#mtomain

[piousboy-blog1]

"ᴅᴏ yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ yᴇᴛ?" -P.G. (caaasually drops this in)

Put "ᴅᴏ yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ yᴇᴛ?" in my ask to see how my muse reacts.

“...I don’t know, what’s a Valentine?” Credence asked, tilting his head as he looked to the other wizard. “Is it a magic thing?”

[piousboy-blog1]

I want the K! ((For Perc?))

Send ‘I want the K’ for a generated kiss

9. Jawline kiss

The smallest of whimpers escaped Credence’s lips, a small shiver as he was brought into the other man’s arms. They had been through far too much, and having the parasitic obscurus inside him didn’t make it easier. There were still times he was angry, or afraid, times where emotions became too much to control and he relied on Percival Graves to bring him back into a lucid state.

“I’m sorry...” he whispered to him, turning in against his neck. “Thank you for making me me again.” And with that he puckered his lips out, lightly pecking his jaw.

[rvliance-blog]

@mto-main

Holy shit im ready

fucking good i need the angst 

[hcpscotched-blog]

Mto-main is pretty freaking amazing. 17/10. Love all their writing

@mto-main You know, I follow them as well! I have never gotten the opportunity to write with them but I very well would like to. Their mastery with all of the characters they play is a delight to have on my dash! Very good taste! 

[piousboy-blog1]

"Alright. Get up here." -PG

sharing a bed

Credence felt a bit relieved when he was invited up into the bed, immediately climbing up into the bed next to him. “Thank you Mr Graves. I hate sleeping in silence,” he admitted quietly as he lay back on the free side of the bed, sinking into the soft sheets.

[piousboy-blog1]

Custom color, I'm learning from your writing, stealing your vocabulary when you're not looking. Creeping, watching, always *slithers back into the shadows*

I’m genuinely lost for words? (Pun unintended but I wish it was)

But REALLY? I’m literally just doping about on the computer like DERPY DOO LETS CHURN OUT SOME MORE OF MY INDUSTRIAL CREDENCE CRAP

Really though I’m solidly overwhelmed with how kind this is. Thank you.

[stickyclawsniffler-blog]

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

the salty af munday meme

Hmm this is easier to come up with when I’m in an actually salty mood and now I’m actually in a good mood lol. But let’s see. I guess just regular stuff? If a sideblog doesn’t say it’s a sideblog or who’s blog it belongs to it gets kind of hard to… know if they follow back? Therefore I get a bit nervous about interacting because many people are mutuals only. It’s not a deal breaker or anything, but it’s nice to know hehe. 

Uncut posts tend to be a deal breaker. On mobile that I get it, but otherwise uncut posts are just a nightmare. My biggest rp pet peeves usually comes from tumblr updates though. Having to go back to edit the shit out of posts just so the text I’m replying to is showing and so on? Drivers me nuts. Stop with the updates tumblr geez.

[piousboy-blog1]

ღ

Send ღ for a first kiss between our muses.

Credence couldn’t be more grateful for the fact that the real Percival Graves was willing to take him in. He was so certain that he would just wash his hands of him and forget the whole situation, but there had been some comfort in knowing that they had both been hurt by the dark wizard. Then he had been understanding, even going against duty to look after the young wizard. Their relationship post-trauma had been described as ‘inappropriate’ and ‘unprofessional’ - but even at MACUSA they couldn’t deny that it was for the best, but only if that was off the record. 

Despite his serious nature, he had been soft and tender with Credence, everything that Grindelwald wasn’t and everything Credence had wanted. Yet at the same time Credence was having to cope with the fact that this wasn’t the man he fell in love with. Nevertheless, the creeping feeling kept returning, especially during such moments where he was allowing Credence to lie out on the couch next to him, nuzzling in close and whispering comforting words, letting him know that he wouldn’t be hurt again.

“Thank you, Mr Graves,” Credence said quietly, very gently turning his face in to nuzzle against his cheek. The fact that he hadn’t been pushed away or scolded was heaven, but what truly grabbed his attention was his stubble, his lips, the fact that he could go to prison for getting closer to them when they were right there. He knew he was taking a large risk, but he was taking risks every day he spent with the auror. 

He very lightly puckered his lips out, his heart pounding as he only just made contact with the side of Graves’ lips, a terrible feeling of fear coming over him as he pondered what would come next, praying he wouldn’t be upset or angry. Credence couldn’t handle losing him.