#new holmes and watson unlocked

[krautundkimchi]

I vote to give the watch to Tae Sung and In Hyuk. Been a fan of Tae Sung's quick wit and ability to quickly read a situation for a bit now but In Hyuk actually is a lot saner than I first thought. He is also quite perceptive but I guess his intelligence and ability to reason gets overshadowed by Sun Jae's absolute loserism when it comes to Sol.

Let those two handle it. They will make some wise choices to break this circle. This way we have two people acting with the best interests of both leads.

Tae Sung and Baek In Hyuk will singlehandedly double-handedly and voluntarily, free of cost, for the sake of their own sanity, take care of the taxi driver, fate, coincidence, universe, open plot lines. I am sure they are open to more suggestions for the list!

[songbird786]

Sherlock and Watson <3

NEW OBSESSION UNLOCKED 🔓

in my Sherlock Holmes phase, artblock and stress hit me so I haven’t posted in some time, sorry ^^

commissions are still open however!

don’t use my art without crediting me please >.<

[lisbeth-kk]

May Prompts

Today's prompt is: calm.

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 7)

Summary: Rosie is brought to school in a police car, and it has nothing to do with her parents. What's more troubling is her attitude about the events afterwards...

Seven Years Old

Being brought to school in a police car by a uniformed police officer got me some unwanted attention, but there was nothing for it. (I say unwanted…)

Everybody thought it had everything to do with Papa’s detective work. A mistake easily made, but no, it had absolutely nothing to do with either parent, uncle or the DI at New Scotland Yard.

Dad and Papa were away for a few days, and Molly and I made a girl’s weekend out of it. We went to Madame Tussaud’s, Daunt Books, and St, James’s Park. Molly painted my nails, we applied hideous looking face masks and covered our eyes with slices of cucumber, watched the Narnia films, ate popcorn, ice cream, chocolate, pizza and Molly’s homemade scones.

When Monday arrived, I was eager to get to school and tell my friends all about the wonderful time I’d had. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth after breakfast when I heard Molly cry out and then a man’s voice spoke. Not a voice I was familiar with, and his speech was slurred. A commotion ensued.

“Stay calm. Focus. Deep breaths. You can do this, Watson.”

It was Papa’s voice, urging me into action with a calm tone, and I knew what to do. He and Dad had trained me for this if an emergency should occur.

Molly had a landline in her bedroom, so I called 999. The woman answering was very understanding when I told her, in as few words possible, that a man had forced his way into my godmother’s house, could she please send a car over asap.

We were in luck, because a car with two officers was patrolling the area. The doorbell rang a minute later. 

“The door is open. Come…”

Molly’s voice went suddenly muffled. The man was probably holding a hand over her mouth.

Bite him, Molly, I thought, but then the police entered, and chaos followed next.

***

It turned out that the man breaking an entering, was drunk, hence the slurred speech. He lived one street down, and evidently thought he was locking himself into his own house. Molly had left the door unlocked after she’d brought out the bins. We were after all about to depart minutes later. So, when this man saw Molly in “his” house, he thought she was a burglar.

Molly was a bit shaken, but the man had been too drunk to have the strength to harm her. Another car was called, and Miriam, one of the police officers, offered to drive me to school, lest I’d be late. (Actually, it was me who asked her.) The reason she acquiesced had probably everything to do with my heroic effort, and resourcefulness in saving the day.

I told Miriam all about Papa and that I knew Greg Lestrade. Miriam didn’t know them, but she’d obviously heard of the great Sherlock Holmes. I think she was a bit amazed that I was his daughter.

So, this is why I was delivered at school in a police car, just in time for my first class of the day. Our teacher was supposed to read us a story, but everyone, her included, was bursting with curiosity about this morning’s events. Now that I knew a bit more about the West End, as I was a part of the school’s theatre group, I gestured and dramatized as best I could, which seemed to have the desired effect.

***

That evening, Dad told me about what had happened after Miriam had driven me to school. Two minutes later, uncle Myc arrived, had a stern talk with Molly about locking her doors when his precious niece was in her care, and when Molly returned from work, a top-notch alarm system had been installed.

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[monocordum]

Holmes' PARTNER and CONFIDANT gets shot and feels Holmes' WIRY ARMS round him, sees the depth of Holmes' LOYALTY and LOVE, his DIMMED eyes, his SHAKING lips; he catches a glimpse of a GREAT HEART, and has a REVELATION that is the climax of years of HUMBLE but SINGLE-MINDED SERVICE and that is WORTH MANY WOUNDS.

Watson: #whump #h/c #new kink unlocked where do I sign?

Holmes: touch Watson again and I'LL KILL YOU ALL

(From The Adventure of the Three Garridebs, January 1925 issue of The Strand)

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

The Hazards of Living with Remy Holmes

Ao3

Summary: In general, Logan found living with Remy to be manageable, if occasionally annoying and/or nonsensical. Logan would appreciate, however, if their sibling could stop breaking into their apartment while Logan was there. Content: Sherlock Holmes AU; bickering, deductions, listen this is mostly logan and virgil verbally sparring while everyone flexes their low-level deduction muscles Pairings: Logan & Remy (future QPR), Remy & Virgil (siblings), Logan & Virgil (forced to put up with each other because of Remy) Notes: Hello TS fandom of 2024. How's it been

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“Remy? Remy, have you seen my jacket?” Logan called out in his still fairly new apartment, halfway down the hall between his room and the apartment’s main sitting area as he spoke. His still fairly new roommate had been out the past few hours, but Logan had heard the door open while he had been shuffling through his closet for the fourth time that day. Normally, Logan would simply assume he had left his jacket at work- a not terribly uncommon occurrence, especially when he worked later shifts- but living with Remy came with a unique set of risk factors Logan had to keep a constant eye on. Case in point: “I swear, if you’ve got it wrapped around another ham-”

Reaching the end of the hallway, Logan cut himself off as he realized who was actually in the sitting area, frowning. “Ah. Virgil. I apologize, I didn’t realize we had been broken into.”

Virgil, sitting in one of the apartment’s armchairs like he belonged there, just smirked at Logan’s dry tone. “Not breaking in if I have a key, doc.”

“It is if we didn’t give you that key.” Logan countered, wrinkling his nose at the nickname. “And please, call me Dr. Watson. I’d hate for us to get friendly.”

Virgil chuckled. “Still holding a grudge, are we?”

“You kidnapped me, threatened me, and accused me of having homicidal intentions. I believe I have the right to a grudge.”

“Shouldn’t that be water under the bridge by now? I said sorry, didn’t I?”

“It’s been two months.” Logan reminded, crossing his arms. “And no, you haven’t.”

“Well, I’m sorry.” Virgil said, sounding about as apologetic as Logan had when he had greeted the intruder. “Better now?”

“Apology not accepted.” Logan answered flatly. “Might I ask why you have decided to darken my apartment?”

“Is visiting my sibling not a good enough reason for me to want to stop by?”

“Not dressed like that it isn’t.” Logan nodded at Virgil’s outfit, a well-fitted suit that would put the MIB’s to shame. Virgil did, occasionally, drop by just for the sake of a visit, but he arrived informally in those instances, imitating the mundane lives of civilians by doing things such as ‘wearing hoodies’ and ‘knocking on the door.’

Virgil glanced down at himself, as if he might have forgotten what he arrived. He tugged on his dark purple tie, the only hint of colour he allowed his formal wear, straightening it incrementally before looking back up at Logan. “You caught me. I have a case for Remy of… some governmental importance. Nothing dire, but important enough we want to ensure it’s handled properly.”

“You have a case for us, then.” Logan corrected, the statement petty, entirely for the sake of drawing a reaction. Logan was dragged alongside Remy to every case the unofficial detective worked, whether he liked it or not, and Virgil knew that perfectly well. It made no meaningful difference to Logan whether or not Virgil acknowledged that, but, as established, he was still holding a grudge over their first meeting. “That’s what you meant to say, correct?”

The annoyance that entered Virgil’s expression was slight, but Logan considered it a major success on his part.

Before Virgil could choose his response, the doorknob of the front door began to jiggle slightly, shaken by the motion of someone inserting their key. Both him and Logan turned to watch as the door was unlocked and pushed open as Remy entered, taking a moment to fully remove their key before closing the door behind them.

“I’m back, babes!” Remy greeted the apartment automatically as they dropped their keychain onto the shelf mounted above the sitting room’s lightswitch, flashing Logan a smile when they realized he was right in front of them. Their motions remained fairly routine up until they spotted Virgil, looking surprised by his presence but not as upset as Logan had been (and was). “Well this is unexpected.”

“I know I didn’t mention I’d be dropping in-”

Remy waved Virgil off before he could finish his sentence. “No, not that. I’d be more surprised if you gave me a heads up before swinging by, to be honest. I just can’t believe you and Lo managed to occupy the same room, alone, without killing each other.”

“As if your doctor could kill me.”

“The restraint I have showcased so far is not insubstantial.”

Logan and Virgil shot twin glares at each other as their replies overlapped, Remy laughing at the show. “Alright, girls, you’re both pretty. No need to start a fight now.”

“I would hardly-” Logan trailed off as he looked back towards Remy, paying more attention to the details of his appearance at the second glance than he had the first (more occupied then with the relief Remy’s company would provide). Specifically, he was paying more attention to the dark blue leather that was draped over them. “...Is that my jacket?”

Between their sunglasses and generally relaxed attitude, it wasn’t always the easiest thing to follow Remy’s thoughts, but Logan was still able to catch the quick twitch of their face. “Ah… is it? Could’ve sworn it was one of mine.”

In the peripheral of his vision, Logan watched Virgil raise an eyebrow. “It’s a size too big for you, Rem.”

Remy raised the hand holding their coffee cup in mock surrender. “Ok, you caught me. I was in a rush this morning, I wasn’t thinking and grabbed the first jacket I saw. Not my fault you left yours in the kitchen, hun.”

Logan sighed, though the sound wasn’t as annoyed as it probably should have been. Really, in the grand scheme of living-with-Remy things, his jacket getting accidentally commandeered was relatively harmless. “How far your brilliant deductive reasoning skills get you.”

Remy grinned at the (admittedly) heatless jab. From where he was still relegated to the corner of Logan’s vision, Virgil frowned, expression twisting into a more severe version of the one Remy wore when they were working out a particularly complicated puzzle.

Thankfully, he chose not to comment on whatever observation he had pulled out of thin air, instead clearing his throat to call back the room’s attention. “Yeah, speaking up your skills-”

“Let me guess: you’ve got a case for us.” Remy finished for him, missing the smug look Logan shot Virgil as they took a sip of their coffee. “Alright then, lay it on me. Since I know you won’t leave me alone ‘til it’s handled.”

“And this is the part where I step out.” Logan said before Virgil could begin, not in the mood to go through their usual song and dance of Virgil telling Remy the bare minimum of case-related information while making it very clear that Logan was the one with the lowest level of ‘need-to-know’ clearance. He moved across the sitting area, passing Remy to slip on the shoes he kept by the door. “You didn’t get the mail from Patton as you came up, did you?”

“I didn’t, no.”

“Then I shall use that as my excuse. I’m sure he’ll be happy to entertain me for at least five minutes.” Logan grabbed his keys from the shelf, aware he didn’t truly need them but wanting to have them nonetheless, and pulled open the door. “Remy, I trust you’ll fill me in on what I miss.”

“Yeah, of course, babes- but, wait a sec.” Logan paused in the doorway, turning his body around to face Remy once more. “You sure Pat’s going to be there? Today’s when he usually has his baking class.”

To the outside onlooker, Remy’s comment would have been perceived as nothing more than an innocent, and reasonable, observation. Patton’s baking classes were held twice weekly, Patton went to them consistently, and Logan had no direct reason to believe Patton would have skipped that day’s class for no reason.

Logan, however, was not the outside onlooker, and over the tops of Remy’s sunglasses, he could see the way their eyes glinted with a completely different question, one Logan was happy to answer.

“I’m certain he will be. His class was cancelled.”

“Oh yeah?” Remy prompted, grinning as he set Logan up. To the side, Virgil shifted in his seat, likely having picked up on the fact that Remy was building the conversation up to something. “How’d you know that?”

The corner of his mouth tipping up into a self-satisfied smile, Logan turned towards Virgil. “Because Virgil styled his hair.” He answered simply, taking a moment to appreciate as Virgil’s expression morphed from suspicion into outrage before he breezed out the door, shutting it behind him. The last thing he heard was Remy, laughing like the two of them had just told the funniest joke in the world.

Yes, living with Remy came with a unique set of challenges. But Logan found that, for Remy, he could be adaptable.

[nowiamcoveredinyou]

Clandestine meetings (part 2)

Part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Sherlock x (married) oc!

England had been fascinating to Devi, yet scary. New but bizarre. All her life she stayed in her house, until she was married off to Debashish. 

Even after her marriage she remained at her in-laws most of the time. Though after she moved to London with Debashish, she always thanked him for bringing her here. 

She was delighted by the English ways, English people, and English food. She was still learning; learning of all the freedom she was getting here that was impossible in India. 

She didn’t know much about currencies yet, but enough to take out some money and pay it to the driver. She got down from the carriage as she arrived at her place, being careful with her pallu.

 “Mr Holmes” she muttered, her only hope to save her husband.

The chattering and busy London reminded her of Kolkata, except the British here were not cruel, unlike the ones in her country - torturing her men and those colleagues of Debashish. 

The carriage disappeared into the mist, leaving Devi upset in front of her house. The place she enjoyed with her husband. How could she stay a minute there without him? Will Mr Holmes ever write to her about taking the case? 

Mr Holmes, Mr Sherlock Holmes, thought Devi. That posh British detective. She couldn't help but recall his tall figure, his accent and voice, and his arrogance too. She walked a few steps closer to her house, took out her keys and unlocked the door. The inside was dark, not dissimilar to her inner state without her husband in this unknown place. “Mr Holmes,'' she muttered again and went inside.

As she got in and lit up a lamp, the flash of it brought Holmes' face back. She smiled to herself, her house so dark but Holmes' face brought a bit of light like the lamp she lit. She put aside the curtains letting more lights in, smiling to herself at Holmes' aloofness. He was pretty handsome. Not that Debashish was not but… somehow Mr Sherlock Holmes captured Devi's mind. Doctor Watson was rather humble, she admitted, yet there was something about the detective that she couldn't deny but got completely trapped in. 

Delighting herself with his thoughts she went to the mirror and that's when her smile faded away. 

That red Sindoor on her forehead reminded her of her marriage. She cursed herself, cursed herself for allowing another man's thoughts to reign her mind. Debashish, her Debashish, to whom she got married when she was 16. 

Four years of togetherness - though not always smooth, not always understood, not always heard - should have made her completely devouted.

Even their families said, “Devi and Debashish? Even their names are in for this union”. 

She was married. No matter how much Britain fascinates her, she was married to a respectable man, and came from a respectable family herself. 

Debashish's reputation was at stake, no time to allow sinful thoughts. 

She immediately looked straight into the mirror, deciding she'd do anything to save her husband.

She walked towards the kitchen, getting herself focused on his thoughts. She should make him some food, she thought, so that he could eat when he came back. 

Taking the vegetables out she only could wonder what might be going over him. 

*

“Are you sure about this, Holmes?” asked Watson as he watched his companion put on a deerstalker. Hair back brushed as usual, his expensive Inverness black coat and that golden string of pocket watch dangling from his coat button. He turned around to answer Watson. 

“Quite so. The lady is quite perceptive, Watson. To reject her case could be the gravest mistake of my career as a detective.” Saying so he recalled Devi, the desparation in her face when she came to meet her. She was so young and fighting for her husband alone. Sherlock couldn't deny but he found her strength quite endearing, also a woman confidently flaunting her traditional clothes and culture in a different country without getting intimidated by the natives. She… he stopped himself and shook off her thoughts away. It's just her case he's interested in, not her, he presumed.

“Where shall we go first? I do not believe The Daily Telegraph would give us all the information right away.” Watson's voice brought Sherlock back into the reality. He sighed as his dear companion made a valid point about the case. 

“Certainly not, my dear Watson. That is why I am inviting myself to dinner at Mrs Dey’s place. Meanwhile, I need you to go to The Daily Telegraph office and ask for as much information as you can from the manager. I have wired him just now. He should receive my message so that he does not create any obstacle with your investigation.” He said and stared at Watson for his reaction. he knew what he was doing, he was confident about his methods and ways of reaching the deepest point of any case that's submitted to him.

Watson knitted his eyebrows as he enquired , “Why are you going to Mrs Dey’s place? I thought we were in this together!” 

Holmes walked over to the door of the flat, opening the door he turned around to answer Watson before heading out, “You will see, old fellow,” said he with the utmost beautiful smile gracing his pensive and expressive face with confidence. He then shut the door behind him with a long and thin arm and went downstairs. 

Watson sighed and got out of the house after a few minutes. He climbed down the stairs with his shoulders hanging low. He hated being left behind like this with a few minutes notice. At least he knew what he was doing, for he had to follow Holmes’ instructions.

Watson stretched out his arm to hail a cab. A few passed by, so he sighed again. One cabbie was kind enough to slow down his carriage by commanding his horses to stop where they were. Watson got in, gave the directions to the driver and sat back. 

It was going to be a long day.

*

Devi was setting down the dinner plates to arrange the table with hundreds of thoughts clouding her mind, even those sinful ones, yet mostly her husband’s thoughts made her worry. She was startled back to the reality with a loud knock on her door. She stood for a few seconds, it took her time to get back to her surrounding and once she did, she put the plates down and went over to answer the door. She thought it was Debashish in the beginning, however, as his wife she knows Debashish hardly knocks the door like that. She knows everything about him, which facial expression to tell he's stressed, which tone to tell he's angry, which stare to tell he's joyous, everything, only if he could knew Devi like that. Only if someone noticed Devi in this detailed way. 

Her heart started to beat faster as she opened the door, she almost forgot to breathe and eventually her guest had the first impression of her at her house is she coughing, 

“Are you okay Mrs Dey?” Asked Holmes as he stood there staring at her with baffled eyes. Devi realised she made a full of herself infront of Holmes, she gathered herself, her heart, her breath and finally cleared her throat to speak, 

“Ahem. Mr Holmes! What brings you here?”

“There were some questions I forgot to ask you in the afternoon,” he replied, already coming in not even finding it necessary to ask her permission, which made Devi step aside to make room for him to enter her flat.

Mr Holmes took off his deerstalker and ran his hands over his frock coat briefly. He walked around the sitting room that made Devi stare at his tall figure, examine him from head to toe with an amazed look, until she really saw his feet, her expression changed into frustration. As Holmes was about let himself sit on an armchair, Devi came a few steps closer with her significantly little feet compared to Holmes' and forbid him saying, 

“Shoes off, please.”

Mr Holmes turned around to look at her with a confused look on his face. “I beg your pardon?”

“I just need you to take your shoes off,” she firmly replied. She was tired of having to explain the tradition everyone followed back in India, so she gave up on elaborating. Her husband's friends were always unwelcomed in her mind to her house just for this reason, but physically they were since it was what Debashish wished. 

Mr Holmes did not seem to mind though. He just nodded and went to the door to take off his shoes. He could see that Devi takes care of her traditions with all her heart so he went to the doorway and took his shoes of and made his way to the arm chair. Stealing a glance at Devi standing there crossing her arms over her chest and staring at him with her big dark eyes. 

There was another knock. As the door wasn't locked after Holmes entered so the one who knocked, seeing the door is open entered saying, “Devi, why's this door-” Devi's husband entered and ceased speaking as he saw Holmes sitting in his armchair and his wife standing a little far from him, he went furious instantly, even baffled to see his wife with some white British man alone in their sitting room.

“Who is this man?” Debashish spat. “What is a gora doing at my place, Devi?” Debashish turned to look at Mr Holmes, anger was evident from all that was going with him and more now to find one of those who are trying to prove him fraud. “What are you doing here? I’ll throw you out of my house!”

“Debashish, that is enough!” Devi went straight to him and put her hand on his chest, preventing him from going near to Holmes. She doesn't ever raise her voice to debashish, she's not allowed, but deep down she knows how much anger she has harboured for all these years, hence this is the first time she lashed out on him for insulting Holmes. It made Debashish stare at her, brows knitted, unable to believe little Devi showing anger. He took her by wrist furiously, forbidding her to stop touching him.

“You do not get to decide what is enough and what isn’t! This is my house.”

Devi furrowed her brow and gaped at her husband, for all this time she stayed silent , for they were in India and she was under her father and then under her husband, her mother and aunts and in laws taught her to never disobey the men of her family. However she's in England, she's smart enough to understand debashish doesn't have much support here, “Don’t forget whose country this is!” she snapped back, Holmes stood up and stared at them, mostly at Devi. He heard how Indian women were dominated by men, but this woman right here, is ready to fight, ready to take no shit from her husband, she's ready to learn.

“If these whites can treat my brothers back at home as dirt, so can I!” He calmly said to Devi, almost throwing her hand away. He turned to put his briefcase down and went to get a telegram card. Devi stood there looking down at the floor, fuming, not daring to look into Holmes' eye. Debashish turned swiftly to Holmes and pointed a finger at him saying, “Young boy, I’ll wire the police if you do not tell me who you are at this instant!”

“I am not a young boy, I'm sure we're quite same aged, and that would be hardly necessary, Mr Dey,” said Mr Holmes in his deep, velvety voice as he stood by the chair. God, that voice. Devi could not help but stare at him fondly. Probably for the first time someone raised their voice not at her, but for her. 

Mr Holmes walked to him and stretched out an arm, holding it out to Debashish. “Sherlock Holmes.”

The name made Debashish demeanour calm down a bit. “So, you are the private detective that this city keeps worshipping?” Debashish reluctantly shook hands with Mr Holmes. He would have preferred to fold hands in a greeting. However staying in London for two years now has made him comfortable with shaking hands.

“I’m a consulting detective.” Holmes corrected Debashish.

“Meaning?” he was rather baffled, not for once he's heard of consulting detective in his life, but private detective? Many.

“I am not here to have you interrogate me with your imbecilic questions, Mr Dey. My work is crucial. I am the one who does the questioning here, and I would rather you answer me as straightforwardly as possible.” Holmes spoke sternly.

“He’s only here to help,” Devi chimed in, not daring to touch him again.

“I can reject your case whenever I want, and you shall be left here, crying for injustice, strapped for cash, and whatnot. Not even your wife would be here for your constant moaning. You should be more grateful.” Holmes' calm voice echoed through their quiet flat. Debashish wasn't quite pleased with what he was, he objected, 

“I am not here to -”he stopped as Devi finally interrupted these two men.

“Can we please talk about the rest of it over dinner? The food is getting cold, it's takes alot to cook meals, would you two men please have some respect for my cooking?” said Devi keeping her hands on her hips in a childish manner as the two men stared at her blinking and then finally Debashish and Mr Holmes nodded in unison. “I believe we can,” said Holmes and the men walked over to the kitchen to sit down at the table, as Devi served meals to both of them in a few seconds. 

She then sat down to eat with them at the table as she began to listen with bated breath and wide eyes, like that of a child, house hold at India never delighted her, in her words it felt like being captive, but in London with such freedom she got her childlike nature back.

“When did you come to London?” asked Holmes after taking a bite.

“two years ago. we got married four years ago.” answered Debashish looking down at his plate.

“Why?” questioned Holmes, munching the rather spicy food of an Indian household. Devi saw his discomfort at his face and asked,

“Want water Mr Holmes?” 

Holmes nodded and let her hand him a glass of water.

“There were no job opportunities in India. Your people offered me an incredibly large sum. Now, you see, I’m a middle-class man, Mr Holmes.” He trailed off and looked at Devi, giving her a smile as she returned him an even wider one “who just wants the best for himself and his beautiful wife -” 

“How long have you been working in The Daily Telegraph?” Holmes interrupted the romanticism with his next question.

“almost two years. I had been enjoying my work during my first year. It was my duty to provide for my family, although breadwinning is not easy. Good that Devi gets to stay at home, doing nothing,” Debashish replied and looked at Devi with a wide, ugly grin, the joy of bringing her down yet again. He knows Devi's interest and talents but never let her be anything but a beautiful house wife. Devi loved him the moment she saw him at their marriage now that she's a bit grown she wonders if she ever actually loved him.

“You would have been dead long ago had she been doing nothing,” said Holmes. Holmes could even see the hard work she puts everyday to become better, to cook better to keep the house clean and he could deduce she wants more. Debashish opened his mouth to retort but Holmes cut him off again shaking his head, tired of his stupid ego. “Moving on. I heard that you have been accused of corruption in your office. Anything you wish to say in your defence?”

“Mr Holmes, believe me when I say I never even take a penny that isn’t my own. I can swear to you on Devi for that!” at this Devi stopped staring at Holmes and stared at her husband with knitted brows. She's sure that her husband can have a big ego but never he would steal. He'd beg before he steals, but why swearing on her? 

“Better you leave your wife out of this and get to the heart of the issue.” Holmes replied immediately. Devi again started munching her meal staring at the detective.

“I was taught to be an honest man, and I’ll be an honest man until the day I’m cremated. I was completing my paperwork - the usual calculation of how much money I was going to have to ask my manager for, so that we could print enough copies of the newspaper for this entire city comfortably.” Explained Debashish.

“We got enough funds by the next month, and everyone got back to work with better spirits than before because of more money. Turns out nobody needed this many newspapers in the town. I was the one in charge, and I am the only one who is not white at the office. So they have all turned on me”.

“Though I must confess, I did not expect my estimated amount to be that bad. Today, they gave me a suspension letter. Now I am going to have to stay at this dreadful place for God knows how long!”

“I should not have taken everything out on you when I got back from work. Apologies, Mr Holmes.” he apologized shaking his head and sighing. 

Mr Holmes waved it off. “You did not expect your estimate to be this bad, you say?”

“Never, sir. I am a well-educated man, with an expertise in mathematics. I never could have made such a mistake. Perhaps my luck was so bad, it made my brain foggy when I wrote out the estimate and expenditure. Look where I am, now!”

“Ah, that is curious. Awfully curious, Mr Dey.” he took his final bite of the spicy food burnt his tongue yet for the sake of the case he ate as long as it was needed to know the facts.

“Does that mean you have taken the case now?” asked Devi with a bit of excitement in her voice. Holmes stated at her sparkling eyes and mischievous smile with a little curve on his lips too. He gave her an amused chuckle. “Why, of course!”

Devi giggled in Joy now that he's taken her case until Debashis eyed her to behave.

Holmes got up from the kitchen table and made his way to the living room, towards the door of their flat. 

“Are you already full?” Devi asked in surprise, there was plenty left for him. But perhaps his spice tolerance isn't so much.

“I have got more important things to attend to, I’m afraid.” said Holmes grabbing his deerstalker, wore his shoes and headed towards the door. Devi left her plate and Debashish at the kitchen and followed him almost running. Debashish sat baffled, thinking about his state.

Devi walked out of the house briefly to see him off, “Mr Holmes!” she called holding the door, “Mr Holmes, see you” she said with the enthusiasm to see him again.

Holmes turned around to gaze at her, and at her wide smile. With a single nod he said, “Thank you, see you too.”

"Thank you for helping"

“You only have yourself to thank. You brought your husband’s problem to me. He would have been in serious trouble otherwise. You should go back in. Take care,” said Holmes, giving her a handsome smile he walked away. Devi stood a bit where she was, knowing his smile will linger in her mind until they meets again.

She kept standing there, gazing at Holmes until he hailed a cab to take off. What if she did not want to go back in and finish the awful dinner with her husband, of which she no longer even had the appetite for? What if she wanted to follow wherever Holmes went? Did anyone in this world care about what she wanted? Because all she wanted is to follow Holmes, his adventures, something more than this mundane marriage. Is he married? Doesn't seem so, is he in love with someone? This thought scared her. However her joy was greater than her fear. 

“Maybe he's not in love, I never heard of him with a woman” she muttered to herself. Devi sighed to herself as she went back into her flat, closed the door behind her, and joined her husband at the kitchen table again to finish off with her dinner.

[swissmissficrecs]

Underrated Fics, Part 18

It’s been almost a year since my last batch of underrated fics, so I’ve got a good crop to share this time. Criteria:

- Fic is complete - Minimum 10K word count (with wiggle room) - Last chapter posted prior to November 1, 2022 - Fewer than 150 kudos as of this post - “Favorited” by me on AO3

(Previous underrated lists here)

In order of length:

1. I can’t imagine why this hasn’t been picked up by the masses yet. Just look at that summary and tell me it isn’t what you want to read right now!

A Scandal at Paladia by disfictional (34K, E, Johnlock) An ill-fated visit to Uncle Rudy's drag bar unlocks a memory of John's past- a memory that wreaks havoc on their sex life. John has a secret, and Sherlock is determined to solve the case.

2. Yes, there is major character death but also time travel, soulmates, and devastatingly hot sex:

Come Back to Me by BenAddictViolaBatch (21K, E, Johnlock) A fusion of Sherlock and the classic 1980 film, "Somewhere in Time." In 1945, young army doctor John Watson receives a brief and mysterious visit from an elderly scientist, Sherlock Holmes. Intrigued, John researches Holmes and learns that he died on the same night of the visit. He becomes fascinated by Holmes's renowned work in criminology and his secret obsession with time travel. When he encounters a photograph of a young Holmes, he is instantly and deeply enamored, realizing that they are destined for each other.

3. An intriguing series 4 fixit casefic that delivers on the emotions:

The Slow Dance and Death of a Carbon Copy by batslikepastel (15K, T, Johnlock, Warstan) He hasn’t talked to Sherlock outside the bedroom since that first night.  Today, though, when Sherlock painstakingly makes John’s favourite breakfast- eggs benedict- he smiles delightedly and kisses his cheek.  “Thanks, Mary.” The first sign of delusion.

4. For those who want to see what Sherlock got up to during his time away, you can’t get more intense than this:

Serbia by BeautifulFiction (13K, T, Gen with Johnlock undertones) He could not return to John knowing this mess remained unfinished. He could not return to London and expect forgiveness if the ruse had no reason.

5. Deeply thought-provoking philosophy couples with exquisite narrative tension in this soulmate-esque apocalypse AU:

Learning the Heart by Calais_Reno (11K, T, Johnlock) An android tries to understand love and grief.

6. An exciting, snarky zombiefic with simmering Johnlock feels:

Haemophilia by kaasknot (10K, T, Johnlock) It started at Baskerville. A leaky pipe, a faulty experiment left to seed by an absent scientist; in the end, it didn't matter. What mattered was that an epidemic spilled through the medical halls of Baskerville, and no one knew the cause—or how to treat it.

7. This fic might look hardcore, but it’s really fascinating with a gentle, calming vibe. Not exactly Johnlock (yet), but the spark is definitely there:

Fit to Be Tied by Kameo (10K, M, Johnlock) Sherlock Holmes is ever on the lookout for new experiences, and for the first time he is exploring BDSM play at a tasting being held at a local dungeon. He has no idea what to expect but it certainly wasn't a rope-tying army doctor.

8. A tidy casefic/series 4 fixit with preslash setup for more:

The Adventure of the Solicitor’s Mansion by aTangledSkein (9.8K, Johnlock, M) Set post Season 4, this is an update to ACD's "The Adventure of the Abbey Grange."  John is questioning his relationship with Sherlock and wrestling with his own demons. 

[iconuk01]

Things I didn't know I needed.

The Watermill Theatre, which did the amazing "Lord of the Rings" earlier this year has announced it's next major project for 2024.

"Sherlock Holmes and the Poison Wood", a rock opera!

London 2024. Doggedly pursuing success as a private detective, Sherlock Holmes is faced with a new case; an unexplained death in the infamous environmental protest camp at Oakenwood. Supported by his media-savvy landlady, nutritionist Dr Watson, Sherlock’s keen eye for detail and tireless pursuit of the truth has brought a growing online fandom and an uncomfortable intrusion into his private life.

Delving into the details, Sherlock suspects that arch-nemesis, tech billionaire and international potato magnate Jan Moriarty is at the root of the case, but the game’s afoot and they must move fast to uncover the truth and foil her plans. In a world of cancel culture, deepfakes and digital manipulation, only self-discovery and acceptance can unlock this case.

This is the workshop cast, not necessarily the actual cast, so make the most of Arthur Darvill (Yes, THAT Arthur Darvill) as Holmes singing "Elementary"

[thefisherqueen]

Notes while watching Granada's Sherlock Holmes: The elegible bachelor. They made a full movie out of this short story, I'm curious to see how the material has been expended upon

The beginning of this story was tough to watch. Good of Granada to touch upon the subject of the treatment of mentally unwell people, though. May we one day react to people in obvious grief and distress with compassion and offering them what they need to recover, not by subduing/restraining them or locking them up, as today still happens too often

"You wild and beautiful thing" "Not half as wild and beautiful as you" oooh smooth dude. She really is very beautiful and looks stunning in that smart riding costume! New discovery about myself: I have much more of a weakness for women in smart victorian clothing than in the prettiest of dresses. New sexuality unlocked: victorian women while they're on the move + Jeremy Brett, but only for staring at (for an uncomfortable amount of time)

To expand upon my previous point: especially staring at Jeremy Brett sprawled on the sofa in just his nightdress, which is all open at the neck and chest. Sir what are you doing to me

Not too sure about Holmes' dream. Did they choose to depict this case as a post-Reichenbach one and is that why it's all about the waterfall? I'm always in favour when media shows trauma symptoms, and think it very realistic that Holmes would have reoccuring nightmares about waterfalls after that experience, but it's a bit overdone I think. Could have made more impact if it had been a little more subtle. Loved his charcoal drawings of the dream, though, and also the 'hyperventilating via pipe". Seems like a thing Holmes would do

The old gossiping aunts are hilarious

So much screaming and fighting, was that really necessary Grananda? Holmes walking around through dark alleys in a bad mental health state is very valid, but this feels a little like I'm watching Sweeny Todd... not the greatest of association for Sherlock Holmes

"Come and use your whore, my lord. You'll never have anyone who'll do what you want like me" ehm, madam? *uncomfortably close-up of her mouth* oooh, this bachelor's former sweetheart is actually trying to murder him for daring to marry another? Exciting

Mrs. Hudson waiting in the corridor for Holmes is adorable. "I don't really sleep these days" oh no I want to hug him so badly. Watson where are you? Your intimate friend needs you

This seems like a really draining episode for Jeremy Brett to play! I want to look up if he ever commented on it

Love that Mrs. Hudson contacts Watson to say that Holmes is not doing well. "You should have called me earlier" "I didn't dare disobey him" lots of hugs for mrs. Hudson too

The emotion in Jeremy Brett's voice and face as he explains the nightmare *cries with him* Also love that they added the anger and irritation and unhinged stuff about missing Moriarty from the book. Mental health problems are not all pretty tears

The scene out on the street in the rain is unhinged, I love it

Ok, halfway through the movie and the real investigations have began. I'm quite faceblind and having trouble keeping the different ladies involved apart, and the men as well, so this will be fun to try to keep up with

*deep, silky voice* "That any man should be worthy of such love..." are you trying in seduce her, Holmes? I don't think it's working. She just wants her bottle and her lord

I knew you could walk dramatically down a stairs, never have seen one walking dramatically up it before

"It could not happen today, we have the lunacy act, you can't just put people away" "It can if you are a handsome duke" This is an interesting piece of dialog. Not quite saying all that's wrong in mental health care, but this episode is already digging deeper than most media does, especially because it also depicts Holmes - the protaganist - as having mental health problems. That already paints a much more even and sympathetic picture. It's easy to imagine Holmes, if he lived in less privileged circumstances and showed less acceptable symptoms and wouldn't have people who cared about him close, ending up in an asylum. And Watson is a doctor - not necessarily safe for someone like Holmes. Where the critique falls down is the 'innocent woman locked up, is not mad', which doesn't adress the abuse of those who are locked up and are 'mad'

"I live only half a life. Nothing seems to break the gray circle I live in" I bet that Holmes can relate to that statement. And Jeremy Brett choose to show that by standing very close to her, even at one time shortly touching her hand, which Holmes never does with strangers. That was a beautiful acting choice

"I walk the streets at night. I'm looking for danger. Sometimes I'm asking the world to hurt me, so I can feel alive" It's a shame Holmes is immediately back in investigation mode after those moving lines. It's like Holmes' bad mental health episode is treated like a mere plot device, the nightmare containing actual clues. I generally like when dreams are used as foreshadowing, but I think it works better when it's more obscure, something like 'dream gives idea for solution' or 'dream sets mood for something happening later'. This is a bit too straightforward and, like the 'creeping man' episode, the occurance of straight up predictive/telepathic dreaming feels out of place. Wrong genre

*Holmes is distracted by laundry mid-conversation* hehe very ADHD of him

"I cannot expect you to understand how much I envy you. The delight it must be to face an opponent of some worth" Very appropriate thing to say to a depressed woman who lost her sister and got disfigured herself, Holmes

"Trust me" "Not an inch, my lord" Haha, probably sensable

Oh no, he killed another wife. Mistress. Whatever. Loved that Granada made him full evil

VERY brave of the american girl to confront her 'husband', but oh, so scared for her now *few minutes later* don't agonise him further silly girl! You're being very brave, but also very stupid! Come on, Holmes and Watson, hurry!

Nice shot Watson :)

Ah, there's the second wife, still alive! And she - oh. Interesting. Did not have 'became feral witch and took revenge on her husband in the prison he locked her up in by a trap she made herself' on my bingo card

The ending when she crawled out of her prison... that was very wholesome, actually. Love that she was allowed to become 'ugly' and still be a hero, that's rare for female characters. Hope she and her sister will live on happily together. They can at least share their trauma

And it ends with a performance... wait, so miss Miller did survive? Good! And Watson and Holmes are watching it with the sisters, I presume? Gosh I'm so bad at faces. Guess it must be

A wild and dark episode for sure, overall a very interesting watch. Just a shame about the prophetic dreaming, that was a bit out of place and unnecessary

[tcbefearless]

@deathtransformed sherlock & irene

The day had been dragging, whenever she came back to London it always seemed to drag. Perhaps it was because stealing jewels and other expensive and valuable items wasn't exactly the easiest thing these days (although Ms Adler had successfully attempted it). She sat in his arm chair, feet up happily just sipping the whiskey she had poured herself. Watson was out, she knew that much as was Mrs Hudson. The signature Parisian perfume lingered in the air, the usual scent that Irene wore. A perfume which could only be described as an ambery fragrance with a spirited and voluptuous scent.

She heard the door open and a small smile appeared across her features. "You know you should really lock your door" her New Jersey accent thick, of course the door had been locked but with quite a simple pick and pin she managed to unlock the door of the flat without very much hassle at all. The rain came down on the window with a soft pitter patter, the light beside her had been switched on as the darkness of the flat gloomed over. Blonde hair resting upon her shoulders, blue eyes upon Holmes. How long had it been since Bohemia? A year? Perhaps more.. at this point Irene had lost track of time.

"How's Doctor Watson?" John didn't exactly like Irene, although he had mused that she had made a proper idiot out of him at the time which he had found rather amusing. Adler had a few diamonds on her person, a beautiful necklace that glistened in the caramel hue of the lamp, and a few rings placed upon her fingers. Of course these were stolen items that Irene just simply took the pleasure of taking for herself. However, the ring where the once engagement and wedding ring sat, had a slight tan line which was rapidly fading yet the line still remained.. recently divorced.

The kettle that had been on suddenly went off with a small DING and Irene jumped to her feet, placing the whiskey down on the table heading in the direction of the kitchen in such a casual manner it was as if she'd been invited inside. "I thought you'd be home at this time, so I made you a cup of tea, I hope you don't mind?"

[skyriderwednesday]

I have actually been unable to get that Sherlock Holmes Solves Bible Mysteries book out of my head, so I looked it up

I just... what???

Embark on a journey through the Old and New Testament with Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson as they explore exotic and spice-laden places in search of clues.

First of all, 'exotic and spice-laden' is always a terrible sign when used to describe the Middle East.

The detective and the doctor travel back in time with the help of a Moriarty-designed time machine to investigate ten Bible destinations, unlocking clues to ten Bible mysteries.

...why did Moriarty design a time machine, how did he manage to make it work, and why do Holmes and Watson have it now? Also I'm sorry, Mr Len Bailey, but Sherlock Holmes has exactly no interest in the bible and if he had a time machine that would not be where he'd be going.

The most fascinating crime cases are those that are already solved, those that have been investigated by the police and brought to a swift, satisfying, and almost inevitable conclusion.

That's... debatable...

So it is with Bible stories which the reader may consider familiar and unremarkable. But under close scrutiny these stories give up their hidden clues, their long kept secrets. Like a jewel newly polished, they sparkle and shine with a fresh, introspective light.

Sure, but do it as a theology text, not as Sherlock Holmes fanfic.

[thekittyfox2999]

Creature

!TW: Body horror!

I knocked on the door to my brothers and his writer's residence. I was expecting it to take a minute, but the door opened so suddenly that I almost wondered if it had been unlocked in the first place. But no. The face of the lovely little Mrs Hudson was peeking out at me. She seemed on edge, but calmed down at the sight of a familiar face. She looked distressed.

“Holmes. How surprising to see you. Do you need something dear?” She was always sweet and very unprofessional with titles, but, who would correct such a sweet lady? Certainly not me.

“I’m here to talk to my dear brother, I surely hoped you could decipher that.” I joked lightly, she looked down at the ground, still holding the door.

“I’m not sure you’ve heard about the news. Watson has gone, mental, I'm afraid. And Sherlock was involved.” I cocked my head to the side. She continued.

“I don’t think you’d like to see him right now. And, with the state they’re in, you’ll only upset the neighbours.”

I pushed the door lightly to see her better. She looked tired and her clothes looked distressed in small areas. She stepped back and let me in. Only after I stepped closer inside did she lock it in an instant.

“I don’t want the reporters here. And it’ll help dampen the noise if they wake up.” I walked carefully up the stairs with Hudson following behind.

I stopped at the door to the sitting room, waiting for her to tell me something, but she only sighed.

“I can’t stop you from going in there.” I looked back at her.

“I’d like to hear why I shouldn’t go in there, even if I am. The perspectives help.” Her eyes looked distant downstairs. She was probably thinking of breakfast.

“What I have seen has scarred me. I don’t want anyone else to see this…horror. It’s nothing I have ever seen before. I don’t know how Watson went down this path.” I nodded.

“The fact that Sherlock survived in the first place was a miracle. I hope Watson isn’t in any pain. I hope his mind is still there somewhere. It’s like losing two people in a night.”

I opened the door slowly. Mrs Hudson hid behind me.

The room was messy. Newspapers were thrown around. A teacup had been knocked down to the ground, broken into pieces. The thing I saw before me was no longer human.

I saw a hunched John looking down at a destroyed journal before he turned his neck up. His eyes were dark and distant. Like the eyes of a frightened animal. Then a crack was heard behind him. A torso turned to look at me. It was my brother. He looked scrawny and weaker than usual. His eyes were like slits of a snake. His gaze wasn’t anything you’d like to see.

Watson crouched down for the torso on his back to loom over him, my brother's arms dangling. Tears pricked at John's eyes as pain clearly surged through his body. The torso looked like a tree growing from his back. Clothes had been ripped around the sewn areas. They were clothed, but it was like looking at a mental patient's twisted version of twins. Like two plants, one growing out of the other.

I felt my face go pale as John whimpered and Sherlock only kept staring.

Hudson breathed heavily behind me. Clearly having closed her eyes.

John’s hands gripped the carpet, probably to ease his pain as Sherlocks hands grabbed at John’s back for stability as The thing finally rose on it’s back legs.

“Mycroft.” A “Holmes” echoing behind, in John's voice.

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Okay, had another passing thought. had to make it into reality

[tiredgamergirl]

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s most famous creation has been public domain for years and many have used the famous detective as subjects for series, movies and games throughout the years, both with the stories created by the original writer and brand new adventures. The Ukrainian company Frogwares released their first Sherlock Holmes title back in 2002, called “The Mystery of the Mummy” (available for free on steam) and kept on perfecting their craft , refining the mechanics and having highly acclaimed writing in the adventure game community in their later titles.

Sherlock Holmes Chapter One, as the name implies, is both a prequel and a soft reboot of the series featuring a younger Sherlock, recently graduated from boarding school and back to his family’s home on the Mediterranean Island of Cordona to come with terms with his mother’s passing years prior. Upon arrival, it is implied that Violet Holmes didn’t die of tuberculosis as he originally believed and he decides to uncover the truth no matter the cost. Along with his imaginary friend Jon (yes, not John Watson) the entire city is a melting pot of political tensions waiting to happen, conspiracies lurking at every corner in an open world environment.

The game starts introducing the player to the mechanics in a closed environment with a simple mystery in a very focused narrative, perfect to have the player acquainted to the controls. A  bold narrative decision that might divide opinions also rear its head: the game invites to analyze the evidence and ultimately make your own decision on who is the killer and what will be the conclusion to the case. Will you allow the criminal to escape or will they be locked behind bars? Will justice be served? Was the truth reached? Some of the cases are open to the interpretation and can be hit or miss, including one in particular that Frogwares had to clarify who was the “canon” culprit. One could say that it may give the players agency in making their decision and shaping their own Sherlock, while some might want a more certain answer. For example, in one of the previous titles, Crimes and Punishment, it was possible to check if the verdict was the correct one from the casebook after the conclusion of the case.

Once the open world reveals itself it features a well-crafted city with five different zones, each featuring its own ambiance and citizens going about their own business; Sherlock is free to walk around the British aristocrats in Grand Saray, visit the sailors around the yacht club and the port, visit the more hard-working lower class citizens among the rocky Miner’s End or try his luck gathering information within the walls of the Old City, home of the Ottoman population. The opening screen warns about social and gender prejudices present in the era and the developer acknowledges it and instead of pretending it never existed they try to handle it as tactful as possible – wherever they hit the mark or not is up to the player’s interpretation.   Sometimes in order to get information about a case or enter certain locations Sherlock can disguise himself or play a eavesdrop mechanic to get new leads or even new cases, the city itself has many cases ready to be uncovered and solved by curious players. Some cases are unlocked after story progression so it is always worth coming back and wandering around to find something new and traversing is rather easy and without loading screens except for getting to new closed areas, like a house. However, the game severely lacks a mini-map and it may be a constant back and forth to the casebook menu, opening the map and checking where you are and how to get to your destination even if you have placed a marker. The game will give an address and it is up to the player to read the map and locate the streets and how to get there without the assistance of street signs. Thankfully there are plenty of fast travel points and handcrafted landmarks to assist the navigation but can be a little frustrating if playing one of the treasure hunting quests.

The casebook mechanic is also something that may be a hit or miss: in order to analyze certain leads it is necessary to “pin” it, and that sometimes involves having the right lead to interrogate suspects or find information. In one of the sidequests, despite having the right clue pinned and wearing the right outfit to gather information the game refused to spawn the right time of passerby that could give me the location to keep the investigation going. The casebook can be useful in having small icons above each clue to inform what kind of activity the player need to do and once it is exhausted there will be no more red icons surrounding it and it gets updated accordingly. Sometimes there is some more legwork needed so a trip to the police station, the newspaper or the city hall is necessary to peruse the archives and find the right documents or articles for the new locations or even the crime scene proper and it is all available on the casebook.

Once in a crime scene the observation mechanic showcases the developer’s experience and attention to detail, with Holmes allowed to examine many of the objects individually, turning and expressing his assessment about the clues presented and sometimes prompted to make chemical analysis within the casebook. Other times, upon pinning a track clue it is possible to follow the footsteps of a suspect and end up in another location and find other important evidences. The chemical analysis can be skipped, they can be a brain teaser for the math fans. After all the clues are gathered, Sherlock can interact with a white orb that will allow him to recreate the scene in his mind’s palace. Controlling Jon, the player is free to wander around in Holmes’ concentration mode and place the events where the evidence was found and if successful Sherlock will narrate what took place. Sometimes it is also necessary to access the Mind’s Palace to connect the clues so Sherlock will make deductions to provide new clues and proceed with the plot. Lavish visuals and intricate expression capture also enhances the experience of each investigation, the world feels lived-in and vibrant, restrained in realistic ways. The most out of place might be Jon that tends to appear -- justified as he is a imaginary friend.  

Like some of his traditional stories, combat is also necessary at points. The player is invited to try their hand in criminal dens but sometimes they also happen throughout the cases, in which it is possible to skip the whole process. It might be an anti-frustration feature as the combat is clunky, sluggish and very frustrating at times. The arenas often have strategic spots to shoot that might incapacitate the enemy for a brief moment of time or Sherlock can use his tobacco box to stun the opponent and subdue for a proper arrest or can downright kill the opponent. The decision is up to the player, the combat was clearly intended to be strategic but it isn’t nearly as satisfying. It might be because Sherlock is still young, but traditionally he knows boxing and a few other forms of unarmed self-defense and it is sorely missed in these situations.

This game provides an experience closely assembling the novels; a myriad of cases with varying degrees of satisfaction, some can be merely busywork like following the tracks of a donkey but sometimes they can provide some interesting brain-scratchers. Sherlock is still in his early point, not a consulting detective just yet and it reflects in his arrogance and impetuousness. Trying to step out of his older brother’s shadow, sometimes he allows himself to be overtaken by emotions that are not often seen in his later career. A lot of this title hinges on his emotional core and his relationship with Jon and the memories he uncovers at his home.

There are some DLCs for this title: Mycroft’s Pride adds a series of cases at the behest of his older brother, M for Mystery sets up the stage for Holmes’ greatest nemesis, Beyond a Joke also introduces one of his famous enemies and is a fun piece of story. The only two rather disappointing extra content is the “Saints and Sinners” quest that can be compared to the more ‘busywork’ cases in the base game; and the Victorian Starter pack’s Lead Zeppelin case, but the later comes with a hefty sum of the in-game currency that allows players to bypass the struggle of going to bandits’ lair to amass money needed for one of the quests.

This game is a must try for fans of the genre despite the interface being an hindrance most of the times and with the ability of skipping the combat, it is easy to get immersed in the narrative until the end. There are, however, a few trigger warnings that must be taken into consideration before playing.

Tʀɪɢɢᴇʀ Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢs

Gore (death bodies)

Prejudice (class, racial, religion, gender discrimination, sexual discrimination)

Slavery (former slaves)

Sexual violence (one of the cases the characters refuse to use the photo evidence due to its contents)

Self-harming (one of the suspects in the last case)

Drugs and alcohol

Suicide (DLC M for Mystery)

Violence against minors

Drowning

[anexploitableglitch]

Copy pasting my old desc. here cause I managed to word a very specific feeling:

New Obsession Unlocked - an old ass sherlock holmes adaptation (1984 granada serials) but i hate it after 2 seasons cause tHEY RECAST WATSON INTO AN OLD MAN THAT LOOKS MORE LIKE SHERLOCKS UNCLE THERE TO MAKE SURE HE DOESNT YEET OFF A CLIFF LOOKING FOR "CLUES" (eh, he grew on me. Shame it was only in like. The last season. Would have been nice to have some good dynamic before >.<)

(Watching it also made me realize that the deterioration of male to male and female to female friendships is a horrible travesty done to us by none other than QUEERBAITING and COWARDS BEING AT THE HELM, afraid of EVEN A SINGLE TOUCH OR PROLONGED LOOK, meanwhile sherlock and holmes are over here within smooching distance of one another and caressing each others face and its all just. perfectly platonic. and normal. and something that friends that have lived with each other FOR YEARS, feasibly do, cause my guy, they probably really really really really REALLY like each others presence, to live with one another for so long, and it is an unbelievable refreshment to see them simply. express that. like i dont want a grand love declaration or a giant speech of them saying they care about each other but will no homo every single living second theyre in one frame with each other. i just want to experience the moment i saw sherlock look at watson with what i can only describe as the fondest of love again and sear it into my brain permanently. cause yeah. thats what its all about. actually being fond of a person youd take a bullet for. theyre so fucking in love oh my god. i am unwell.)