Mycroft couldn’t help but look interested at the prospect of a game. It could be fun, and had the opportunity to get Sherlock into a bit of a better mood. And he did take a couple days off, as much as he could given his position. He knew that if it needed his direct and immediate attention, he would have to go in as soon as he could.

“What kind of game are you meaning?” Mycroft had an educated guess that Sherlock meant a drinking game of sorts but he preferred that Sherlock say. After all, even though he was often right, the need to double check preceded him.

Mycroft scoffed at the idea of the other members of the club playing such games. Yes, there was drinks for all of the Diogenes Club, but that didn't mean they were children.

Still, he nodded at the idea. In preparation, he grabbed the bottle and filled both of their glasses. Even if he hasn't played the game in years, he still remembered the rules. It was almost too simple to forget. "Who goes first then, brother mine?"

Send a symbol for your muse to find mine...

🌷- Alone

🥀- Dying

🤕- Injured/sick

☠️- Dead

🐥- Alive

😈- Possessed

👻- As a ghost

😼- Transformed into an animal/monster

🦋- In a joyful mood

☔️- In a somber mood

☀️- Overheated

☃️- Shivering from the cold

💫- Dazed and dizzy

💦- Crying

🍇- Extremely hungry

🏇🏻- Being chased

🗜- Stuck in a trap

🔮- In a dream

🛌- Bedridden

📖- Reading/studying

🎍- Tending to a shrine/visiting a grave

🌼- Caring for some plants

⭐️- Stargazing

☄️- In a dangerous situation

Victorian Horror symbol starters

Send me a symbol for a starter based on Victorian Horror and Victorian Gothic tropes and history! Enjoy a few little references to famous tales as well ~ (If you’d like a drabble based on these, send “symbol + drabble”) - suggested by @junkenghoul 

(Triggers present: all manner of death mention, murder, suicide, mental and physical illness)

✍Finding a cryptic, hand-written note in the study

🎩The muse meets a charming stranger for the first time, but something about them is suspicious

🕸 Exploring an old cellar/basement full of secrets

🌕Witnessing a moonlit ritual outside of a manor, cut off from civilization

👂 A descent into madness, prompted by rumors and paranoia

😱A descent into madness, as the character begins to no longer recognize those around them and/or see evil in everyone they know

🦇An eerie meeting between vampire and victim

😓A misunderstood character is ostracized, perhaps even threatened, for their peculiar habits, interests, or studies

💀A character suffering nightmares of their own death, or that of someone close to them

😈A plot about the effects of an ancestral curse never put to rest

😨A character catches sight of a horrible monster, but struggles to convince their loved ones that it’s not just their imagination

👀Everywhere the character goes, they feel as if they’re being watched (by the paintings, behind the mirrors, through every window)

⏳ A character becoming obsessed with their own mortality, age, or waning beauty

🔥 A crowd armed with torches gathering to hunt a monster/witch in town

👥The character has two distinct parts to their personality, one light and one dark, fighting for dominance

🔒A character framed and imprisoned/institutionalized for something they are not guilty of

🔮Receiving a dreadful warning through fortune telling

☠ A ghostly spirit leads the muse to uncovering the gruesome details of their death

😷The muse suffering terrible visions and hallucinations during a deathly fever (bonus if they are confined to their bed or locked in quarantine)

🕛Mysterious events happen every night at exactly midnight

😵The character is forced into a fearful asylum, searching for a means of freedom.

⚰️The suicide of a loved one throws a character into misery and temptation to be with them

🔫After a gruesome plot is uncovered, the character realizes their new friend/lover/spouse is actually a brutal murderer, possibly with the protagonist in their sights

🖤A character in mourning is haunted by the guilt (and possibly ghost) of their lost love

👻The character(s) conduct a seance to speak with a spirit haunting their home

🏘 A character inherits an ancestral home, but the property is not what it seems (bonus: they also inherit an odd, eccentric housekeeper)

🥀A ghostly character has to come to terms with their own death (which they may or may not be aware of at first)

Mycroft couldn’t help but look interested at the prospect of a game. It could be fun, and had the opportunity to get Sherlock into a bit of a better mood. And he did take a couple days off, as much as he could given his position. He knew that if it needed his direct and immediate attention, he would have to go in as soon as he could.

“What kind of game are you meaning?” Mycroft had an educated guess that Sherlock meant a drinking game of sorts but he preferred that Sherlock say. After all, even though he was often right, the need to double check preceded him.

“Oh come now brother.” Sherlock pressed with a smirk. “Surely you know what I’m talking about?” His voice had a hint of a fun element in it. Like as if he was kidding around in the way he was talking.

He arched an eyebrow as he reached for his glass.

Mycroft fixed him with a firm questioning look, the echo of 'Are you entirely serious right now?' being more than enough of a reply to his brothers sly quip. They were better than this, better than sinking to engaging in drinking games to pass the time. The elder supposed it was just slightly better than playing Operation at Baker Street.

"Do you have a certain game in mind, Sherlock?" He hoped it wouldn't be one of those embarrassing ones. Truth or Dare required more people at least, and he found a spare hint of respite in that knowledge.

Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)

Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!

So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!

Person of Interest: 1x01

“When you find that one person who connects you to the world you become someone different” “You wanna see a real gun?” “You bring enough for the whole group?” “You know, you could’ve done me a favor and let those guys land a couple more punches” “Seems like the only time you need a name now is when you’re in trouble” “So am I in trouble? I don’t know” “Do I owe you money? Because I’m, uh, running a little short at the moment” “You don’t know anything about me” “I know that the government, along with everybody else, thinks you’re dead” “I know you’ve spent the last couple of months trying to drink yourself to death. I know you’re contemplating more efficient ways to do it. Which would be a shame” “I don’t think you need a psychiatrist or a support group or pills” “You need a purpose. More specifically, you need a job” “At the end of the day, one of these people will be gone” “The right person in the right place with the right information could change everything” “Where did you get this list?” “Hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” “The information I have is incomplete” “You need to know what it would be like to be forced to listen to someone get murdered and not be able to do anything about it” “I guess you could call me a concerned third party” “Turns out career criminals don’t make trustworthy friends” “You got time to talk? I could buy you dinner?” “What happened, you get left behind?” “I know what it’s like to want to get out of a place so bad you’d be willing to do almost anything” “These people, they’re evil” “If the killers are out there, I’m gonna find them. It’s my job” “You haven’t told your mom you left your ex?” “I wish this weekend could go on forever” “I didn’t wanna take the chance that you wouldn’t be here when I got back” “Then I’m gonna buy a boat. And you get to be my first mate. But first we need some more tequila” “Something happened this morning” “You need to come with me” “You were gonna tell him all about us, weren’t you? Hmm?” “It was only later that I realized my mistake” “What did I tell you about sending e-mails?” “We’ve got all the parts. Question is, how do they all fit together?” “Are you here? Hello? You’re gonna keep me waiting? We don’t have time” “I’m curious was there a point where you knew you’d become a bad guy?” “So I’m working for you now?” “I don’t have any friends. I don’t have any family left, either. Left them all behind” “I gave him a choice and he chose wrong” “We have more in common than you might think. The world thinks we’re both dead, for starters” “If you stay and we continue to do this sooner or later, both of us will probably wind up dead”

Write a drabble about your character kissing the character under this post on your dash and getting caught by the character above it.

HE’S SKIPPED POTIONS —— but he doubts the ol’ Slug will give him anything for it. Instead he’s down near the lake, skipping stones across its surface ( just about playing catch with the giant squid ).         Basher catches movement from the corner of his eye, wand drawn in the next breath. Everything must’ve let out… or else it was just the day to cut classes. Either way,   ❝ Shouldn’t sneak up on a bloke, y’know. ❞ 

Mycroft wasn't intending really on disturbing the other student, though he would admit to himself to watching him skip the stones across the surface of the lake. The lake always appeared so calm, hiding many dangers underneath it as even the young Slytherin new. Still, he knew that he had been 'caught' in a sense and moved a bit forward to the other.

"You make it sound like I was doing that on purpose." The wand in his direction didn't faze him in the slightest, barely moving an inch towards or away from the other. There was still a cautious distance but not one that seemed too casual.

you  can   𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮  a M O N S T E R

                                        it   can   even                                         l o v e    y o u   back

                                                                                but  that  doesn’t                                                                                 change           its                                                             ɴ  ᴀ  ᴛ  ᴜ  ʀ  ᴇ 

@contactholmes

This was odd. There was no other word to properly describe pouring scotch for himself and his brother. The fridge was fully stocked for once, and more than just drinks, if only for the anticipation of his brother coming over. Usually during Christmas they stayed a healthy distance apart, but a couple weeks ago he received a text from his brother about spending a couple days together.

They had never done this before. Mycroft hid a grim frown as he passed one glass to his brother and took a sip out of his own, hiding the expression beneath a guise of a since of the strong reaction to the alcohol. Even though it always was his favorite, Mycroft still retained that reaction to scotch.

“So how are things, brother mine?”

Sherlock was high when he sent that text to his brother and oh, did he regret it now! The curly haired detective didn’t want to be there. It was tedious and he despised small talk and cringed whenever his older brother tried to initiate it.

“Fine.” He drowned in his usual deep voice. “I see you’re as soft a ever when it comes to strong drinks?” Taken notice of Mycrofts face while he drank the scotch. Sherlock’s face looked cold as he sipped on his like it was nothing.

Great. They were already doing small talk. These next couple of days are going to be torturous. He thought to himself, as he observed the room around him.

Mycroft took a short look at his brothers face, trying to see if anything was off. There could be at most half a dozen things up with his brother, and he was quite adept at noticing them. When he first got the text he had two assumptions; that Sherlock had fallen back into drugs or something serious had happened. Not wanting to ever believe the former, he ignored all possibility. Luckily, he didn’t seem to be under the influence right now.

“If its of any comfort to you, it has been some time since I last had scotch and time to enjoy it.” If a couple weeks could be defined as a ‘long time’. Sherlock didn’t need to know the exact date, and Mycroft was comfortable in the assumption that he wouldn’t pry too hard.

Sherlock had been upset recently. He was lonely. What with John being away for the week to go off to Portugal on a holiday with some of his friends from Afghanistan; Sherlock found it difficult to be alone up in his flat. There were no cases that needed solving and Moriarty certainly didn’t have anything promising happening any time soon. The younger Holmes start to fall back into his bad habits. Excessively injecting drugs into his bloodstream to keep his brain ticking away and ignoring the boredom in his sober mind.

“Oh how my heart bleeds for you.” Sherlock mumbled in a sarcastic manner; placing the glass on the coffee table next to him. “Are we going to be doing anything to amuse ourselves Mycroft or are we just going to sit here, because if I wanted to do that, I would have gone to your little Diogenes Club.” His voice was fast and straight to the point like always.

Mycroft had heard distantly through the grapevine that John had gone on vacation, and such things were expected. If one could afford to, a trip every now and then could be quite pleasant. Especially with friends, not that Mycroft had much personal experience in that matter though.

At Sherlock's sarcastic quip, he raised a brow and gave him a firm look - one that was quite emphatic in its attempted correction of that. "I have some films that we could watch if it strikes your fancy. Something more modern." There was much more to Mycrofts private theater than old black and white classics and home movies after all. "Feel free to suggest another thing when it comes to you, Sherlock." It wasn't intended to come off as patronizing as it did and he secretly regretted it.

@contactholmes

This was odd. There was no other word to properly describe pouring scotch for himself and his brother. The fridge was fully stocked for once, and more than just drinks, if only for the anticipation of his brother coming over. Usually during Christmas they stayed a healthy distance apart, but a couple weeks ago he received a text from his brother about spending a couple days together.

They had never done this before. Mycroft hid a grim frown as he passed one glass to his brother and took a sip out of his own, hiding the expression beneath a guise of a since of the strong reaction to the alcohol. Even though it always was his favorite, Mycroft still retained that reaction to scotch.

“So how are things, brother mine?”

Sherlock was high when he sent that text to his brother and oh, did he regret it now! The curly haired detective didn’t want to be there. It was tedious and he despised small talk and cringed whenever his older brother tried to initiate it.

“Fine.” He drowned in his usual deep voice. “I see you’re as soft a ever when it comes to strong drinks?” Taken notice of Mycrofts face while he drank the scotch. Sherlock’s face looked cold as he sipped on his like it was nothing.

Great. They were already doing small talk. These next couple of days are going to be torturous. He thought to himself, as he observed the room around him.

Mycroft took a short look at his brothers face, trying to see if anything was off. There could be at most half a dozen things up with his brother, and he was quite adept at noticing them. When he first got the text he had two assumptions; that Sherlock had fallen back into drugs or something serious had happened. Not wanting to ever believe the former, he ignored all possibility. Luckily, he didn't seem to be under the influence right now.

"If its of any comfort to you, it has been some time since I last had scotch and time to enjoy it." If a couple weeks could be defined as a 'long time'. Sherlock didn't need to know the exact date, and Mycroft was comfortable in the assumption that he wouldn't pry too hard.

“ what did she tell the others? ” “ listen to your inner child. ” “ you miss 100% of the bank robberies you don’t commit. ” “ did humanity ever make a sound? ” “ why do birds suddenly appear every time you question the government? ” “ the ocean is full of things that would kill you. ” “ the ocean is not dissimilar to here. ” “ what’s it like to be a cloud? ” “ there’s no way to avoid becoming a statistic. ” “ just try to become a good statistic. ” “ if you’re happy and you know it, you’re wanted for questioning. ” “ there are no monsters under your bed. ” “ go to a church that worships you. ” “ don’t let numbers tell you what to do. ” “ you are blood and earth, not theory and chalk. ” “ everyone is beautiful and you know almost none of them. ” “ if you don’t believe, no one will. ” “ a falling knife has no handle. ” “ i don’t have eyes in the back of my head. ” “ from far away, you are merely a speck. ” “ we created the moon and will eventually destroy it. ” “ we found a little piece of heaven here. ” “ not really killing time so much as euthanizing it. ” “ those who do not win will be eliminated. ” “ if it comes back, it’s probably going to kill you. ” “ have fun tonight pretending to be something or somebody you aren’t. ” “ in case of emergency, good luck. ” “ you never even saw me. ” “ we could never touch. ” “ you are most certainly not alone. ” “ be careful what you wish for, because it probably won’t come true. ” “ life is mostly about expectation management. ” “ what do you mean no place to go? ” “ what’s lurking behind you in the shadows? ” “ death is only the end if you assume the story is about you. ” “ birdwatching goes both ways. ” “ the last thing i want to do is hurt you. ” “ everything is temporary. ” “ it is likely you will spend your entire life trying to find yourself. ” “ what doesn’t kill you only makes life longer. ” “ nature will kill you and then make new things from you. ” “ in the long run, what difference does it make? ” “ there is no proof you exist, only evidence. ”  “ i have no idea who or what you are because i cannot perceive the world. ” “ ‘there’s no harm in trying’ really depends on what you’re trying. ” “ intention is not relevant to goodness. ” “ turns out we were wrong about everything. ” “ it’s always darkest before the dawn, we are often reassured by people who are totally wrong about how the sun works. ” “ live every day like it’s your first. ”

Mourning Drinks

mycroft-hxlmes:

     Well, that was no surprise. The last thing time he heard about John was when he visited Molly at St. Bart’s – apparently she had been taking care of Rosie, taking turns with Mrs. Hudson to keep an eye on the little Watson as John tried to recover from his loss. At this rate, they probably wouldn’t be hearing from the doctor in weeks, or months.

     “He’s still probably going through some things.” Mary’s death, more specifically. With a breath, Greg leaned back on his seat, looked up at Mycroft for a moment before raising his glass in toast. “To absent friends, I guess.”

Mycroft nodded in agreement; mourning the loss of a romantic partner was one he didn't envy the good doctor. He had come close with the loss of friends but it was something else entirely when you had the blessing of loving such a person. Even when he had known Mary before in a different life, he knew that sometimes love changes people for the better....and having that ripped so forcefully away was more cruel than anything he could think of.

"Yes, undoubtedly. Better to give him space and if he needs us, he'll come." That was generally the route he followed when people were grieving or otherwise hurt. He raised his own glass in turn and gave a solemn smile. "And the ones missing them."