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Well, it was awkward. But now they have no secrets))

Finally finished my phone appearance.

Do you like it?

Mycroft doodle in school

I sucked so bad at his hairline

That’s just him on a spiritual level idk guys

Hello people of Tumblr, I am entering these yet to be explored grounds by sharing my recent Mycroft fanart🫡 Hope you guys enjoy, can't wait to look around this platform and see what gems I may find :]

Mycroft has this worry about a person who won’t let him help them, no matter what methods he tries to accommodate them with as best as he can, while he had still been the only person who looked out for them for a long time and tried to keep them safe from their own stubbornness and their tendency for self-destructive behavior, he’s got his long nose, his nostalgia through movies, everything, there’s probably more that hasn’t come to mind yet or that I’m not putting into words properly rn, but that about sums up what I find so intriguing about him

and then we have Sherlock, who’s one smart guy👍 (obviously extremely oversimplified and I’ve got so many more thoughts on him too, but you could technically break it down to that)

The Holmes brothers

wanted to challenge myself with this one a bit so this is the result lol I‘m not the biggest fan of how it turned out but I wouldn’t say it‘s bad either🦧

Have I mentioned how intrigued I am by their altering dynamics across the different iterations yet????🥸

Bloody hell, I am SO happy that I'm not the only one who has thought about this! I agree with Sherlock being The Eye/The Web aligned/connected, but if we're talking about BBC Mycroft, I always thought of him being attached to The Lonely in some way because of that one scene where Sherlock calls him out for secretly being very lonely, and Mycroft seems a bit on edge as he tries to deny it. As for John, I can't decide if he'd go better with The Slaughter or The Hunt, but I TOTALLY see where he could be connected to The Lonely too.

i need everyone to hear me out:

sherlock is avatar of the eye touched by the web

mycroft is avatar of the web touched by the eye

watson is avatar of the slaughter touched by the lonely

irene adler gives me stranger vibes, maybe also the eye? desolation? i like the destruction motif

idk if lestrade would be inflicted with the fear, he gives me georgie barker vibes where he just Doesn't Fear

okay thats all

I need a Sherlock Holmes adaptation where the Diogenes Club is just openly a gay bar, or something like that.

Bold words coming from you, Sherlock.

I can’t get over the fact that I could have been called MYCROFT?!! My mum really liked the name… I mean she also liked the name rainbow and velvet and I was very nearly called one of those… BUT MYCROFT???

I SWEAR I WAS GOING TO REBLOG THEM NORMALLY BUT MY HAND SLIPPED ON PHOTOSHOP AND IM NOT SURE WHAT HAPPENED…

I appreciate you!

#thankfulThursday Have a great day.❤️

I love how the Sherlock fandom took everything that moftiss gave us and just went “thanks boys, we’ve got it from here” and now there is no line between the canon and non canon because it’s all canon now.

Moftiss may technically own BBC’s Sherlock but let me tell you we actually own it.

What happened in the show is a good foundation but we’ve built the palace that stands upon it.

Da Vinci Code Alcroft AU

Mycroft Holmes, an Oxford symbolism professor, is suddenly involved in a murder case.

The victim? Sebastian Moran, the curator of the Louvre.

The prime suspect? Mycroft himself.

All gets more complicated when Albert Moriarty, a french cryptologist, gets involved.

Mycroft discovers that Albert has personal stakes in the case. Sebastian was his best friend and legal guardian.

He took Albert in after a car crash killed his parents and his three younger brothers.

But Sebastian left clues in the Museum about a secret society related to the Holy Grail, and it's their job to find it and find his murderer.

Ok, now I'm tired. A few more highlights:

James is Sebastian's partner and the one who raised Albert's younger brothers, William and Louis, in secret.

That's right, they didn't die. The parents and the original William did though.

The guardians are Fred Porlock, Jack Renfield and Vivian Moneypenny (let's pretend women can be guardians).

The crazy monk is Billy (don't worry, he lives), and the bishop is Zach Patterson.

Sherlock is the Holy Grail expert that they consult, and John is his loyal servant.

In this AU, he's not a villain. He and William are working together to protect the Grail from everyone, and Sebastian and the guardians were planning to divulge the secret, so they were killed.

Albert and Mycroft have to choose between their brothers and justice.

However, before they decide on anything, James reports that Sherlock and William ran away to America, to never be seen again.

Sebastian's and the guardian's memory lives on in Mycroft and Albert.

Also, big thanks to @neversleepingagain , for planting this idea rent-free in my mind.

My Yuumori ships and their dynamics:

Sherliam (Sherlock Holmes x William James Moriarty):

Dancing in the kitchen. Baking together. Waking up, grasping at the sheets, searching for one another. Reading books together. Kissing each other's scars. Never acknowledging the dependence. Kissing each other goodbye before work. "Why do you always kiss my left eye?" "It's the part of you I buried on the Thames." "And over the gravestone you built an empire. Your empire."

Alcroft (Albert James Moriarty x Mycroft Holmes):

Knowing smiles over a glass of wine. Sharing paperwork. Late night office meetings. Holding hands in private but not making eye contact in public. Candlelight dinners. Expensive gifts. Flower bouquets every single day. "We should be more careful about this." "We could." "I don't want to." "Me neither. More wine?"

MoranQ (Sebastian Moran x Von Herder):

Chatting about guns. Flirty banter. Tired sighs after a long day. Being each other's safe haven. Guiding each other in a new world. Too much touching when they shouldn't, and no touches when they could. "You're so pretty without the blindfold. You should take it off more." "No one has seen me but you. It should be this way." "Is this what you want?" "No one can stomach me but you."

Loucroft (Louis James Moriarty x Mycroft Holmes):

Hushed whispers. Overwhelming guilt. Too many tears, not enough smiles. Sharing a bed to keep away nightmares. No one will ever know. Kisses get in the way of work, so they don't happen. Too platonic to be a romance, too romantic to be a friendship. "They would be disappointed in us." "Yes. Do you wish to stop?" "I wish I knew how to. You're my only light now."

Bondran (James Bonde x Sebastian Moran):

Shooting contests. Bragging to each other. Over flirting in public. Hands constantly on each other, minds constantly somewhere else. Never an actual relationship, never an actual fling. Being in love with the same person. "You still think he doesn't love you?" "I know he doesn't." "Why?" "He loves you." "I wish I could love you." "I wish I could love you too. Now, pass me a cigarette before I cry."

Herdran (Von Herder x James Bonde):

One-sided feelings. Rambling about interests. Five minutes feel like an eternity without them. Five hours feel short with them. Scoldings and arguments over constant mistakes. Being self-destructive together. Sharing their love for material things, never talking about imaterial love. "You've been talking for two hours, you know?" "Heavens, it's been so long? Sorry for bothering you." "Do not. I quite enjoy your voice." "I am flattered by the compliment, but as I was saying-"

Irelock/Jaylock (James Bonde x Sherlock Holmes):

Each other's one that got away. Would've, could've, should've. Doomed from the start. Love was never present, destiny was. What if. It ended before the start. A silent scream of love in a sea of hate. Maybe, maybe, maybe. No, not at all. "We could have been great." "We never had the chance. We'll never have it again." "Still, I wonder..." "I do too."

How Sherlock celebrates his birthday:

His birthday is, unfortunately, one day after Mycroft's.

Which means that, until Myc went to college, they had the same birthday party.

They both hated it.

However, their mother loved to bake. And her cakes were delicious.

It was also not very fun to celebrate, because, as christians, 5th of january is the day they take down the Christmas decorations.

And on the 6th, there was always more to do.

They didn't get presents, because how do you buy presents for such insufferable children?

When they moved out, they did not celebrate it at all. It wasn't important.

But after the fall, they get together with the whole group to celebrate.

It is not and explicit birthday party. They don't get gifts, except from their partners.

There is no cake, no candles to blow.

But there is family, and friendship, and love, and laughter.

Suddendly they look forward for the start of thr year.

They know good things are coming.

Hi guys! This is a very short one, because I just didn't want to let their birthday pass blank. But later I will post a more detailed version. Maybe even a full on fanfic on AO3.

Flower symbolism in Yuumori:

We all know that some characters have assigned flowers in the manga (Liam and Sherlock) and others in the anime (Louis, Albert and John), but I've never felt they're quite right. They seem a bit lackluster, so I tried to make my own list complete with meanings!

Liam: lilies. They symbolize purity, and are commonly a symbol of mourning, often found on gravestones of family members.

Albert: roses. They symbolize love, and the added touch of sub rosa interacts nicely with their goals.

Louis: azalea. As I've mentioned before, they symbolize family and unity, so it's only fitting they'd go to the one keeping the family together.

Moran: forget-me-not. They symbolize undying love and loyalty, and past memories. Very fitting for a soldier.

Fred: edelweiss. They symbolize courage and devotion, two things Fred has a lot of.

James: belladonna. Not only do they symbolize beauty and confidence, they were also used by cosmetics by victorian women.

Moneypenny: jasmine. They symbolize grace and elegance, and are both used in tea and perfumes, making it a nice touch for her.

Herder: periwinkle. They symbolize friendship and new begginings, both things he heavily desires, if we are to go by chapter 12.

Sherlock: iris. They symbolize strenght and intelligence, both things he has a surplus of, and also have the additional meaning of wisdom, which he acquired in NYC.

John: violet. They symbolize loyalty and hope, both of which are always fitting themes for any Watson of any media.

Miss Hudson: zinnia. They symbolize affection and absence, a way to show how much she missed her boy during the timeskip.

Mycroft: nasturtium. They symbolize patriotism and conquest. Only fitting for the Queen's right hand man, isn't it?

The only acceptable part of season 4.

Mycroft: I’m not given to outbursts of brotherly passion.

Mycroft, two seconds later: SHERLOCK, I LOVE YOU! YOU’RE LOSS WOULD BREAK MY HEART! I USE THE ENTIRE POWER OF THE BRITISH GOVERNMENT JUST TO MAKE SURE YOU GET HOME SAFE! I KIDNAPPED YOUR GAY LOVER TO SPY ON YOU TO MAKE SURE YOU’RE EATING PROPER! PLEASE DON’T DO DRUGS IT MAKES ME SAD! I LOVE YOU, 3000!

Hold My Hand (Mycroft Holmes x Reader)

Request: Hello! May I request a Mycroft Holmes x Reader with prompt 35? Please and thank you if you decide to write this!

Words: 1226

Warnings: fluff that turns into angst, character death, brain tumor, secret relationship.

Characters/Pairing: Mycroft x reader, a little of John and Sherlock.

Mycroft Holmes was not known as a very compassionate man. To some, his emotionless personality is seen as a strength, himself included in this. To others, it is viewed as insensitivity and rudeness. But to one such woman in his life, it is nothing but a shield to protect the ones he loves.

Should he show the affection he holds for her, her life will immediately be put into danger.

It is no secret that Mycroft is a targeted man. How could one not be when they hold so much power. Control a powerful man and you control his power.

It is why he keeps her close. Hidden in plain sight. She is nothing but an assistant in the eyes of those who do not know the man.

But away from prying eyes and gossiping lips, he holds her dear to his heart that he claims to not have. She consumes his mind when she is not in the room. And she is the only thing he sees when she is.

Which is why a deep sigh leaves his lips at her voice. He had pressing matters to be dealt with but she was a beacon and he was a moth drawn to her.

“My?” Her voice was slight and timid, he had been in a mood all day and she hated the thought of his anger being directed to her.

“Yes, my dear?” He rested his pen on the desk, closing the book he had been writing in. His blue eyes directed towards her softened at the sight of her in the grey pea coat he had gifted her. Soft lavender gloves adorned her hands and a deep purple scarf around her neck.

“You haven’t had a break yet. I thought we could go for a walk.” She gave him a sweet smile that had him fighting a returning one. It is true. It was well into the night, and he had been working since the early hours.

She always looked after him. Had him eat when he ought to. Had him take breaks to rest when he should. And forced him to take care in his work.

“Perhaps a break will be beneficial.” Rising from his chair he sorted his papers while she moved to grab his coat.

“Ah, thank you, dear.” He did offer a small smile this time when she helped him into his coat. She ducked her head with a smile. She was still unaccustomed to the small displays of affection that began when he had drawn her into his office one afternoon and confessed his thoughts.

Together, the left the building and into the chilly night. They walked in silence side by side. Close enough to pacify her desire to be with him, but far enough to not allude to their relationship. It hurt her tender heart.

They came to a café that was empty, close to closing but not for a while more.

“Let’s stop here. They have wonderful hot chocolate and pastries.” She grabbed his arm, stopping him and pointing to the quiet storefront. He stiffened at her touch, worried that someone may see.

Noticing this, her face fell. Dropping her hand, she turned her gaze to the pavement.

“Apologies, I was lost in the moment.” She turned before allowing him to reply. A cloud seeming to hang over her. His brows furrowed in guilt. An emotion he hadn’t been familiar with until her.

She was already at the counter ordering when he decided to follow. He got himself and pastry and hot chocolate, paying for his and her orders.

She was still silent as they drank and ate at the small table. Their knees brushed but every time they did, she would jerk away. It didn’t take a genius like him to understand that this secret relationship was finally taking its toll on her. He knew this would happen, of course.

It is the reason it took him ages to even consider this relationship. Eventually, she would grow weary of the secret. It is that time.

As they finished, she was still silent. In the quiet, cold street, she stood further from him on the way back.

“My dear.” His voice cut through the silence. Her head snapped up, her despair melting away. Could it be? He never called her such tender names in public. Is this what she has been waiting for?

“Yes, Mycroft?” Her heart thumped in her chest, nearly breaking out of her ribcage in anticipation.

“May I hold your hand, my love?”

The grin that overtook her face was the reason Mycroft finally believed he had a heart. Because if he didn’t, the overwhelming giddy hammering in his chest would be something of concern.

“Of course, My! You don’t even have to ask.” Reaching out she took his offered hand in hers and laced their fingers together. Finally, she thought. With such a simple act, she felt complete. She felt closer to him as if nothing could separate them again.

How wrong they were.

All had been going well from then on. Dates to fancy restaurants, walks in the park, even cozy nights in with popcorn and movies.

However, they noticed something was wrong when she began to forget the simplest of things. It started as forgetting to send emails. Then important meetings, until it progressed to forgetting big dates such as her and Mycroft’s fifth anniversary. It was then Mycroft decided she needed to go to the doctors.

The tumor was small. But nestled right next to the hippocampus, right in the center of the brain. Not a place easily accessed. And the tumor was growing quickly.

“I’m sorry, but even if we go through with the surgery, there’s a slim chance of survival.” The doctor held her clipboard tight to her chest, the stony face of Mycroft was off-putting. Not that she could blame him, having just told him that his wife won’t survive with the tumor and even may not survive the surgery to remove it.

“Thank you, Doctor.” Mycroft turned away, walking into the room where his wife was laid on that godforsaken hospital bed. She looked away from Sherlock upon hearing her husband enter. She gave him a small smile, hoping to ease his mind. Not that it worked.

“What did the Doctor say?” John asked from his chair in the corner. Instead of answering Mycroft held open the door.

“Boys, if I may be alone with my wife?” He asked when they didn’t move. John and Sherlock exchanged a look before rising and exiting the room. Mycroft closed the door behind them and took the seat Sherlock had occupied.

He was silent for a long while, just staring at her hands placed in his own. They were pale and clammy. Not at all how they had been all those years ago. When he had asked to hold her hand in public for the first time.

“I’m not going to make it am I?” Her voice wasn’t sad. Nor was it angry. It was just tired. She was tired. His silence said it all. The way he buried his face into their joined hands, his lips pressing to her fingers, told her everything she needed to know.

“I’m sorry.” The stone was cold under his fingertips. The golden band on his ring finger gleamed in the morning light.

SWEET JESUS I DIDNT KNOW THAT DOCTOR WHO ONLY HAS TWO EMOTIONS: FUCKING PAIN AND SUFFERING IT FEELS LIKE WATCHING SHERLOCK BUT WORSE