#mycroft holmes

[vodkabutgay]

Sometimes I feel like I don't even deserve to see him on my phone's screen. He's so ethereal with his long/medium unruly curls with the darkest of blue mixed along with black. His eyelashes that can rival a little deer. He's so freakishly tall but somehow seems like a tall child stuck in an adult body. He's such a goofy little guy but he's also the smartest man in the room given any situation (minus if his brother is there sorry Sherly).

I like how he's so passionate about everything, be that chemistry, literature or music...oh his music! I wonder if Sherlock ever sits at his desk writing music sheets over his violin and wishes if he could play all the stringed instruments. The way he is, he probably tried. I'm sure John gets most of his rants when Sherlock is fixed on a topic. I wonder if William got to see this beautiful side of Sherlock during those three years they spend in New York. I wonder if Mycroft was the one who got him into music when he couldn't give him time because of the age gap so Sherlock became dependent on this particular hobby to distract himself. I wonder if he ever wanted to compose the music he wrote. I wish our little detective was real.

I hope he knows John forgave him for his absence. That John only wants him safe and sound.

And I hope he knows his brother was mourning him. That it's about time they offer eachother closure. That his brother loves him.

And most importantly, I hope he knows his Liam views him as hope. That William will burn the world once again if something happens to him. He's the only remaining light in William's life and always will be. They don't ever have to go through something alone ever again, be that tragic or beautiful. They have eachother.

Sorry guys I got a little emotional with this one :3

[plush4bunny]

#cold hands with warm hearts

[angryducktimemachine]

I think about the Holmes Brothers a lot.

[ID: a sketchbook Page filled with drawings of Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes. /End ID]

[mentallyinsanebooklover]

Dean: I love cas.

Sam: no shit Sherlock.

Sherlock: somebody call on me?

Doctor 10: it’s a saying.

John: no, it’s how I call for him.

Crowley: you guys are so cute!

Sam: where’s aziraphale?

Crowley: HE LEFT ME FOR THE FUCKING ANGELS

Dean: it’s okay…

Crowley: IT REALLY ISNT. AND NOW CAS IS DEAD?????!!!!

Dean: STOP REMINDING MEEEEEW

Sherlock: are you sure that they’re not insane?

John: like you aren’t.

Sherlock: fair.

Doctor 10: WHY DONT I HAVE LOVEEEEE

[starkraivennemad]

Attitude

Greg found himself in an unexpected fit of giggles when a phrase innocently fell from Mycroft’s lips.

“Oh, that is your puerile thoughts giggle…”

“Sorry! Sorry!” Greg brought a serviette to his lips. “It was an inside joke with my family.”

“Oh?” Mycroft brows furrowed trying to fathom how what he said while semi-jokingly kvetching about a colleague could cause such.

“It started with Mum fussing with my dad. Went over my head at first because I was too young. Took a bit to get the correlation.” Greg turned a little pink. “Once I did? It was weeks before I could keep a straight face when heard.”

Greg knew Mycroft knew him well, he understood Mycroft was aware he was stalling by the indulgent little smile that played at his lips as he made a go on gesture.

“When Mum was in a… let’s say flirtatious mood and didn’t want me to know she would comment on Papa’s attitude. How Papa had a lot of attitude. Or if Papa was in a mood that was reciprocated, she’d tease ‘not with that attitude!’”

“Ah…” Mycroft nodded, getting the correlation as he had just said the words himself. “Not that it was meant the same when said to you, I gather.”

“Thank goodness!” Greg shuddered with a laugh. “I eventually cottoned on. I was using it myself for a while, calling it my attitude, but like most jokes told too often, it eventually lost its humor. With some notable exceptions.”

Because he knew Mycroft well, Greg watched as Mycroft studied him.

“You have commented on my attitude several times of late, Gregory.”

“I know...”

Greg saw the surprise as those mental wheels spun.

He saw when the conclusion was reached.

And he saw Mycroft’s understandably wary, but definite happiness of that conclusion.

“Are you saying you meant it in the same context as your female progenitor?”

“I am…”

“You want…”

“All of your attitude…? I do.”

“So, you’ve realized that thought is…reciprocated?”

“Oh yes, I have…”

They sat acknowledging the screaming unsaid.

“Shall we… check our attitudes then?”

“Oh, lets.”

Greg smiled taking Mycroft’s hand.

Signaling for the check, Mycroft grinned. @mystradepromptsandscenarios

[contact-guy]

MYCROFT INTERLUDE - an imagined conversation between Holmes and Mycroft in 1888, after the events of the Greek Interpreter, when Watson and Mycroft meet for the first time. I was thinking about the 1885 Labouchere Amendment and Mycroft being protective of his younger brother.

(this is a part of the Watson's Sketchbook series)

[lordcastaway]

i am a clownery enjoyer (mycroft is not)

[blueintimeart]

Idle doodles

[a-victorian-girl]

Asshole. MH.

Bonus:

[liminaltey]

Sherlock Holmes and his brother Microsoft

[illir]

a bit late but managed to draw something for holmes bros birthdays!

[sevrinve]

Holmes boys

[the-little-pierre]

I love the effect 🤭✨️

[deadpoetsbakery]

lord tewkesbury is a precious plant dad who must be protected at all costs. (I almost lost it when enola visited and he just casually opened the door of his room when it’s literally a whole ass forest in there)