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{ ASK_RECEIVED! } { @jonathancrane-scarecrows } Dimitri was always careful when it came time to feed. He didn't do it often as well, it did cause suspicion. He was killing someone, eating them. Raw meat helped, but for so long. That's why he decided to only attack and eat those that deserved to die: rapists, killers, just the bad people of the world. Luring the man outback it had been easy using his voice against him. His voice was a weapon against humans. Once they hear his melody they were in a trance and they were under his spell. Dimitris eyes glowed in the dark, his teeth elongated and his nails became claw like as he attacks ripping the mans throat out. The man wasn’t fighting back the trance, holding him firmly, but he does sink down to the floor. Dimitri rips his shirt open to get to his stomach. He should have been more aware of his surroundings. • Percival’s boots landed against the stone ground in a rhythmic beat, recently he had caught word of a deranged killer--a murderer who gutted wizards and muggles alike. Of course, the only reason why he was considering getting involved was due to how elusive this person was. ---That is, if this really was caused by a person. He wasn’t sent on any mission, not as of yet. After all, he was the Director of Magical Security. Percival liked to take a brief dip of time to research as much as he could about his targets nowadays, ever since the incident he had prior with Grindelwald. Which changed everything. The Director froze when he heard a noise, simply on his way back home from a late shift at MACUSA headquarters. The sound was hideous, ripping, tearing. Sounds of meat being torn apart. He slipped his wand out of his pants pocket slowly, edging forwards in a trained attack position in case something lunged at him from the darkness. Seeing the glowing eyes in the blanket of night before him, he used Lumos at the tip of his wand. Illuminating the scene. What was shown before him was nothing short of grotesque, a BEAST tearing open the shirt of a man to feast upon his stomach. A torn throat that was made to tatters. Surely whoever this victim was..was far from alive. Sure, when Percival had done his digging on the victims he was able to identify, it was certain that the people who were murdered were not innocent beings. Nonetheless, this horrified him. The urge to vomit rose from his gut, swallowing and pushing it back down through his body. Putting on a stern face, he pointed the wand at the ??man?? before him. A stern, but very subtly panicked, expression plastered on his face. “You are under arrest for serial murder of wizarding and muggle kind of the first degree, drop the body and raise your hands above your head.” His ebony wand firm in front of him, not wavering for a second. “NOW!” He bellowed. “Or I will be required to use force if necessary.” •
{ CONTINUED_FROM } { HERE } { @rangers-are-cool } Fred… wasn’t one for poking conversations with his magic, as strange as that sounded, in front of people. But in this particular situation, he wanted to make sure that this was actually the Director. And not a certain Dark Wizard pretending to be him. He deliberately kept his thoughts away from the fact that one Tom Marvolo Riddle was nothing but a kid at the moment. It just wasn’t worth making his growing headache worse by thinking about that specific clusterfuck of a mess. That was the Headmast- no Transfiguration teacher’s mess to sort out. A tired huff of laughter escaped at being called ‘time traveller’ by the older American. “Not like I actually planned this wayward trip.” The redhead answered, before giving the quill a glance. “Ah… I can give you my most recent American wand permit but I.. haven’t really used my wand since I was 15. I do pretty much everything wandlessly or I take the mundane route.” It took him a moment to find and put his MACUSA issued wand permit and British Ministry travel permit on the desk. Fred gave Percival a few minutes to take a look at the two documents and focused on stabilising his left knee with a blue first aid spell. Although he carried his vine and unicorn hair wand in a arm holster all the time, it was far easier to do spells without it. There wasn’t much else he could do until he saw a Healer and got his injuries seen to properly. “Getting thrown back in time is not something I would joke about, Director. I’ve seen the consequences of what happens when you mess with time and I have no desire to go through it myself.” There was a sharpness to his words that he had lacked until that moment, alongside a nearly cat like gaze. Then the gender-fluid man sighed and the sharpness faded, although the cat like eyes remained as the Panther paced near the surface. “ Apologies. Both my magic and my animagus form are on edge at the moment.” • “Oh really..?” The director raised a thickened brow, an obvious doubt crossing his features. “So, you want me to be convinced that you were zapped directly into my office..? My, that is quite the joke.” Actually receiving the wand permit itself was something else entirely, the sophisticated wizard going quiet at the ginger’s words while flipping around the permit. Eyes scanned each letter very carefully, hands lifting it near his face. It was an entirely different issued version of the MACUSA wand permit, instead the print was less cursive and more blocky. The paper was a crisp white, the ink a near impossible black. From what Percival could assume, this ink was used to make each word permanent and protected from altercations--unless confirmed and changed by a permit print at the MACUSA license directory. It was genius, only now coming into use--however---very little use as of currently. It was a wonder that this man could even use this sort of ink for his permit. Only difference was besides that, the newly reformed cards did not contain this kind of lettering. He flipped it to the back, eyes pinpointing the date. 1998. Curious.. The British Ministry travel permit was also entirely different. Maybe this really was a man from the future.. “These are..forward in date..” His eyes shot from the inked words to the man standing before him, Percival licked his lips and slid the two documents across the table to Fred. “As of now, I am legally not allowed to accept these. If anyone were to catch a wizard in my workplace with papers like these, I’d be fired.” He said sternly, folding his hands once more. “I understand that you really may be from the future that is printed on these..seemingly official..documents.In that case, I have no directory I can send you to in MACUSA to assist you with time traveling. Even as a director of my department, that might be beyond my paygrade.” Noticing the animagus peer from the eyes of Fred, his hands tightened for just a moment. Always slightly on edge due to the previous attacker who nearly ruined his life. “And so am I, Mr. Weasley.” He said dryly. •
"Dirty Secret"
• The violin music that soared throughout the room painted a picture of serenity, but also of a gothic undertone that had a feeling of melancholy to it. The music instantly came to decay in the air when the question was asked, evaporating to silence like a thin fog. The machine made a gentle clicking sound to announce it had stopped. Percival tightened his tie. "I like bondage." He said simply, parting his lips to elaborate on his words. "I quite enjoy seeing my partner laced with ribbon, tangled and bound in silk, smooth, fine quality rope. I cannot describe exactly what it is that I find so enjoyable about it, other than that it has this... arousing tone to it that I particularly have a liking to. Just the feeling of seeing them beneath me as I hover over them, all delighted and decorated before me. It sounds nearly absurd to say, though having them bound or restricted, even by magic--by their consent of course--is always an activity I look forward to." •
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"I.. think I might be in the wrong timeline."
/From Fred Weasley to Percival? - time travel disaster
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The wizard paused his scribbling quill, dark eyes raised from his parchment to see the red haired man–he seemed to pop out of nowhere, perhaps a new employee of sorts that lost his way. After being in his position for as long as he had–Percival had certainly been educated in the case of idiocrasy in his line of work.
Pursed lips parted once more to address him properly, hesitant due to the English accent he possessed. Usually only American wizards tended to take up positions at MACUSA, however, he brushed it aside.
“Timeline..?” His brows knitted in confusion, a chuckle slipping from his lips. The quill floating daintily had shot into one of the glass cabinets in his office, firmly slamming shut. “Is there a proper reason as to why you are bustling into my office..? I’m not entirely familiar with the concept of "time travelers”..though if you wish to waste my time, do as you so desire.“
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Alright. So maybe that wasn’t the brightest thing to say. But was that really a surprise? Fred was a little- no, more than a little, bit disorientated. He had been expecting to be well… dead. Not standing in a office in the American Ministry or in front of a wizard, who looked awfully like..
Percival Graves. The Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in MACUSA. The man who Gellert Grindelwald had assumed his identity.
Already pale from the unexpected trip through time, he shifted- and all remaining colour drained at the burning reminder of his injuries. “Then ask my magic for a reason. All I know is that one moment I was fighting to defend a group of students in Scotland in 1998 and the next, I’m here in your office.” He answered softly, keeping his weight off his left side.
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A wizard who indeed took great pride in his position, most likely long dead in Fred’s future–now sat before him here in this room he popped into. Glossed, polished, pristine, but the walls coated in cabinets covered with crystalline glass. Within containing magical objects of all sorts, quills, trophies.
Grindelwald was..a nuisance.
Which was an understatement to say the least.
The office serving as a time capsule with the man who in fact was brutally snatched by Gellert, a place where the world was once haunted by another being. Another dark wizard.
It seems as though history repeats itself.
Percival, hearing Fred’s response, smiled and folded his hands. “1998 is a long way in the future, time traveler. In which case..” Another quill zipped by his face and placed itself upon a short card of parchment. “I’ll have to record your name, and your wand registration. Since it is highly suspect to..” He paused. “..Pop into the future to my office. I will just need some sort of proof that this is not a charade you’re pulling.” He observed the man again with careful eyes, his shoes certainly weren’t high boots or any form of slacks. His coat over his shoulders seemed slightly ahead in manner, however anybody could craft an image such as this.
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(( Ooh, also another update is that I am starting Percival’s Carrd today! ))
(( Also I was wondering if you guys would like Sinday to be a thing on this blog. ( even though I know Sunday is nowhere near close, I just thought I’d ask since I’d like to do more events on this blog too spspsp ))
[ 🐺 ] does your muse have trouble relying on others? why or why not?
• “Yes, I do. I hate incompetent people. In this world, it is hard to survive on your own. It is natural for an individual to seek assistance. Now more than ever I find it hard to rely on anyone.” He gritted the back of his teeth, pushing back any disrespectful words he might have had to say. “I managed to get out of the hell-hole that was Gellert’s grimy hands on my own, trapped for days in what anyone could easily call--” Percival halted himself, taking in a deep breath to calm himself due to his rising tone. “I--..to answer your question best, I like to do things on my own.” •
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{ MEME } [ 🤪 ] what is your muse’s sense of humour like? are they known for being joking, or serious? • “Sense of humor? I sure hope you do not take me for a rock-hearted man who wastes away in an office all day, I assure you, it is quite the opposite. I can be a little more loose sometimes. Though keeping a good image keeps the cogs in MACUSA turning... ---I know a good joke..” He raised his finger, eyes flickering to regain the memory of how it was told. “Frogs wear what kind of shoes? Open toad sandals..” His lips upturned as he brought his steaming mug of coffee to his lips. Definitely too proud of himself. • [ 🪀 ] what was your muse’s childhood like? how did their upbringing affect them? • “Ah, yes, my childhood.” He released a fond laugh at the short wave of the past that hit his mind. “I remember Ilvermorny well, I loved it there. Some say Hogwarts is the best school in the wizarding world. I’d beg to differ and say that Ilvermorny is just as good. I was bright for my age, my parents were strict on me--in a way, that was best. I have learned to love structure for what it is.” “Though, I knew how to have fun. I stayed on top of my grades, while on the sidelines I’d be trying to see how far I could blast a rock across the river with my friends ---One of those rocks hit the head of a young lady.. That wasn’t fun.” He muffled his laughter into his mug once more. •
Curious anon for either mun and/or Percival: Thoughts on Credence Barebone?
(( Ah well how about both? ))
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I’m actually going to reveal that the first time I saw Credence, I really didn’t like his character. Which sounds harsh of me, though I still felt bad for everything he had to go through. I don’t particularly know why I disliked him? I think it was because he was very much used as a MacGuffin in the first movie, and really dislike that writing method for film nowadays since it is used quite a lot. Nonetheless, his character grew on me more for sure. I think he was at his best in the third film personally, even though he didn’t appear much since the movie was focused more on Dumbledore and Grindelwald’s relationship, along with building up the tension for the next film between the two. Anyway, I thought they used his abuse in the first film to define him too much? We never got a look into his personality other than how paranoid he was of building relationships with other people.
Though my opinion of him now is a lot more respect for his character, he’s evolved much in the third film and even his inclusion in the second film was much better than the first. ( even though the second film is least favorite out of the three ) Now, he has a grown on me a lot
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placed his hand on his own chin, tracing his finger along the tough flesh there. "I will admit that I never knew the boy as much as people may think, since the incident with Grindelwald, I had no idea that an obscurial was hiding in New York. My searches for Gellert were more important to me before---" He went silent, for a moment, swallowing. "My captivity." He continued. "He thought it was a splendid idea to steal my image from me, Grindelwald was the one who was seeking Credence and not I." His voice immediately was infected with a heavy edge as he spoke of the man.
"As for my opinion of the boy, nobody should have to go through any sort of actions that Grindelwald has saved for anyone. He has put himself in a terrible position, and that is my greatest sympathy for him. However, an obscurial is highly dangerous. The damage that he and Grindelwald has done so far is already devastating. I know naught of his past, but that does not excuse his outlash against civilians using his overwhelming..anger. I know what it is like to carry grief like that with you in some sense, but with power like that --comes great responsibility. I think he could be a very promising wizard if he can assuage the obscurus within him. Otherwise, I have read the papers and discovered that Newt has joined a band to best Gellert now that he has once more run rampant. I only hope Credence will choose what is right, other than that, I wish him the best. That is all."
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[ 🪁 ] does your muse have a special talent or hobby they devote themselves to? why is this talent or hobby important to them?
[ 🩰 ] is there a type of fashion your muse prefers, or do they not pay attention to their appearance at all?
[ 🍮 ] is your muse intelligent academically? do they have any other intelligences?
[ 🧀 ] is there something your muse can’t live down, no matter how hard they try? what is it? if not, is there something your muse has said or done that embarrasses them?
[ 🦋 ] does your muse have any unconventional interests? what are they?
[ 😈 ] does your muse like to prank others? do they do so often?
[ 👨🏫 ] how much does your muse care about image? how would they react if something personal got leaked about them?
[ 🔇 ] is your muse a pushover, or do they tend to stand up for themselves?
[ 🪀 ] what was your muse’s childhood like? how did their upbringing affect them?
[ 🐺 ] does your muse have trouble relying on others? why or why not?
[ 👶 ] is your muse good with kids, or do they prefer to avoid them?
[ 🍔 ] what is your muse’s favourite food? is there a reason why they like it so much?
[ 🏳️🌈 ] how does your muse’s sexuality and gender identity impact their life? do you have any specific headcanons about it?
[ ⚖️ ] how does your muse feel about their job? what’s their dream career?
[ 👻 ] does your muse have regrets? what are some of their deepest ones?
[ 👑 ] how conventionally attractive is your muse? are they confident in their appearance, or are they more insecure?
[ 📢 ] what does your muse’s voice sound like? is it high-pitched, or deep? is it nasal or set in their chest? describe it in as much detail as you can.
[ 🤸♂️ ] how flexible is your muse physically? can they perform acrobatics? are they good at yoga?
[ ⚽️ ] is your muse athletic? are there any sports they like playing?
[ 🌺 ] what is your muse’s relationship with their parents? are there specific things they like/dislike about them?
[ 👨🎤 ] would your muse define themselves as rebellious or by-the-book? what are they, actually?
[ ❄️ ] is there any special meaning behind your muse’s name? what is it?
[ 🎤 ] does your muse tend to date people who are supportive, or do they attract people who are more manipulative? why do you think that is?
[ 🧜♂️ ] is there anyone that isn’t part of your muse’s blood family that they consider family? what is their relationship with that person or those people like?
Have juvenile wizards ever been sent to MOCUSA? Let's say students on vacation who have committed misdemeanors and maybe some minor and harmless crimes - how do you usually react to such things? Disappointed because they are young or maybe nostalgic because they are having fun with life? What would you say to them?
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Percival
flicked his wand swiftly, an elastic band snapping around a folder and shooting it into his organized cabinet. The rain from outside of his office placing delicate pools on the glassy windows, pattering down to form on the outside of the windowsill. The pale light made his eyes take an almost onyx look, as if his hazels had faded to a stern diamond black.
"Most juvenile wizards who commit any unjustified acts are dealt with by our lower positions of aurors. They are only brought here into MACUSA if their crimes are major, the most common ones we observe that causes juveniles to be taken in is magic in front of No-Maj. Anything else could be thievery of important magical objects, such as ones that are cursed or any forms of dark magic used." He paused, standing up from his desk to scan through a file organizer. Stopping at the next section of the question, he cracked a rather harsh smirk. "Minor and harmless crimes are never a straight ticket to MACUSA, otherwise the Madame President would be dealing with many petty thieves and foolish grudges settled by a skirmish that caused too much damage. Our many aurors are there to handle those kinds of activities."
Flicking out a sheet, he let it float daintily over to his polished desktop. A fresh ink pot popping open. Sending the fragrant, slight led-like smell that reminds one of printed paper into the air. The mention of discipline and his own thoughts among the more inexperienced wizards gave a bit of light to his face. Reminding him of his own childhood. "I think we are all bound to bend the rules when we are kids, even break them. Wizards still in schooling and graduates still have their egos with them, having fun is their priority and they tend to push it to the breaking point. Such as spells around No-Maj. It is more common than you think. So disappointment is not exactly my response, just that there are limits to what is appropriate. Then again, enjoy youth and the freedom that comes with it to the fullest---responsibly."
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