PSA

Because April 1st is coming up, I feel the need to mention that my blog will not contain “screamers” of any sort. No pound noises unexpected, no “flashers”, no “jump scares”; none of that nonsense

The cute and beyond

“He’ll die without me. Is that what you want?” Gellert inquired. “You know he’s dying. He tries to conceal it, but every day he weakens. I’m the only one who can help him. He’s fading before your eyes, and denying it will not save him.”

She had seen it. Felt it even. Every day his mind grew weaker. While he had been yelling in the beginning his minds voice was just a whisper now. Queenie knew it wouldn’t last like this. But the last thing she wanted was for Grindelwald to take him. “No… I… We can help him! We can find a way…” Newt had taken an obscurus out before. They could be sucesfull this time. They could fix it. Help Credence. “All you will do will end up turning him dark. He does not deserve that!” Her eyes darkened once more as she glared up at him. “He needs to be loved, not used.”

“I will love him dearly, I can assure you.” he said with a perverse smile spreading over his face. He wondered what more beautiful site the world could bestow on him than that boy’s pale thighs spread for him.

“He’s a very sensitive case. If you try to help him, it will only make him more unstable and bring him closer to death. Tell me… Why do you care for him? Is it because you pity him?”

His mind was a difficult one to read. She could not get any images or words but the sudden perverse lust that clouded her minds senses for a moment almost caused her to gag. She had seen things no woman should ever see and had dealt with it. But this was about Credence. This was about her sweet boy.

"I do not pity him. I love him." She did. The witch loved him as a mother would love a child. He had had a terrible life, but hers had not been easy either. So she did not pity him. Instead she opened her arms and offered him a brighter future. No. Queenie understood him. To have a power you can't control, nobody to guide you. She understood.

"And what will you do to him?" Digust was evident on her face as her hands twisted into fists, which only resulted in tightening her bonds. "Will you rape him? Use him for your own pleasure? Take and leave him." She shook her head as the words escaped her lips in a snappy tone. "You are a taker, mr Grindelwald. Credence needs a giver."

“He’ll die without me. Is that what you want?” Gellert inquired. “You know he’s dying. He tries to conceal it, but every day he weakens. I’m the only one who can help him. He’s fading before your eyes, and denying it will not save him.”

She had seen it. Felt it even. Every day his mind grew weaker. While he had been yelling in the beginning his minds voice was just a whisper now. Queenie knew it wouldn't last like this. But the last thing she wanted was for Grindelwald to take him. "No... I... We can help him! We can find a way..." Newt had taken an obscurus out before. They could be sucesfull this time. They could fix it. Help Credence. "All you will do will end up turning him dark. He does not deserve that!" Her eyes darkened once more as she glared up at him. "He needs to be loved, not used."

A situation [open rp]

“Oh I’m not sure about this.” Her fingers lightly played with her wand as she struggled to get out of the current situation. “Maybe something else would be better?”

Abernathy frowned,scratching his backhead as he looked at the cloths he gave her “Well..I mean..it does..look good…on you” he tried to concentrate on her face “I can try find something else for you?If you don’t feel comfortable in them?”

One of her hands ran down the slip trying to smoothen the fabric. “Ah… no it’s not that. Just… isn’t it too much?” Leaning againdt the doorway she raised an arm over her head allowing the light fabric to accentuate her curves.

Abernathy looked at her beautiful curves,trying to think,but his brain just stopped working properly “Well I mean….it is a bit to much..but it looks really beautiful on you” he leaned back,trying to distract himself slightly

A sly smile crossed her lips as she noticed how distracted he was. “It might look better on the floor…”

Abernathy’s eyes opened wide,trying to have eyecontact off “I..uh..m……….I don’t..know if it’s inappropriate to..do that infront of a man…..like me”

“Like you?” A sweet bubbly laugh escaped her as she lowered her arm again. “Oh honey, there’s no reason to worry.” Turning she began to make her way to the bedroom, allowing the light sleeping coat to slide off of her shoulders and on to the floor. “You comin?” She looked over her shoulder at him with a sweet smile before dissapearing into the bedroom.

Abernathy turned his gaze to the bedroom,swallowing.Did ..Queenie really call me over to her bedroom?Am I dreaming??He thought,he got nervous over this,what if he does something wrong,the door was right there,he could just leave..but why let the opportunity go off…he stood there for barely a minute,befor walking over to her bedroom “I…I don’t know,Queenie…”

There was a small changing screen in the room where Queenie hid behind. The lamp behind it caused a shadow of her figure to be seen through the screen. Running her hands through her hair and up she raised her arms up above her head allowing her hands to come up above the screen. “Is something wrong?” Leaning over she peeked at him from the side of the screen. “Isn’t this what you wanted for so long?”

Abernathy got even more nervous,looking at her shadowy body,he looked up to her,standing there all awkward.“I..no no there is nothing wrong..it’s just…I..never imagined this would really happen right now..” he swallowed,his face starting to get slightly red.

The blush caused a warm and bright smile to cross her lips. "I can stop if you like." With a soft wave of her hand her robe flew in from the other room into her outstretched hand.

Songstress [closed RP]

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Queenie was a brilliant entertainer. Anyone could see that. She held the stage with warmth and charm, which made her voice seem all the more beautiful. She was a vision, a reminder for all that there was more to life than just work, more than the bitterly cold rain pelting down outside, more than heartbreak, more than just the passing of time. 

While Graves was rarely one to go and appreciate any sort of musical performance in person, he still loved music. It was usually something he experienced in private, alone in his darkened apartment, playing haunting melodies on a piano that only one of his neighbors could even hear. He never went out to the theatre or to dance halls – although he knew how to dance – and he never made a point of sticking around to indulge in something beautiful when there were other people around. Church had always been the sole exception, and that was because each mass was about more than the music. But to stand here and watch Queenie sing? It felt magical. Maybe it was just because he knew who she was, or maybe it was because of his deep fondness for her sister, but Queenie stole his thoughts away. 

When her number ended, Graves didn’t applaud. Not because he hadn’t enjoyed it, but because he was still allowing himself to be lost in the moment, because he wanted to feel and hear the cheers she was given, to experience it without any distraction. Eventually, he sat back down to enjoy the rest of the show. With a drink barely touched in his hand and the glittering stage lights reflecting in his eyes, Percival looked as if he’d been struck immobile. He didn’t once look away from her. He didn’t smile. He didn’t clap. The only thing that gave away his enjoyment was the absolutely undeniable warmth in his dark eyes. There, everything could be seen. 

When Queenie’s show was over, Graves finished his drink and stood to leave, wanting to escape while the crowd was still shifting around. If he stayed, he’d only be staying because he wanted to talk to her, but Graves knew that his stern demeanor could be the death of any party. Choosing to spare this festive group from having to put up with him – and to permit them to relax without the presence of the country’s chief magical law enforcement officer there – he headed for the door.

She had felt his eyes on her the entire time she sang. He didn't look away, even as she turned to allow another song to start. Perhaps that had been what made her want to see him. No matter what she did her eyes kept being drawn back to his figure. It felt strangely empowering to know that the most powerful wizard she knew could not look away from her. With a soft note she ended her performance allowing the lights to softly die around her. While the stage was hidden in darkness the witch made her way down towards the older man. She would not let him get away so easily. Not without talking to him. The crowd pushed back against her, halting her progress to him. Pursing her lips the blonde lightly raised a hand so he would see her among the crowd and called out to him. "Mister Graves!" That was all he was to her. A mister, a colleague. No not even that. He wasn't her colleague, he was Tina's superior. Which made him her superior as well. When he stopped Queenie finally managed to push through the crowd. Stopping in front of him her hands smoothed out her dress before a bright smile settled on her lips. "Leaving so soon?"

A situation [open rp]

“Oh I’m not sure about this.” Her fingers lightly played with her wand as she struggled to get out of the current situation. “Maybe something else would be better?”

Abernathy frowned,scratching his backhead as he looked at the cloths he gave her “Well..I mean..it does..look good…on you” he tried to concentrate on her face “I can try find something else for you?If you don’t feel comfortable in them?”

One of her hands ran down the slip trying to smoothen the fabric. “Ah… no it’s not that. Just… isn’t it too much?” Leaning againdt the doorway she raised an arm over her head allowing the light fabric to accentuate her curves.

Abernathy looked at her beautiful curves,trying to think,but his brain just stopped working properly “Well I mean….it is a bit to much..but it looks really beautiful on you” he leaned back,trying to distract himself slightly

A sly smile crossed her lips as she noticed how distracted he was. “It might look better on the floor…”

Abernathy’s eyes opened wide,trying to have eyecontact off “I..uh..m……….I don’t..know if it’s inappropriate to..do that infront of a man…..like me”

“Like you?” A sweet bubbly laugh escaped her as she lowered her arm again. “Oh honey, there’s no reason to worry.” Turning she began to make her way to the bedroom, allowing the light sleeping coat to slide off of her shoulders and on to the floor. “You comin?” She looked over her shoulder at him with a sweet smile before dissapearing into the bedroom.

Abernathy turned his gaze to the bedroom,swallowing.Did ..Queenie really call me over to her bedroom?Am I dreaming??He thought,he got nervous over this,what if he does something wrong,the door was right there,he could just leave..but why let the opportunity go off…he stood there for barely a minute,befor walking over to her bedroom “I…I don’t know,Queenie…”

There was a small changing screen in the room where Queenie hid behind. The lamp behind it caused a shadow of her figure to be seen through the screen. Running her hands through her hair and up she raised her arms up above her head allowing her hands to come up above the screen. "Is something wrong?" Leaning over she peeked at him from the side of the screen. "Isn't this what you wanted for so long?"

Ilvermorny School Song Deleted Scene

Released for the celebration of Harry Potter at Universal Studios: Orlando

A situation [open rp]

“Oh I’m not sure about this.” Her fingers lightly played with her wand as she struggled to get out of the current situation. “Maybe something else would be better?”

Abernathy frowned,scratching his backhead as he looked at the cloths he gave her “Well..I mean..it does..look good…on you” he tried to concentrate on her face “I can try find something else for you?If you don’t feel comfortable in them?”

One of her hands ran down the slip trying to smoothen the fabric. “Ah… no it’s not that. Just… isn’t it too much?” Leaning againdt the doorway she raised an arm over her head allowing the light fabric to accentuate her curves.

Abernathy looked at her beautiful curves,trying to think,but his brain just stopped working properly “Well I mean….it is a bit to much..but it looks really beautiful on you” he leaned back,trying to distract himself slightly

A sly smile crossed her lips as she noticed how distracted he was. “It might look better on the floor…”

Abernathy’s eyes opened wide,trying to have eyecontact off “I..uh..m……….I don’t..know if it’s inappropriate to..do that infront of a man…..like me”

"Like you?" A sweet bubbly laugh escaped her as she lowered her arm again. "Oh honey, there's no reason to worry." Turning she began to make her way to the bedroom, allowing the light sleeping coat to slide off of her shoulders and on to the floor. "You comin?" She looked over her shoulder at him with a sweet smile before dissapearing into the bedroom.

A situation [open rp]

“Oh I’m not sure about this.” Her fingers lightly played with her wand as she struggled to get out of the current situation. “Maybe something else would be better?”

Abernathy frowned,scratching his backhead as he looked at the cloths he gave her “Well..I mean..it does..look good…on you” he tried to concentrate on her face “I can try find something else for you?If you don’t feel comfortable in them?”

One of her hands ran down the slip trying to smoothen the fabric. “Ah… no it’s not that. Just… isn’t it too much?” Leaning againdt the doorway she raised an arm over her head allowing the light fabric to accentuate her curves.

Abernathy looked at her beautiful curves,trying to think,but his brain just stopped working properly “Well I mean….it is a bit to much..but it looks really beautiful on you” he leaned back,trying to distract himself slightly

A sly smile crossed her lips as she noticed how distracted he was. "It might look better on the floor..."

A situation [open rp]

“Oh I’m not sure about this.” Her fingers lightly played with her wand as she struggled to get out of the current situation. “Maybe something else would be better?”

Abernathy frowned,scratching his backhead as he looked at the cloths he gave her “Well..I mean..it does..look good…on you” he tried to concentrate on her face “I can try find something else for you?If you don’t feel comfortable in them?”

One of her hands ran down the slip trying to smoothen the fabric. "Ah... no it's not that. Just... isn't it too much?" Leaning againdt the doorway she raised an arm over her head allowing the light fabric to accentuate her curves.