witches gonna die

okay because im genuinely curious, can you tell me ( anon or not ) what my reputation is in the rp community? this encompasses what my reputation is in my fandom, as well as/or my reputation in the community as a whole. can be positive or negative, for constructive criticism is HIGHLY appreciated, just as compliments are. pls and thank u.

        Never in his life would he have thought that he would be meeting Modesty’s mother, let alone arguing with her to try to prove a point. It was like trying to make a point to a brick wall, honestly, and he was getting irritated with every word she spoke. It’s not long before he goes off on her. “Well when the fuck were you raised, the sixteenth century?”         She reaches for Modesty, her lips pressed together so tightly, Eliot is certain that her face is going to turn inside out on itself. He laughs and takes a step forward, shaking his head. “No, I… I think it’s better if she didn’t go with such a… how do I put it? Wrinkled prune with a stick up her ass? Sounds …fairly accurate.”        Her mother scoffs, stepping up to Eliot insistantly, telling him that she has family things to attend to. Going on about how she needs a family. He hears Modesty whisper something, and he leans down, a sign for her to repeat herself.         You are family. He grins widely and looks at the girl, nodding before standing back up to face her mother a final time. “Yes.. Absolutely right. She has family. With us. Come on Modesty, we have family things to attend to.” He turns around, not listening to her mother shouting back at them. Instead he just tries to guide Modesty away without another word, a grin of confidence on his face.

Percival Graves

       “ Modesty please go back to your room – ” He can hear Eliot and Margo muffling their laughter, the conversation meant for THEIR ears only. Not the eight year old sleeping on the floor of his bedroom.

trauma