#gravedigg

[nullshocked]

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💗💖💕💘🤎🤍🖤 sorry i mean uhhhhhhhhhhhh dealers choice

Send a Heart + a Ship For a Brief Snippet 💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft

He’s waiting outside the bar, chainsmoking through a pack of cigarettes when someone asks: “Are you Jean?”

The name always makes him tense. He only lets two people call him Jean anymore: Promise because she’s known him long enough that she’s allowed to, and Virgil because that’s his partner. The only other people who know that name that are people he doesn’t want to talk to, and frankly? Jack has no clue who the fuck this man is. Some older human, made haggard by too much alcohol and the late hour. No names or memories spring to mind.

“Sorry,” Jack grunts. “Wrong guy.”

“You don’t remember me?” The man asks. “I came by so many times.”

And looking at him, Jack thinks he might sort of recognize him. Or rather, he recognizes the kind of man he is. There were a lot of men like him back then, their faces rendered foggy and incomprehensible by the shit he was using. And that just means he has even less reason to talk to him. He takes a drag off his cigarette and blows smoke in his face.

“Fuck off.”

The man doesn’t like that. Beer makes him as mean as it makes Jack stupid enough to pick a fight. He grabs Jack’s arm and Jack stops listening to anything he has to say. Panic seizes him the way it does when anyone suddenly grabs him, kicking and shouting, trying to twist himself out of his own jacket just to get away.

He nearly tumbles over when something slams into the man and knocks him over, wobbly knees struggling against the momentum of the man hitting the pavement. It takes Jack a few seconds to register Virgil, the taller man placing himself between Jack and the man. The elf doesn’t even have to say anything. The man takes one look at him, scrambles to his feet, and staggers down the street away from them.

Jack works his jaw and leans against the wall. “Asshole.”

“You okay?” Virgil asks quietly.

“Couldn’t take no for an answer, that’s all.” Jack fishes out another cigarette from the dwindling pack, fingers shaking as he goes to light it. He feels sick to his stomach. More nicotine isn’t likely to help that, but if he doesn’t keep his hands busy he’ll just end up tearing at his own skin.

“Can we go home?”

“Yeah.”

His free hand finds Virgil’s arm, fingers tangling in the sleeve of his coat. Jack always feels strange showing any outward affection to him in public, feeling ridiculous and clingy for doing so. But right now he doesn’t want to stray too far from the other man. His nerves ease a little more with Virgil close to his side.

When they get back to the apartment, he finally breaks down and cries—angry, bitter tears, frustration and sorrow melding together until it overwhelms him. He presses his palms into his eyes and starts to sink to the floor, but Virgil catches him in his arms and pulls him in.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—” He feels pathetic and weak, that somehow all this time can pass and yet it never stops. Something finds him, sometimes a man and sometimes a memory, and it all comes flooding back again.

Virgil doesn’t waste words. He holds Jack in his arms and lets him cry, his fingers massaging the base of his neck. And when Jack runs out of tears to cry, he bends down and kisses the corner of his eye, then his forehead, then the tip of his nose. And then he takes Jack’s face on his hands and kisses his lips, long and slow and gentle.

“You’ve got me?” Jack murmurs, more statement than question.

“I’ve got you,” Virgil responds softly.

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Here is my cat wearing a shawl I'm crocheting (she is very helpful)

[clairebearsparkles]

Here’s my second commission I did for @magnusforgaza ! I went all out for this one since they are my boys lol.

This request came from @just-cerbin for something with Hezekiah and Nathaniel, so you can thank them for having more lovely art of them.

[httyd-art-requests]

hi!! could u draw gravedigger from rise of berk??? very spooky whispering death!! thank u!!!

I am. Obsessed with this dragon now actually. This design is S tier- the empty dark eyes, the anglerfish lure, the deep red coloring (again, anglerfish adjecent, since red is extra invisible in the deep ocean). And the NAME?? AUGH, excellent dragon, 10/10

Dragon #111 - Gravedigger (Rise of Berk)

I want to smooch its terrifying little head <3

[luxmoogle]

...leaning heavily into Gravedigger!Isa & Corpse!Lea...

[mcroutfits]

100/10 GRAVEDIGGER GERARD ‼️⚠️ maybe the BEST SUIT IVE EVER SEEN GERARD WEARING... emo striped tie 10/10 the coat looks stunning never seen a prettier velvet jacket and THE LEATHER GLOVES!! LEATHER GLOVES!! please bury me whenever you want...

[giinity]

rewatching bones for the umpteenth time and damn season 1 was filled with episodes that just got me hooked right away like i may come back and do a deeper dive on this but season 1 did a wonderful job of establishing just how important bones is to booth and how much their partnership means to bones.

For example in season 1 alone there is: booth threatening a gang leader for her in ep 13

two episodes later when bones is a target by the mob he breaks out of the hospital after literally getting blown up to rescue her

THEN two episodes later he drops everything to go out to the desert to help when angela’s boyfriend was murdered specifically because bones requested it!!!

AND THATS NOT ALL, then another measly two episodes later when bones was drugged in louisiana he flew down for her because he was so worried and refused to even entertain the idea that she could have possibly been the murderer

like for all booths faults (and he has many) the one thing he has always been good at and his main redeeming quality for me is how dedicated he is to bones like that is his PARTNER, in every sense of the word and it is established from day 1 that there is nothing he won’t do for her and he sticks to that no matter what detriment it may be to himself

[residentsofhollowville]

a small android wanders about, biting its synthetic lip. a small message is printed on its wrist. 3RY. it doesn’t hide it. not that one. the gas mask sits awkwardly on its small face. it doesn’t belong here.

Alexis sees him pass her by and thinks nothing of it. The other, the nameless one that hides in some dark corner of her cybernetic mind, doesn't.

Her prosthetic eye starts to rapidly dilate, and she winces in pain. A string of broken code prods its way straight into EL13RY's brain, hissing and rasping.

You.

[george-martin]

ALAYNE STONE and THE GRAVEDIGGER

Monk Contemplating a Skull, Thomas Couture // The Hostage, Edmund Blair Leighton // Orestes, Euripides (trans. Anne Carson) // So Spake Martin, THE ARCHIVE OF 'A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE' LORE // The Magnificent Seven // The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition, Fernando Pessoa // A Feast For Crows, Alayne II — George R.R. Martin // Did You Forget Everything I'll Always Remember? —JacObAllTrades // Cursed, 2020 // A Feast for Crows, Brienne IV — George R.R. Martin // Illustration for "Tristan and Isolde" by Jan Marcin Szancer // Please Hear What I'm Not Saying, Charles C. Finn // Beauty and the Beast by Cynthia Rylant // Remember My Name, Mitski // Rose O’Neill, The Supreme Moment (Paolo and Francesca da Rimini) // Alice Notley, In the Pines

[little-watcher]

M0RT panics.

Creep gets sent screeching backwards, her eye sparking and flashing.

"What the hell?"

It's him it's him it's him we need to run

"Calm - Calm down, what's going-"

A man comes out of the forest holding a gun.

"...Kid?"

“…dad?” it whispers, toppling out of creep’s arms. it winces, but doesn’t say anything about the pain. it won’t be weak. “is that- are you- you?”

@residentsofhollowville

[s4nnyside]

say hello to sonia

[nullshocked]

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first preception people have of the? How do they surprise people?

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

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Odd OC Asks

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

It depends on who is offering it most of the time. From people he doesn't know well or doesn't trust, he feels wary of them being affectionate because it feels like a trap. With someone he is close to though? He loves that shit. He's a pretty tactile person, so someone reaching for his hand or touching his shoulder, hugging him, etc. Little forms of physical connection, or something to ground him.

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first preception people have of the? How do they surprise people?

I think it's more accurate to say Jack thinks he does, but hard to say if anyone else picks up on it. He does actually try pretty hard to mask his more sensitive side, but he's not very good at repressing himself emotionally because emotional regulation isn't real and can't hurt you. Is it surprising he writes poetry if you know nothing else about him? I dunno.

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

Rough sex Depends on how rough the day was and if there's anyone else around. If he's by himself, he's happy to take a hot shower, make a cup of coffee, and curl up with a book. If he's got a friend or significant other over, he wants to curl up with them and watch a movie. Netflix and chill. ;D

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Hanging out

[clairebearsparkles]

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a single person draw Nathaniel Beale, the snitch and best friend of Hezekiah Wakely. Also when I showed these to my non-tma knowing friends they thought they were ocs, I am taking that as a compliment.

[mistressofthemacabresworld]

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