Pureblood Boys Do It Better

Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backward.

[broomstickboy]

ツ

[broomstickboy]

♥ tbh, I dunno why but the idea of these two interacting is making me giggle

Yes this actually absolutely must happen

[broomstickboy]

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[broomstickboy]

Send me a ツ to see a tweet my muse would post/make about yours

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The Starter/Connections Meme!

Let’s cut to the chase. I wanna RP. You wanna RP. Let’s do it. Don’t be shy. Send in one or more of the following symbols to my ask:

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[supersecretsquirrelsin-deactiva]

flaws/strengths - bold which applies to your character

[broomstickboy]

Forceful | Fearful | Enthusiastic | Obstructive | Spontaneous | Pushy | Trustworthy | Loose-tongued | Respectful | Mistrustful | Tolerant | Undisciplined | Observant | Sloppy | Optimistic | Rude | Caring | Contemptuous | Generous | Short-sighted | Practical | Passive | Considerate | Aggressive | Self-assured | Bossy | Inspiring | Chaotic | Adventurous | Cynical | Lively | Blunt | Persuasive | Stand-offish | Serious | Vague | Idealistic | Inflexible | Warm | Moody | Humorous | Indifferent | Friendly | Intolerant | Determined | Wasteful | Patient | Stubborn | Orderly | Reckless | Disciplined | Inhibited | Ambitious | Naive | Dedicated | Greedy | Flexible | Fanatical | Logical | Dull | Open | Arrogant | Accurate | Lazy | Independent | Selfish | Intelligent | Complaining | Tactful | Impatient | Hard | Honest | Shallow | Straightforward | Strict | Appreciative | Shy | Versatile | Prejudiced 

[broomstickboy]

sure ur a good wizard but i bet u cant dance lol

Suck it, muggle.

-Draco

[sicariuside-deactivated20150906]

The Domino Effect ; broomstickboy

        「The beryl assassin contemplated the piles of volumes in the bookstore, narrow digits leafing through the novels with dampened interest. Nagisa hadn’t wandered into the marginally upscale outlet with any real ambition, but perhaps with the hope that something would be able to grab his interest; however, nothing he had picked out garnered his attention just yet.

Putting The Psychology of Killing back on the shelf, the boy scratches his head, muttering to himself. “Nothing here, huh…”」

        「This new life just didn’t feel right to the boy. A daily life of murder and studying, with the occasional event seemed to fit him best, but one shift in scenery, being brought to this city, disrupted - no, killed - his routine. Much like an unsolvable jigsaw puzzle, nothing seemed to fall into place.

This store was no exception, as he turned a corner and ran into someone, knocking the books they were holding out of their hands. He quickly leaned down to help the other retrieve their books, surprise entering his tone.

“S-sorry! I didn’t see you there…”」

[broomstickboy]

Gazing down his nose at the obstruction kneeling ahead, Draco decided that this place was definitely not one he intended to remain in longer than absolutely necessary. In fact, he had been so distracted by his unfounded hatred for everyone occupying Hive City that he had allowed one of them to catch him off guard. And said boy was definitely not one who could do so easily; I mean, blue hair? Pigtails? He was an aesthetic nightmare. 

“Is there a reason you’re scrambling around like a complete imbecile?” Malfoy hissed, leaning down to scoop his books up. “Or is that just something that comes naturally? Let go!” He snatched the texts out of Bluenette’s grasping fingers and pushed him backwards as a sign of dominance, a habit he’d developed during his early years at Hogwarts. This wasn’t a very well thought out plan, however, as his victim stumbled back and crashed into one of the many freestanding bookcases.

[broomstickboy]

[broomstickboy]

carnivoracious

When Draco Malfoy exited his apartment that afternoon, he had no intentions of interacting with anybody. He was in one of those seemingly everlasting brooding moods, so social encounters were very low on his ‘to-do list’. Which is why he got pretty pissed off when he knocked into his new neighbor, despite the fact that one generally should feel embarrassed in such situations.

“Hey, watch where you’re-”

Wait... Were those... horns?! The girl he had just so rudely bumped exuded a terrifying aura, which was enough to make Draco stop in his tracks and even back up a few steps. She was halfway out the door of apartment X-3, too, meaning he’d more than likely be seeing her often. “Uh, that your apartment?” He clumsily amended. “Looks like we’re neighbors. My name is Draco. Malfoy.”

[broomstickboy]

fearlngs​

Draco awoke sweaty and gasping for breath, constricting his sheets around him like a mere child afraid of the dark. It had been ages since he’d had such awful nightmares- Voldemort’s pale face floated in and out of his vision as he desperately attempted to quell the terror bubbling in his chest. “It’s not real! It’s not real!” He chanted in a harsh whisper.

Slender fingers fished instinctually for his wand, but then he remembered that it hardly functioned in this god forsaken city. Malfoy reached instead for the lamp switch, praying that the light would have some effect-

He screamed. It was high-pitched and not in the least bit flattering, but completely founded. There was some sort of creature in his apartment. Standing on the other side of his room, now illuminated by the lamp, looking every bit as pale as Voldemort himself. “Who- What the hell are you?”

...or was he still dreaming?

[fl1p7un45-blog]

broomstickboy

[fl1p7un45-blog]

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You sure were in a mood today. You were just taking out your frustrations on the closest one nearby. No hard feelings, right? 

[broomstickboy]

Yes, hard feelings. Feelings harder than obsidian. Draco was never one to back down from a fight, particularly one this childish. You could say these were his specialty- well, he would, at least.

“I’ll have you know I could use this stick to annihilate you completely,” he snapped, rounding on the mustardy guy. “Who are you to judge based on age? You’re wearing a 3D lens helmet with candy corn taped to it for Merlin’s sake! And it’s been months since Hallowe’en so they’re probably stale, too!” Okay, not one of his strongest comebacks. But it would do for now.

“#Ew.”

Trying to mimic the hashtag thing wasn’t as successful.

[broomstickboy]

curatix

The best way for a shopaholic to relieve stress was to shop, so it was no surprise that Draco could be found at the city’s behemoth of a store complex that evening. It was pouring outside, and all he wanted was a calm night filled with nothing but clothing racks and Starbucks.

But of course, there were complications. By some cruel twist of fate, the Malfoy heir was forced to use the directory. This mall was an unfamiliar and completely novel setting in his case- he had no idea where any of the stores he liked were located. And finding them was becoming an increasingly pressing issue seeing as he was surrounded entirely by Hot Topics and Urban Outfitters. Disgusting.

The worst part, though, was that he couldn’t actually see the directory. His line of vision was obscured by a small blonde with what seemed to be a penchant for standing less than a foot away from maps. She had her nose to the damn thing, completely blocking it. Draco cleared his throat. “Excuse me,” he hedged as politely as he could muster, though his slightly irritated tone still betrayed him. “You’re in the way.”

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

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[showmcwhattodo]

Let's play a game. Go to Google images and type your muse’s first name + the word "meme" and reblog with the best meme that appears.

[broomstickboy]

[broomstickboy]

[[ lms and ill write a starter for you ,, literally anyone any genre any length im just bored u feel?

[broomstickboy]

Draco had ten fingers and more problems than he could count on them. This... abduction certainly had not been on the list of things he needed, let alone expected. And it was NOT rectifying his mercurial mood in least, either.

He wanted to slam a door, but the building’s damn exit was sliding, so he settled for storming through it so fast his shoulder harshly nicked the frame. He wasn’t a fucking rodent. Not a ferret, and definitely not a lab rat for some pug-faced scientists with a god complex. “What a bunch of PRATS.” The Malfoy heir hissed to no one in particular. “My father-” He had to catch the words in his throat. ...is in Azkaban, apparently another universe, and also a prat himself. Swearing, he shoved a hand into the pocket that held his wand and scrutinized the sprawling map of city streets and skyscrapers now surrounding. Merlin, what had he gotten himself into?

And they’d given him a little shack, as if he should be grateful for the gift. He’d just bought a lovely little loft in Rome, for shit’s sake. Though, he supposed, there was no going back. Running a slender hand through his hair, he advanced slightly further down the sidewalk- but then froze abruptly as if he had been petrified. 

Oh, FUCK. 

Draco tore the wand from his pocket, gripping it so tightly that his knuckles bled white. It felt wrong. It was so discordant with his energy that he almost felt disconnected from the thing entirely. What the fuck had they done to it?! Could he even cast spells?

Only one way to find out. Desperately, frantically, he jerked it in the direction of the nearest object, which happened to be an unlucky passerby. “Wingardium Leviosa!”

Nothing happened. Draco felt his heart drop into the bottoms of his five hundred dollar Salvatores.