[ ˡᵃᵗ ] TO OVERTHROW

private / g. grindelwald .

[whiteandblackxx]

David Beckham

[thibautheyman5]

Sometimes the world no longer needs a hero, sometimes what it needs is a monster.

Vlad the Impaler (via thibautheyman5)

[seasons-gredence]

how i picture real percival graves

will fume if you call him percy

would rather not socialize… ever

usually very serious at work

will try to be funny sometimes but his jokes are always rude

takes himself very seriously

gives an occasional awkward hug

secretly emotional

wants to have friends but doesnt know how, hes like me @ myself why are you this way

genuinely cares about a lot of people but afar

not good with social cues

loves booze

obsessed with his fireplace

cursed with handsomeness, just wants  to be looked at as an authority

would never fist bump under any circumstances

would have fun if he actually went out with coworkers and let himself talk about shit other than work but lol 

excellent penmanship

type A as fuuuuuuck

organizes his socks and underwear

has a mopey side that comes out with alcohol

hopes and dreams his coworkers are afraid of him

but also just wants to be chill and liked

hates so much

[deicere-blog]

my country: *creates a new law that makes it p much illegal for professors to hand out lecture content to students*

me: *percival graves voice* who tf does this protect

[chickenryo]

I hope so (´;ω;`)

[kingofthepitt]

How I feel about Percival Graves aka the Hot Wizard Cop of NYC

[deicere-blog]

HOLLOW EYES   /   they linger some place else  rather than in his here and now :    upon dark walls ,   the filth of his undeserved confinement .    they are all wrong ,    naive as children and  UNABLE  to see he is the only one that attempts to help them  ---   that wishes his own kind nothing but a better tomorrow .

there is surprise    (   something he feels rarely  )     when familiar energy fills enchanted room    ------     such  PRECIOUS  power ,    he can feel it .    and there ,   there it is !    obsidian cloud of smoke floating with such graceful movement through the air in the opposite corner of his cell .    lips part ,    and once again he ' s   MESMERISED ,   even when his voice is calm ,   controlled ,   fatherly almost .                ‘        oh . . .    my dear boy    ------------     you grace me with your presence ?        ‘                ///    @ashamedheritage

[percivalgravessource]

x

[tromperiie-deactivated20170302]

it destroyed her, what they did: she was never right again. she wouldn’t use magic, but she couldn’t get rid of it; it turned inward and drove her mad, it exploded out of her when she couldn’t control it, and at times she was strange and dangerous. but mostly she was sweet and scared and harmless.

[deicere-blog]

poor mister graves .   (   MIISTERGRAVES   )

The man’s voice rang in his ears, already buzzing from the SILENCE that had surrounded him for entirely too long. The only human contact that he’d been exposed to was the dark wizard that had put him there and it was maddening. A part of him was glad to have any form of break from the SOLITUDE and yet a larger part of him bore such a hatred for the other man that his presence made him shake with fury. And he was- shaking -though whether from the cold or unfettered anger, was unclear.

Percival didn’t draw his gaze up from where it was fixed at the floor, fingers gripping his knees tightly, knuckles whitening. “…There are a great MANY things that keep me up at night.” He seethed through his teeth, voice barely croaking out audibly. His breathing was ragged, exhaustion deep in his bones.

a lazy hum to answer  ;    a charming ,    almost gentle smile ,    lips pursed as he  DEIGNS  to crouch down to come to the victim ‘ s  level .             '        miss goldstein ,        '             he continues then ,    alabaster brows furrowed with feigned thoughtfulness as eyes linger on the cold ground .     heavens ,    the  LITTLE WITCH  regards the man as if he himself were a kind of greater good ,    a hero   --------    is that what he is to them ?      (   foolish auror ,    foolish people .   )             '        always appearing where she shouldn ‘ t . . .        ‘             his question will sound trivial ,    but it is the little  DETAILS  that accomplish grand design ,    that complete perfect deception .             ‘        tell me :   is it  “goldstein”   ------    or “porpentina” already ?        ‘

[littlemissmollymormon-blog]

me at the start of 2016

me at the end of 2016

[oflegilimency-deactivated201706]

                                               the damsel that saved everyone in distress . 

[deicere-blog]

GUYS IM CREEPED OUT AF

how can THIS                                                 be THIS   

?????

[deicere-blog]

FOOLISH  WITCH   /   despite being from his rows ,    allowing herself to be trapped within unfortunate predicament  ;     cornered  while aurors are soon to approach ,   so close that their energy can be  FELT  from where he stands     (   they ‘ ve come with him .  rather: the face he wears .   )      exaggerated pity  ‘ pon stolen features ,   its faux nature not hidden ,   but bare to her .    yet  there is  A BOND AMONG WOLVES  ;    she one of his ,    despite it all .   so wand of justice is lowered ,   the hum that falls from lips reveals the devil ,   too out of character for austere ,   disciplined old auror .            ‘        careless ,   child .     truly .        ‘                ///     @starksprincess

[deicere-blog]

runs fingers through his hair

quiet hums    (   PACIFIED  DEVIL   )      that go with gentle touches as heavy head leans lazily against the oaken trunk .     while drawn - out  PHILOSOPHICAL  discussions ,   plans of a better world ,     fulfill young minds  ,    it ‘ s  the simple moments of quiescence after    -----   or whenever possible   -----    that make him forget the burden ,    the doubt ,   that comes with too many raging thoughts .    the other ‘ s  touch is a comforting  WARMTH  even on hot afternoons ,   and he is glad ,    so glad ,    this boy had been introduced to him what feels like eternities ago already .    yet ,    HE THINKS ,    he ‘ d  not trade but one minute of this for a greater good .

[deicere-blog]

FOOLISH CLEVER BOY  (  ADUROSTUM .  )

                                                              his anger is tangible.

       albus knows anger, knows what POISON it can grow to become. it makes you stronger, he knows this too, but anger can only give as much as it could take. his FATHER was a testimony to that and he would rather not see the same fate bestowed upon another he cares for. ❝ he didn’t KNOW, gellert. you can’t punish him for something he is IGNORANT of. ❞ the wizarding realm was hidden to them, nonexistent save for the children’s stories and of what witch hunts several hundred years ago. he does not step back when gellert comes close, leans in to whisper with a smile and look that albus knows won’t bode well. 

                                                             and he’s not wrong.

      ❝ that’s NOT what I meant. ❞ a flash of hurt in his eyes, but it only makes him set in his ways. STUBBORN to the very end when it came to his position - their DIFFERENCE - in their similarities. albus preferred a gentler approach ( his bleeding heart ) where gellert was more… dynamic. though, albus won’t deny it won’t yield quick results from BOTH magical and nonmagical communities.

                                             ❝ times are CHANGING for the better. ❞

pale eyes watch ,   his gaze is cold ,   stoic almost ,   UNPREDICTABLE .      (    oh yes ,   they are ignorant .   so let us play protector in parental manner for they would never be able to handle what they do not understand !    )        noted is the fleeting spark of emotion surfacing within blue hues .    he exhales throughout nostrils ,   tongue running over teeth .    his silence is  PROCRASTINATION  ;    giving in isn ' t in his nature ,    never his desire      --------      but he does .

‘       merlin ‘ s  beard !     you ‘ re  a bloody  MORALIZER ,   albus !        ‘              comes nearly infantile exclamation as demeanor goes from one extreme to the other ,    white hair falling back with a backward throw of his head .     ---------  an act to draw attention from his defeat or a way to  DEAL  with it ?     a sigh then   and intruding hand comes forth to flick blonde locks .             ‘        you enjoy getting hit by snow balls ,   yes ?    good to know .        ‘

[deicere-blog]

disappointed mom and “wtf is ur new boyfriend”-dad