped  in  popularising  this  ‘image’    (read:  he’s  just  depressed  lmao)    but  have  also  definitely  Not  helped  his  reputation  as  being  a  dependable  ‘match’

fellow  patrons/appreciators/makers  of  the  arts,    both  performing  arts  and  like.    paintings  and  stuff  ig.    he  doesn’t  have  any  siblings  to  mind  the  financial  cares  of,    so  he  just  kinda  throws  his  money  at  art.    he  technically  has  a  growing  private  collection  of.  Stuff  at  home.  exact  details  tbd  but  it’s  probably  garish  as  HELLLLL

someone  he  went  on  a  grand  tour  of  europe  with!    or  maybe  not  even  that  but  people  he  just  kinda  bumps  shoulders  with  in  whatever  swiss  alpine  spa  towns  there  are  in  the  world.

fellow  ‘intellectuals’  ig??  he’s  oxford-educated  bc  duh  home  pride  lezzgo  but  also  gotta  be  real:    he  cares  less  abt  the  discussions  abt  ‘the  true,  the  good,  and  the  beautiful’  and  more  about  GAMBLING

people  he’s  currently  being  matched  with  in  the  gossip  rags  of  19c  england.    or  like  even  just  the  grapevine  lmfao.    could  be  as  grounded  in  truth  or  as  groundless  as  we  want  it  to  be,    but  it’ll  be  fun  to  play  out  a  sort  of  comedy  of  errors  for  this  whole  shebang.    bonus  points  if  this  actually  ends  up  with  them  being  actually  betrothed.    bonus  points  if  they’re  actually.    gasp.    in  love  w  each  other

people  he  offended  bc  he  is  Annoyingly  Rich  n  privileged  n  he’s  oxford  educated  so  he  thinks  he’s  automatically  the  Smartest  Person  in  any  given  room  (unless  that  room  is  filled  with  oxford  graduates  as  well)  and  he.    kinda  but  not  really.    doesn’t  have  a  filter?    mainly  bc  his  privilege  afforded  him  the  luxury  of  not  rlly  filtering  his  thoughts  lmao

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Do you like the idea of Sherlock vs Dracula ?

Not a huge fan. Personally I don't like putting Sherlock Holmes in a fantasy setting. I understand why it's a popular subject though. World's greatest detective vs. the world's greatest (or at least most infamous) monster. The battle for the ages. Who doesn't like seeing a skeptic get his mind thoroughly altered when faced with what they believed to be impossible.

Still, when it comes to Holmes, I think he shines best when given the chance to face more mundane mysteries, for lack of a better word. I like him with his boots to the ground, listening to scared women and working class folk who the police don't pay attention to. Holmes doesn't need anything more fantastical than that. Might just be me though.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Rpg Anon: I've been a bit relatively moody lately and that's why I haven't done the class 77 Personas research lately. I still intend on doing it but still. Regardless, mod, if you have the time, what Personas do you imagine Makoto's class to have?

We already established Sayaka to have Miss Crane/The Crane Wife and Sakura to have Hercules but any thoughts you have of everyone else? Class 78 so far has the themes of their Personas not particularly being gods but more characters of popular stories and folklore.

P.s. if you want to give Kyoko Sherlock Holmes than you're gonna have to justify it cuz that's a bit too easy and direct.

//Hey, so I'm really sorry I got late to this. I'm sorry you've had some rough days and I apologize for not getting to this sooner.

//And then when I tried to do it last night, my internet provider went down right in the middle of it, so that pissed me off as you might imagine.

//It just took me a while to think about it, but I do think I've got some answers. Note that I'm not completely sure about all of them, I decided a lot of these based on the theme of, as you said, popular stories and characters from folklore.

//I'll try my best to explain each one.

Makoto - Antar: Antarah ibn Shaddad al-Absi, also known as Antar, was a pre-Islamic African-Arab knight and poet, famous for both his poetry and his adventurous life. I'm very wishy-washy on this one, but ultimately I focused on the fact that he started out as a slave before he became a knight, channeling his hopes and dreams to reach where he got to.

Sayaka - The Crane Wife: For reasons we have already established. However, I do wish it had a better, or more official name.

Junko - Nyarlathotep: A fictional character created by H. P. Lovecraft. The character is a malign deity in the Cthulhu Mythos, a shared universe. First appearing in Lovecraft's 1920 prose poem "Nyarlathotep", he was later mentioned in other works by Lovecraft and by other writers. He is also the main antagonist of Persona 1 and 2, and was picked for reasons already established.

Hina - Maximus: Maximus Decimus Meridius was the commander of the Armies of the North and the Felix Legions under the Roman Empire. The greatest general of Rome during the 2nd century AD, he served loyally under Emperor Marcus Aurelius during his Twelve Year Campaign against the Germanic tribes at Vindobona in Germania. I picked this one because he's also the main character of the film Gladiator, a film about warrior sports, which fits Hina's sport related talent, her competitive nature, and her determination to see things through to the end. That said, this is by far the one I am the most unsure of, and wouldn't mind a second opinion.

Chihiro - Mulan: A legendary folk heroine from the Northern and Southern dynasties era of Chinese history. According to legend, Mulan took her aged father's place in the conscription for the army by disguising herself as a man. While I do think there could be alternatives, I ultimate focused on the similarity between Mulan and Chihiro's stories, where they disguise themselves as the opposite gender. Mulan does so to protect others while Chihiro did to protect himself, but ultimate came into his own to embrace his identity.

Sakura - Hercules: For reasons established. The strongest man in history serving as the Persona of the strongest woman in the world.

Toko - Maleficent: In PToH Toko obviously has Barrow, but that's more to fit with Komaru and them being a duo. In an alternative world, this Persona is based on a fictional character who appears as the main antagonist in Walt Disney Productions' 16th animated feature film, Sleeping Beauty (1959). She is represented as an evil fairy and the self-proclaimed "Mistress of All Evil" who, after not being invited to a christening, curses the infant Princess Aurora to "prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die" before the sun sets on Aurora's sixteenth birthday. However, more recent iterations of her character, such as her 2014 standalone movie puts the character into a much different light, revealing that she was once a kind-hearted fairy, who is deceived by the love of her life, Stefan; Aurora's father, and she places a curse on her in order to exact revenge. This is similar to how Toko spent a lot of her young childhood being kicked down, manipulated, hurt and betrayed by everyone, which led to the birth of her vengeful and psychotic alter ego, Genocide Jack.

Celeste - Jeanne d'Arc: A patron saint of France, honored as a defender of the French nation for her role in the siege of Orléans and her insistence on the coronation of Charles VII of France during the Hundred Years' War. Claiming to be acting under divine guidance, she became a military leader who transcended gender roles and gained recognition as a savior of France. Celeste (at least in the dub) poses as a French girl for the majority of her time in the game, and has a very similar empowaring, intellectual, yet also spiteful nature to Jeanne d'Arc.

Hifumi - Māui: A great culture hero and trickster in Polynesian mythology. Tales of Māui's exploits and adventures are told throughout most of Polynesia; they can be traced back as far west as islands off New Guinea. Some exploits common to most Polynesian traditions are stealing fire for humans from the underworld, fishing up islands with his magical hook, and capturing the Sun to lengthen the days. He's the kind of hero and righteous person Hifumi aspires to be, though the demigod is also a trickster, which can hint to how he can be sinister when he needs to be. Honestly not totally sure about this one either though, I'm just spitting.

Kyoko - Robin Hood: No, I didn't go for Sherlock, as obvious as it is. A famous English outlaw usually associated with the motto "Steal from the rich, give to the poor". According to legend, he was a highly skilled archer and swordsman. Robin Hood is also the initial Persona of Goro Akechi from Persona 5, who is also a detective. Though Robin Hood is a fake Persona used to mask Akechi's true sinister nature, Kyoko has no such sinister nature, and her sense of justice and nature of finding the truth and exposing the corruption, despair and lies, is genuine, and this Persona makes sense. Plus, I kind of really want to see a female version of Persona's Robin Hood, since I love it's design.

Mondo - Leonidas: a king of the Greek city-state of Sparta, and the 17th of the Agiad line, a dynasty which claimed descent from the mythical demigod Heracles. Leonidas entered myth as a hero and the leader of the 300 Spartans. The 300 Spartans and their successes served as my main reason to give this to Mondo, as they're a very similar concept to the Crazy Diamond Biker Gang that he leads.

Taka - Odysseus: In Greek and Roman mythology Odysseus is a legendary Greek king of Ithaca and the hero of Homer's epic poem the Odyssey. He was also the original creator of the infamous Trojan Horse. I picked this because it relates to Taka's desire to be a leader, a public figure, a hero, and someone people can depend on.

Byakuya - Arthur: Legendary British warlord/king said to have united the Britons against the Germanic invaders, with the support of the Knights of Camelot. He is also the protagonist of a folk tale where he pulls a sword from a stone, which decides his fate to be the newest English king. This is primarily why I picked this, as whether it was through fate or effort, Byakuya views himself as a chosen one, and that he earned the right to stand above everybody.

Leon - Siegfried: The legendary dragon-slaying hero in Nibelungenlied from German mythology. Both characters share the trait of being heroic figures who have accomplished greatness, but died as a result of their own misgivings as opposed to in battle or elsewhere better. Honestly, this one is a stretch though, so I wouldn't mind a second opinion.

Mukuro - Yog-Sothoth: A fictional cosmic entity and Outer God created by H. P. Lovecraft. He, like Nyarlathotep, Junko's Persona, is a core part of the Cthulhu Mythos (which Lovecraft would refer to facetiously as "Yog-Sothothery"). Born of the Nameless Mist, he is the progenitor of Cthulhu, Hastur the Unspeakable, and the ancestor of the Voormi. Though not siblings, both Nyarlathotep and Yog-Sothoth are offsprings of Azathoth, creating a familial connection between Junko and Mukuro's Persona's, but still having Junko be the more superior of the two.

Hiro - Twm Siôn Cati: a figure in Welsh folklore, known for being robber and trickster, nicknamed the Welsh Wizard. The character has many tall tales, and the Welsh Wizard title is in reference to both Hiro's scamming money-grubbing nature, his susceptibility to fall for traps and misadventures, and his talent of a fortune teller, which is mystical in it's own way.

//Again, a lot of these need work, I'm really unsure about most of them, but I am equally as proud of some of them.

-Mod

[alewar]

The Top 10 Works of Alan Moore That Changed the Comic Book Industry

Alan Moore is a British writer who has made a significant impact on the comic book industry. His unique writing style and character development skills have earned him worldwide recognition. Here are ten of his most noteworthy works that have contributed to the evolution of the comic book medium.

Watchmen (1986-1987): This groundbreaking graphic novel tells the story of a group of superheroes in a dystopian world. Moore's meticulous writing and Dave Gibbons' stunning artwork combine to create a masterpiece that redefined the comic book genre.

V for Vendetta (1982-1985): Set in a totalitarian future where the government reigns supreme, V for Vendetta is a political thriller that explores themes of freedom and rebellion. Moore's captivating storytelling and David Lloyd's striking visuals make this a must-read for anyone interested in political philosophy.

Swamp Thing (1984-1987): Moore's run on Swamp Thing transformed the character from a B-list monster into a sophisticated, philosophical work of art. His writing and Stephen Bissette's haunting artwork created a gothic masterpiece that set new standards for horror comics.

From Hell (1989-1996): From Hell is a graphic novel that delves deep into the psyche of one of history's most infamous killers: Jack the Ripper. Moore's extensive research and Eddie Campbell's evocative illustrations make this a chilling and unforgettable read.

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (1999-2019): This series features famous characters from classic literature, such as Dracula, Sherlock Holmes, and Captain Nemo. Moore's ingenuity and Kevin O'Neill's detailed illustrations create a unique, entertaining, and thought-provoking work.

Miracleman (1982-1989): Moore's groundbreaking run on Miracleman deconstructed the superhero genre and redefined it for a new era. His writing, alongside artists such as Alan Davis and John Totleben, created a modern masterpiece that explored complex themes like mortality, power, and the human condition.

Promethea (1999-2005): Promethea is a fantastical journey that explores the intersection of magic, imagination, and creativity. Moore's philosophical insights and J.H. Williams III's stunning artwork create a unique, innovative work that is a feast for the eyes and mind.

Supreme (1992-1996): Alan Moore's run on Supreme revitalized the character and paid homage to the golden age of superhero comics. His writing, alongside artists like Rick Veitch and Joe Bennett, created a clever, self-aware work that celebrated the medium's history while pushing it forward.

Tom Strong (1999-2006): Tom Strong is a love letter to pulp fiction and classic science fiction, with a twist. Moore's writing, alongside artists like Chris Sprouse and Alan Weiss, creates a charming and delightful world that evokes the spirit of old-fashioned adventure stories.

Top 10 (1999-2001): Top 10 is a police procedural set in a city where almost everyone has superpowers. Moore's writing, alongside artist Gene Ha, creates a world filled with vivid characters and a rich history. The series explores complex themes such as power dynamics, social inequality, and morality, all while maintaining a sense of humor and fun. It's a unique and entertaining read that stands out in the superhero genre.

 Alan Moore's works have had a lasting impact on the comic book medium, and his contributions will be remembered for years to come. His ability to tell complex stories that explore deep themes while creating compelling characters and innovative worlds has earned him a place among the greatest comic book writers of all time. His works are a must-read for anyone interested in the possibilities of the comic book medium.

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Veil of Shadows - Featuring Sherlock Holmes & The Golden Age Sandman (FanFic)

Title: "Veil of Shadows"

Chapter 1: The Fog of New York

The year was 1934, and New York City was no stranger to mystery or the macabre. Beneath its glittering skyline, the city's underbelly churned with crime, secrets, and shadows. In a world where heroes wore masks, and villains were more than just figments of the night, one man stood as a symbol of relentless justice: The Sandman, Wesley Dodds. Dressed in his iconic gas mask and fedora, his presence was as eerie as the dreams he interpreted, haunting those who committed evil.

On this evening, Wesley stood at the foot of the Queensboro Bridge, his eyes locked on the murky waters of the East River. His latest vision—fragmented images of blood, a looming shadow, and a figure with a blade—had been haunting him for nights. There was something disturbingly familiar about the sensation that clung to his waking hours. He inhaled sharply, feeling the creeping tension of a mystery yet untold.

But tonight, he wasn’t alone.

Beside him, impeccably dressed in a tweed suit that seemed to belong to another time, stood Sherlock Holmes. The world’s greatest detective, somehow alive and well in the 20th century, his ageless eyes scanning the same horizon. Wesley had always been skeptical of the stories. Sherlock Holmes was a legend, a figure of Victorian lore—yet here he was, as real as the city around them.

“I see the same fog hangs over your mind as it does this city, Mr. Dodds,” Holmes said in a crisp tone, his voice carrying the weight of years of deduction and insight. “But this fog is no natural occurrence. It clouds the truth, obscuring a darkness that has yet to fully reveal itself.”

Wesley nodded, feeling a strange kinship with this man who, like him, had dedicated his life to the pursuit of justice. Their paths had crossed only a few days ago, when whispers in the criminal underworld hinted at a killer moving through the city. But this killer wasn't just anyone.

It was Jack the Ripper.

Chapter 2: An Ageless Terror

The first murder had been dismissed by the police as the act of a crazed copycat. A young woman found disemboweled in an alleyway in Harlem, her body mutilated in ways that echoed the infamous Ripper murders of London in 1888. But Wesley knew better. He had seen the nightmare that had clung to her final moments—a shadowy figure with a knife, moving with purpose and precision. A figure that wasn’t bound by time.

That was when Holmes had appeared in his life. The detective, seemingly unaffected by the passage of time, had followed the Ripper’s trail across continents and decades, always one step behind. He had uncovered clues suggesting that the Ripper was more than a mere man. Something about the Ripper had transcended mortality, as if the evil that fueled him had granted him eternal life.

“I pursued him to America in 1890,” Holmes explained as they walked the darkened streets of Manhattan, the gaslights casting long shadows against the brick walls. “But he vanished into the ether. I suspected then that he had some means of traveling undetected, hiding within the currents of history itself.”

Wesley’s mind was racing. Could it be that the Ripper had been moving through time, committing murders in different eras, always eluding capture? And now he was here, in 1930s New York, drawn by the city’s pulsating life and its endless supply of potential victims.

“The clues are already in place,” Holmes continued, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the hunt. “We must act quickly. This killer will not stop unless we stop him.”

Wesley tightened his grip on the gas gun hidden beneath his coat. "I’ve seen him in my dreams, Holmes. He’s different now. More calculating. More… vicious."

"Time has only sharpened his methods," Holmes said grimly. "And we will need every ounce of wit and skill to stop him before he strikes again."

Chapter 3: A Web of Nightmares

They had been following the trail for weeks now, chasing the Ripper through the labyrinthine streets of New York. Each new victim brought them closer, but also revealed the killer's increasing boldness. The Ripper was toying with them, leaving clues in the form of cryptic letters and strange symbols drawn in blood.

It was at the Metropolitan Museum of Art where the final piece of the puzzle began to fall into place. A recent exhibit had drawn in historical artifacts from London, including some that dated back to the time of the Ripper. One of these items, a ceremonial dagger, had caught the attention of both Dodds and Holmes. The dagger bore the same symbols that had been found near the latest murder scenes.

"This isn’t just a man we’re dealing with," Wesley said as they examined the weapon. "It’s something far older, far darker."

Holmes' expression remained stoic, though his eyes betrayed a rare flicker of uncertainty. "Indeed, Mr. Dodds. The Ripper has always been more than a man. He is a symbol, an embodiment of chaos and fear. And symbols, as you well know, are far harder to kill than flesh and blood."

As they prepared for their final confrontation, Wesley couldn’t shake the feeling that this night would be unlike any other. He had faced criminals, thugs, and even the supernatural before, but the Ripper was something else. Something ancient and malevolent. Something that, perhaps, even the combined forces of his and Holmes’ brilliance couldn’t fully comprehend.

But they had no choice. The hunt had to end tonight.

Chapter 4: The Final Curtain

In the shadow of the Empire State Building, they finally cornered the Ripper. The air was thick with tension as Holmes and Wesley approached the figure standing under the dim glow of a streetlamp, his back turned to them. The Ripper’s presence was palpable, a dark cloud of menace that seemed to warp the very fabric of reality around him.

Holmes stepped forward, his voice calm but commanding. “It’s over, Ripper. You have no more places to hide.”

Slowly, the figure turned, revealing a face that was both familiar and strange. His eyes were cold, devoid of humanity, and his smile was twisted into something that resembled a sneer. "You think you can stop me? After all these years?" The voice was a low rasp, filled with malice.

Wesley’s hand hovered over his gas gun. "I’ve seen what you do, Ripper. You won’t walk away from this."

The Ripper chuckled, the sound echoing unnaturally in the empty street. "I am more than a man. I am the fear in the hearts of every city, every time. You can no more stop me than you can stop the night itself."

Holmes was unphased, his eyes narrowing in determination. "Every mystery has its solution, Ripper. And you, like all others, will fall to logic and reason."

The final battle was swift and brutal. The Ripper moved with inhuman speed, his blade flashing in the dim light, but Wesley and Holmes fought with a synergy born of mutual respect. Wesley’s gas cloud disoriented the Ripper, slowing his movements, while Holmes’ precise strikes disabled him. In the end, it was Wesley’s knowledge of dreams and nightmares that gave them the upper hand. He had seen this moment in his visions, and he knew the Ripper's weakness—his overconfidence.

With a final, desperate blow, the Ripper fell, his body dissolving into the same shadows from which he had emerged. The nightmare was over.

But as Wesley and Holmes stood in the quiet aftermath, they knew that evil never truly died. It merely waited.

Epilogue: Shadows of Tomorrow

A week had passed since the Ripper’s defeat, but neither Wesley nor Holmes could shake the feeling that something lingered in the air. New York had returned to its usual chaos, but the city's heartbeat seemed slower, more subdued. The Ripper was gone, but the shadows remained.

Holmes, ever the wanderer, prepared to leave once more, his quest for truth never truly finished. Wesley watched him from the shadows, knowing that their paths would cross again. In a city like New York, where dreams and nightmares collided, there would always be another mystery, another danger lurking just out of sight.

And as long as men like Wesley Dodds and Sherlock Holmes walked the streets, justice would always find a way to rise from the darkness.

End.

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*I received a free review copy in exchange for an honest review of this book. 

THE TAINTED CUP by Robert Jackson Bennett follows the trend of the witty, arbitrarily restricted genius of several recent popular iterations of Sherlock Holmes, but with a danger that feels at once too remote and too specific to make a lot of sense to me. I can tell it's aiming for a thing that I don't like, and so I'm not going to finish it. I like banter, I like witty dialogue, but I think I'm finally at a point in my life where I don't like someone explaining to me how smart they are with information I literally had no access to until this moment. The biggest factor in this DNF is I'd started to feel like I wasn't allowed to finish other books until I struggled through this one, and I don't like books that make me feel like I can't or shouldn't read other books. I'm definitely bothered by one character's personality quirk of wearing a blindfold at all times, and treating a refusal to leave her home as an affectation that exists to annoy other people. The narrative calls attention to it but refuses to explain. I don't enjoy being told repeatedly that I don't need to know something, or at least don't get to have it revealed at this time. It doesn't feel mysterious or interesting, just irritating and petty.

Full review at link

[myfrenzi]

Iconic Villains: Movies and Web Series with Memorable Antagonists

Iconic Villains: Movies and Web Series with Memorable Antagonists

The Art of Being Bad

A great villain can make or break a story. They’re the characters we love to hate, and sometimes, we just love to love them. Here are some unforgettable antagonists from the world of OTT entertainment:

1. “Breaking Bad” (2008–2013)

Best Web Series on OTT: Walter White, portrayed by Bryan Cranston, transforms from a mild-mannered chemistry teacher into a ruthless drug lord. His descent into darkness is both captivating and chilling.

2. “Sherlock” (2010–2017)

Best Web Series on OTT: Moriarty, played by Andrew Scott, is Sherlock Holmes’ arch-nemesis. His unpredictable and diabolical mind games make him one of the most iconic villains in modern adaptations.

3. “Stranger Things” (2016-present)

Best Web Series on OTT: The Mind Flayer, a shadowy, otherworldly entity, is the ultimate evil in the “Stranger Things” universe. Its sinister presence adds an extra layer of suspense to the series.

Silver Screen Menaces

Movies have given us some of the most memorable villains in cinematic history. Here are a few that have left a lasting impact:

1. “The Dark Knight” (2008)

Best Web Series on OTT: Heath Ledger’s portrayal of the Joker is legendary. His chaotic and unpredictable nature makes him one of the greatest villains in superhero movies.

2. “The Silence of the Lambs” (1991)

Best Web Series on OTT: Dr. Hannibal Lecter, played by Anthony Hopkins, is a cultured and cannibalistic serial killer. His intellect and eerie charm make him an iconic villain.

3. “No Country for Old Men” (2007)

Best Web Series on OTT: Anton Chigurh, portrayed by Javier Bardem, is a remorseless hitman. His distinctive hairstyle and use of a captive bolt pistol create a chilling presence.

Complex Villains

Sometimes, the best villains are the ones you can empathize with, even if just a little bit:

1. “Game of Thrones” (2011–2019)

Best Web Series on OTT: Jaime Lannister starts as a morally ambiguous character but undergoes a transformation throughout the series. His complexity blurs the lines between hero and villain.

2. “Dexter” (2006–2013)

Best Web Series on OTT: Dexter Morgan is a forensic expert who moonlights as a vigilante serial killer. His code and internal struggles make him a complex antihero.

3. “Black Mirror” (2011-present)

Best Web Series on OTT: In “Black Mirror,” technology often serves as the antagonist, reflecting the dark side of our digital age. It’s a thought-provoking exploration of modern society.

Where to Find Villainy

If you’re eager to dive into these stories and explore the complexities of these iconic villains, you’ll find them on various OTT platforms. Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Prime Video, and HBO Max are just a few places where you can start your journey.

The Villain’s Legacy

Great villains stay with us long after the credits roll. They challenge our heroes, test our moral compass, and make us question the nature of good and evil. So, the next time you’re in the mood for some thrilling drama, don’t forget to explore the best web series on OTT that feature unforgettable antagonists. They might just steal the show!

FAQs

Why are villains so important in storytelling? Villains create conflict and drive the plot forward. They challenge the hero, making their journey more compelling. A great villain adds depth and tension to a story.

Can villains be relatable? Yes, some of the most compelling villains have relatable qualities or tragic backgrounds. This complexity makes them more interesting and human.

Are these series and movies suitable for children? Many of the series and movies mentioned here are intended for mature audiences due to intense themes, violence, or other adult content. Parents should use discretion.

Do these series and movies glorify villains? Not necessarily. While some villains may be charismatic or relatable, their actions are often portrayed as harmful or morally wrong. The stories explore the consequences of their choices.

Can I watch these series and movies for free on OTT platforms? Some OTT platforms offer a limited selection of free content with ads, while others require a subscription or rental fee. Check the specific platform for details.

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What We Love Most About Hoodies || OhCanadaShop

I assume that everyone here owns at least one hoodie. Don't try to convince me otherwise, y'all! because it is a classic must-have piece for any wardrobe. Hoodies are worn in a variety of ways by people of varying ages, fashion tastes, and wardrobe preferences, and they radiate swag in various ways. The humble hoodie deserves praise for being so adaptable.

Hooded fashion has come a long way, from its modest beginnings in the 1930s to its status as a fashion icon in the 1970s to its transformation into chic streetwear (thanks to the steamy romance going on between street fashion and hoodies), and it has now unquestionably emerged as the most in-demand fashion trend that anyone can pull off. That's not it, though! There are many more reasons to adore cozy, fashionable clothes and make them a staple in your wardrobe. Here are our top 5 reasons for loving hoodies. Stylish hoodies are the ideal choice for your winter wardrobe because they are warm and cozy. Check out the greatest women's comfy hoodies canada brands right now.

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You ultra-chic people, we know you can't bear to look uninteresting! However, hoodies are without a doubt the least boring item of clothing ever. Want to appear officially? Just layer a dressy shirt beneath a body-con dark-colored sweatshirt. Want to project a manly aura? Just layer a grey hoodie with a leather jacket. Do you want to seem fashionable yet casual? It will do to wear a hoodie with jeans and some ankle boots. The fact that hoodies go with practically anything makes them a fashion lifesaver for any situation.

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Who knew being fashionable could be so cozy? Whether you're at home, out and about in the city, or working out at the gym, the ultra-comfortable hoodie may instantly make you seem stylish and put you at ease.

Whatever matches your taste and proves to be the most comfortable for you, you can get the comfy-chic hoodie look by wearing one of those tall, over-sized, and baggy hoodies for men, one of those cozy tie-dye hoodies for ladies, or perhaps a layered zip-up. The only thing to keep in mind is that hoodies are always a good choice, even if you opt for the most straightforward and cozy model.

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Every time we watch a movie with an introverted or troubled male lead who pulls his hoodie over his head to isolate himself from the troubled world, our hearts break for him. We are grateful that our cherished hero, even if it is only a piece of clothing, has something to rely on.

Hoodies allow a person to hide from the world when they wish to or act as their happy place when they sorely need comfort.

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Everyone agrees that hoodies are swag, and you can look stylish in one without changing into a dress covered in glitz and luxury. But they also keep you warm while you radiate cool, so that's an added plus. Just tuck yourself into your layered hoodie to keep warm whether you're strolling down the street on a chilly evening, enjoying a rainy night, or having a stroll by the sea.

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The Masked Singer: S9 E4 Commentary

A new preliminary round with new celebrities begins tonight. (The California Roll 🍱 is automatically in the next round and since Medusa 🐍 was saved by the judges, she’ll get a chance to compete against any other saves from these preliminary rounds.)

As always, I post these before seeing any unmaskings, so don’t take these as spoilers. I am watching on a delay.

Gargoyle 🦇 👹: Had ambitions from a young age, connected to Los Angeles. Man in “World’s Greatest Dad” shirt with a video game controller 🎮. Might be close to his dad? A bottle of hot sauce and a taco shell. Has this person possibly appeared on Dancing with the Stars? (Former DWTS host Tom Bergeron appeared on here a few seasons ago as Taco 🌮.) One of the Men in Black is wearing a blonde wig with braids (like a Rapunzel, perhaps?). We also see a “Masked Express Charge Card” with dollar bill signs on it. My initial gut instinct is telling me that this is Romeo (also known by his full name Romeo Miller). He’s not exactly known for being a singer, but more for being a rapper and actor. But…Romeo’s dad and mentor is Master P. Both have appeared on DWTS. Both have also been involved in business ventures. I’m sticking with my guess of Romeo. Romeo also played college basketball at USC, but was let go from the team before his junior season.

Wolf 🐺: A picture of Andy García in a heart frame, a picture of Nick Cannon (with the word “HERO” written on it), and they’re playing a saxophone. Laying on a leopard skin rug. (Seal was Leopard 🐆 in a previous season, so maybe they’ve worked with Seal?) A clock face with no hands and the 6 and 12 indicated. Looks like they’re drinking a mimosa? A model of a ship with red sails. Holding a video cassette with “The Wolf” labeled on it. A picture of Lady Gaga, Jay-Z, and Andy Samberg. He also called himself a “Ladies’ Man”. “Ladies’ Man” makes me think of Tim Meadows, who had a character by that name on SNL. But that voice ain’t Tim Meadows whatsoever. I could hear within two notes that it’s Michael Fucking Bolton. That voice is unmistakable. (FYI: I added the “fucking” to the guess myself, obviously.) Michael Bolton seems like the kind who’d have enough of a sense of humor to do The Masked Singer anyway, so welcome to The Masked Singer, Michael! The “Timberlake” clue goes with the Andy Samberg reference: Michael Bolton and Justin Timberlake have both worked with Andy Samberg and his group The Lonely Island. Both also had their collaborations with The Lonely Island go viral: Timberlake with “Dick in a Box” and Bolton with “Jack Sparrow”.

Squirrel 🐿️: Was a figure skater with dreams of being a child psychologist. Came to Hollywood, worked as a model. I think I see a plate of Swedish meatballs, so she might be from Sweden or is of Swedish descent, possibly? Or was in the movie Meatballs? Did some teen acne commercials and sitcoms as well as made out with Tom Cruise. A cutout of a castle that may have looked Disney-ish. My mind keeps going to Tiffani Thiessen, but…I don’t know. Maybe Squirrel was in a Mission: Impossible movie? The bonus clue indicates “Hero Time”. Given some of the clues, I think this might be Katie Holmes, who was married to Tom Cruise and worked as a model before becoming an actress. But Uma Thurman would be a pretty cool reveal, too.

[notluminous]

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[littlefreya]

Penny Dreadful

Summary: Sherlock is cold, troubled and upset, his mind is fixed on cracking an unsolved murder. It’s the worst time to disturb him. But his hot-blooded little succubus wants to drag him into sin.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x OFC (First-person POV)

Word count: 2.5K

Warning: 18+, smut, teasing, bratty behaviour, ass-smacking with a cane, slight cane play, primal play, unprotected rough sex, biting, slight size kink, MaleDom, drug use. Lots of curly hair descriptions.

A/N: Not canon to books Sherlock, obviously, but seeing the photos and teaser Henry as Sherlock just sets up the vibe. So I had to. Many thanks to my beta @agniavateira​ !! Sorry for the ugly cover art :D.

Title: Penny Dreadful

Sherlock’s study was a bleak, musky chamber deprived of heat, notwithstanding the many candles that burnt at every corner. Perhaps it was the pristine heaps of snow that piled on the ledge of the window, or maybe it was his sullen mood that gave the room a sense of icy wilderness. 

Fumes rose from his mouth, vaping into the air. The tawny light kissed his thick mane of luscious, chocolate curls while he stood at the fore of his desk and leered at some parchments that troubled his brilliant mind for whatever reason. 

Fist seizing the golden tip of his cane, his thumb stroked the engravings that embellished the metal. Cases that he couldn’t crack often left him frustrated to the point of madness. Those wicked, sly obsessions made him even more irresistible.  

My nails bit into the wooden doorframe. Consumed by yearning, a blaze licked up my soul with its monstrous tongue. I often wondered how something so pure as love could be dangerous, to which Sherlock would reply, 

“Love is the greatest villain of them all.”

Unlike him, I didn’t care for evil. 

The detective unclipped the small chain he kept fastened to his vest and opened the silver locket, gathering a wisp of white powder on the tip of his pinky finger and pressed it to his nostrils. A small grunt escaped him, his eyes turning glassy. The “fairy dust” tended to sharpen his perception and elevate his stamina.  

I dropped to my knees at his sight, crawling on the floor. The black silks of my dress made a brushing noise as it dragged on the Persian carpet; my breasts peeked as my corset shifted with every move. Sherlock often said we must imagine ourselves as animals once we let desire play our strings. 

Accepting my inner wildness, tonight I was a cougar stalking her prey. 

By nature, his senses were sharp as blades, though the substance that streamed through his veins made a more heightened grip of the reality that surrounded him. He noticed and yet ignored me, letting his hot-blooded harlot crave for his attention.

If I was to be the feline predator, Sherlock was the hunter who pursued me for sport. An unfair game, yet nevertheless my favourite. 

Bathing in my own little fountain of mischief, I allowed my fingers to sneak toward his cane, brushing up and down the mahogany in slow, languid motion. My slender digits licked along the shaft and my bosom followed, pressing against the hardwood. I dragged myself up slightly to glimpse at my master from below: my Sherlock, always a sight for a famished girl; a colossus, intimidating, and breathtaking. Like a moth to a flame, I inched closer dazed by the light, wanting to bask in its radiance. 

The muscle in his cheek tensed, thick brows furrowing. A little squared wrinkle appeared above the bridge of his nose as he brushed through his dark locks with agitation.

“What ills that glorious mind of yours?” I hummed, playful fingertips climbing further up at the length of his cane.

“Something I can’t grasp,” he spat, not giving me the time of day. But I knew he noticed every detail of my wanton behaviour, it was evident by the way his breath swiftly became heavier. Sherlock might have solved crimes by profession, but all women were natural detectives; evolution granted us with a definite survival instinct, learning to read men between the shadows.  

“You can possess me,” I offered, fingers scraping over his thumb as it pressed onto the cane’s golden tip. My voice dropped to a whisper while my hand left the cane in favour of his thigh. The muscle flexed and twitched under my sinful touch, the fabric of his breeches stretched as his cock grew with its natural need to fulfil the wet, convulsing void in me.

“You’re distracting me,” he warned, voice low and stern. His lashes hardly even fluttered to my direction. 

Every delicate little hair stood up at the sound of alarm yet instead, I inhaled the soot of peril, allowing my hand to travel further and meet his hungry girth. It rose to my touch with gratitude, flinching even harder at the clutch of my claws. The flavour of desire was honey and salt on the tip of my tongue.

The low animalistic vibration of his voice wavered through his solid form. I felt it shudder all the way down to his swelling cock. A cautious man, Sherlock was measured and forbearing to a point that made me wonder if he even liked women at all before we fell into the vicious pit of decadence and violent delights. 

It was the contrary that was true: Sherlock loved women very much, his desires were simply… of a certain quality. 

His groin was warm and firm against my cheek. The crystalline-blue glare finally graced me with a sight so brooding my bones clattered.  

“Later, I need to work.” By the drop of his voice, I knew there won’t be a third warning. 

“Later, Later…” I taunted, rolling my chin over his aching need. “All work and no play…”

The gasp that pushed out of my lungs nearly whisked the candles off as Sherlock hauled me up by his hand and bent me over the desk.  

“Should I teach you how to respect my time?” He snarled, throwing the skirts of my dress over my head like a cape of the midnight sky. Stars collapsed under my skin at the sensation of his touch exploring the curve of my bare ass. Talons ruptured the tiny blood vessels, squeezing with the affirmation of his ownership. 

“No undergarments?” Sherlock growled dangerously while his thumb brushed over my silken entrance, toying with the rich elixir and smearing it further down my anticipating petals. I answered with a deep moan, stretching on this desk with a succumbing plea. 

“You came here aimed at disturbing me while I work.”

Settling onto the surface of the desk, I reached forth one arm lazily and chuckled. “You are a great detective, I… oh!” 

Something cold and solid caressed my dripping lips, driving between them in slow, calculated strokes. Throwing my head over my shoulder, I noticed Sherlock holding his cane against my sacred cove, staring at it as if I was yet another piece of evidence to be explored. The golden arched-tip pushed-slightly between my petals and entered just enough to make me hiss. For a mere second I wondered if he was going to fuck me using nothing but his cane.

“Look away; this is going to hurt.” 

I hardly had time to protest when the first smack hit the pillow of my cheek. A wheeze of disgrace shot from my throat, husky and embarrassing, but not as degrading as the sting the metal left at my burning backside.

“Bad girl,” Sherlock ticked his tongue and lifted the cane midway in the air, a flare of noxious desire bursting in his pale-blue orbs. This time I turned away and shut my eyes, gripping the edge of the desk until my knuckles turned dead-white. If only it did anything to dull the pain, the sting was even more prominent, shooting all the way up to my spine where it coiled and forced a strident yip from my clamped lips. 

Yet the throb in my cunt was unmissable.

Sherlock knew very well that the hurt allied with pleasure, enhancing it even, like his powdery magic dust. 

Another smack and my nails scratched at the wood. Like a sinner nun indulging her own beating, I rode the waves of pain as they broke onto shores abundant with pleasure. There were hidden cracks in our public figure, the place where I burnt and Sherlock ascended as we pried our claws into mortal deadly sins. My senses rose to conflict with every smack and Sherlock took joy in every involuntary squirm of my body. 

Tongue pressed between his lips, he hummed as he admired his handiwork, painting my ass in obscene hues of violence. “Had enough? Or want to see which will break first, the rod or your arrogance?” Sherlock chided and pinched my sore cheek to further increase the pain. 

Embers whispered beneath my flesh, my legs jolted from the intense beating and by god, the trickle of my juices rolling down the back of my thighs made even a sultry woman such as myself drown in white shame.

Sherlock’s breath was a heavy guttural waft. His cane dropped to the floor and I heard the sound of metal clicking as he fumbled with his belt. I would be damned if I let him fuck me from behind. To have those eyes look away as he entered me was a vice I wouldn’t stand. 

“No!” I yelled, bracing on my wobbly elbows as much as I could and turned to face him. 

Sherlock’s glare widened, a chill of ice blew through his eyes and his pupils dilated like a crazed feline. “You’re saying no to me?”

“Yes!” I heaved and reached my hands to cradle his skull, pushing myself against the hardness of his body and forcing my lips on his. My kiss was feral, bruising the plush skin on and around his mouth, nibbling and biting until we tasted iron on our tongues. It was not long before I was shoved against the wall, our mouths still united, sharing one breath.

Or rather stealing it from one another.

We were pleasingly unequal. Sherlock was all iron and stone; a bulky, tall man who could tear me apart with his bare hands. I was a little lush thing, so tender, so easily bruised. Despite his power, the desire to claim the tiny wet hole between my legs was unquenchable, reducing him to a savage thing that spoke in raw inarticulate sounds.

He tore his mouth from mine and swept me up from the ground, hiking the skirts of my dress urgently to expose what he coveted the most. I felt the supple velvety texture of his hardness grind against my thigh, smearing the pearly drops of his arousal onto my skin. We both moaned at the sensation and moved to the rhythm dictated by our most primal instincts.  

“You want my cock?” He growled and gnawed his teeth at my neck, biting deep enough to break through the skin. I whined in pain, my voice rising a pitch as I writhed against him to ignite the smallest of frictions and serve the demon of desire in me. 

“Fuck me!” I begged, sliding my fingers through the mass of soft curls and tugging them with need.

Answering my plea, Sherlock speared into my unruly cunt, brutally spreading me open like he would tear the petals from a flower. I yipped into his luscious hair, my nails tearing into his nape as his intrusion claimed everything my body had to offer. I always found it odd how my flesh would resist and beg for him at the same time, my succulent canal fighting to push him by instinct yet he only further rutted into me. He reached his hands to my sore ass to squeeze my cheeks apart.

“Such a tight little harlot,” he groaned, engulfed by my garden of mysteries. Moaning so loudly, our duet reverberated through the corridors of the house. His lashes fluttered with ecstasy as he pulled back only to force me down on his imposing cock, attempting to rip through my denial. Or it was to tame me as I clenched around his girth, accepting and resisting him at the same time. I was nothing but a vessel for him to fill, and he did so with a fiery passion, glaring straight to my eyes while thrusting deep and hard into me.  

Books fell from the shelves nearby as we battled against the wall, my legs sliding up and down his waist, spreading helplessly in the air until my boots pressed into his arse. One of his hands reached for my corset, tugging on the ludicrous outfit to expose my breast. Ravenous, he licked his bloodstained lips, giving me a stare that made my cunt clutch him harder before he sank his fangs to pierce cavities in my tit.

“No!!!” I cried out and gasped as he thrust deeper to punish me for my protest. His heavy cock hit a spot so deep inside me that tears instantly emerged and fell down my cheeks, the pang bringing through a spasm of odd relief. 

Blood and saliva smeared along my cleavage as he dragged his lips further, licking and then kissing every patch he bruised. I moaned breathlessly, throwing my head back against the wall as his nimble fingers surveyed my neck, laying small threats to show me how easy he could simply suspend my very basic need. 

But my survival instincts already flew out the window the moment he penetrated me.

His lips hovered above mine as he fucked deep into my body, our cries creating an obscure symphony as he continuously slammed into my hilt, harder and more urgent with every plunge. The tears that fell down my cheeks were tainted with the conflicting aphrodisiac that pain brought through. In that instant I was whole, gratified by the friction created of the collision of our wet organs.

“Do it!” I gasped and nodded through glossy stares, swallowing hard to gesture what he already knew. With a swift snap of his hands, his fingers were bruising on my neck and he slammed into me at a furious pace, giving no care for my broken screams. 

Euphoria tore through my soul, crashing like hot waves of eternal fire. I came apart around his thick rod crying for God and Satan at once. Sherlock never slowed down, not even as he felt the tightening of my ring around him. It only made him fuck me harder, burying his face at my collarbone, chasing his own rapture at a punishing speed, grunting like a beast. Finally, he shuddered and pumped me full of his thick, silky milk. The muscles of his behind flexed and he ground his hot load into my warm cavern, making sure I received every drop. My hands reached to squeeze his taut ass as my legs clutched him still, wanting to keep him inside me. 

As if he had any intentions of leaving as he moaned and spasmed inside me. 

Smoke filled the room as few of the candles died; the scent of ash and the musk of our sex seeped through our noses while we remained entwined, shaking in each other’s grasp. Breathless and damp with sweat, Sherlock lifted his face from my neck and glanced at me looking so vulnerable, almost appearing lost. I moved my trembling hands back to his face, my thumbs caressing his sharp cheeks. 

“I know I am harsh…” he murmured, his eyes digging into my heart with nothing but a gaze of despair, “but please don’t ever leave me.”

My face fell at the sound of his words, my lips parting with awe. My detective could solve the most outrageous crimes, and yet he couldn’t realise I was shackled to him for all eternity.