for the greater good

  if I am what people find in the shadows, am I a monster of the night, or a light in the dark?  //  i can't tell the difference anymore.

[nonmiracle-blog]

as soon as i get a new theme IM GONNA DIVE RIGHT BACK WHERE I LEFT OFF. did y’all miss daddy graves bC I SURE DID.

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ALSO IF Y’ALL KNOW ANY THEME COMMISSIONERS ... hit me up i need a funky fresh style

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u guys honestly don’t understand. i lsot graves muse bc life got really really busy and awful and now my life is coming back together again it came back but fORGOT ALL MY GODDAMN INFO so i can to dig thru so ... so much. so much shit JUST TO FIND MY INFO and when i logged in i immediately died from HOW MUCH I MISSED GRAVES AND ALL OF Y’ALL imc rying im so gay but IM BACK HELL YEAH

[nonmiracle-blog]

HEY FUCKERS DADDY’S HOME ( after three months of a hiatus holy shit )

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   ‘   do you believe in miracles, mr. graves?   ‘   //   ONCE UPON A TIME HE HAD. when youth was still free and magic was no longer cursed. when the harmonic wind swept through the lands, letting all those with ambrosic blood feel all that they were. MIRACLES WERE ABUNDANT, THEN. they don’t exist anymore. not in the world they live in. not in the war they will soon face. ( NOT WHEN GOD DEMANDS THEIR SACRIFICE, SILENCE ETCHED INTO THEIR BONES. )   ‘   miracles?   ‘   he asks you, eyes down cast and cold ( AS IF STEEL & IRON & COAL. )   ‘   there are no miracles here.   ‘   //   INDIE AND SELECTIVE PERCIVAL GRAVES.  written by zam.

[nonmiracle-blog]

did y’all miss me

[refiningfire]

I’m afraid it always will be

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moriarty:

life on tumblr has always been just living in the moment for me, but sometimes i stop and realize that some of us have been part of each other’s lives for. years. a lot of years. seeing each other grow and change, being there for the ups and downs, is comforting. knowing there’s a place, this place, where i can find all of you… it’s nice. i’m very glad i met you, and hope to keep meeting all the other you’s to come

@blacksclerae // @zhalinth  // @alderaanheir

[nonmiracle-blog]

by the way im still fucked up on the fact that i headcanoned my percival’s wand as pine bc of pottermore and didnt even fucking realise pine wood for wands made them excellent conduits for nonverbal magic

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fangdad:

 ‘  UGH.   My  fangs  hurt  ,  I’m  sensitive  ,  frustrated  ,  and  horny  —–  are  you  actually  going  to  tell  me  to  calm  down  ??   ’  Kane  was  like  a  thirteen  year  old  girl  suffering  on  her  menstruation.  Just  wait  ,  he’ll    start  to  actually  THROW  things. for nonmiracle (´・ω・`)

AND THUS BEGINS THE ACHE FORMING AT HIS TEMPLES. he swears by a deity he holds no belief in that this man will be the end of him, that he will surely drown him in the nuances of his daily life            a life he himself should hold no interest in. ( TOO LATE NOW, PERCIVAL. YOU’RE IN TOO DEEP. )

 he feels ready to snap. ( MAYBE KANE’S MELODRAMA IS CONTAGIOUS. )        ‘   yes, i am, since calm means a distinct lack of a tantrum, one i know you’re itching to throw.   ‘   a shake of head, lips drawing in a thin line.   ‘   as a means to avoid said tantrum ... would you mind telling me how i can help?   ‘

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alderaanheir:

anyway zam @nonmiracle just bought lube from walmart online so i changed my mind he is no longer welcome back to the sw rp community

BITCH YA MISS ME

[evepolastrl]

what was done here tonight was not right.

[nonmiracle-blog]

kane: i want peppermint lube graves: how about i shove a candy cane up ur ass will that work for ya

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ismiracle:

ooc:: THAT’S IT IM LEAVING. @nonmiracle IS MAKIN’ FUN OF HOW LIL’ CREDENCE’S LEGS WOULD BE IN SHORTS. CALLING THEM CHICKEN LEGS. I’m offended. I’m affronted. HOW DARE. Someone appreciate my son and his long, slender legs.

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@simutare

EXPLOSIONS ARE A THING CREATED BY HEAT AND FORCE. they arise out of careful planning, wires being set and a detonator ready to go. they are discreet, subtle   ;   something undetectable until the moment the chemicals coalesce and the heat consumes flesh   /   bone   /   soul. this is the moment the bomb goes off. this is the moment he loses himself in the ferocity of another who dares to proclaim himself god. ( THEY ARE TWO DEITIES WITH CLAWS   /   TEETH   /   FIRE. THEY ARE TWO CREATURES WARRING WITH THE WORLD IN WHICH THEY ENVISION TRUE PEACE, ENLIGHTENMENT. THEY ARE ONE IN THE SAME, UNABLE TO SEE IT. ) who is he to be playing god? who is he, a man nothing of pain and retribution, of sin and lies   ;   the snake in the garden laughing as innocence is condemned to ash. is that what’s happening? is his hidden heart the thing being blown apart, consumed in the fire as the explosion rages, rages, rages.

              ‘   you can’t keep me here like this.   ‘   like this? as someone who wants to fight, but looks at blood - stained, ashen hands and thinks WE COULD BE BEAUTIFUL ! he is weak, so weak. they could do so much. his mind is being betrayed by his own frayed heart.   ‘   this isn’t            we don’t have the same motives.   ‘

[alderaanheir]

i have had this gif made since june with full intention of using it for a bias list back then. months later, here i am, suddenly inspired to actually do something with it. maybe it’s the ro hype, maybe it’s a milestone hit last week ; either way, here’s a sappy fucking bias list.

* i’ve almost definitely forgotten people, & i am very sorry. just know that if you have ever followed me, spoken to me, or supported me in any way, i am extremely thankful. now, [gaga voice] here we go.

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[lamebeautyitem]

OOOO now THis is abit different…and ….hmm I like it…

I mean OBVS all about Gredence but damn this has its charms, 

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