perfer et obdura

indie original percival graves written by sam

[surreptitious-us]

au where J.K Rowling cares about Percival Graves

[somniafures-blog]

“ MOLTEN EYES & A SMILE MADE FOR WAR. ”

indie private & selective RONAN LYNCH from the raven cycle written by SAM

[idunnohaveameme]

reblog if you’ve been in the rpc since 2012 or earlier

[mindsmade]

idunnohaveameme:

how many of us old fucking farts are on here? remember when we used fucking giant ass gifs for icons and there was no small texted/formatted threads?

[directorgrcves]

suffertwiice

          reluctant as it may be the effort still draws a smile onto newt’s lips, chin tipping down approvingly as his never-still eyes flicker between the beast and graves as he hands the small bundle to the other wizard and nods up at him from his crouch encouragingly. 

         “ that’s it, ” he murmurs — to graves or the porlock, it’s not quite clear. “ there you are. nice and… easy… ” the creature’s bulbous nose warily sniffs at the auror’s offering, giant eyes trained on graves. it still won’t move forward. “ why don’t you try coming down here? ” newt advises ( not, of course, thinking about how he is requesting the besuited director of magical security to squat ).

          graves’ grip tightens around the bundle at scamander’s suggestion, and he wills himself not to roll his eyes. It’s not such a hard thing --- he's not sure why he is so keen on making the other man think he was pressuring him into something absurd. but he obeys, moving forward slightly and crouching to offer his hand and its contents to the creature. he leaves a respectable distance between himself, the creature, and scamander, as though to make sure all parties had the option to escape if any so desired.

         “ here, ”  he said simply, as if the creature could understand his offer. ( and for all he knew, it could ).

[directorgrcves]

@wandchoosesthewizard continued from here

Graves stared at the other man, hatred and defiance burning in every line of his face. He did not flinch when deceptively gentle hands carded through his hair, did not wince at the horrors the dark wizard proposed, only leveled the man with a look to rival his in intensity. If Grindelwald thought to frighten him into submission, he would be sorely disappointed. The Head of Magical Law Enforcement would not be bullied, the Director of Magical Security would not put to fright with mere words.

------ Grapple with his pride? This man hadn’t even begun to see how prideful Graves could be.

He spat in Grindelwald’s face, and grinned --- a hard, aggressive line that was more malice than amusement. He did not speak. He would not give Grindelwald the satisfaction.

[obscurii]

|| For @directorgrcves, continued from here.

“Unfortunately, we get that opportunity but once, and it is neither of our time for that.” (It was meant to be a joke, but the utter exhaustion in his tone somewhat defeated that).

“I mean it,” Credence whispered, curling in on himself a little more.  Of course he did, but not in the sense that Mister Graves seemed to have understood it in - and yet he did not quite know the words to rectify the whole thing.  

Truthfully, he meant it in the worst of ways.  Sometimes, and more now than ever, he just wanted to stop - to stop everything.  It was too much, too much, and he was tired, it had drained Credence for all he was worth - which was, in his own eyes, not very much.

[directorgrcves]

Graves paused in his reading to look up at Credence. The boy seemed to be shrinking before him, as though willing himself to take up as little space as possible. Graves sighed heavily, feeling like the action might cause him to break apart. He removed his reading glasses and set them on the desk in front of him, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said. About what? Credence’s feelings, perhaps, or his trying to make light of them. He remembered what it was to be young and feeling like the world was ending. The world had ended for him so many times, only to start again; he was accustomed to it by now. The thought distressed him, vaguely.

[directorgrcves]

miistergraves

It’s not your fault. The words struck Percival, perhaps more than they should have. “But I do. You should KNOW that.” He had to have known that. He’d been through it already, hadn’t he? “…Graves men aren’t weak…” He wiped at the tear tracks on his cheeks again. “…we can’t be…I can’t be…”

“I do know that,” he admitted. He was himself after all. He remembered how urgent it all felt --- how overwhelming. So much pressure to perform, to be some false, unattainable version of himself, to reach some pinnacle of masculinity. Only now, with age and the wisdom it lent, did he see it as a farce. It had taken him a long time to know himself --- to accept himself. This young Percival just hadn’t had enough time to see it, though to say so would seem condescending. Still, he had to say something. “It . . . passes. This feeling. It’s not forever.”

[directorgrcves]

( boop boop )

[rrrromeo]

it’s ya boy with the good face

[itagnola-deactivated20181222]

Are you straight?

don’t insult me

[directorgrcves]

( rping as og graves is so weird cause like … i’m gonna watch fbawtft to see my boy, but it’s not My Boy it’s an entirely different character, my boy doesn’t exist in that movie & in canon is probably straight up Dead ha ha hhhh,, :’) )

[directorgrcves]

( catch me watching fantastic beasts like: )

[directorgrcves]

( rping as og graves is so weird cause like . . . i’m gonna watch fbawtft to see my boy, but it’s not My Boy it’s an entirely different character, my boy doesn’t exist in that movie & in canon is probably straight up Dead ha ha hhhh,, :’) )

[directorgrcves]

miistergraves

“You can’t.” The man couldn’t do anything. Not here. Not in this time. Not with their father. There was no way to tell what EFFECT it could have. “…Neither can I…” He sniffled. “…I should be able to do something…”

“It’s not your fault,” the words were reflexive, impulsive, yet even as they left his mouth Graves felt the truth of them. He was overcome by a strange protectiveness --- not an emotion he typically felt in regards to himself. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this on your own.”

[aurorscorned-deactivated2023101]

@directorgrcves cont.

“I just…I want to be left ALONE.” Percival kept his body turned away from the man, rubbing furiously at his face. He didn’t want to be seen like this. “…Please…”

[directorgrcves]

Graves knew himself well enough to at least have the decency to look away. “I’m sorry,” he said, for lack of anything USEFUL to say. “I wish I could . . . fix this. For both our sakes.”

[directorgrcves]

Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die

[ indie private & selective original percival graves written by SAM ]

[directorgrcves]

“ think about what you’re doing. ”

“I have thought about it. There’s no other way.”

[directorgrcves]

“ just leave me alone already. ”

“I’m sure we would both be happier that way, but we both know I can’t.”