#realpercivalgraves

[nootnootandthesaurusscamander]

😈 (for Thes): let's turn up the heat a bit. Also Percy is in the room, just to make it more interesting.

(You evil, evil person, I love you so much

Thes squirms a bit more, biting his lip as he feels certain parts of his anatomy twitch and rise to attention. This can’t be happening to him, Percy is sitting at the other desk in the room, just opposite him and he can’t let his friend know just what’s going on. Was he hit by some sort of curse?

He doesn’t think so, he can’t recall if he was hit. But he knows he’s screwed if it continues like this.

He sneaks a glance at his friend, trying to control his breathing as he slowly opens his legs just a little to give him some relief from the pressure.

[wandchoosesthewizard]

Insidious Imitator || Closed RP || Realpercivalgraves x Wandchoosesthewizard

@realpercivalgraves

The deaths of the Aurors brought to bring him down were regrettable - he did so hate wasting the lives of the magical community - but necessary. Not in the same was as usual, where muggles died in droves - no. This was more careful, more calculated. He could have easily let them live, had their deaths not served a purpose. A purpose he was hoping would wend its way into his lap.

Or - more literally - into the lap of the young man who’s face he’d stolen only hours before. The poor little muggle had no idea what had hit him - as Gellert shredded his mind for every last second, every drop of Percival Graves and drunk it down like ambrosia. Killing him had been a kindness of sorts after the state he’d left him in - but mostly it had been necessary. Couldn’t have the real Ronan Cullen coming into the speakeasy and confusing everything, could he? 

They’d met here before - by chance, Ronan and Percival - and this place. Percival came here frequently he had been told. After all those deaths, Percival the only one to survive, he would not want to be alone. He would be vulnerable, and weak - and Ronan - pretty young Ronan with his slim body, his wide green eyes and his plush pink lips - well, he’d be there to listen... In appearance anyway. 

Gellert sat, back turned purposely to the door - so he would not see Percival enter - not see, perhaps the pain on his face, the relief at spotting a familiar, friendly figure, not make it seem like he was waiting for him at all. No - Ronan would just be here, and it would be coincidence that the director would find him - and find him far more receptive than he had ever been before. 

[deathlesshallows]

Devil's lullaby

Gellert bathe in the sunlight bursting in from between the heavy drapes, his hair sparkling like golden slivers veiling his ice cold eyes that were the color of the purest sky on a cloudless day. His hands moved gently over the collar of his shirt adjusting it to frame his pale, elegant neck as he smiled into the mirror. A young man laying on his bed, sprawled lifeless and naked, like a flower of pain, dying in the soft moonlight, before Gellert turned and with a wave of his wand, it dissipated like a night’s darkness at the bright new dawn. 

Once more he turned towards the mirror and with a smile, his features morphed into the ones of the boy he’d consumed the night before. Heavy black hair with a clean cut taking the place of his blond curls and those blue eyes turned as black of the hallow pit, gazing innocently and so very frail. 

Grindelwald had taken the time to observe from the shadows all the ways in which Graves savored his weakness and delights, finding it more interesting and appealing than what he’d thought at first. With a hint of a soft smile he tried on his new demeanor as one would try on a new suit and went out the door towards the lunchrooms and maybe later on, the speakeasy, where it was most likely the place to find the one he’d sought.

@realpercivalgraves

[barebottomcredentials]

The perks of being an obscurus || closed with realpercivalgraves

@realpercivalgraves

He shivered against the cold seeping through his threadbare clothes, trying to suppress his misery as he attempted to hand out the flyers his ma had given him. The fresh welts on his back and arms stung something fierce, but he bit through the pain.

Keeping his head down and his posture hunched as strangers passed him by, he tried to think about other things. About the kind stranger he met a few weeks ago. Mr. Graves, who had given him food and company for a few hours. Mr. Graves was unlike anyone Credence had ever met before, he was kind and comforting. And spend way too much of his undoubtedly valuable time with looking after pathetic young men like Credence.

It was mind baffling really.

But Credence wasn’t a fool, not like his ma reminded him every other day. Mr. Graves wanted something from him, nobody was this kind to him without an ulterior motive. Still it was nice to receive kindness.

He’d been right.

Mr. Graves was looking for  a child, no older than ten. Said the child was a special kind of witch, a different kind than what Mr. Graves was. And Credence had tried his best to find the child, he had. But there was only so much he could do without his ma noticing.

His current predicament was testament to that. Ma had caught him talking to some of the younger children about witches, and not to just condemn them. She didn’t take it too well.

He briefly looked up when he felt the familiar swirls of power in the air. He recognized them by now, although why and how was a mystery to him. Maybe it was because he liked Mr. Graves, despite his possible motives? It was hard to tell for sure. But he felt somewhat relieved to see the man. He quickly lowered his gaze once again and dropped his arms at his sides, trying to hide the flyers as much as he could.

[last-an-eon]

Okay

So about this thing where people think that there was no Percival Graves before Gellert… That is almost impossible.

Percival would have had to spend years, maybe even decades, to get that high up in the chain of command at MACUSA. The argument could be made that Gallery modified their memories, but the heavily implied friendship with Tina… Why would he magically that? How could he have even known about her, since she had been demoted at least a week before he arrived? Even if he did somehow know about her, he would have no reason to suspect that they would ever be close enough for her to realize that there was no Percival Graves, he had a short mission that wouldn’t have lasted longer than a week or two.

He had also obviously been meeting Credence for some time, as he immediately knew what had happened, had even anticipated it happening.

This is why I do believe that there must have been a Percival Graves, whose memories were possibly copied or stolen when Gellert took his place in society.

[hellhoundsprey]

My gf @realpercivalgraves pulled me Dick-First into the Fantastic Beasts fandom so excuse my AO3 account in the upcoming days (?) while I hyperfocus on Colin Farrell's dick for a hot second... (If that fandom is anything you're interested in, I made a side/rp blog for that: @fantasticholesandwheretofindthem 👋🏻)

[imnotyour-boy]

🍻 (realpercivalgraves)

"Oh!" Credence has to rush forward to catch Mr. Graves before he bashes his head in on the counter."Mr. Graves, are you alright?! What's wrong, are you sick?!" Then the older man hiccups and Credence scowls. "You've been drinking. Alcohol."

[newton-af-scamander]

@realpercivalgraves

When newt is nervous he tends to fidget. Right now he fidgets, thumbing at the button on the cuff of his sleeve or fiddling with the flap of his coat pocket. He longs for his case, the familiarity of its weight missing from his hand. So he fidgets to distract himself from that empty feeling, for his case being out of his line of sight makes him nervous.

Behind him, a large sphere of water is spelled to float after him, inside four agitated selkies hiss and chatter at him. They swim with tense, darting movements around the confined space. They have calmed considerably after Newt fed them some fish chunks soaked in a calming draught.

In front of him is the desk of Percival Graves, Director of Magical Security and currently Newt’s boss. The Department for the Care and Conservation of Magical Creatures is still very new and thought Newt technically is the head of the department, the magizoologist has never run a department in his entire life so for now he would be under guidance of the Director until he was fit to take over himself. Said Director currently didn’t look very happy with him, gaze boring into Newt as the silence stretches between them.

The reason for this impromptu meeting was probably being  two feet of water Newt is currently standing in, same at the rest of the department. Luckily they were able to stop it from spreading even further.

Newt clears his throat, breaking the silence. “I-It really was an accident,” he starts, not quite meeting Graves eye, staring instead at his shoulder, “I hadn’t anticipated that Katherine would charge the selkie tank…” the argument sounds weak even to his own ears.

[nootnootandthesaurusscamander]

"I haven't fucked him," Graves says matter-of-fact over morning coffee, "Credence. We've done about everything else, but not that. I want to, tonight, and I want you there, both of us do. I'm going to put him on his back, naked, his head in your lap as I take my time opening him up and fuck him through as many orgasms as I can. You're going to stroke his hair and whisper sweet nothings into his ear." Graves does not phrase it as a question, just takes a drag of his cigarette.

Theseus blinks for a few minutes, trying to register the request, or should he say command, in his mind. “You want me to what now?”

He turns crimson, his ears turning a nice shade of red as he imagines the filthy words turned to reality. How Credence, that poor young man, would moan and squirm. He can’t say he won’t enjoy such a sight but there’s a part of him that’s reluctant. “Do I even get a say in this?”

[wandchoosesthewizard]

Liberandum || Closed RP || Realpercivalgraves x wandchoosesthewizard

@realpercivalgraves

Percival floated in an out of conscience. The pain was a constant, but it was nothing to the feeling of violation, as if Grindlewald had pushed icy fingers under his skin and into his mind until Percival did not know which thoughts were his anymore.

It could have been days, weeks, months or years, time was irrelevant here. Perhaps he was dead and his tormentor had found a way to torture his soul into eternity.

And to think he had been prideful once, thought he would outsmart his captor and bring him in. He hadn’t been the best American auror for nothing after all. Pride had been one of the first things to be stripped away. There was only so many cruciatus curses one could withstand without making a sound. It was simple biology. Not even the great Percival Graves could go against nature.

The faith in his team took longer to die, but if there would be a rescue, it would have happened by now. No, the only thing he hoped for now was death and not been given that, the sweet embrace of unconsciousness, sleep having become a foreign concept. At least he had lost so much blood lately that his body could not sustain consciousness for long periods of time anyway. Thank fuck for small mercies, he though, and passed out again.  

Finding Mr. Graves had been the hardest part - he was alone now - utterly and completely so getting the idea to search for him, to have the nerve to do it? That was easy... And while he was afraid - afraid to let it out again - in case they found him, in case they hurt him, in case this time there was no coming back - it sat in his chest - a warm weight of power and potential. He was a miracle, or so he’d been told. 

And failure in his mission was not an option. 

So he searched, hard as it was, and he found. The man who had been wearing his face, it appeared, had done much worse things to him, than he had to Credence... Surrounded by failing spells and falling charms - there was no doubting that Percival Graves was dying.  

He took him back to the church and locked the doors - there was nowhere else to go and if Modesty were to return - if she were to return he would have to be there. He was all she had left, after all. And so, he turned the orphans away - he cleaned up the mess he had made and he cared for Percival - hoping and praying the man would wake up when his body was well rested enough. 

He was sat, now, by his bedside - waiting patiently - unsure if the man he had saved would even know him - or if everything he had known about Mr. Graves had been fictional.

[deathlesshallows]

Snooping on your playlist

Rules: We’re snooping on your playlist. Set your entire music library to shuffle and report the first ten tracks that pop up! Then choose ten additional friends.

I was tagged by @mush-shhhh

1. Stone Sour - The Travelers, Pt. 1 2. Mike Oldfield - Nuclear 3. Marilyn Manson - Minute Of Decay 4. Muse - New Born 5. Counterfeit - As Yet Untitled 6. Marilyn Manson - Killing Strangers 7. Daughter - Winter 8. Pete Yorn - Lose You 9. Smashing Pumpkins - Disarm 10. Stone Sour - Influence Of A Drowsy God

I tag @director-percival-graves @acatofmanylives :3 @classification-newt-scamander @daniscosplay @percysweetheart @waywardgraves @realpercivalgraves @thedarklordofslytherin @percegraves  @tolcveistodestrcy

[newtonartemisfidoscamanderg-blog]

Snooping on Your Playlist

Rules: We’re snooping on your playlist. Set your entire music library to shuffle and report the first ten tracks that pop up! Then choose ten additional friends. I was tagged by @mush-shhhh 1. Guns and Ships - Hamilton
2. All I Care About - Chicago
3. Non-Stop - Hamilton
4. The Point of No Return - The Phantom of The Opera
5. Only For Him - Love Never Dies
6. The News - Train
7. Valentine - Train
8. Breezeblocks - Alt-J
9. Lone Digger - Caravan Palace
10. Jackie and Wilson - Hozier

I tag @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins @thegravesyard @realpercivalgraves @nootnootandthesaurusscamander @saltveined

[vehuhia-rp]

I’m back!

Alright everybody, my exams are FINALLY over, so I’m officially in holidays. Which means that I should have your replies ready today or tomorrow, but please, if you see that I haven’t replied by sunday, tell me! I’m afraid I’m a bit lost in my notifications, so I may have lost our thread.

I’m so happy to be back, you have no idea! <3

@nootnootandthesaurusscamander @realpercivalgraves @loveisforchildren-percivalgraves @classification-newt-scamander @kiantrev (If I forgot someone please tell me!)

[barebottomcredentials]

Meme: Credence characteristics

tagged by: @lilith-luma-graves

1ST RULE: TAG 9 MUSES YOU WOULD LIKE TO KNOW BETTER: @argent-graves, @realpercivalgraves, @vehuhia, @thomas-henry-cross

2ND RULE: BOLD THE STATEMENTS THAT ARE TRUE FOR YOUR MUSE

APPEARANCE:

I AM 5'7" OR TALLER

I WEAR GLASSES

I HAVE AT LEAST ONE TATTOO

I HAVE AT LEAST ONE PIERCING

I HAVE BLONDE HAIR

I HAVE BROWN EYES 

I HAVE SHORT HAIR (in main verse he does, not in Omegaverse)

MY ABS ARE AT LEAST SOMEWHAT DEFINED

I HAVE OR HAVE HAD BRACES

PERSONALITY:

I LOVE MEETING NEW PEOPLE

PEOPLE TELL ME THAT I’M FUNNY

HELPING OTHERS WITH THEIR PROBLEMS IS A BIG PRIORITY FOR ME

I ENJOY PHYSICAL CHALLENGES

I ENJOY MENTAL CHALLENGES

I’M PLAYFULLY RUDE WITH PEOPLE I KNOW WELL

I STARTED SAYING SOMETHING IRONICALLY AND NOW I CAN’T STOP SAYING IT

THERE IS SOMETHING I WOULD CHANGE ABOUT MY PERSONALITY

ABILITY:

I CAN SING WELL

I CAN PLAY AN INSTRUMENT

I CAN DO OVER 30 PUSHUPS WITHOUT STOPPING

I’M A FAST RUNNER

I CAN DRAW WELL

I HAVE A GOOD MEMORY

I’M GOOD AT DOING MATH IN MY HEAD  

I CAN HOLD MY BREATH UNDERWATER FOR OVER A MINUTE

I HAVE BEATEN AT LEAST 2 PEOPLE IN ARM WRESTLING

I KNOW HOW TO COOK AT LEAST 3 MEALS FROM SCRATCH

I KNOW HOW TO THROW A PROPER PUNCH

HOBBIES:

I ENJOY PLAYING SPORTS

I’M ON A SPORTS TEAM AT MY SCHOOL OR SOMEWHERE ELSE

I’M IN AN ORCHESTRA OR CHOIR AT MY SCHOOL OR SOMEWHERE ELSE

I HAVE LEARNED A NEW SONG IN THE PAST WEEK

I WORK OUT AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK

I’VE GONE FOR RUNS AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK IN THE WARMER MONTHS

I HAVE DRAWN SOMETHING IN THE PAST MONTH

I ENJOY WRITING

FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION

I DO OR HAVE DONE MARTIAL ARTS

EXPERIENCES:

I HAVE HAD MY FIRST KISS (He just has in Omegaverse)

I HAVE HAD ALCOHOL

I HAVE SCORED THE WINNING GOAL IN A SPORTS GAME

I HAVE WATCHED AN ENTIRE SEASON OF A TV SHOW IN ONE SITTING

I HAVE BEEN AT AN OVERNIGHT EVENT

I HAVE BEEN IN A TAXI

I HAVE BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL OR ER IN THE PAST YEAR

I HAVE BEATEN A VIDEO GAME IN ONE DAY

I HAVE VISITED ANOTHER COUNTRY

I HAVE BEEN TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE BAND’S CONCERTS

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’M IN A RELATIONSHIP

I HAVE A CRUSH ON A CELEBRITY

I HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE I KNOW

I HAVE BEEN IN AT LEAST 3 RELATIONSHIPS

I HAVE NEVER BEEN IN A RELATIONSHIP

I HAVE ASKED SOMEONE OUT OR ADMITTED MY FEELINGS TO THEM

I GET CRUSHES EASILY

I HAVE HAD A CRUSH ON SOMEONE FOR OVER A YEAR

I HAVE BEEN IN A RELATIONSHIP FOR AT LEAST A YEAR

I HAVE HAD FEELINGS FOR A FRIEND

MY LIFE:

I HAVE AT LEAST ONE PERSON I CONSIDER A “BEST FRIEND”

I LIVE CLOSE TO MY SCHOOL

MY PARENTS ARE STILL TOGETHER

I HAVE AT LEAST ONE SIBLING 

I LIVE IN THE UNITED STATES

THERE IS SNOW RIGHT NOW WHERE I LIVE

I HAVE HUNG OUT WITH A FRIEND IN THE PAST MONTH

I HAVE A SMARTPHONE

I HAVE AT LEAST 15 CD’S

I SHARE MY ROOM WITH SOMEONE (his youngest sister)

RANDOM SHIT:

I HAVE BREAKDANCED

I KNOW A PERSON NAMED JAMIE

I HAVE HAD A TEACHER WITH A LAST NAME THAT’S HARD TO PRONOUNCE

I HAVE DYED MY HAIR

I’M LISTENING TO ONE SONG ON REPEAT RIGHT NOW

I HAVE PUNCHED SOMEONE IN THE PAST WEEK

I KNOW SOMEONE WHO HAS GONE TO JAIL

I HAVE BROKEN A BONE

I HAVE EATEN A WAFFLE TODAY

I KNOW WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH MY LIFE

I SPEAK AT LEAST 2 LANGUAGES

I HAVE MADE A NEW FRIEND IN THE PAST YEAR

[controlit-blog1]

RULES :  bold the ones that apply to your character !! TAGGED BY : @creatureprotector TAGGING : @crvdvncvbarvbonv, @realpercivalgraves, @greatergood, @ofthelune, @wandwork, or if you wanna do it just say i tagged you tbh

absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | big mouth | bigot | blindly obedient | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | clingy | clumsy | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent | depressed | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | fickle | finicky | flaky | frail | fraudulent | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | ornery | overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessimist | petty | power-hungry | proud | pushover | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic | sarcastic | senile | selfish | self-martyr | shallow | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | tactless | temperamental | timid | tone-deaf | traitorous | unathletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn | workaholic

[imnotyour-boy]

HOLY FUCK

I HAVE 308 FOLLOWERS NOW. I DONT KNOW WHY BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Particular mentions go out to @waywardgraves @realpercivalgraves @dontyoudarestiles @deathlesshallows @obscurebelief and anyone I might have missed fuck