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[brokenpieces-72]

Graves Circumstance

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“Okay, awkward question, do you need any products I shouldn’t or you don’t want me looking at?” He asks in the truck.

You shook your head and Graves nodded in understanding. It was quiet, with only the engine filling the space.

“I’m sorry you got dragged into this.” You said with a small voice.

“Dragged myself into this, hell didn’t even drag nothing, I went up to it and took it by the hand.” He told you. Graves looked at you when he heard you sniffling.

“Hey there, you’re not doing anythin wrong. If you need a minute I can pull over, doubt anyone’ll worry about a ticket.” He said.

“Just… what if it wasn’t real?” You asked, staring at the dash board. “What if it was all in my head or… or I can’t remember it because it was some fucked up dream?”

“It was real. They ran tests, and yeah you had some stuff in your system, but nothing that would cause those kinds of scars.” Grave stated, a firm tone. The last thing he wanted was there to be doubts.

You looked at him, knees to your chest, the boots you were given on the floor in front of you. Your stringy hair draped over your face as you stared at Graves. There were going to be doubts but he believed you, and he seemed satisfied with what you’d told him.

“Let’s get you a proper jacket. Don’t want you to freeze out here.”

“You said you were military? Right?” You asked walking around town. Any provisions were in the truck and you’d gotten some shirts, pants and hoodies. You were wearing one you’d found with the name of the town on it. Graves got you a beanie as well, and yes this was coming out of his pocket. You had no money to speak of. Now you were just looking around, seeing if maybe someone had seen you in town. Unfortunately you couldn’t recognize anyone.

“Yes and no.” Graves answered. “I left the military and started my own. I have a private army.”

“Is that legal?” You asked. Graves was willing to be an open book for you. Right now you needed open books, if only so you could open your own pages.

“It takes some time, but yes what I do is legal.” Graves explained. You didn’t say anything else so Graves decided to initiate conversation.

“You do anything for fun before…this?” He asked. You honestly don’t recall much. Your memories are a little foggy.

“Uh… I think I enjoyed the snow…” You said, slowing your pace as you tried to think of who you are. Graves slows his pace for you. Snow was a good start. Eliminated some of the places you could be from. Your name hadn’t pulled up any criminal records, only a death certificate. Tracking next of kin was harder.

“You like dogs?” He asked. There’s a hint of a smile, and he’ll take it.

“Yeah.” You replied. Graves looked around the street seeing if there might be something of a pet store. He knew animals were often used to assist with these sorts of things. Maybe it could help. Graves continued walking, keeping an eye out.

“What kind of dogs do you like? Small ones big ones?” He asked. Graves is focusing on your trust and he isn’t about to force it. Conversations like this will get you talking, and it won’t be much but it will be enough.

“Huskies… Newfie dogs…” you listed.

“Newfie?”

“Yeah they’re like… st Bernard’s but fluffier I think… or like great pryness.” You exclaimed.

“You ever have a dog?” He asked. You shook your head. You continued walking chatting about funny dog stories, and he gets you to smile a little. Not too long later, there’s a call and they have a room ready at the motel. Graves took you there in the truck and you passed out in the backseat.

Yeah Phil definitely couldn’t blame you for being tired. He did nudge you awake so you can at least get inside, and help him with some of the stuff. As soon as you got inside, and you winter gear off, you’re on the bed asleep. You don’t even have a blanket on, so Graves retrieves the blanket you’d had with you from the vehicle and lays it over you.

Graves couldn’t sleep, and stepped outside to take a breather. This was almost too much. He was sickened by what had happened to you and those straight scars weren’t your only wounds. You had cuts and bruises in a few places, some of which disgusted him, not with you but whoever had done this. Now you were going to go back to that place or at least try to find it. As he leaned against the door, a cop pulled up, tipping his brim in greeting.

Graves was lighting a cigarette, offering one to the cop.

“How are they?” He asked. Graves shrugged.

“They could’ve been killed by a human or nature and chose neither. Honestly amazed they can sleep.”

“I understand that.” The officer said. He looked at Graves almost expectantly. He already turned down the nicotine stick.

“You don’t need sleep yourself?” The officer inquired. Graves tensed a little.

“‘Scuse me?” He asked.

“Just You’re out here, would’ve thought you’d be in there keeping closer watch.” The officer exclaimed.

“Giving them some privacy.” Graves said firmly. His hand drifted to his gun, letting it rest casually on it.

“Are they up for tomorrow?” The officer asked. Graves relaxed a little.

“You’d have to ask them yourself. Right now I don’t know.”

“You’re sticking around?” The cop asked. Graves gave a small nod, looking around the place. “You’re sure?”

Graves didn’t like the second question, but he isn’t about to show it. “Yep, yep.”

“If you want I can take watch tonight. Let you rest.”

“No thanks.” Graves said shutting down the cop’s offer.

“Still keep an eye out from the car.” The cop said, and strolled back to his vehicle. Graves shuffled back inside, and shut the door, locking it tight. He drew the cheap curtains sending the room into darkness. He considered putting you on the bed furthest away from the door, hell, he considers lying behind you if only to keep you covered. Graves just laid down on the other bed, putting the gun under his pillow.

The next morning you woke up to Graves dropping something in the little kitchen area. You slowly opened your eyes, turning over in your blanket. Phil looked over to see if he had woken you and yep. You were still lying down but you’d turned over to look at him.

“Morning. Sounds like you slept okay.” He said. You nodded.

“Is that breakfast?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

“Hopefully. That or I’ll set the smoke detector off.” He said, smirking. You tried to hold back your laughter and he turned to see you giggling. “Y’know. One of the two. Turn on the tv if you want.”

You looked around a found the remote. Like many tv sets you turn it on, and the news is playing. “Is that you?”

Graves looks up and sees the most recent trial he had gone too. You listened to him and General Shepard being questioned about an attack on the 141 from a couple years ago.

“Change the channel.” Graves said, before going up to the old tv and changing it manually. You watched him as he quickly covered up his past from you. He went back to making some eggs in the small kitchen.

You remember him saying he wasn’t exactly military. Ex-military then. Graves doesn’t make any eye contact with you, so you return your focus to the tv screen. Flicking through channels you eventually find MASH.

You take some clothes into the bathroom to shower and change. You get a proper look at yourself in the mirror, seeing how pale and underfed you’d been. You try combing out your hair, wincing as it yanks. It takes maybe thirty minutes and you get a knock on the bathroom door from Graves telling you breakfast was ready. You come out in warm socks, a soft hoodie, clean t-shirt and dark jeans. You pat your hair dry as much as you can, running the brush through once more to make sure all the knots are out. Once you step out you can smell a hint of smoke from the sausages.

Graves sits on his bed and you sit on yours, while there are MASH episodes continuing to marathon.

“You actually like this show?” Phil asked you.

“I can change it if you don’t like it.” You said.

“No it’s a pretty good show. Thought you’d be too young for it.” He commented. You shrugged.

“This is really good.” You commented, stuffing your face. Graves stared out the window as you kept eating for a moment. He set his plate aside and opened the door. You watched him go, shivering at the morning cold flooding in. He shuts the door and scans the area, the cop car wasn’t in the parking lot and he wasn’t expecting it to be but it’s what he was dreading. The morning was calm, people walking and going about their day.

Graves looked back at the door and trekked along the sidewalk, overhearing a couple of intimate noises coming from one or two the other rooms. No cop cars in sight. The cop last night asked some questions that made him uneasy, made him think something was going on.

You set your plate down and went to the bathroom, your heart racing. You heard someone come inside the room, and your blood froze. Their steps practically echoed to you. When they got closer, you squeezed the weapon you had in your hands. You struck once in view and then recoiled.

You’d stabbed Graves with a fork.

“I’m really sorry.” You said, for about the tenth time while Graves was cleaning the wound. He was frustrated, but he was trying not to laugh as well. Of all the things he’d been hit with, a fork is what gets him?

Phil reassures you once again that you were doing what you were supposed to. What he wanted you to do if something like that happened.

Graves puts a bandage on and comes out seeing you curled up like you were in the truck. You were wringing your hands and had some tears.

“If I was that sumbitch that hurt you, I would have deserved it.” He reminded you.

“But you weren’t.” You said in a small voice.

“Don’t matter. Ya did what ya had to kid.” Phil said looking at you. You looked up at him. You wiped your tears.

“No call from the station yet. You wanna walk around?” He offered. Before you answer he gets his coat, and you’re looking for your own. “Fresh air will do us some good.”

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[sealsdaily]

Today's Seal Is: Bucket Boy

[noodles-and-tea]

Back at it with my enchanted merthur shenanigans

[tawnysoup]

the fritter (frin critter)

[fortuneravine]

uhhh pokemon meshi dungeon or whatever

[waywardstation]

Ingo and Akari are surprised when they’re approached by a Hisuian Zoroark parent and their kits — these aggressive pokemon are notorious for secluding themselves away from most Pokémon towns, and keeping others away from them. The group even seems standoffish while they approach them! For a moment, Ingo is concerned they accidentally encroached on Zoroark territory, and they’re about to be attacked.

But when Zoroark hands a request over to the exploration team, begging the pair to go find their third missing kit, it makes a little more sense.

Without hesitation, Akari reassures the group they’ll find the missing Zorua as soon as possible.

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More of my Hisui PMD AU! I don’t know how long this artwork has been sitting around, but I threw some tones on it and decided to post it ^^

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Flower Empowered.

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[canisalbus]

I swapped them around in a silly doodle

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[egophiliac]

Hi it's just to let you know that the official romanization of Revaan's name is Raverne ! Also they have romanized Baul's name to Baur !

Twst coming back at us again with the least expected romanization! thank you everybody (oh god my inbox) (no it's great, I literally asked for this and the reactions have been INCREDIBLE, thank you all!)

I do like Raverne though, I think it's got a nice fancy sound to it! (I had kinda suspected it was going to be an R instead of an L, so the fact that it's SO close to Laverne except for that is hilarious to me personally.) and Dragoneye Duke is honestly probably the best translation for his title, I wasn't envying the localizers that one. :') Baur instead of Baul I was NOT expecting, but in retrospect I think his name's supposed to be a reference to the Bauru crocodile, so that actually makes way more sense!

someone else also said Meleanor has become Maleanor, which is the REALLY weird one to me, because I was so surprised it was written as Mel instead of Mal in the first place?! oh god no I can't decide which one I like better. 😭 (I wonder if they might change it to Mal...they have made romanization changes before) (like I remember House of Distraction being corrected to House of Destruction in Playful Land) (I did check and she's still Mel for now, but I dunno, they might Mal her up and some point and save me from having to make a decision about which one to use) (HECK I CAN'T DECIDE)

uhhhh thank you for letting me ramble about anime names, let's just say MONOGRAMMED SWEATERS FOR EVERYONE

[lomlompurim]

I think the Peaks can also work as Poke Guilds sooo I made some poke peak lords designs🍃(or guildmasters in this case)

The privilege of having hair depends on how relevant you are to the plot

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

me 🤝 eddie munson

being absolutely obsessed with steve harrington and unable to comprehend how no one else is

[2manyflannels]

Thank the lord that Benoit Blanc is a detective with compassion and kindness and cares while also being a genius detective because the two don’t need to be exclusive

[ryllen]

i have no other reason of drawing this, other than i just want to

[ruoyeming]

Spirited Away! AU to heal my sad little heart <3

[anonomi]

"Just look how well you've grown."

[jacqcrisis]

I can't stop thinking about the rings on Hermes' fingers. I can't. Whats the story behind those? Did he start wearing them because Charon gave them to him as a job well done? The weirdest gift imaginable to your professional associate?

Did Hermes steal them to be a cheeky bastard and got them fitted and put them on for the jokes? Did he start wearing them apropos of nothing? Just happen to start accessorizing like his professional associate? Is it part of a shared uniform? Can we see the employee handbook?

Did Charon go out and get rings commissioned to look exactly like his for not one, but two of his partner in crimes' fingers, slide each lovingly onto Hermes' corresponding digits, and then gently hold his now bejeweled hands in his own to see how they match, knowing Hermes will now carry something of Charon with him when he leaves him for his dangerous work?

I'm just. Asking. Questions. But I swear to God, if we get Charon's portrait and he has a feather or an orange ribbon somewhere on his person, I will be inconsolable for days.