dark hours

you care so much you feel as though you'll bleed to death from the pain of it.

[dcrkhrs]

chcrms‌: 

the frown upon the gryffindor’s face when he turns to face her brings jiwoo a wicked kind of joy. she was already succeeding at irritating him. “oh…you think of my opinions as gifts? awh, connor. that’s sweet.” she motions to place a hand over her heart as if she’s genuinely touched by his words, even though she’s well aware they’re full of sarcasm. 

her eyes did a quick sweep over the situation at hand that he was referring to. “you make it seem like i actively search for your presence. it’s not my fault you just happened to be nearby.” she knows it’s neither of their fault, and that it belonged to that damned poltergeist. how they ended up near each other when the castle grounds were widely vast? well, that was unfortunately strange. “besides, it’s been a while since we bonded.” bonded—yeah, that was the correct usage of the word. 

       XX.  ━━    she’s evil.  of this much, connor is certain, especially to see her smiling so cruelly in the face of his torture.  he’s not quite certain what he did to cause her to treat him so poorly, or if she really does just enjoy watching his mood dwindle from bad to worse.  so the only conclusion that he could ever come up with is that she’s just evil, plain and simple.  on some days, like today though, he wishes she could just give him a break.

he’s tired.  he’s allowed to be tired.

“    i’m pretty sure that at this point, i don’t believe you.  not with you coming over to berate me every day, it’s like the highlight of your waking hours.    ”   he snorts quietly.  bonding.  in all his life, connor is quite sure he’d never want to bond with her in any way, shape or form.   “    i think you need a reality check.  there’s no way in hell i even want to talk with you, let alone bond.    ”

[rvbatcsis]

˟ – ( @dcrkhrs ) ･ﾟ☆           

          - ;  ˟  the rustle of wings fills the air as xander sits in the corner of the owlery, a mess of hay surrounding him and a notebook in his lap. he stares blankly at the sheet of parchment splayed out against the hardcover binding, lips tugged into a small frown. with a sigh, he folds up the paper and shoves it into two random pages of his notebook and stands up, brushing the hay off of his pants and robes as owls flit around and zoom past his head. 

                    nothing. again. he received nothing.

         it was a week away from the summer vacation, and it’s another year of xander having to find somewhere– anywhere– to go until the term starts back up in the autumn. he supposes that’s the one downside of being ostracized by his less-than-pleasant family. he’s trudging back to the hufflepuff common rooms when he’s stopped, a shadow blocking the light filtering through the pillars of the outside hallway. his permanent scowl makes itself apparent as his head snaps up, ready to bite this person’s head off– but at the familiar face, he just blinks, angry glare dissipating marginally.

        “oh. hey. you lookin’ for me?”

[dcrkhrs]

       XX.  ━━    r  e  a  l  l  y, he doesn’t know what he’s doing here.  he doesn’t like the looks they give him when they pass by; it only makes him feel worse and makes the situation ten times more complicated.  it’s so clear that connor’s not a hufflepuff, and he can only imagine what it is that’s going on in their heads when they see him standing by the common rooms.  more rumours about how he’s going to rip the arm off another unsuspecting victim, he presumes.  

                           what a fucking joke this is.

connor’s almost ready to turn on his heel and say fuck it, but something keeps him rooted to the spot.  maybe it’s his so -called “ good morals “ or, whatever people call it.  not that anyone believes he has any   -   not that he can say he blames them.  but finally, the person he’s looking for shows up before him, the same scowl that mirrors his own pulled back on his lips.  xander is someone that connor calls a friend, one of the few that he’s made at hogwarts.  he’s only made about as many as he can count on one hand.

and in saying that, he knows xander’s story.  he knows that summer vacation is coming up, and he knows that xander probably doesn’t have a place to go.  again.  “    hey .. yeah.  uhh .... any news?    ”   the question is awkward, because he doesn’t really know how to bring this up.  it’s not something that he can relate to, because his parents were the nicest people connor’s ever known   -   but really, he knows that xander will understand what he’s talking about.  but what xander doesn’t know, is that connor’s already got permission to bring him back home for the summer   -   if his parents haven’t contacted him again.  ₍   and connor seriously doubts they have at this point, just by judging the look on xander’s face.   ₎

“    you can talk to me.    ”

[hyungkyun]

SHOOT OUT 💥🔫  ||  I.M

[dcrkhrs]

chcrms‌: 

the sound of an all too familiar voice rings in her ears. her favorite person to bicker with, though she would never actually admit that out loud. she was well aware she got under his skin, and all of the jinxes and curses thrown at each other throughout the years were there as proof of it. so what else could she do when he was right there for her to mess with?

in truth, she could just avoid his presence near her…but what fun would that be? especially when he was clearly in a sour mood, but when was he not? she took the few steps needed to reach him. “oh but it is a joke, that’s the whole point of a prank.” thankfully she had been outside of the castle when the prank was executed—she didn’t need to walk through the water to escape from it. it wasn’t a very funny prank either, but she wasn’t about to agree with him on the annoyance of it to his face. 

        XX.  ━━    oh,  g  r  e  a  t  .   today is turning out to be a nightmare, and it’s getting worse by the minute.  the familiar sounding voice only makes him close his eyes, as if suffering a defeat so great that it’s truly killing him inside.  and who knows.  it might be.

he says a soft prayer under his breath to whatever god there is or might be to save him from the headache that jiwoo is certainly bound to bring upon him.  he knows her all too well, and how she likes to get under his skin just ... because.   “    i don’t remember asking for your opinion, and here i am.  ‘gifted’ with it anyway.    ”  the sarcasm is dripping from his voice, lips pulled back into a tight frown when he turns to face jiwoo.  definitely not the person of the hour connor wanted to see, all that he can do is heave a heavy sigh.  “    like this -    ”   he gestures around them both, knowing full well that she knows what he means.   “    - isn’t enough? do you not know how to give me peace for one day?    ”

[dcrkhrs]

         XX.  ━━    this is definitely   n    o    t   the kind of day that he wanted, but then again  -  when was it in hogwarts? knowing this puts things into perspective  ₍   maybe   ₎  and so, connor just groans when he’s tossed outside to the wind with the smell of sewage promptly invading his nostrils.  seems like some of the student body couldn’t get out fast enough.  that’s great.  just great.  is he supposed to stomach dinner outside in the cold when half the student body literally smells like sewage .... ?

if he had just gone to a normal school, he wouldn’t have to deal with pranks from poltergeists but again: here we are.

“    this has got to be a joke.  can’t i just take a nap in peace?    ”   but he knows all too well that there’s nothing “  peaceful  ”  about hogwarts.  cue memory lane when he was petrified by baby basilisks last october trying to make it out alive from a halloween party he didn’t even want to go to.  yeah ............. definitely not getting any sleep today.  what a drag.

[dcrkhrs]

;    hey there! take this cute icon of changkyun bc you’ll never see connor acting like this. ): anyways, hello i’m nic !! as i am sure you can tell, connor here is a returning muse to canary cream! i’m super stoked to see this place back tbh as i have been missing my goth boi!!!! i have a discord if you’re interested in plotting there ( wonho lovebot#4077 ) or a twitter which i will make available upon request. please like this post if you’re interested in working something out with connor and without further ado, let me introduce my punk ass goth boi to u - be warned though.  he bites.

meet connor kang, ninth year gryffindor with a really bad attitude AND a hot scottish accent to boot!

muggle born child who didn’t believe in magic until he was forced to believe in it.  because you know.  turns out he was a wizard all this time!

the first of his family to actually BE a wizard, hence the disbelief

stupidly grumpy about it.  but at the moment, he’s just taking things as they come because it’s not like he really has a choice in the matter and he’s already gotten nine years out of wizard school so …..

honestly, he just wanted a normal life with a normal job and a normal future wife but no! he had to be a wizard

oddly enough, his little brother ( pending! ) also turned out to be a wizard but he had the exact opposite reaction that connor did and he’s stupidly excited and always happy to learn about wizard things.  connor really doesn’t know why

even though he’s got a real bad attitude, he ( begrudgingly ) always does the right thing.  so he’s pretty moral / just and doesn’t like it when you’re not

not afraid! he’ll throw punches if he has to

starting around his third year, connor started divining things … through his dreams.  as if he wasn’t already grumpy enough, now he sees the future when he sleeps and it makes him really tired … all the time.  all the time

doesn’t really want anything to do with being a diviner either but this is .. his life now.  

naps in class a lot bc of the issue with his dreams.  how did he pass through to his ninth year? the world may never know

he is the kind of guy who will save u from falling down a flight of stairs and then bitch at you for being stupid for like two hours …

cares too much. pretends he doesn’t

kind of aloof? doesn’t have many friends because of his bad attitude ( go figure ) but generally if you get past the bristly bitterness, he’s a good guy who just wanted something different for himself

[dcrkhrs]

          XX.  ━━    he definitely shouldn’t have taken a drink.  it wasn’t like it was marceline’s fault; she asked him to take one with her and it would have been his first of the night even if he’s been milling around for awhile.  it’s not like she could have known that the drinks were tainted, let alone that the spell on them ripened into something even more rotten.  this euphoria, this truth - there’s no way it could have been a so -called innocent prank.  even if connor felt like telling someone off, the closest person to him at the time being marceline herself, the spell wouldn’t let him - it would only let him say the truth which of course, was that he didn’t find fault with her.

so now, he’s stuck.  better to just keep his fucking mouth shut for the rest of the night.  

the problem is, he has friends who make this hard.  enter carwyn, in all his bloody wartorn glory.  or at least, that was his rendition of war.  connor rolls his eyes at the getup, mouth pulling back into a sneer of disgust.  “    does that feel as gross as it looks?    ”  perhaps, morbid curiosity but it’s got his mouth talking.

shit.

thankfully, carwyn doesn’t know that he took a drink from the black goblet.  he doesn’t know that so much is running through his head and he can’t decipher it at all, like how cool he actually thinks carwyn looks or how pretty corinna is or where corinna could have gotten to.  all of these are secret thoughts, but the problem is, they’re shuffled and he can’t tell if they’re what he’s thinking, or what he’s saying.  

hopefully though, carwyn won’t be alerted to his little dilemma.  hopefully, he can keep his fucking mouth shut.

                                                                             ━━   𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲,  @inkfanged

[dcrkhrs]

           XX.  ━━    okay, he’s seen enough.  the sight of the slide down into the chamber of secrets itself is .. far from clean, as one could expect from a chamber that hasn’t seen the light of day in god knows how long.  he’s fairly sure that his face mirrors what corinna’s does in this moment: the epitome of   y   i   k   e   s  .   they’re supposed to slide down this in their costumes without getting filthy .. how, exactly? maybe no one else cared, but these are his normal clothes.  you know, the casual ones that he liked to wear when he wasn’t forced into his wizard’s robes and corinna’s outfit was by far one that he would hate to see get dirty just because of some fifty year old grime.

“    okay, problem solving time.    ”   his words are grim, and connor scans the room quickly.  myrtle’s nowhere to be found so they can’t ask her, and it’s not like they can just apparate down there.  but thankfully, the house elves still keep myrtle’s bathroom stocked with their choice of towels   ₍  though, it seems he’s not the only one who had this idea  ₎.  there’s one left that’s at least big enough to sit on whilst going down.  he looks over at corinna and his heart twists in shameful ways, eyes pulling from her to instead start placing the towel at the entrance of the slide.  “    i’ll sit on this.  you can sit on my lap.    ”   connor pauses, staring down at the towel.  

this is awkward and he’s way too tired for this.  “    it’s the only way.  but you can trust me - ... i won’t let you fall or anything.    ”

                                                                              ━━   𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲,  @vellichvrs

[flmblr]

[dcrkhrs]

@inkfanged , @simvlacrum ; 

[dcrkhrs]

oops!! a bit late aren't you? i think the firewhiskey in the BLACK goblet seems a little spoiled, doesn't it?? looks like the mild TRUTH SERUM has ripened into something else entirely, seems like it's IMPOSSIBLE TO FILTER YOUR THOUGHTS entirely now. better keep that mouth shut for the rest of the night if you don't want to doom yourself!! poor thing.

“    seriously ... ? i wasn’t even trying to drink when i got here.  should have brought my own flask.    ”  

[edwestwikcs]

[dcrkhrs]

         XX.  ━━    he’s been waiting for a chance like this for almost nine years.  and if some  “    𝘮𝘶𝘥𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵    ”  is going to be the reason for getting his ass out of hogwarts, he thinks that maybe he should be thanking whoever the fuck wrote it.  no, connor isn’t scared - he’s happy.  it’s not like he wanted this so - called gift; he would have much rather been a muggle than have to deal with visions dancing behind his eyes when he’d much rather be asleep.  he’d much rather curse maths than curse having to learn ridiculous potions.  

            none of this is what he wanted, so he’s packing his bags.  there’s no one in hogwarts who has probably ever seen him this happy.

“    hey, you wanna help me pack my trunk? i’m out of here.    ”  and who gives a shit that xander’s not a gryffindor at this point.  he’s basically his brother by now, considering outside of the school year, he lives with him.  he can hardly contain the happiness in his voice.  yes, it’s about time that he got this chance.

he’s going to seize it.

                                                                            ━━   𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲,  @rvbatcsis​

[dcrkhrs]

xander: *points to a high shelf * can you reach that for me?

connor: see? you need me in your life after all.

xander: i can replace you with a step ladder.

[dcrkhrs]

HEY LISTEN! get you a couple friends who’ll dress up in a group costume with u for halloween.  i’m js.  this is maybe a little plot call? if anyone is looking for costumes for the event ( or just more plots in general ), connor is going as one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse - and lbr, he needs a smol group of punk ass goth friends !! currently we have two of the group, so it’d be cool if we can pull in two more people to complete them.  so here’s what we have :

DEATH  / connor

CONQUEST PESTILENCE / corinna @vellichvrs

WAR / carwyn @inkfanged

FAMINE / xander @rvbatcsis 

[dcrkhrs]

    “         AND I LOOKED, AND BEHOLD: A PALE HORSE                        AND HIS NAME THAT SAT ON HIM, 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍.

               𝖥𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖲𝖤𝖬𝖤𝖭 𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖠𝖯𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖫𝖸𝖯𝖲𝖤       ━━     connor kang as the pale rider

[stratosphcre-blog]

The air is crisp and cleansing as it fills his lungs, perpetual smile lit on his face as he examines the weeds flowers growing alongside tall blades of grass and other pretty plants he finds his gaze drawn to. He is distracted from his original task by vibrant scenery — he is fickle and capricious and far too eccentric for some peoples liking. He is sat on plush throw pillow he stole borrowed from the common room, a small, unsteady table splayed out before him. He does this almost every day with varying success, but tells himself the amount of new vistors he gets does not equal worth. ❝ HEY ! ❞ Jaegeun’s voice carries and birds take flight at the sudden disruption, but his attention wavers — yet again. ❝ Do you want a tarot reading ? ❞ His question is poised cheerfully, ❝ it’s free —— ! ❞

[dcrkhrs]

          XX.  ━━    “    i think you know better than that.    ”    everyone knows about connor kang and his so -called night terrors.  his eyes peer at jaegeun in all of his disdain and while looking at his fellow gryffindor’s bright smile, it actually perturbs him.  how can this boy like divination so much? enough to set up outside on the lawn  ₍  without permission, probably  ₎  just to read a fortune or two? divination is a terror.  divining itself is a   b  e  a  s  t  .  yet there is still someone that actually wants this for himself - a mystery, if ever there was one.  if jaegeun really wants it, he wishes he could dump it all onto him.  maybe then he’d be able to get a good night’s sleep, or at least the semblance of one.    “    are you even allowed to be here?    ”

₍   he wonders, then, if jaegeun has really ever seen something worth seeing.  then he figures, probably not.   ₎

[dcrkhrs]

hey there! take this cute icon of changkyun bc you’ll never see connor acting like this. ): anyways, hello !! it’s just me, nic, also typist to mckenna.  i kind of maybe died a little after watching shoot out ( stream it bbs ) and thus connor was born.  tl;dr he’s an ill tempered gryffindor who doesn’t really want to be here.  surprise! there are folks that don’t want to be wizards and connor is one of them. there’s some info about him under the cut, but if you want to plot, you know what to do! just like this post, thanks. uwu

meet connor kang, ninth year gryffindor with a really bad attitude AND a hot scottish accent to boot!

muggle born child who didn’t believe in magic until he was forced to believe in it.  because you know.  turns out he was a wizard all this time!

the first of his family to actually BE a wizard, hence the disbelief

stupidly grumpy about it.  but at the moment, he’s just taking things as they come because it’s not like he really has a choice in the matter and he’s already gotten nine years out of wizard school so .....

honestly, he just wanted a normal life with a normal job and a normal future wife but no! he had to be a wizard

oddly enough, his little brother caleb also turned out to be a wizard but he had the exact opposite reaction to connor.  connor really doesn’t know why 

even though he’s got a real bad attitude, he ( begrudgingly ) always does the right thing.  so he’s pretty moral / just and doesn’t like it when you’re not

not afraid! he’ll throw punches if he has to

starting around his third year, connor started divining things ... through his dreams.  as if he wasn’t already grumpy enough, now he sees the future when he sleeps and it makes him really tired ... all the time.  all the time

doesn’t really want anything to do with being a diviner either but this is .. his life now.  

naps in class a lot bc of the issue with his dreams.  how did he pass through to his ninth year? the world may never know

he is the kind of guy who will save u from falling down a flight of stairs and then bitch at you for being stupid for like two hours ... 

cares too much. pretends he doesn’t

kind of aloof? doesn’t have many friends because of his bad attitude ( go figure ) but generally if you get past the bristly bitterness, he’s a good guy who just wanted something different for himself