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unfogged-arc · 8 months
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@corruptaxpoliticus ♡'d for a starter! mary + myc.
( Mycroft Holmes ) I didn't even have pants on and you think I had an agenda?
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ofcongress · 8 months
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"Mycroft Siger Holmes," he murmurs, approaching him from behind with two glasses on wine in hand. Truth be told, this party's gone on a little too long and John's managed to overdo himself just a little. "I was wondering, Mycroft Siger Holmes, when you plan on introducing me to the very important fellow who lives at 10 Downing Street." He tries his best to look accusatory, all while the room is spinning and he wants nothing more than to settle into Mycroft's arms. "And by that I mean, of course, Larry. You know Larry, right? Of course you know Larry. You're holding out on me, baby."
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deathtaught · 10 months
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@corruptaxpoliticus continued from here
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"You're such a fucking cynic, aren't you?" Jack grimaces at the mention of dying when he was supposed to. When was that, exactly? Surely Mycroft didn't truly think Jack would have survived long enough to be properly old. Because he didn't. "He did lose me, you idiot. I died in his goddamn arms for fuck's sake and he had to go on for over one hundred years without me, thinking my death was all his fault. He sure as hell didn't want that to happen again, but that doesn't mean he wanted me to be turned. That was all my decision. And, no, I didn't beg. I don't beg."
"We had our share of fun when I was human, Mycroft. And by fun, of course, I mean regrettable illegal activity." He forces himself to take a long breath in and exhale it. Something about Mycroft Holmes irritated the everliving hell out of him. "I'm glad you've finally found someone capable of putting up with your shit. I commend him. Good for you."
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gunmetalgrey · 8 months
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He was practically an infant compared to her, but despite the fact he craved a political advantage and loved to play games- well, the Gentleman with the Icy demeanour warmed her heart a little. They hadn’t crossed paths for a while, Alex had spent some time abroad. Every century or so though, the taverns of London called her back to the city. It was more of a home than anywhere else. And it always seemed so… large. So much larger than the Roman ruins she had helped to set ablaze in her first lifetime.
Dressed in men’s clothes and a travelling cloak, the golden rings on her fingers glinted in the firelight as she raised the goblet to her lips. The stained that remained wasn’t wine, despite the deep shade of crimson. She sat back on the bench, enjoying the noise and the cracking fire. “You haven’t aged a day.” Of course he hadn’t, neither of them would. Age and beauty would be a constant, if they were lucky.
“Tell me of the petty squabbles I have missed,” This was her way of caring, of asking about his life. Not that she cared as much as it had been too long since she had a real conversation.
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@corruptaxpoliticus​ said: myc vc: please go away again
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john vc; where’s the fun in that?
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ochrepaints · 2 years
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@corruptaxpoliticus​
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“Ah, Mycroft Holmes.” Jamie put down her paintbrush and turned in her chair to look at the gentleman who entered. He had none of his brother’s awkward and slightly hunched gait, and the family resemblance was only slight, but there was still something in his mannerisms, even as he stood in the doorway to her cell, which gave away their fraternal bond. She had never met the man in person, though Sherlock had occasionally spoken of him, with no amount of fondness at all, and she had of course kept her own tabs on him over the years. She smiled her idiosyncratic slanted smile. “To what do I finally owe the pleasure?”
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nctanthca · 1 year
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christmas skills! 
  ⊹ WRAPPING PRESENTS: 
professional with ribbon on top | passable | catastrophe | call an ambulance   
⊹ BUYING THE CORRECT PRESENTS: 
good | yes (if you're a VIP) | i still have the receipt why do you ask | here’s a coupon get yourself something nice   
⊹ AVOIDING CHRISTMAS ALTOGETHER: 
hasn’t been seen in 20 8 years | attends a few parties here and there | only seen when necessary | was found every time   
⊹ KNOWING CHRISTMAS SONGS: 
choose from track 1 to 500! | the usual ones | a few | Christ-what?   
⊹ PICKING A CHRISTMAS JUMPER: 
look it even lights up! | it’s ugly let’s take it | decent | the red one has to do   
⊹ SENDING CHRISTMAS CARDS:
 it’s huge and shiny and Rudolph’s nose lights up | simple and traditional | it says Christmas that’s all that matters | no cards   ; though she does send them for her boss
⊹ DECORATING:
it shines so bright, and look what happens when i press this button | one time a plane confused us with a runway | just the tree and a few lights | tree | something, anything, taped to the front door   
⊹ SURVIVING CHRISTMAS DINNER WITH THE FAMILY:
centre of the dinner and enjoying it | just smile and wave | barely hanging on;  spent normally with her boss’s family | one more word and I’ll stab myself with this spoon
tagged by: Stolen from @spynorth​
tagging: @fxckingmoran @corruptaxpoliticus @gunmetalgrey and anyone that wants to!
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leveledupmindset · 4 years
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I stand in solidarity with my Nigerian sisters and brothers. We hear your cries ..united we stand, divided we fall
END SARS!!!!🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬
✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿
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liminaled · 2 years
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@corruptaxpoliticus sent for a starter: TFLN
[ 10:32pm ] It's a system. I get to hook up with them and you get to play words with friends with them afterwards.
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shxlmes · 2 years
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~ @corruptaxpoliticus​ || ❤️’d for a starter ~
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        “Good, you’re home.” No niceties, straight to business as soon as the door is opened. Sherlock’s focus is resolute, mind in crime solving mode. How can there be time for pleasantries when there are murderers to catch? “May I come in?” It’s phrased as a question but he doesn’t wait for an answer, sweeping past his brother and discarding his coat along the way. It’s not until he’s in the living room that he turns to properly look at Mycroft. “That job is ageing you. Tough week in the office?” The faintest hint of a playful smile dances onto his lips. Does he know he’s being annoying? Very much so. Is he secretly enjoying it? Completely. Sometimes attempting to wind up Mycroft is exactly what’s needed to end a stressful week. “Cheer up, you're still the better looking of us two. For now." A pause, fingers lacing together as he looks around the room. "I've a pressing issue that I want to discuss with you." He seats himself, unbuttoning the front of his suit jacket. "Have you got any wine? I'm parched.”
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consultingsister · 2 years
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"you absolutely are old, cee."
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"Which would make any older siblings I have... absolutely fucking ancient, I guess? Oh fuck, Myc, it's you. I'm sorry, I didn't even notice, sorry, what was it you were saying?"
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ofcongress · 10 months
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@corruptaxpoliticus | post-prison fun
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"You know you didn't need to move to Boston, right?" John's leaning against the front doorframe, arms folded across his chest. "We could make trans-Atlantic visitations work." A pause. "As in you could fly over here from London for visits. Not sure the girls are old enough to travel there on their own just yet. Though I'm not sure they'll ever be old enough for that." The distinct sound of adolescent bickering comes from inside the house and John ignores it completely. "You've never liked Boston, anyway. I'm sure you'd be happier across the pond."
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deathtaught · 2 years
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@corruptaxpoliticus​:  “There’s no such thing as ‘the good old days’. Every time sucks.”
vampire starters
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“But you’ll agree that some times suck more than others, correct?” He’s not trying to be difficult and, to an extent, he does agree with Mycroft, but he’s so used to pushing back on the statements made by his lovely students during his lectures as an attempt to make them really think that he can’t help it. It’s summer and he’s a little more bored than usual. “So either you’re of the opinion that you’re living through the best days of your life, which doesn’t sound right with your statement on how every time sucks, or the good old days were, in fact, the good old days.” 
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gunmetalgrey · 8 months
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For @corruptaxpoliticus from here
“You never tire of it? This one’s on top, then that one… like it would make a difference to the people who eat stale bread.” Even with centuries of wealth under her belt, Alex never full understood the lives of the rich. There was only so much one man could possibly need, and how bored he could become sitting on a golden throne. That had been the fun of her youth, the men in charge were often the ones who fought the hardest. Not that they lived long for their troubles.
Her eyes never left the fire. She had… an uneasy relationship with the flames. “You should start putting ashes in your hair. You stay rooted to the same place too long and it will become noticeable.”
Alex never made that mistake herself. Her presence was far too fleeting. If he looked, truly looked, Mycroft would be able to see the ravens beak tattoo protruding from her hairline of messy curls tied back in leather, and that one or two of the rings on her fingers were unfamiliar. Little else tended to change about her.
“Young?” Youth was important. Her strength came come her considerable age, so as long as these new faces weren’t old friends in disguise then she needn’t have to worry. “Professor? And a doctor- well, that has to be helpful when it comes to finding dinner. Cheating, really.”
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confoundingprinciples · 8 months
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@corruptaxpoliticus said: myc vc: what bs is this
john vc; what's a fly done to me? people on the other hand...
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enduringlystoic · 2 years
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kiss my muse meme || accepting || @corruptaxpoliticus​
💋
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      fingers curl around his tie, a small tug encouraging him closer, and Elijah allows himself a fleeting smile as Mycroft tips his head closer. their lips connect, and Elijah allows the kiss to linger a moment before he starts to deepen it. the kiss is slow but thorough, lips shifting together slowly, and when he finally breaks it it’s with a soft nip to the man’s bottom lip.  ❝ mm. and what brought that on, darling? ❞
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