#a grave life

[tomshelbystits]

the way i have to come back to this fic😭 ive read it a million times(i swear im not exaggerating) over i wanna say a few years & its like reading it the first time. i absolutely love everything abt it🥹

one of my comfort fics<3

A Grave Life Masterlist

Pairing: Percival Graves x Unnamed!OFC

Rating: T

Warnings: Some violence Notes: Set ~ 3 years before Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. This story is in first person; the main character is unnamed and has minimal physical description. 

Summary: Three things happened very quickly:
 1. Wesley let out a yell of pain 
2. Tina let out a shocked laugh, and then immediately slapped her hand over her mouth when she saw who was in the other doorway
. 3. Percival Graves snapped, “Hey!”

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight 

Part Nine

Part Ten

Keep reading

[pimsri]

In Defiance of Death

[str1wberry7thyme]

Ren turning to Martyn and asking him if they got married in third life when the bot quizzed them about it and Martyn saying “Well I did cut your head off” as if that’s their version of a wedding ceremony ohh god I hate them so much

[j0celynh0rr0r]

Romance<3

[doesromandoart]

i’ll only listen to my brain because my palm-sized heart has failed me one too many times

[teapot-of-tyrahn]

WHAT IF I CRIED.

[gothghostiie]

something babysitter!reader waiting for price to drive them home while he's on video call with one of his friends, the little one in his lap, tapping around on the screen; until it somehow does something to make the screen go weird. he chuckles and shows you, inevitably holding the camera right onto you for a moment and showing you before turning it back on him. all you hear from the phone now is a curious hum. "who's the lil' tulip on the couch?"

[noka-exe]

different eras

[rocketbirdie]

i don't want to lose you. i don't want to lose this

[floodleaf]

[gravegrime]

Are Ỷ̸̢̢̖̺̞̠̩̰̟̗̘͎̤͌̋̌̄̑̔̋͗͐̐̕͜͠Ŏ̵̢̜̺̯̫̜̍U̷͎͔̤̩̥̫̺̱̞̞̩͉͂̽͛̑͗̐̐͐̍̊̂̋͛̊̕ ready to see the mind boggling mystery behind door number 1!?!

I am blown away by how endearing @gooseworx and Gltich Production's pilot for The Amazing Digital Circus was! You should check it out NOW!

[jazzies-stuff]

Ramshackle dorm line-up!

Had to get these down after seeing so many other people's super cool designs, I love everyone hopping on the halloween gang bandwagon!!!

+ some small interactions

++ height check!

Ok but some sources say Skully is around 195 cm or 6'6 ft tall, so in reality, it's somewhat like this:

Which is just ridiculous, actually.

[buttonheart]

Babygirl

[fell-e]

manifesting him in the nmb4cm event

[lxvvie]

Phillip Graves who's obsessed with you.

You caught his eye long before you even knew who he was.

There's something about you, darlin', something that draws him in and he wants to know more. While he's bidding his time, he'll gather all the intel he needs.

Thank god for Shadow Company. His boys are the best at what they do and it's nothing to reward 'em for a job well done. Everything about you, from what you had for dinner last night up to your favorite coffee blend is his for the keeping.

Graves makes it a point to learn your mannerisms, too. He takes notice of the way your nose slightly scrunches and your eyes flick to the right when you're thinking about what to say next to your friend you met for drinks at one of the local bars. He drinks in the way your middle and index finger run over your lips as you contemplate which drink you're trying to order at your favorite coffee shop. You'd never know he did it, either. Thank goodness for plain clothes and baseball caps, eh, darlin'?

But when Graves does make his presence known, he does so in small doses. Your favorite bakery? Oh, what a coincidence, darlin'. They make good sourdough bread. You favorite deli? Oh, darlin', have you had their chicken club sandwich before? The bar you're at? Him and the boys come here all the time to decompress, sweetheart. Their craft beer is fuckin' amazing, too. It's enough to keep your suspicions to a minimum if they even exist. To you, he's just the friendly, well-meaning resident with similar tastes.

And then he finds out you're dating, or, well, you're trying your hand at dating. Same friend you met for drinks was playing matchmaker. The boys did their homework. Your date was a simple fellow, accountant or human resources or some shit, white collar kid with the looks but not the self-esteem to go with them. Regular hobbies not worth mentioning. A boring sumbitch if Graves ever saw one. He's not bad. He's not good for you, either, darlin'. Not like Graves himself is.

And when the time comes, you'd be left wondering what the hell happened. Knowing you, you were dressed to the nines, ready to chow down on some good food, and... he bailed on you. A short text. Nothing more, nothing less. Everything was probably just fine and dandy a couple hours ago. Phillip counts on it, and he thanks his lucky stars that he predicted correctly as he sees you at your favorite dive, nursing the craft beer he recommended. And he makes his move.

By his estimation, it's been about 30 to 45 minutes since he came and sat next to you and helped make your would-be date seem like a bad, faraway memory. Graves has you embroiled in conversation, has you laughing, replacing what would've been a boring ass date with his charm and wit, and before you know it, Graves drops the coup de grâce on your love life. "A bit starving here, darlin'. How about we grab a bite on me?" And shit, you couldn't turn that down. Not when he turned what would've been a bad night on its head. You beamed, accepted without hesitation, and off you two went. For a boring bastard, the kid's got good taste in food.

And when Graves sees the poor bastard again, he'll thank him. For stepping aside, for the dinner reservations, y'know, a friendly conversation between men. And as for his boys, well, Graves figures a bonus is due. After all, he got his. Why not spread his joy around?

[bread-that-draws]

Flowey’s so funny and has me so fucked up like he’s a talking flower. He tries to kill you upon your first interaction. He is ten years old. He is damaged beyond repair. He’s a flower named Flowey. He’s become friends with every single character. He’s killed all of them countless times. He knows everything about everyone. He doesn’t care anymore. He takes care of his mom when she can’t take care of herself. He’s killed her before. He doesn’t care if you kill her. He thinks she’s trying to replace him. He just wants to be himself again. He wants to destroy everything. He hates you. You’re the only one who understands him. He wants his best friend back. He’s terrified of them. He believes in kill or be killed because he died by giving mercy to the wrong person. He believes himself to be the wrong person. He doesn’t understand when you show him that kindness he showed others, even when you know he could kill you for it. He’s tried every route. He asks you if you have anything better to do when you try to do the same. He’s a direct reflection of the player. He’s a fucking talking flower named flowey and his only voice line is by Ronald McDonald and his officially licensed plush does a little dance for you