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Mycroft and Shruti having a chat. For my fic love & lies entwined

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Pic for love & lies entwined chapter 20 Steady hands, steady love.

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Hello seven! I am writing a 'Holmes family next generation' fic. Yeah the same Sherlock/Shruti verse. And, while of course I'll search the net — Do you have a Brit Pick post on the "British Education System" ? It'll be really helpful. Thanks beforehand. 🤓

LOTS of Britpicks on the British education system. Search in my blog under #britpicking and then #english schools, english school system.

I have done a whole series of Britpicks on the English education system, starting with Primary School, Secondary School, and University, both undergraduate and graduate.

Primary schools can be found by searching my blog for #British schools and #English School system for fanfic writers

It may be necessary to do these without the capital letter at the start of the hashtag- sometimes Tumblr does it automatically in lower case, and I didn't realise that.

Secondary schools can be found by searching in my blog for #english school system and #English Education System

University education can be found by searching in my blog for #British universities and #University in Britain. If you are keen on Oxford or Cambridge, you can search on #oxbridge, #oxford university and #cambridge university.

Unfortunately, consistency in hashtags is NOT something I have been very good at doing (SORRY!)

I apologise that my blog posts are not easily searchable for two different hashtags (blame Tumblr?). I have often used #britpick and #britpickiing interchangeably because when I first started doing these, I had no idea I would be doing so many!

This question and another one on English sports made me realise that I might want to use PDFs to put these into Ao3 where multiple hashtag searching is easier. The only challenge there is dealing with so many images (I'm not great at embedding things in Ao3)!

I hope this helps!

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Nice rhyming!

A Study in Scarlet - pt I

Unique in the annals of crime When Watson meets Holmes in his prime The case is a success Now they share an address. You never forget your first time....

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Scotland Yard was all in a panic, (Lestrade in particular, manic) A man turned up dead The murderer fled So they called in the duo dynamic…

-=<+>=- Thank you for reading! Stay tuned for more thrilling adventures!

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Hello, readers.

The idea for this chapter hit me the moment I spotted a bottle of lidocaine topical spray in a very posh pharmacy. Right there on the label: “Play longer. Have more fun.” Naturally, my writer brain screamed, “Oh, there’s a story here.”

A little Googling later (for science, of course), and this suggestive, slightly unhinged, and thoroughly fun chapter was born.

Hope you enjoy the ride — pun absolutely intended.

"Elementary, My Dear... Oh.”

Rain slapped the windows like a percussionist on a deadline. London noon was as dreary and soaked as a teabag at the bottom of a pint. Inside 221B Baker Street, the mood was anything but.

Shruti stood in the doorway of the bedroom in an oversized shirt that most definitely wasn't hers. Her dark hair was damp from the rain, and her grin was criminal.

Sherlock glanced up from his violin, brow arching. “Why are you smiling like that? You only smile like that when something’s about to explode or I've left a burner on.”

“Oh, I have something explosive,” she said, sauntering in and tossing a small silver can onto the bed.

Sherlock squinted at it. “Is that—”

“Topical lidocaine spray. For... scientific enhancement.”

He blinked. “Isn’t that a mild anesthetic?”

“Exactly,” she purred. “Today we play for endurance.”

Sherlock’s eyes narrowed, calculating. “Interesting. A timed experiment?”

Shruti was already tugging off her shirt. “More than five minutes. I want you focused, Sherlock. I want data.”

Shruti straddled Sherlock, holding the little silver spray like it was a sacred relic.

“I don’t know if I should be aroused or medically concerned,” he muttered.

“Too late,” she said, eyes trailing down to where he was already very much on board. “Now hold still. This is for...

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@a-victorian-girl Thanks for tagging me!

Here's mine : Rosie's Big Day

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Summary: One day, at 221B Baker Street, 8 year-old Rosie announces she wants to get her ears pierced. Quite stubbornly.

Sherlock writers - please share your very first fic on Ao3. It doesn't matter if it isn't BBCSherlock. Here is mine, LOL. https://archiveofourown.org/works/4851512/chapters/11115830

@scrub456 @chriscalledmesweetie @totallysilvergirl @imnova @raina-at @vulpesmellifera please reblog and tag at will <3

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I'm so frustrated being forced to read cell biology to pass the exam, that I wrote this. It's not complete, but a glimpse from my WIP fic.

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14 year old Shelley Roy Holmes sat hunched on the drawing room floor, wild curls in both fists, her textbook splayed open like a crime scene victim. Her fingers tugged at her scalp dramatically as she cried out to no one in particular, “I hate biology! Hate it with every cell—nucleus, cytoplasm, nucleoplasm—whatever else is floating inside us like jellyfish!”

She flung a pencil across the room. “Why are there so many -plasms?! This is not knowledge. This is punishment. Dry, crusty facts with no emotion! No story! No plot twist! Just… organelles.”

One of the house staff passed by the open door and, with a knowing sigh, alerted Sherlock.

Moments later, Sherlock strode in, coat swishing like a cape even though they were indoors. He paused at the doorway, surveying the scene: notes scattered, one highlighter chewed to death, and Shelley threatening the textbook with a glue stick.

His brows rose, unimpressed. “I cannot believe my daughter—my daughter—doesn’t enjoy basic biology.”

Shelley dropped the book to her lap and rolled her eyes with dramatic flair. “Dad Sherlock, I love arts—give me politics, history, revolutions, even a good parliamentary debate. But not this!! Not this cytoplasmic soup of terms!”

Sherlock walked over, picked up the pencil, and placed it delicately back on the table. “You’re saying the study of life itself—microscopic, intricate, elegant—bores you?”

“Yes!” she wailed. “It’s like learning the wiring of a toaster when I’d rather be overthrowing the government that made the toaster policies!”

Sherlock looked skyward for strength. “Mycroft would have a stroke hearing that.”

Shelley snorted. “Good. Maybe then he’ll stop forwarding me biology flashcards on WhatsApp.”

Sherlock shook his head, but he was smiling now, just a little. “Very well. Would a historical analogy of how mitochondria staged a coup against the cytoplasm make it easier?”

Her eyes lit up like a revolution was beginning.

“Go on,” she said, grabbing her pen again like a sword.

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Sherlock sat beside her, fingers steepled in thought. “Alright then. Let’s begin.”

Shelley looked doubtful. “You're seriously going to teach me biology like a history lesson?”

Sherlock smirked. “Not history. Politics. Revolutionary politics.”

He tapped the open book. “Imagine the cell as a kingdom. At its core—literally—is the nucleus, the monarch. It holds all the important documents—DNA, the constitution, the royal decrees. Everything needed to govern.”

Shelley tilted her head. “So the nucleus is the ruling class?”

“Exactly. But the nucleus doesn’t run everything alone. It relies on a massive administrative system—the cytoplasm. That’s the cabinet, the ministries, the bureaucracy. It keeps things moving.”

She nodded slowly. “Alright… still sounds kind of boring but I’m listening.”

“Then,” he said, voice lowering like he was delivering court gossip, “there’s the real power player—the mitochondria. The revolutionary. Once an outsider. A rogue entity that bargained its way into the kingdom by promising energy—ATP. Now, it’s the powerhouse. Everyone fears it. Without it, the kingdom collapses.”

Shelley’s jaw dropped. “Wait… the mitochondria were outsiders?”

He nodded. “Endosymbiosis theory. They used to be free-roaming prokaryotes. Independent radicals. But they struck a deal with the primitive cell. ‘We give you energy, you give us protection.’ A political alliance. And now they live within the cell, running half the show.”

Her eyes glittered. “That’s insane. So it’s like a royal court with spies and exiled leaders making comebacks.”

“Exactly. The ribosomes are the workers—printing factories, churning out proteins like propaganda posters. The Golgi apparatus is your logistics ministry—packaging, labelling, distributing materials across the cell.”

Shelley snorted. “This is starting to sound like a cold war novel.”

“Biology often is,” Sherlock said coolly. “Each organelle has a function, a power, a political agenda. Take the lysosomes—tiny executioners. If the kingdom malfunctions, they break down rogue agents and malfunctioning parts. Internal affairs.”

“I’m actually into this now,” Shelley muttered, scribbling frantically. “Wait, wait, say that part again about lysosomes being assassins.”

Sherlock leaned back, pleased. “Just remember: the cell is alive not because it's scientific, but because it’s dramatic.”

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Reblogging this today because it really looks nice! 💛💛💛

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