#Mx. Sherlock Holmes

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𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒔

“𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒚”

[ 𝟸𝟾 | 𝟻'𝟷𝟷" | Agender | Demi | ❤︎𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 ]

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ᴄᴏᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪꜱᴍ: Experimenting ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴꜱᴛʀᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ: 𝐶𝑒��𝑙𝑜 ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ... ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ: Knowledge ʙᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ: Strength & Speed

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⊰𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞⊱

𝗙𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝘌𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴/𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 “𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴” 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 & 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴—𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

“𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵”

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𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿

𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬, & 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘺; 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘰

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𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁

“𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝑴𝒚𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, & 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰.”

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⊰𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬⊱

ꜱᴇx‣ AFAB ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ‣ They/Them ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ‣ 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑦 (w/ wider shoulders) ꜰᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ‣ 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ‣ 𝐷𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑒 (they like it just fine, it's society that has an issue) ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀ‣ 𝐶𝑜𝑧𝑦 ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ʟᴏɴᴅᴏɴ‣ “𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.” ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ‣ “𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦” ꜰᴀᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ɪɴꜰᴀᴍʏ‣ “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 & 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯.” ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴏɴ ɴᴏᴛᴏʀɪᴇᴛʏ‣ “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, & 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴—𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘺.”

They REALLY like birds, especially pigeons/doves 🐦

𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒐𝒏 is part of their family, almost as close as a sister they grew up with would be 🥺 (she provides them with a lot of comfort just by being at their side)

They always keep some chocolate on hand for 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒐𝒏 (to help with her hangry moods) 🍫

The matching lockets are modeled after compasses so that the 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒔 siblings “can always find each other in the end” 🧭

Occasionally, smokes (typically when they're experiencing intense emotions) 🚬

𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌'𝒔 voice can best be described as “rich & husky” 🗣

Despite being exceptionally observant they have a blind spot when it comes to their own “feelings”, it takes them a while to realize that they like™ 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 ... & even longer to understand that he actually likes™ them back (𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒐𝒏 just watches the 2 of them, flustering each other, on the sidelines like: 🤭)

They enjoy teasing 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆, all in good fun, of course, NEVER with any intended malice 😘 (𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 is a dear friend & hopefully more to them)

𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 is considered “unconventionally attractive”, despite viewing themselves as the EXACT opposite (“monstrous” enough that they avoid their own reflection unless deemed absolutely necessary 😔)

𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 has severe body dysmorphia, independent of their pre-existing gender dysphoria 🏳️‍⚧️ (these both contribute to their utter disbelief that 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 truly reciprocates their “romantic” feelings)

For breakfast, they always have apple-cinnamon-porridge & a cup of coffee (with milk + sugar) 🥣☕

They always wear flat or low-heeled footwear, as they're an extremely clumsy individual (they have a very hard time succeeding when feats of finesse & coordination are required 😵‍💫)

As someone who already suffers from intrusive thoughts & suicidal idealization, 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆'𝒔 careless words at 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗛𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗯 deeply wounded them (harsh words from strangers can easily be brushed-off & forgotten ... but those delivered by “friends” always leave a lasting scar on their heart) 🥲

When in public or around those they're uncertain about 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 is extremely mindful about how they're perceived (ALWAYS trying to be viewed as perfectly “proper”), however, when in private with those they truly trust they relax & allow their true personality to shine through

𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 is very passionate about their sense of fashion (it's really the only part of their “apperance” they find little fault in) 👗

They have only a theoretical understanding in the “ways of the flesh” (they've NEVER been attracted/familiar enough with anybody to actually awaken such feelings... until 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 😳)

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⚝ Her 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦

Character creator used: @ummmmandy

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Beautiful Japanese version: JEREMY BRETT IS SHERLOCK HOLMES

Just received a copy of the book I edited for Maureen Whittaker, JEREMY BRETT IS SHERLOCK HOLMES. Gorgeously translated into Japanese. Japanese Version. English Version. English Digital Version. This new Japanese version gives me the chance to again tell you about this splendid book. Maureen Whittaker’s superbly researched history of Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes. Taken from the larger book…

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This year marks the 10th anniversary of my collaboration with MX Publishing!

In 2014, we published "The Boscombe Valley Mystery" as the fourth story in The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Re-Imagined book series.

Here is an iconic scene from that story, in which Holmes and Watson are travelling by train to the scene of the mystery, discussing the known facts of the case.

https://sites.google.com/site/pjamesmacalusojr/

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MX Publishing/Sherlock Holmes

I learned about MX Publishing from reading my first issue of Sherlock Holmes magazine (x). Nearly every book in their book recommendations section was from the same publisher. I haven't even scratched the surface of looking through all the offerings on their website or the list of author blogs, but it's definitely a great resource for any Sherlock Holmes fan looking to read beyond the canon. And when you sign up for their newsletter, they send free audiobooks out every week.

Here's the blurb from the About Us page on their website and links below. Have fun exploring!

MX Publishing brings the best in new Sherlock Holmes novels, biographies, graphic novels and short story collections every month. With over 500 books it's the largest catalogue of new Sherlock Holmes books in the world. We have over one hundred and fifty Holmes authors. The majority of our authors write new Holmes fiction - from very traditional stories through to modern novels, fantasy, comics, crossovers, children's books and humour.

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MX Publishing blog (x)

MX Publishing social media (tumblr) (youtube) (facebook) (twitter) (instagram)

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Yes, Yes, Yes!!!

Was that the answer you wanted? @sherlockholmesbooks

過去のクリスマスの亡霊 - (should we release more Sherlock Holmes stories in Japanese?) https://mxpublishing.com/products/product-1

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The Hound of the Baskervilles: Mr. Sherlock Holmes

Doyle wrote this on his return from the Second Boer War, where he'd been a volunteer physician at a field hospital.

In 1898, he had written a short story called "The King of the Foxes", having been a fox-hunter for a while. It deals in rather similar themes and is seen as a forebearer to The Hound of the Baskervilles.

Originally serialised in installments in The Strand in 1901, this third of the Sherlock Holmes novels was published in book form in 1902, getting a US release at the same time.

Penang is a state of what is now Malaysia, located on the western coast of the peninsula of that country linked with the rest of Asia. A small and densely-populated state, it consists of Penang Island with the state capital George Town and the mainland, mainly comprising the city of Seberang Perai, today with a population of nearly 950,000. The area was a British colony at the time.

Made from palm cane from Licuala acutifida, the bulbous-headed "Penang lawyer" may be a mispronuncation of the local term pinang liyar or come from the fact it was believed to be used as a method of dealing with disputes, by hitting people with the big end. The Southern and Eastern African knobkerrie is similar in appearance.

One also turns up on "Silver Blaze", where it is considered as a possibility for the weapon used to murder John Straker.

M.R.C.S. stands for Membership of the Royal Colleges of Surgeons, a qualification at post-graduate level for surgeons. Once you get it, you can use the post-nominal letters.

The Charing Cross Hospital was located on Agar Street and was a major medical school. It still is, although it moved location in 1973 to Hammersmith, retaining its name, in a new massive hospital building; it had been decided after the Second World War that it would a good idea to move such a major medical facility out of Central London - it had become cramped in any event. The old site in Agar Street is now Charing Cross Police Station.

House surgeons were recent medical graduates carrying out surgery in a hospital under supervision. The term is still used today, covering a six-month placement in what other places call medical internships.

I believe Medical Officers dealt with general medical issues at the local level, like contagious diseases, sanitation and hospital management.

Parishes are the smallest level of local government administration in England. Historically, civil parishes and ecclesiastical parishes were the same thing, but state and church gradually moved apart, with 1894 seeing the final separation. Many have since disappeared, but about 40% of the English population remain in a civil parish, mostly in rural and urban areas. These range in size from a few hundred people to over 100,000, with Northampton being the largest. They may not be called a Parish Council; a Town Council or even a City Council (eight, including Hereford and Salisbury) are the same thing.

There has been somewhat of a revival of parishes in the 21st century, they can be created via petition and have often been set up to replace boroughs where unitary authorities have merged those with county councils. Milton Keynes is an example, now with ten parishes.

M.R.C.S. holders call themselves "Mr/Ms/Mx/etc." not "Doctor".

A frock coat is a knee-length mens' coat with a skirt-like bottom, popular in this period. It was used as formal day wear, but by 1889 was being replaced by the morning coat in that regard. It ceased being required at the royal court in 1936, but still turns up in some places; like officers of the Household Division. The "Teddy Boys" (and Girls) youth subculture of the 1950s to 1970s also were fans.

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A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 3) Chapter Nineteen

Father Figure! Sherlock Holmes x Teen! Reader

Chapter Nineteen: Helpless Detective

Summary: (Y/N), John, and Sherlock go up against Magnussen.

Mouse Note: One more chapter to go!

            (Y/N), John, and Sherlock sat stiffly in the helicopter. It whirred through the air towards Magnussen’s house, and the closer they got, the more (Y/N) fidgeted in their seat. They wanted more information, but without facing Magnussen, there didn’t seem to be anything to know. That being said, (Y/N) kept running through everything they knew about Magnussen. There had to be something they missed, something behind Magnussen still being so confident in himself and his abilities…He still felt in control of the situation. (Y/N) didn’t like that. Not at all.

            The helicopter arrived in front of a mansion—Magnussen’s home. It descended to the long, wide lawn and landed. Several security men came closer to escort the group inside while more stood waiting on the patio. Of course, Magnussen was not the only danger. He was a mental challenge, but the security was there for physical protection as well.

            (Y/N), Sherlock, and John were escorted inside. They passed through a greenhouse of exotic plants before arriving at an elevator. The lift took them one story up and opened to reveal a loungeroom. Magnussen sat comfortably on a long white couch with whiskey in one hand. He was at home, in his element, perfectly comfortable and in control of the situation.

            Sherlock, (Y/N), and John came a stop in front of him, and he looked up. Satisfied with their arrival and appearance, he nodded to his men, and they retreated back downstairs. The four were left alone to begin their discussion.

            “I would offer you a drink, but it’s very rare and expensive,” said Magnussen. He was opting to start with condescension.

            Trying to get a rise out of us, thought (Y/N). They wouldn’t let him win. They’d remain in control of themself.

            Sherlock took the first step and sat down away from Magnussen. He pulled out Mycroft’s computer and put it between them. Magnussen smirked in satisfaction. Sherlock looked around the room and paused. He suppressed an angry reaction and schooled his features.

            “It was you,” he said.

            John and (Y/N) turned to see what he was looking at. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes, and John’s eyes widened. Projected on the wall was a video of the incident so many months ago. It showed Sherlock rescuing (Y/N) from the bonfire over and over, endlessly.

            “Yes, of course,” said Magnussen. “Very hard to find a pressure point on you, Mr. Holmes. The drug thing I never believed for a moment, and, anyway, you wouldn’t care if it was exposed, would you?” Sherlock didn’t respond and just kept watching the video. “But look at that—look how you care for poor little Mx. Moriarty. The kid in distress.”

            “They were leverage,” said Sherlock, narrowing their eyes.

            (Y/N) crossed their arms. It made sense. The skip code Sherlock had shown them called them “(Y/N) Moriarty.” Magnussen was the only one who called them that. It fit perfectly. It was clear it had all been a message to Sherlock, and now it was clear: Magnussen was telling Sherlock he knew his pressure point and setting up for this. This was all him.

            So how do I take on someone who saw every decision and knew he’d get here? thought (Y/N). It meant they were all in danger. It meant Sherlock wasn’t in control, even if he was trying to be.

            “Oh, don’t worry. I would never have let them burn. I had people standing by,” said Magnussen, but (Y/N) didn’t believe him.

            “You son of a bitch,” snapped John.

            “I’m not a murderer,” said Magnussen, and, seeing a perfect opportunity, he continued, “Unlike your wife.”

            John’s jaw tensed, and he had to fight not to snap.

            Magnussen stood and walked to the wall. “Let me explain how leverage works. For those who understand these things, Mycroft Holmes is the most powerful man in the country. Well…apart from me. Mycroft’s pressure point is his junkie detective brother, Sherlock. And Sherlock’s pressure point is (Y/N) Moriarty. (Y/N)’s pressure point is John Watson, their uncle. John Watson’s pressure point is his wife. Of course, John Watson is also a pressure point of Sherlock, and Sherlock is a pressure point of (Y/N), but it all works out in the end for me.” Magnussen allowed himself a slight smirk before becoming clinically detached again. “I own John Watson’s wife…I own Mycroft Holmes. He’s what I’m getting for Christmas.”

            “It’s an exchange, not a gift,” said Sherlock.

            Magnussen picked up Mycroft’s computer. “Forgive me, but I already seem to have it.”

            (Y/N) didn’t like how much control Magnussen had in the moment. They wanted to do something, but they were just standing there, silent. Helpless.

            Just like with Moriarty, said their mind.

            (Y/N) winced and tried to push the thought away.

            “It’s password protected,” said Sherlock, referring to the computer as Magnussen ran his fingers over the back. “In return for the password, you will give me any material in your possession pertaining to the woman we know as Mary Watson.” He spoke firmly and clearly.

            “Oh, she’s bad, that one. So many dead people. You should see what I’ve seen,” said Magnussen.

            “I don’t need to see it,” snapped John. He had decided to follow his heart and love Mary, who clearly loved him back. He’d been a soldier. She’d been an assassin. They were done with lies to each other and ready to just be a family.

            “You might enjoy it, though. I enjoy it,” said Magnussen pleasantly.

            “Then show us,” said (Y/N).

            Everyone turned towards them. It was the first time they’d spoken at the meeting.

            Magnussen put the laptop down and leaned forward. “Show you Appledore?”

            “Show us your Appledore,” said (Y/N). “If you can.” They saw something pass in his expression, gone as quickly as it came. If you can. He’d seemed…amused? Perplexed? Impressed? There’d been something in that.

            Good. It means I’m getting closer.

            And as much as (Y/N) hated being like Moriarty, there was one thing they very much shared with him. They were snakes. Sherlock charged head-on into challenges, but (Y/N) waited. They spoke when they needed to. They let the reactions of others guide them. They gathered all the clues they needed to trap their enemy—their prey. (Y/N) was not a Moriarty. But in a battle of minds, they were a true competitor, a strategic mastermind waiting to strike.

            (Y/N) would figure out Magnussen. Then, they’d tear him down in whatever way was necessary to protect their family. Magnussen wanted to keep insisting they were a Moriarty? Fine. It wasn’t their fault he forgot that the name wasn’t just an irritation. It was a reminder of all they could be and refused to be. They decided how they acted. And now, they’d be a snake.

            “We want to see the vaults,” said Sherlock, trying to get Magnussen’s attention off of (Y/N). He didn’t like it; he didn’t want (Y/N) in harm’s way. “We want everything you’ve got on Mary.”

            Magnussen relaxed again and calmly looked at Sherlock. (Y/N) watched him. Once again, he was in control of the situation. So, the difference in their statements meant something.

            Magnussen leaned back and patted the laptop. “You know, I honestly expected something better from you, Sherlock.”

            The Holmes spoke calmly. “I think you’ll find the contents of that laptop—”

            “—Include a GPS locator,” finished Magnussen, still completely at ease and one step ahead. “By now, your brother will have noticed the theft, and security services will be converging on this kind. Having arrived, they’ll find top secret information in my hands and have every justification to search the vaults you want to see. They will discover further information of this kind, and I’ll be imprisoned. You and your pets will be exonerated and restored to your smelly little apartment to solve crimes as a psychopathic ‘family.’ Mycroft has been looking for this opportunity for a long time. He’ll be a very, very proud big brother.”

            Too knowledgeable of what will happen to not have planned for this, thought (Y/N). So what does he know that we don’t? They would figure it out. They would.

            “The fact that you know it’s going to happen isn’t going to stop it,” said Sherlock.

            Something else will, though, thought (Y/N).

            They hated to doubt Sherlock’s intelligence, but they saw Magnussen in a way he didn’t. They were a teenager still finding their way in the world. They saw adults as learning opportunities for what to avoid and what to follow. Sherlock saw Magnussen as an equal. (Y/N) saw him as someone who knew something they didn’t, something they needed to learn. It meant (Y/N) was at a disadvantage to Magnussen, but it meant they could see their disadvantage, and that was the first step to overcoming it.

            “Then why am I smiling?” remarked Magnussen coyly. “Ask me.”

            “Why are you smiling?” asked John.

            “Because Sherlock Holmes has made one enormous mistake which will destroy the lives of everyone he loves and everything he holds dear,” said Magnussen. He stood. “Let me show you the Appledore Vaults.”

            He strolled to a pair of wooden doors. John, (Y/N), and Sherlock followed. “The entrance to my vaults. This is where I keep you all.”

            He pushed the doors open. Revealed was a bare, windowless, white-painted room. It was barely a few feet in width and depth, akin to a closet. There were no hidden slots for files, nothing. It was just a barren room.

            John frowned and looked around. “Okay—so where are the vaults?”

            “They’re standing with us,” said (Y/N), putting everything together as they saw the perfect room for someone to sit and think in without interruption.

            They were pleased to see Magnussen’s face fall for a second at not getting to announce it himself. They had found the truth sooner than he got to enjoy himself. But it was still too late, since they, John, and Sherlock had walked into an exchange without the truth that what they were searching for didn’t exist in the material sense.

            Too late, crowd Moriarty’s voice in their head, and (Y/N) bit the inside of their cheek.

            Magnussen faltered before grinning. “My research was right. You are a clever one.” He tapped his temple. “The vaults are all in here.”

            Sherlock’s eyes widened. It was the one thing he hadn’t considered.

            “A Mind Palace,” said (Y/N). “That’s why you look like you’re reading your glasses. That’s why when I said ‘Show us, if you can’ you were amused. I was getting closer to the truth—only you see your vaults. You’re going through the files in your mind.”

            “Sherlock, you really have to be careful with this one. Mx. Moriarty is getting quicker than you,” said Magnussen, grinning. “Yes, a Mind Palace. ‘How to store information so you never forget it by picturing it.’ I just sit here, I close my eyes, and down I go to my vaults. I can go anywhere inside my vaults, my memories. I’ll look at the files on Mrs. Watson.” He closed his eyes and raised his hands. His fingers twirled in the air like he was flipping through papers. “This is one of my favorites. Oh, it’s so exciting. All those wet jobs for the CIA. Oooh! She’s gone a bit freelance now. Bad girl. Ah, she’s so wicked.” He moved as it closing a filing cabinet and opened his eyes. “You see?” He smiled. “Poor Sherlock. Mx. Moriarty got to it before you. Still a bit late though. Maybe should’ve talked with them before coming here. Oh, well. I knew you wouldn’t to ‘protect them.’ What a protective parent.”

            Sherlock’s hands curled into fists. He’d failed and walked right into Magnussen’s trap. He hadn’t realized the truth. And because he’d tried so hard to protect (Y/N), he hadn’t seen Magnussen knew what he’d do.

            “So there are no documents. You don’t actually have anything here,” breathed John, eyes widening.

            “Oh, sometimes I send out for something if I really need it, but mostly I just remember it all,” said Magnussen, quite pleased with himself.

            “I don’t understand,” said John, shaking his head.

            “You should have that on a t-shirt,” said Magnussen.

            “You just remember it all?” said John.

            “It’s all about knowledge. Everything is. Knowledge is owning,” said Magnussen. He was victorious, but he was simply pleased with himself. He didn’t seem relieved or joyous. He had known he would win; he had always been confident of that. This wasn’t a surprise to him. His victory was commonplace because he always manipulated everyone else.

            (Y/N) had seen that expression before. It was more crazed then, but (Y/N) still hated it. They despised the self-satisfaction Magnussen and Moriarty shared in their eyes as they looked at the people they trapped in their webs. (Y/N) would do anything to change that expression.

            “But if you just know it, then you don’t have proof,” said John, confused.

            Magnussen scoffed at his “stupidity.” “Proof? What do I need proof for? I’m in the news, you moron. I don’t have to prove it; I just have to print it.” He walked away from his study and buttoned his jacket officially. “Speaking of news, you three will be heavily featured tomorrow—trying to sell state secrets to me.” He tutted like a disappointed parent, and the icy anger in (Y/N) grew as the similarities between him and Moriarty crystallized further in their mind. “Let’s go outside. They’ll be here shortly.”

            He hadn’t been concerned about Mycroft coming because he knew he wasn’t the one who would be arrested. There was no information or dirt to find on him. It would all be pinned on Sherlock. And John. And (Y/N).

            “Can’t wait to see you arrested,” said Magnussen, walking to the elevator and leaving them behind.

            John looked at Sherlock and (Y/N) desperately. “Sherlock, (Y/N), do we have a plan?”

            (Y/N)’s mind was whirring, trying to find a way out. They had to do something. They had figured out Magnussen, but it hadn’t done anything. They were still helpless.

            “Sherlock, (Y/N)?” repeated John.

            “I can’t—I don’t,” said (Y/N), trailing off as their mind went in a thousand different directions and hit dead-end after dead-end.

            “Sherlock?” said John.

            “What have I done?” said Sherlock quietly, looking at (Y/N). His kid. The kid he failed. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, but he couldn’t move closer. He couldn’t. He’d failed his child. “I’m sorry.” He turned away and walked towards the lift. It was time to face all the consequences he had brought to the people he cared about. He had destroyed the lives of those who he loved and all that he held dear.

            The group was silent as they exited the elevator and walked out onto the patio. It was dark now, and the wind whistled across the hills.

            Magnussen watched them approach, still triumphant and ready to rub their failure in. He looked at John, who had steeled his features like a true soldier facing defeat. He refused to show fear.

            “I just love your little soldier face,” said Magnussen. “I’d like to punch it. Bring it over here a minute. Come on. For Mary. Bring me your face.”

            John reluctantly walked closer. What else could he do? Magnussen could release all his information on Mary. He was at Magnussen’s mercy.

            “Lean forward a bit and stick your face out,” commanded Magnussen. John obeyed. “Now, can I flick it? Can I flick your face?” John gritted his teeth, and Magnussen grinned. He raised his hand and flicked his middle finger against John’s cheek. “I just love doing this,” he chuckled. “I could do this all day.”

            Moriarty played with people that way. He played with me that way, thought (Y/N). They narrowed their eyes and took a slight step forward.

            Sherlock held their shoulder before they did anything else, not wanting Magnussen to turn his attention to them. He had failed them so immensely, but he had to try to protect them from anything more.

            “It works like this, John,” continued Magnussen, flicking John’s face over and over. “I know who Mary hurt and killed. I know where to find people who hate her. I know where they live—all in my mind palace, all of it. I could phone them right now and tear your whole life down, and I will unless you let me flick your face. That is what I do to people. This is what I do to whole countries, just because I know.”

            Magnussen grinned. “Can I do your eye now? See if you can keep it open, hm?” He flicked John’s eyebrow, and John closed his eye instinctively. “Come on. For Mary. Keep it open.” John couldn’t, and Magnussen laughed. “It’s difficult, isn’t it? Janine managed it once. She makes the funniest noises.”

            The sound of helicopter blades beating the air interrupted the conversation. Mycroft and the security services had arrived. The consequences of Sherlock’s actions were there.

            Armed marksmen approached from the grounds while the helicopter hovered above. A spotlight switched on and landed on the group of four on the patio.

            “Sherlock Holmes, (Y/N) (L/N), and John Watson—stand away from that man,” ordered Mycroft from the leading helicopter.

            Magnussen looked over at Sherlock. “Here we go! Look at what you’ve brought, Sherlock.”

Sherlock’s eyes went to the ground, and (Y/N)’s heart tightened as they saw his defeated face. No. They wouldn’t let this happen. They couldn’t. They had to protect Sherlock.

            “Appledore is just your mind,” said (Y/N).

            “Don’t feel too bad that you didn’t figure it out earlier,” said Magnussen, smiling. “Sherlock just thinks he’s so clever that no else can be. But a Mind Palace is as helpful as physical files when I can print all that I know.”

            “Sherlock Holmes, (Y/N) (L/N), and John Watson. Step away,” commanded Mycroft.

            “It’s fine. They’re harmless!” said Magnussen triumphantly.

            Harmless. Helpless. Harmless. Helpless. Harmless, helpless…

            (Y/N) wanted to shut up the voice in their head. They wouldn’t be helpless.

            “Guys, what do we do?” said John urgently, desperately.

            “Nothing! There’s nothing to be done! Oh, I’m not a villain. I have no evil plan. I’m a businessman, acquiring assets. You happen to be one of them!” declared Magnussen almost gleefully. He looked at Sherlock. “Sorry. No chance for you to be the hero this time, Mr. Holmes. Not for you, not for John, not for Mx. Moriarty. Not this time.”

            Not this time. Not like the time with Moriarty, thought (Y/N). When I was helpless.

            Helpless, harmless. Helpless, harmless. Helplessharmless…

            “Sherlock Holmes, (Y/N) (L/N), and John Watson, stand away from that man. Do it now,” demanded Mycroft.

            (Y/N) stepped towards Magnussen, pulling away from Sherlock and passing John. Magnussen looked at them in amusement.

            “Trying to figure out where I’ve failed? Where there’s a loophole?” he said. “Sorry, Mx. Moriarty. There’s nothing for you to do.”

            (Y/N) looked at him evenly, and Sherlock and John furrowed their brow.

            “Moriarty pushed us into a situation with no solution,” said (Y/N). “My dad got us out of it.”

            “I’m not Moriarty,” said Magnussen. “I’m worse.”

            “I know,” said (Y/N). They smiled, and Sherlock stiffened at the look in their eyes and expression. Cold. Calculating. Snakelike. “But you made the exact same mistake he did.”

            “Oh?” Magnussen arched a brow, gazing at them condescendingly.

            “He forgot that the Holmes is willing to do anything for the people they love,” said (Y/N). Their smile turned to a smirk. They raised their hand, and the gun they had taken from John’s pocket flashed in the helicopter’s spotlight. “And I’m (Y/N) Holmes.”

            Not harmless. Not helpless.

            Bang!

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Hi Steph! I hope a quick self promotion is okay! I’m always_1895 on AO3. My first ACD-verse novel The Devil At Prayers was taken down this year. The reason is that it was accepted for publication by MX Publishing! We’re running a Kickstarter for preorders now and I’ll get all the proceeds. 20% is also being donated for humanitarian aid. Here’s the link if it’s okay to share, we’re running it until January 4th at 12pm EST. https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1119912442/the-devil-at-prayers-an-untold-sherlock-holmes-adventure

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Pinned Post - Intro + TWs

intro ✨ The Fictional Facade is a comic produced by @mx-hyperfixation based on an old writing project (which was more of some multifandom jumble of chaos and crossovers). This comic has no updating timetable as its traditional art and there’s lots that may delay or set the project ahead, so keep an eye out for pages whenever they’re finished :D expect characters like Sherlock Holmes, Henry Jekyll + Edward Hyde, Victor Frankenstein and Dorian Gray, as well as other fictional characters being featured as cameos :)) Now onto tws Trigger warnings for this comic:

Smoking, Alcohol/Drug use and mentions, Body horror, language (this may update)

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I respect Sherlockians who Play the Game (live as though Sherlock Holmes and John Watson were real and treat the canon as true stories), and admire the commitment of those who hold to that no matter what. It’s a fun and very unique experience across all fandoms that I don’t see anywhere else.

But I did see a post about the Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes series by Laurie R King (which is good fun though not without some stuff that does deserve questioning). In that thread, one of the comments was from David Marcum, who does the MX Publishing’s massive collections of Holmes stories and who is one of the more serious who Play the Game. He linked a post where he talked about how he rationalizes the series with The Game—specifically how can one rationalize a Holmes who is in retirement marrying a young woman in her twenties.

You can read it here

Basically what I find interesting is that Marcum firstly adheres to Holmes’ supposed age in the Game, making him in his very late 60s in most of the Russell years, instead of his early 50s as suits the story (Holmes remarks to Russell that he was often assumed to be older due to Watson’s stories). A woman in her 20s with a man in her 50s will still raise eyebrows, especially as he met her as a teenager, and yet that’s not the same gap as 70 and 20. Likewise Russell has gone through a lot of life experience by the time any romantic moves are made; her and Holmes are on fairly even footing by then. (Do I still approve of the age gap? No, but then again maybe that’s just my personal preference.

But my bigger qualm with Marcum’s rationalizing the Russell thrillers within The Game is how he rationalizes it all. Russell is a woman who is sick in the head after her family’s death, becomes obsessive over Holmes (fairly directly in opposite to the text where she doesn’t care if he’s a neighbor or a myth, and berates him to his face for assuming her intelligence—point in her favor, I might add), and further descends into madness creating a romance between them in her mind, a life well lived with family.

Here’s hoping I’m not the only one who is a little disturbed by this—yes, the way to rationalize an intelligent woman holding her own with Holmes intellectually, romantically, and as a crime solver, is that she’s insane and disturbed and creepy. Yuck.

He notes that he’s on board with Holmes having romance with Irene Adler, which is fairly bonkers to me. I can read stories where they’ve had a romance, in fact, if memory serves, the two had something brief pre-Russell era in that canon. But I do not like the idea that Holmes cannot be romantic with a “fan made” character. An argument can be made that many Dan made characters are Mary Sues, or John Does, for Watson, as many find the good Doctor difficult to write (and I agree, he is, but that doesn’t always warrant a stand in when Watson would’ve suited the same character actions). But it’s strange that when the newcomer is a woman, she’s hated or interrogated so thoroughly, especially when Mary Russell is so strong a presence and definitely holds her own as a unique character and not just a stand in (even if Watson is a bit dim in her stories compared to canon, we can forgive that because he is so loved by everyone in the Russell texts).

Instead, if I were playing The Game, i would submit this (and I plan on writing a fic to challenge Marcum’s own little story):

Russell is the neighbor of semi-retired Holmes and their meeting is unchanged, he begins to tutor her and saves her in his own way, and she him. The events of Beekeepers and O Jerusalem take place fairly close to recorded, save a few alterations.

Holmes in retirement is living with Watson, as a romantic partnership. Russell discovers this early and although taken aback at first, comes around to it quickly. She creates the stories as fabrications to hide their romance, and with permission from H&W, creates the romantic relationship on paper between her and Holmes to disguise what would’ve been illegal and perhaps reputation ruining for the pair.

The three remain their own sort of family and the series progresses as published to continue that fabrication of the truth.

No mentally disturbed Russell, but a Russell who’s still strong and sane and perhaps at times cleverer than Holmes. No creepy stalker behavior by a girl, but the same in canon amazing woman we get to see grow up. Same partnership, just no romance.

I wonder if this solution wouldn’t occur to a canon purist who plays the game— a purist up until the point where they play a game of rationalizing a non-canonical work to fit their version of Holmes. Not saying that to be scathing, just if one is to entertain the possibility of modern pastiche fitting into The Game, it would be fun to be a little more creative.

I wonder if queer H&W doesn’t slot into their version of the game, and so a clever woman protecting that deep love wouldn’t either. But it seems a far better solution to approach the Russell texts under The Game than Marcum’s rationalization. Again, I’d want for some more creativity than his version.

But then, My Holmes, when I finally write him, is queer, and I enjoyed the Russell series, so it wasn’t a difficult solution.

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Trust The Muse

“Logic will take you from A to B, but imagination will take you everywhere.” Albert Einstein Recently, a friend who I hadn’t seen in a long while asked how I became an author and learned to read my writing so dramatically. By trusting my Muse. I learned that imagination expands exponentially when used daily. Championed myself the same way I nurtured the artists I exhibited as a Gallery…

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Happy to announce that The Agra Box Case, A Further Sherlock Holmes Alphabet will be released on Sept 26th.

The book is now available for pre-order on the MX Publishing webpage, Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

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