Hi! Erm I’ve sent you some questions/headcannons over the past few months and you’ve somehow become my guide to all things Mycroft… I was wondering whether you could talk about your ideas in terms of what he would be like in private – domestic Mycroft, if you will?
Hello 🙂
Of course I can, it’s one of my favourite things (I swear I say that about literally any topic to do with Mycroft though).
Here are some basic Mycroft observations which I pin my headcanons on. They may be stating the obvious but nevermind:
- He’s a solitary creature. He lives alone. (I swear there’s a quote from Mark somewhere which explicitly states this but I can’t for the life of me seem to find it. If anyone knows the one I’m talking about please let me know, I know there’s a bit in the Scandal commentary but I’m thinking about another one).
- He’s a creature of habit and he likes routine (this comes from his description in ACD canon). BBC Mycroft however is definitely more open to changing his routine, but I like to think the basic idea still applies though.
- He’s highly organised (“he has the tidiest and most orderly brain”)
- His life almost entirely revolves around his work (“he lives in it”)
- He spends a considerable portion of his free time at The Diogenes Club rather than at home (again this is lifted from ACD canon)
So… detailed thoughts on practically every aspect of Mycroft’s daily routine under the cut.
yeah but what if mycroft is a very passionate swimmer
mycroft in speedos 😏
Mycroft swimming to the side of the pool then lifting himself out and onto the deck in one swift motion. The water streams over his freckled shoulders and back, accentuating his tiny speedo. He walks to his towel and begins drying off, paying careful attention to each body part…
Stop this
A year has passed and I’m still not over this
#THE SLEEVE GARTERS PERSONALLY OFFENDED ME#HOW DARE HE#HOW DARE HE LOOK LIKE HE HASN’T SORTED OUT HIS HAIR YET#WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK – fordeisbored
It’s like he’s just got out of the shower and got dressed and and *has a cardiac arrest and dies*
Mummy Holmes doesn’t mess around.
Mycroft’s like pondering if he should just say she’s drinking tea in the next room. Just to start shit. Because the minute you get into your childhood home you are instantly twelve.
Mycroft: It was Mary. Mary did it.
Mummy: WHAT?!
Mycroft: Totally.
Mummy: Myc, you’re just making this up to get Sherlock’s friend in trouble.
Mycroft: *sassy eye roll* Please. John knew nothing about it.
Mummy: *rage face* *deep breath* *sweet mummy smile* Mary, dear? Would you like to give me a hand out back?
Mycroft: You can’t hide the body in the shed… it’s full.
Mummy: DAMMIT MYCROFT
