#elementary my dear

[vyragosa]

[bane-of-technology]

BBC Sherlock had its run on this site. I think it's time we acknowledge the only valid Sherlock adaptation:

Sherlock Holmes In The 22nd Century

[rosecorcoranwrites]

Better late than never: I didn’t get to post it before, but this was my Halloween costume this year: Lady Sherlock Holmes!!!

[elsewhereuniversity]

Elementary, My Dear

Whoever thought it would be a good idea to put a preschool on Elsewhere’s campus clearly didn’t know about the… special circumstances that would make the jobs of the teachers-in-training a living hell. They also chose to have it back right up to the woods. And, unfortunately, salt lines and small children don’t really mix.

Artists and musicians have a greater risk of being Taken, but they don’t have to deal with everything the Gentry can throw at them without so much as batting an eye.

It’s the Education majors that have it the worst, especially those who are working with the elementary-age students, the Gentry’s love of children far surpassing the fascination they have with artists. Those brave enough to work in the on-campus preschool/daycare, whether part of their curriculum or not, have to fight off all kinds of threatening entities (preferably before naptime), without betraying the fact that something is dangerously wrong (The fact that children See more than adults doesn’t help matters.).

The young ‘teachers’ quickly learn that it is very, very hard to tell some of Them apart from imaginary friends.

At recess, the crows perch on top of the chain-link fence, which is webbed with iron wire, and stand watch. They chatter at the children, sometimes flying to the top of the jungle gym and chucking indulgently as the tiny humans try to catch them. They never do, and the crows keep coming back.

When the crows are silent, something is very wrong. That is the signal to herd the kids inside and set them to making shiny little sculptures out of tinfoil and cocktail toothpicks, or sequins, air-dry clay, and an absolutely unholy amount of glitter. These are left outside the next day, and the crows flap down from the fence and pick them up- hopping within inches of their small, loud creators, who are sitting still and quiet, anticipation and wonder painted on their faces, and gazing back at them with jewel-bright eyes.

Salt dough ornaments are another popular craft project among the teachers (who, depending on how cautious they are, etch strange shapes and symbols into the back of each one); as are the saltwater paintings that glitter and shed flakes like snow, falling softly to the ground below where they hang on a clothesline in front of the windows. The crows, however, are not fond of salt dough, so the ornaments hang along the fence until they crack into pieces, or travel home with either the children or the students- and are fastened to refrigerators, slipped into memory boxes, or strung on lengths of string that hang along dorm room curtain rods.

When the students break out the beads, they string long strands of plastic beads right alongside their tiny charges- and hang the finished necklaces on a tree branch that hangs out over the iron-fortified fence. They never say why, though.

The stories they tell are almost all cautionary tales- Little Red, Goldilocks, Hansel and Gretel, and other children who trusted too easily or disrespect creatures that aren’t quite human- tales that warn of talking to strangers, and tell of the dangers of the woods. The dangers that are all too real not far outside of the relatively safe bubble of the daycare, where bells hang on the doors, where salt and shimmering glitter are ground into every possible (and impossible) surface; where outside the window, the crows stand watch.

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[deermrpctter]

Elementary, My Dear || Amos & James

None of his projects assigned at school were nearly as involved as this.  Granted, he hadn’t found any of them nearly as interesting or fun as this was going to be, which just further proved his theory that the Hogwarts educational system needed to be reformed.  But those old projects and reports were ancient history, thank Merlin, and James was able to focus on things he deemed more worth of his precious time.

Wrapped in an old red bathrobe, a detective hat on his head, and a bubble pipe in his mouth, James stared at the pictures of various witches and wizards that he and Amos had attached to the wall with a sticking charm.  Nearby was a red ball of yarn that they would use to start charting potential connections and plenty of parchment to scribble notes on.

“Well,” James said, staring at his own picture.  After all, it would have totally shown a double standard for him not to be included in this group.  “One reason I might be a member would be because I’m kind of rash.  Not as rash as some of my other mates, but it can be there.  But one reason I might not be in it is because I’m literally always doing things for the Order.  I don’t know how I’d have time to work for another secret organization.  Should we write those down?”

@amxsdxggory

[selfshipdork]

Two pieces of art that I commissioned from @mxgumshoe! I love them so much!!!!

[selfshipdork]

🙄 + The Great Ace Attorney

Honestly there would be at least a FEW people who are annoyed at seeing ANOTHER adaptation of the Holmes stories giving a love interest, and feel like doesn’t add anything to the story beyond her love interest status (or her that her actions in the story could be filled by another character like Susato)

Or bicker over whether she should have been a love interest in the first place when her backstory/development has her working through commitment issues and the reluctance to get married in the first place (feeling like it sends a bad message of “if you don’t want to get married or raise a child you’ll come around!)

Her being canonically alloromantic asexual might add another separate flame war as part of her “calm and collected but sometimes a wet blanket who gradually breaks out of her shell” might be too stereotypical for how aces are portrayed in media.

Oof that’s a lot (thank you for sending this in Alex!)

[tigriswolf]

for the drabble request—elementary

Prompt: "if you knew me" Format: 3-sentence

Irene Adler is a mask, yes, but one that Jamie thinks she might have been, had life gone differently. When she paints, she can imagine the girl, the woman, the artist -- sweet, and kind, and so talented that she left a mark through her art. But she wasn't that girl, didn't grow into that woman, and her art is instead felt world-wide, and she will be remembered in blood and scars.