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Hello!!! 1, 2, 8, 9 and 12 for the domesticity meme, pretty please !! I love your blog, by the way!
talk domestic rk1k to me!
hello hello! thank you so much, hon! ♡
1. how did they first kiss?
this totally depends on the timeline i’m writing. i do have a headcanon that at the end of a perfect survivors’ run, markus and connor have their first kiss right before markus’s speech, and it’s a totally in-the-moment thing. they’re heady on adrenaline and victory, standing just a little too close, and neither of them mean for it to happen, really. it just does. and then connor is closing his eyes, and markus’s hand is on his waist—
hair-trigger allies aren’t supposed to kiss like they’re giving into gravity. it’s complicated, to say the least.
2. who flirts more?
awhile ago somebody brought up flirty markus, and i haven’t slept the night through since. it’s such a good concept. for connor’s sake, he asks consent for any physical affection—public or not—but there’s no stopping this man when it comes to sentimentality. he’ll say these casually sappy things all the time; calls connor baby and lover and tells him how much he misses him when they’re apart. he’s the charismatic leader of a social movement, so, yeah, he’s pretty good with his words.
on the other hand, connor is an absolute master of flirting via thoughtful gestures. he’ll bring markus small trinkets and tokens when he finds them, memorizes markus’s schedule and visits him in the quiet moments, documents little conversations they have and sets them aside. markus spends one evening over dinner waxing lyrical about the application of a priori knowledge to androids, and the next week, connor brings him the complete works of immanuel kant. and oh, boy, is markus head over heels in love.
8. do they have pets?
in this one fic i read, nothing like love, connor brings home fish for his and markus’s apartment, and markus has a crisis because (and this is way over-simplifying it, but whatever) keeping things captive because it’s supposedly what’s best for them hits a little too close to home. that’s pretty much been my approach to it ever since.
generally, markus is uncomfortable with the idea of pets and owners, although i do think he eventually warms to the idea of spending time with connor and sumo. it helps that it makes connor happy, which as far as markus is concerned is one hell of a motivator.
9. do they act different in public and at home?
oh, for sure. like it or not, both connor and markus have reputations to uphold, and that means putting up a barrier of professionalism whenever they’re in public. as people become more receptive to androids’ integration into society, they relax their boundaries just a little; let their relationship filter through the cracks in small ways. a shared smile, or linked fingers under the table. it’s a slow burn, but it’s progress.
on the other hand, that means they’re twice as affectionate with each other in the privacy of their own home. coming back from a long workday and melting into each other is a much more common occurrence than they’d have people think. they decompress and banter and roll their eyes at the day’s events and whatever uptight politician is trying to pull the strings this time around. an onlooker would notice they’re easier around each other. softer.
12. favorite non-sexual activity?
honestly? sleeping. it’s intoxicating. androids don’t need to sleep, of course, but deviants feel the consequences of a burnout that much more intensely, and rest is both a powerful tool and a delightfully unnecessary pastime. markus and connor, workaholics as they are, are a little bit addicted. they’ll go to sleep early and wake up in each other’s arms, and it feels good enough to be dizzying.
#vehuhia#ask#detroit become human#rk1000#rk1k#connor x markus#hhhooookay this is a long boy#bUT i loved these my dude thank you!!!
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Bonded enemies || Closed rp with vehuhia
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Percival Graves had become cocky. It was to be expected, really. One couldn’t be the most powerful auror of their time, become Director of Magical Security and head of MACUSA’s Department of Magical Law Enforcement without becoming overconfident. Percival knew it, and he didn’t hide it. Wasn’t ashamed of it. That was a part of who he was, now.
But he had become cocky, and that had been his biggest mistake.
When Gellert Grindelwald had appeared in an empty alleyway where Percival had been investigating the disparition of his friend, Theseus Scamander - disparition, yes, because he wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be dead, he was just missing, it was all, and Percival would bring him home safe and sound, thank you very much -, Percival hadn’t run away. Hadn’t called out for help.
Because, honestly, if there was someone who could bring down Gellert Grindelwald, greatest wizard of their time, it was him. Percival Graves. So he had merely smirked, drawn out his wand - and he could already imagine Picquery’s face when he would brought her Grindelwald, wrists bound and fury clear into his mismatched eyes -
Except that the fight that ensues wasn’t at all what Percival had imagined. He had known that Grindelwald was an excellent duelist, and yet, it seemed that he had underestimated him. It actually didn’t take long for the man to disarm Percival - less than twenty minutes, that was pathetic - and to bring him to his knees.
Percival had been so sure he was going to die there and then, and he had already made peace with his destiny. He had always known that this was how he was going to go: in a glorious fight against evil.
But Grindelwald hadn’t killed him. No. He had knocked him out, and brought him into a miserable cell, where he had tortured him, trying to extract informations from him. Again. And again. And again. For what had felt like months. But Percival had kept his mouth shut, his mental wards up, and hadn’t revealed any secret. Hadn’t allowed the bastard into his head, despite the hunger, the pain, the exhaustion, the fear.
If he was going to die there, he wasn’t going to talk. Never. The man had taken everything from him, he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction to open his mouth.
That was in this state of mind that he opened his eyes, one day - night? -, lifting his chin defiantly as Grindelwald entered his cell, looking at him in the eye, fury making his magic swirl furiously inside him - But the chains on his wrists and ankles didn’t allow him to use it. It was furious inside him, and it was useless, and it drained Percival more surely than any torture Grindelwald had up his sleeve.
He wasn’t going to show the man how scared he really was. He had fought during the war, damn it. He didn’t fear a fucking mismatched eyed albino.
But that time… something was wrong. All of his instincts screamed it to him. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. There was a smell, a smell he knew all too well, and the wolf in him clawed at his insides and whined as he realized that it wasn’t right. There was Theseus’ smell, but… it was wrong, somehow. Different. He smelled like death. He smelled like blood.
He smelled like vampires.
And his doubts were only confirmed when the auror, his friend, stepped into the room, eyes wide and mad, dry blood creaking in his chin and fangs pointing between his full lips.
And Percival suddenly wanted to be sick.
“What did they do to you…?”, he breathed, his heart clenching painfully in his chest, his voice made hoarse by too many hours spent screaming in agony. So worried and furious in his friend’s behalf that he forgot to be scared, forgot that he was in the same room as a vampire lost in a blood frenzy.
Had he always smelled like that? Theseus cocked his head to the side and breathed in deeply, trying to pinpoint the exact smell. But he couldn’t, he’d never smelled that scent before, couldn’t pinpoint it even with his sensitive nose. He just knew Percival's scent was deeper, like the forest, pine, musky, but also the slight smell of wet dog, which was just off putting.
At the same time, his blood smelled tantalizing. Rich, deep, like velvet chocolate cake fresh out of the oven. It made him hum with excitement as he slowly moved closer, waiting for his master to give him space before moving in.
“Bite him and feed, but don’t drain him. I need him alive...” His master and creator took their leave and he was left alone with poor little Percy.
Theseus smirked at the question, at the look of horror on Percival’s face. He carefully reached out and stroked the warm cheek, feeling the blood thrum in its veins underneath his fingers.
“So now you want to know?” He chuckled, anger churning inside of him. Percy had abandoned him, had never even bothered to find him. Both his creator and master had made that abundantly clear and Theseus had no reason to distrust them at this point. “I spend seventy six hours in agony, Percy...
Do you know how fast we turn? Within twenty four hours... but not me. Oh no, no I turned in three days. Because fate doesn’t give a fuck about me. And neither did you.”
He leaned in, pressing his nose against Percival’s cheek and inhaled. Groaning at the conflicting smells he picked up. Confusion settled on his features and he leaned back slightly, cupping the wizard’s cheeks to make eye contact. “Your blood smells divine, but you....”
Theseus scoffed “You smell like wet dog.”
“Why?”
#vehuhia#closed rp#theseus rp#thesival rp#vampire au#vampire/werewolf au#bonded enemies#thes is so confused by this
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Soul bound || closed with vehuhia
@vehuhia People passed him by on the street as if he was nothing. And maybe he really was nothing, ma told him so all the time after all. He kept his head down, trying to pass out the little pamphlets he'd been given. But as always he had very little success. He rubbed his right arm, over the name that had been engraved in his flesh from the day he was born. A rare thing among soulmates apparently. For most they showed up during puberty. But of course Credence was an exception, he was abnormal, an abomination. Percival Graves. That was the name he'd been marked with for twenty two years already. He'd given up hope that he would ever find the man. He looked up, freezing as he spotted a man across the street. He was being watched... But Why?
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@vehuhia replied to your post“Am I missing smth or”
Damn pal, I didn't know that, that was fucking interesting! Even if it turned out that it's not that, thank you for that!
You’re welcome! Five years of graduate school have finally born fruit!
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What Do You Truly Want? (Closed)
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Burns from fire were normally easy to heal. A simple salve made to help sooth the skin, a few days rest, and the skin would heal. But burns from fire made by magic was entirely different. In protecting Theseus, in trying to get his brother to safety, Newt had sustained burns from the blue flames. Any longer and he would have likely disintegrated like the rest. Like Leta.
He was lucky. Grindelwald had likely intended to kill him that night, handing out obvious threats. The man had forced his hand too, make him pick a side. The burns sustained were along his arms and up across his back, a result of shielding Theseus before apparating away. The flames didn’t appear to burn his clothing, but burned through his clothing. Charring skin and leaving the magizoologist with yet another scar to add to his collection. Though, this was twice now that Grindelwald had left a mark on his body and he did not like the habit the man was starting to make of it.
As a precaution with Newt’s injuries, Theseus insisted that he stay at Hogwarts. Although Theseus was not very trusting of Dumbledore at the moment, it was the safest place for Newt after Grindelwald’s threats. To his brothers surprise, Newt did not fight him on this one. In fact, he plainly agreed to it. He had not informed anyone of the item that his niffler had swiped from Grindelwald, not even Theseus. Dumbledore was a long time friend of his and he knew blood magic was strictly forbidden. He didn’t want the Ministry to find yet another reason to hate Albus Dumbledore. So he kept it a secret, figuring he could talk to Albus about it during his stay at Hogwarts.
Newt had been given accommodations, the school having several spare rooms for staff members that they were not using at the moment, so he at least had some privacy. Though, he was still required to get his bandages changed on his arms and back changed at least once a day so he had to make daily trips to the medical wing of the school. He preferred to do it in the morning to get it out of the way, and it appeared to be one of the quieter times in the medical wing. It was still so strange to be back in the very place that his life had fallen apart.
“Thank you...” he spoke softly, pulling on his shirt and carefully doing up the buttons. “Not a problem, Mister Scamander,” the older woman smiled at him, “You always were one to get yourself into trouble. I remember treating several injuries when you were a student here...Though, some of them were not made by any creature you were caring for...” She hummed as she put away her medical supplies, Newt watching her for a moment. “I’m not trying to make a habit out of this, I promise...” he gave a weak smile, “Nor did I expect you to be the one treating my injuries again, Misses Ardrine.” She sighed, looking back at him rather fondly. “No, I suppose it is simply an occupational hazard,” she winked, noting as he looked away again, “Have a good day, Newt...” She put a gentle hand on his shoulder for a moment before turning away to continue with her work.
Newt waved his wand and his bowtie quickly tied itself around his neck, under the collar of his shirt. With that done, Newt left the medical wing. He had already memorized Albus’ teaching schedule since arriving there so he knew that his class would be ending. A perfect time to drop by for tea. A hand instinctively rested on the right front pocket of his trousers, feeling the blood pact was there. Today was the day he hoped to discuss it with Albus, he only hoped the man would finally be truthful with him. He moved through the halls, eyes glancing towards the familiar moving portraits as he went. This place hadn’t changed much at all since he had last attended here.
He heard chatter up ahead, bringing his attention forward as he noticed the groups of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students exiting the area that led to Albus’ classroom. He stepped aside, pressing himself against the wall as the children moved past him. They all but ignore him, continuing on with their laughter and chatter. It was a familiar feeling of being ignored. He often found himself ignored when he was a student there, though he did garner some unwanted attention from several bullies. He shook his head, brushing aside those silly thoughts of the past and peeled himself from the wall as the last few students trailed away.
Newt stepped towards the classroom, peering inside as he tapped on the door. “Good morning..” he smiled softly, looking to Albus before his gaze quickly fell to the familiarity of the room. He stepped inside, eyes wandering over the room that felt oddly smaller than he remembered it being. “I was hoping..we could have some tea together..?” Newt asked absent-mindedly, “If you aren’t busy, of course...”
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Unto The Breach
Closed RP @vehuhia-rp
The aftermath of Grindelwald’s attack in Paris had left the entire country on the brink of war.
With half the auror population consumed by the protego diabolica flames, The Ministry had become enslaved to chaos. Every able body had been drafted to work around the clock to regain some semblance of order but the government had been hit hard and now struggled to keep the country from collapsing.
Theseus was suffering the worst.
Leta Lestrange had been killed directly in front of them, she had sacrificed herself to buy them more time to escape with no intentions of ever winning. So consumed with guilt and trying to repent for the demise of her brother, facing Grindelwald head on in battle alone was a suicide mission and she had known that. Leta had died a martyr and left them to grieve together.
They needed each other more than ever. Newt had insisted Theseus move to his home, no where was safe any more but at least together they could look after each other. Or rather that had been Newt’s plan but his brother had thrown himself into hunting Grindelwald down personally to bestow great vengeance upon the wizard. Theseus wanted to avenge Leta and Newt knew when Theseus burnt out, he would have to be there to pick up the pieces.
Until then he needed a plan.
It was time he visited Hogwarts again to confront his Professor. Albus Dumbledore had a lot of explaining to do, especially considering he had entered a blood pack with Gellert Grindelwald. Newt knew they were close but a blood pack? They might as well be married. This was far beyond some school boy crush.
Then their was the matter of Credence to discuss. The young man has been poisoned by Grindelwald’s honey sweet words and was now in Nurmengard, an unknowing prisoner. No doubt Credence would be manipulated into Gellert’s plan for world domination. The entire situation was snowballing into complete pandemonium.
But. First things first. Hogwarts. Newt wrote a quick letter and began packing. Dumbledore would not reject his letter, too much was stake. For now his creatures could stay here, Bunty could watch over them but Niff and Pick would no doubt want to come along for the ride. He would take his case anyway but he would have to think of a long term plan now he was a target.
There was too much to think about. Newt needed to get his affairs in order.
Thankfully morning arrived with a much needed reply after a fitful nights sleep. His professor had agreed to a meeting. Together, with a bit of luck, they might be able to resolve each issue as it came up practically.
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No matter how many times he had visited Hogwarts over the years the castle was still beautiful and intimating. It was a shame he had so many painful memories connected to his school years, the forest had been his shelter back then. Dumbledore had encouraged his gifts with magically creatures and had more than once turned a blind eye to his nightly escapades. Newt might have to take a wander through the familiar grounds after his meeting.
Taking a deep breath, Newt walked along the bridge feeling like this might be the last peaceful walk he would get in a while. Dumbledore was waiting for him at the entrance, with how many students there were milling around it was clear they were going between classes.
“Professor.” Newt greeted softly. “I think there is a lot we need to discuss.” He requested, wanting to go somewhere private. Even if it meant waiting till nightfall for Dumbledore to be free of his classes to ‘have that cup of tea.’
#Unto The Breach#Vehuhia-rp#Scamandore rp#Newt Scamander rp#Albus Dumbledore rp#Sorry it has taken so long lovely#hopefully this is what you had in mind :)
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Alright, soooo, I just saw your giveaway post like right now, and I have no fucking idea why I haven't earlier. Anyway, yeah. I'm a big fan of your drawings, they're so fucking cute, and I think you're a lovely person. Have a nice day/night
SORRY FOR LATE REPLY *sobs*
AND THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS SO NICE OF YOU! I’M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!! *bursts from too much happiness* You’re the one who made my night. Thank you, darling
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I’m very sorry
I’ve been away for so long. Uni and work are getting really crazy at the moment, so I’m afraid I’ll only be around during week-ends.
That being said, I’m trying to catch up with all my late replies. I know I owe @scharfezunge and @worldauthority. I’ll try to write them this week-end!
I’m really sick at the moment though, so please don’t be mad at me if I don’t manage.
If you see that I haven’t replied to you, send me a message, I probably forgot you!
Love,
Vehuhia
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— answer these questions then tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better!
tagged by stolen from: @harknesstm because I need to prove I’m tough and all that
tagging: @greatergoodfolly @sneverus @inquisitivewitch @therearemoreimportanthings @queeniestein @implicatedbyprophecy @vehuhia @lyraxlestrange @filiaxxanguis @tenaciousxtainted @dragcnboy @impisherium so many people
nicknames: Joey/Jiaolong/Xiao Bai (Yi)
zodiac: Cancer
height: 167cm / 5 ft 6
time: 11:23
favourite band / artist: Hawkwind
song stuck in my head: currently it’s Starman by David Bowie (it was on an advert)
last movie i saw: How The Grinch Stole Christmas
last thing i googled: Brief als Vertretungsniederlegung
other blogs: @puddlcs (Hufflepuff OC - please let me know if you’d like to interact with him because he gets no attention!) @theelvenscholar (Erestor from Tolkien)
do i get asks: yes a lot
why did i choose this username: I mean on the outside it’s Half Blood Prince + Patronus, but I like to think of Severus as princely because it had the regal bearing he would like to encompass. I also picked doe because yes, while I get it represented Lily, I feel like he is a doe. He’s feminine and this embraces it. Also I couldn’t really think of anything and it felt pretty.
following: 503
average amount of sleep: 5 hours
what i’m wearing: Casual friday and I’m going out for dinner after so I’m wearing casual trousers and a christmas jumper
dream job: I’d like to be a few things. I would love to be someone that creates fictional languages like David Joshua Peterson. I would also like to be a voice actor, but I feel that HRT has stopped that.
dream trip: I would like to travel down the silk road.
favourite food: potatoes
play any instruments: I played guitar when I was a teenager but I can’t remember all that much
eye colour: brown
hair colour: also brown
languages you speak: English, Chinese, German, Spanish, Portuguese, BSL
most iconic song: Minnie the Moocher by Cab Calloway
random fact: I have a certificate confirming that I do not have leprosy.
describe yourself as aesthetic things: black coffee, overflowing folders of work, cannabis smoke, pajamas with holes in them, white cat, stripey dad jumpers
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multimuse meme
( 12 MUSES. ) Tim Jewkes // Narcissa Malfoy // Credence Babrebone // Severus Snape // Gellert Grindelwald // Percival Graves // Patrick O’Brennan // Wendelin Windblown // Peter Pettigrew // Braith Jigger // Helga Hufflepuff // Leandra Zabini
⚔ which muse is the most likely to go to jail/prison Grindelwald
☠ which muse is The Worst™ Grindelwad
👅 which muse is the kinkiest ... Grindelwald. (I swear I do have other muses)
💑 who would make the best couple of two of your muses together Snape x ‘Cissa or at least, I ship them the hardest.
💔 who would be the worst couple of two of your muses together Percival x Gellert
👑 which muse is most likely to take over the world Gellert
👎 which muse secretly (or not so secretly) loves terrible movies Peter
😍 which muse is the biggest heart breaker Patrick, or maybe Percy - although unintentionally
💎 which muse is the biggest drama queen Narcissa
🍒 which muse is the most innocent Credence
🎭 which muse is the easiest to write It varies.
🌛 which muse is the biggest dreamer Wendelin
🐢 which muse always runs late Tim
🌉 which muse is most consumed by wanderlust Tim
🏠 which muse is a happy homebody Braith
👛 which muse is the most frugal Severus
👠 which muse loves shopping sprees Narcissa
🎉 which muse loves planning parties Narcissa
💕 which muse falls in love too easily Credence
👍 which muse would you most likely get along with Hegla
🔪 which muse would you most likely be enemies with Quite a few of them - Narcissa, Snape, Peter, Gellert.
🍕 which muse is a terrible cook Braith
😔 which muse is the biggest spoilsport Percival
💘 which muse have you written the longest Oh uhm. Unsure. Maaaybe Snape?
💪 which muse is a health nut Leandra
🐷 which muse is most likely to win a pie eating contest Peter
🎨 which muse is the most artistic Braith
🍁 which is the most introverted and/or extroverted?
INTROVERTED: Credence
EXTROVERTED: Patrick
tagging: I am gonna try ‘n’ tag every multimuse I know of but if I somehow miss u bc holy fuck I actually follow a lot of other multimuse blogs I apologise ‘n’ please feel free to act like I tagged u. Also apologies to any non-mutuals who get caught up in this and are like ‘ew y u tag me eh??’’ @shrinemade @goddamnmuses @xmusiisms @fogmade @veritasmaleficarum @veniials @museofrequirement @vehuhia @thefvrious @somewhat-managed-mischief@sourcecfmagic @fightingsouls @zimzabarimbim @baddeciisiions @unfcrtunatesculs @thelxckyones @anirishman @tenacitiies @perdiditpuerorumposts @teaspoonisms @apareciumuses @slytherinsthelotofthem @f1ghtlikeagirl @ourpyrrhicvictory @soitos @hellathan @protcgo @jestersmuses @pcnurnbra
tagged by: Stolen from @mcgicbox 😈
#⌜✍🏻⌟timberly headcanon⌜📖⌟#⌜👪⌟narcissa headcanon⌜🐍⌟#⌜💔⌟credence headcanon⌜😭⌟#⌜⚗️⌟severus headcanon⌜🦇⌟#⌜⛓⌟percival headcanon⌜🦂⌟#⌜👊⌟patrick headcanon⌜🍆⌟#⌜⛓⌟Percival Headcanon⌜🦂⌟#⌜🍍⌟gellert headcanon⌜🎭⌟#⌜🔥⌟wendelin headcanon⌜🎇⌟#⌜🐣⌟braith headcanon⌜💥⌟#⌜👰🏾⌟leandra headcanon⌜🕷⌟#⌜🍯⌟Helga Headcanon⌜⚖️⌟
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Let me be me || Closed rp with vehuhia
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“Daddy? When’s uncle Newt coming off the boat?” Cassie looked up at him, her big green eyes filled with wonder and excitement at seeing her uncle again. It was so strange to see someone who looked so much like him, to see his daughter standing next to him. Holding his hand as they waited for the boat to dock and unload.
“Any minute, darling. Just be patient.” He gently ran a hand through her hair, letting her press close to his leg. A lot of people were gathered on the docks, waiting for the steam liner from America to arrive. It wasn’t packed, but it was busy and he didn’t want Cassie to get lost in the chaos. “Just stay close, alright?”
“It’s so big…” Cassie looked at the enormous vessel with wide eyes, jumping up and down as they lowered the walking board and people started coming off. The docks filled with more people, bumping into them here and there. But nothing Theseus couldn’t fend off himself, he made himself broader, protecting Cassie while keeping an eye out for his brother. With his 6’0 feet, he was taller than most everyone around him and it was easy for him to spot people in a crowd.
Still, he hadn’t seen this guy coming. Someone bumped into him and he instinctively reached out to grab said person. Frowning as he felt a spark of magical energy release from the man’s form. He could sense something was wrong, he wasn’t sure what it was but he knew it wasn’t good. So he made the quick judgement to offer his help. “Are you alright? Do you need help?”
Cassie caught on. “We can help, mister. My daddy fixes anything!”
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@vehuhia this is what happens in my house at midnight when I have access to dogs, musical instruments, and too much chocolate
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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
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For the prompt game: 25 with real!Graves and Credence. Go Maggie! ♡
My nightmares are usually about losing you.
A certain Auror par excellence had never truly anticipated such an event to occur, something that his vast magical powers and experience could never even hope to face in fiery battle, a task and deed so tiring and so atrocious that many brave bards had often proclaimed defeat. Telling Credence bedtime stories was something only reserved for a great professional. Graves had wondered if there is some specific etiquette to be observed when bonding with problematic young adults. Graves gulped down some whiskey for additional insurance.
He commenced the following fairy tale for his little darling Credence:
Once upon a time, lord Morpheus saw it fit to play a poker game with a rather inebriated Dionysus. Morpheus mocked the realm of reality, so boring, no dreams, no twisted deranged madness of images and sounds. Offended, Dionysus pointed out that alcohol was definitely capable of achieving these lovely effects. And then Artemis came and shooed them away with a broom because they were making noise on her front lawn.
Credence raised a skeptical eyebrow and interrupted this rather ludicrous tale.
“Sir, something tells me that this is not part of the standard mythology.”
“So? I find it hilarious nonetheless.”
“It is not helping me fall sleep.”
”Oh, come now. Let me finish the story, and I shall bring you some hot chocolate, and all will be well, dear one. Here, I brought your plush niffler.”
“I don’t need a plush niffler, I am over 20.”
“You definitely need the niffler, it provides warmth and a feeling of softness. There you go. Now, where was I?”
“You were hacking mythological characters into impossible scenarios, sir.”
“Ah, yes, thank you. But I shall address a different point in the subject of your insomnia. This has been persisting for a few weeks, and you are becoming quite weak. Sleep deprivation is affecting your magic-casting and concentration as well, you cannot complete a single lesson I give you. Tonight we solve this problem. Truly. A single potion could fix it, but I want to hit the root of the problem.”
“I prefer the story.”
“I’m serious.”
“Ah…if only the lord of dreams Morpheus could fix it.”
“Perhaps…tell me, do you suffer of night terrors, my boy?”
Credence slightly flinched, but he attempted to conceal it. A few wayward shadows levitated near him, as a sign of emotional pressure accumulating within, and Graves definitely caught this and deduced that there must be nightmares and trauma keeping the boy from a peaceful slumber. Graves came closer, caressing the lad’s hair, gently massaging the scalp, tracing circles. He embraced his sweet darling.
Planting soft kisses along the column of Credence’s neck, Graves held his dear treasure even closer, humming with content and practically purring with delight. Graves adored the scent of his love, the velvety skin, laughter and jokes. Credence was transforming into a magnificent young wizard, so curious and witty, magic feeling so natural to him. Graves had gathered thousands of alchemy volumes for Credence, a plethora of astronomy textbooks, mathematics charts, everything to please the needs of his smart sweetums that swooned upon seeing the movement of the stars.
Graves placed his head on Credence’s shoulder, making soft “shhhh” sounds to soothe his insomniac lad, bringing a soft blanket around them. Graves whispered:
“What nightmares trouble you, my love?”
“I…my nightmares are usually about losing you…in so many ways. You either disappear, or get taken away, or are lost from me forever.”
“Credence, my Credence, you’re stuck with me, you are not going to lose me.”
“You cannot guarantee that.”
“I swear upon this plush niffler.”
Credence couldn’t help but laugh at that, and then laughed even more when Graves made a surprise tickle attack; the two lovers played and amused themselves with great enthusiasm, before both of them entered into the tranquil slumbering kingdom of dreams, napping blissfully, and somewhere, in a far away realm, Morpheus was chuckling at his own success.
There you go :3 :3
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Thank you for your kind words
Hello friends!
I just wanted to thank everyone for their kind words at the passing of my puppers. It was sad, but this morning I donated all Jake’s old stuff to the local animal shelter and they were so so happy. Nice dog beds, reusable dog diapers (washed and cleaned obvious) a pleathora of dog bowls and wet dog food. So thanks in particular to @alicila @marlonbookcase @foolofgold @janzenillustration @iambittythings @vehuhia @boldlywhoa for your super kinds words. :)
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★★★★★ YO! Five star blog. Send this to those who you think are not only quality in character but beautiful and quality out of character too.
So instead of posting each one I received in my ask box, I decided to do this. First off, thank you to everyone who sent me one/tagged me. You’re all amazing. I really wish I could tag everyone in this, and there is always a chance I will miss someone. But just know that you are all amazing people, both IC and OOC. I love interacting and chatting with each and every one of you, even if you’re not tagged. You’re all beautiful and I’m so lucky to have you and your patience <3
@loveisforchildren-percivalgraves, @magicalmusesandwheretofindthem, @bittenasachild-remus, @was-wicked, @scharfezunge, @headmasterofhogwarts, @gallertgrindelwald, @aurorofconfidence, @greatergoodfolly, @allforthegreatergood, @nicholas-wolfwood, @folgtmir-odersterbt, @implicatedbyprophecy, @obscuredbones, @jonathancrane2011, @therevcnant, @ofvallianceandvillainy, @nuntiusdiaboli, @wemadeemcocoa, @vehuhia-rp, @yoursaviourhasarrived, @fcntcsticmuses, @hannah-the-small, @dontsaysalamander, @persimmonsofsilver, @directorofmagicalsecuritymacusa, @magicalxwarriors
I probably missed people, and I know some I tagged we haven’t talked/rped in a while. But you’re all still on my mind and I admire you all, even from afar <3
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