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@deacing-blog
UM, OKAY
Before:
Poppy/Deacon
Nathaniel/Adriana
Bran/Emery
Scorpius/Damien
i
think
that's
it
because you all hate me
and i hate you
During:
Grayson/Damien
Last Grayson/Ace reply
again
i hate you
and
you hate me
After:
I AM THE MASTER COMMANDER
Toliet
Homework
no more because i hate you all
get
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witandimpulse replied to your post: You’re pathetic
Stop it, stop it right now. You’re not, and I’ll be damned if you start believing it. You’re great, and I thank you for that.
sunlites replied to your post: You’re pathetic
No! Nope, no, not at all, no way. Deacon you’re the BEST! Not pathetical at all! No way!
It's cool guys! It's just the person's opinion, yeah? It's okay, really really I mean, okay. I don't mind and neither should you two!
You're pathetic
Ah-alright, I...sorry. For being pathetic. I know
calenharper replied to your audio post: Poppy/Deacon Megan/Deacon Carmen/Deacon ...
l o l you’re gonna hate me.
I already do
poppy-the-snake replied to your audio post: Poppy/Deacon Megan/Deacon Carmen/Deacon ...
THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD.
:)
witandimpulse replied to your audio post: Poppy/Deacon Megan/Deacon Carmen/Deacon ...
SHRIEKING OMFG SAMELA GET YOUR FACE OFF OF MY DASH~ jkhfksjdf
Poppy/Deacon
Megan/Deacon
Carmen/Deacon
Bran/Emery
Nicole/Ace
The Woods
Scorpius/Damien
Robert/Emery
Roxanne/DINOSAUR
Nathaniel/Addie
Easy Sympathy And Sugar-Sweet Abuse | Carmen & Deacon
“Right… yes… that must be it.” The perfect tone of insecurity. Insecurity was an easy one for Carmen. Teenagers were full of it and all she had to do was mimic them. A pause, then another troubled glance at the Ravenclaw boys and girls. There had to be a thought process. Then before the pause could get too long she continued, “I think maybe it’s because of what happened between… between Lowe and I” Intentional faltering, use of the last name to avoid the impression of familiarity. The story of her and Derek Lowe had gotten around, simply because stories of students being suspended were fodder for the gossipers. Everyone liked a good rumour about their peers. The fact that the story had appeared in Ace’s fliers had confirmed this for Carmen. Deacon had to at least have seen what Ace had written, unless he really made an effort to avoid reading them.
Professor Wynters was now in the room, but instead of calling the class to attention he was chatting to a small cluster of students. Several of them were laughing. The chances of the conversation actually having something to do with the lesson was minimal. The chances of him starting the class any time in the next five minutes was also minimal. Carmen knew she had picked the class well. “I’m sorry for annoying you with my complaining, it’s just that I don’t feel that I can talk to anyone in my house about this.” That sentence had come out better than she had intended. It had started as if she actually cared for Deacon’s feelings, and had continued on to imply her non-existent feelings once more along with an excuse for why she was talking to him, aside from the very obvious reason that she was sitting next to him.
The next bit would be more difficult. Her intention was to blurt out a few sentences as if she could not contain her feelings on the matter. She knew blurting well enough, she shared a dorm room with Adriana Wood after all. But it would be difficult. Blurting nonsense was practically an art-form as far as Carmen was concerned. Blurting troubling thoughts could be a masterpiece if done right. “Every time they look at me I feel like I’ve done something wrong, and I already feel horrible about what happened. I accidentally used a bad spell, a cutting spell, I didn’t mean to, I’d just been reading about it so it was the first thing that popped into my head when he… when he attacked. I keep saying sorry but I don’t think it’s enough and now they think I’m scary for using a bad spell by mistake.” Was that good enough? Fast enough? Did it pass as blurting? She’d tried to keep up the fast pace, the correct intonation, the troubled look. But it had been one of the more difficult things to convey. She had to rely both on her own acting skills and on the fact that Deacon was a complete pushover.
Poor Carmen. He nodded but risked another glance over her shoulder towards the Ravenclaws. Most of their stares weren't exactly what he would comfortably describe as "grumpy" but they weren't exactly venomous. He didn't know what to call it, really, but it was beginning to trouble him as much as it apparently was Carmen. He nibbled on his lip, sort of cocking his head to the side. He wasn't staring - more like gawking than anything, but at least he figured out that it didn't seem like all the Ravenclaws were openly hostile towards her. Georgina Gillenwater looked like she didn't care, more impatient with the Professor than anything, Grayson and Richards sat together, with him gesticulating as he talked (loudly, he could almost make out the words from half way across the room) and the Ravenclaw looking like he would rather be anywhere than there. Grayson's sister was sat behind their table, which looked a little discoloured already, and was leaning so far over it she was basically on it as she argued with Grayson. Riley Read and Bri were sitting together, Lily sat with Sarah Garland and Jace Jordan, sketching in her book. Sarah was one of the people who kept shooting glances at Carmen, along with Stirling, Archie Finnegan and Imogen Dolts. But Carmen was talking again, and Deacon brought his attention back to her. "Oh, I'm sorry, but yeah, you might be right. But...maybe they just want to know what happened, like uh...the full story, or something? It can't be all bad, yeah?" Gossip was notoriously incomplete, sometimes leaving more questions than answers. Ace Pruitt's flyers sometimes even left for the want of more, since she wrote what she found best (or in most cases, amusing.)
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wynters enter the room and picked up his quill. But, as he was followed by (and soon joined by more) students that gathered about him, he twirled his quill and set it back down. Deacon should've guessed this was going to happen - it seemed to daily, not that he was complaining. Wynters was one of the more friendlier teachers and while he appreciated the others - Loring, Puckett, Immar - it didn't mean he liked their general disposition. But that was okay; he was sure he would be like them if he had to deal with kids that disrespected him for years. Well, he wasn't really sure he would be just like them, maybe he would just be a tadbit grumpy. At most. "No, oh no it's okay! You're not annoying me. And you're not really complaining, at least I didn't think you were." Carmen was just stating something that was making her uncomfortable and that was fine, she was right to want to seek a refuge out of the way of her classmates' uncomfortable stares. "It's okay, I understand."
"Well - " He was cut off by her, something that didn't particularly bother him as it did some. As she talked, he furrowed his eyebrows and by the end of it, he had the urge to hug her - but he didn't, because some people were touchy and even if she wasn't, then it might remind her of...what she just described (although in very limit detail, thankfully). That would be worse than the stares. "I don't think you did anything wrong, you were just defending yourself. They don't really have a right to judge, since I'm sure they would have done something to ward him off too." And knowing some of their mastery with wand and spellwork, it might have been something worse. If there was something worse than the cutting spell she used that was short of illegal. "It'd be alright though, because they can't stay upset for long, yeah? If they even are, which I don't think they really are...but it'd die down soon, Lowe got in trouble for what he did and that should be that! Give it a little while? Then maybe they'd forget about it?"
Sticky Bandaids | Megan
“Yeah, he does! But I’ll tell him again, okay? From me and from you.” She would tell him tonight, and then again in the morning, when she stumbled down out of the Hufflepuff common room in her socks, getting them wet from the dew on the grass as she walked to the greenhouse.
Megan put her hands to her face and giggled as Deacon waved his coin through the air. Megan’s brow furrowed as she concentrated on Deacon’s story. “…right. So that means you only have one, and I only have one, so we’ve only got two. But that’s okay! Two is better than nothing.” Megan bit her lip, opening her palm and putting the coin right in the center. She looked at it for a second. “No,” she shook her head. “William doesn’t need the money, I don’t think, and so… I don’t know. How can we choose? I mean… so many people could need the money, and we don’t know who they are. There’s a bajillion people in this school, right?!”
Just the thought of only picking one person to give this coins to was kinda making her feel a little ill. She ran a hand through her her, getting flustered, and closed the palm with the coin inside. “I don’t know how I can pick, Deacon, I mean…” She closed her eyes and tried to think of a plan. For a while, there was just pressure and silence. And then. “Eureka?” she said, cracking one eye open. “Eureka, I think!” taking Deacon’s hand in hers, she pulled him along, all the way out of the Hospital Wing and all the way to the fountain outside in the courtyard. “Wishing fountain!” she proclaimed. “We can start a wishing fountain! With these or with just normal money, and then it’ll give people hope and wishes and stuff!” Hope was better than money, right? She felt her stomach drop. “Or… wait, is this a really bad idea?”
"Yeah, okay, good! Now he'd definitely know to be careful," It never hurt to have a reminder, especially when handling and caring for grumpy and out of season plants as William was going to. Well, actually it could hurt if someone forgot to remind the person but no, Deacon didn't think Megan was going to. Best not worry about that.
The light caught the dragon engraving and he stopped waving it to examine it. Really, he hadn't looked very closely at the coin before - he only had his first one for a little while before Poppy had asked for it and then when the strange mute girl shoved it in his hands, he had shoved it into his pocket after chasing her. Later, he'd come to the conclusion it was just taking up space in her pocket and she just wanted to get rid of it. "Oh yeah, it is better than none but I rather not have one, you know? Not while someone else could have it." But in response to her question, he bit down on his lip (hard) and shrugged. "I was just planning on giving it to the first person that asked, that way I wouldn't have to." But then he would feel guilty if someone else after that asked him for it because maybe then they needed the money more than the first person.
Deacon watched Megan's growing distress? with concern, fiddling with his coin. What if they just left it out for someone to find? Like, almost like a pot of gold? But they didn't have a pot or enough coins to fill a pot with - they just had two, which, like she had said, was better than nothing but not really. "Well, what if...uh, errr...." He scrunched up his face, tongue in his cheek and tried to think. What if...what if...pot o' gold bad, uh, what if they put flyers up too...? No that wouldn't work, cause he didn't think he would be able to chose a person if more than one showed up - he also didn't think Megan would either. But then Megan broke though with her cry of Eureka, I think! "Huh -wha, okay!" She grabbed his hand and he followed along after her with a backwards glance to the Hospital Wing. They came to a halt and Deacon almost walked into the fountain but caught himself in time. "Oh! A wishing fountain! That's cool, really cool, Megan! Good idea!" He grinned at her then at his reflection in the water. "That's a lot better than having money, 'cause you can't buy happiness! Yeah! You're really brilliant! Let's do it!"
And he was just about to toss his coin in - he didn't know what to wish for because everything was cool but just before he could close his eyes, he stopped and beamed at her. "It's a really really good idea, people will see and follow suit and feel a lot better! Let's do it, on three?"
Triple Dog Doctor Donut Dare | Poppy
“It’s okay, I really wanted to do it,” Poppy explained with a shy smiled as they sat together on her bed. This room was shared with other Slytherins that probably intimidated Deacon, but they weren’t coming around anytime soon. They were off doing Slytherin things that Poppy didn’t feel like being a part of today, even though she was supposed to be hexing a first year. “Alright, well that’s good,” she then replied with a casual smile. Deacon made her feel like she could be herself, and she liked that. She didn’t have to be here mean, bitter self that she usually was. Poppy could be kind, caring and actually express her true emotions.
The way that he encouraged her to spill everything to him made her a little cautious but still completely safe. There was nothing to worry about with Deacon and she knew that. At least she felt like that was the truth. What else could she feel? Deacon was a manipulative snake like Malfoy. He was more of a brave lion. Yes, brave. Not the normal way but in a way that was completely his own.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to burden you with all of it, you don’t need too,” she explained reassuringly as she patted his back. “This was also why I wanted to do something nice. To repay the debt on you listening to me ramble on about all my problems over the last few weeks,” she then continued as she let out a deep sigh. At least Ace and Lo would not be coming back to their room. Having them catching her alone with Deacon would be horrible. Especially since Ace wrote a gossip column.
“Ah, that’s so cool! He’s so nice, like you are too, “she stated as she patted him on the back. “Do you guys share a room or something?” Poppy then asked curiously. If so, she felt like Deacon could have been used to gather information, but she wouldn’t do that to him. He had already done so much and she didn’t want to make his burden larger. Especially with pointless things such as talking about her date with Grayson Wood. “Yes, Scorpius Malfoy, Deacon, though if you call him that he may have someone hex you.” Poppy explained as she shrugged. It was a long occurring thing in the gang after all.
“I had that thought,” Poppy then explained. She figured that Deacon knew that he could tell her everything bluntly as possible because she could take it. Poppy had a knack for taking in hard news after all. “Yes, I did,” she then agreed as she nodded her head. She then smiled at the thoughts of their date. It had been a wonderful first experience. “What about you? I really don’t want to have you just listen to me talk,” Poppy then asked as she tilted her head a little and gave her a reassuring look.
"Oh...well, alright, Thank you. Again, I mean...yeah, thank you." If that was what she wanted to do right then, it was fine. It wasn't even like it was anything special - they were just clothes, after all, wasn't like she was really going out of her way and spent more than she should have. Well, that's what he was just assuming. He could ask her what they had cost - that would come off as ungrateful and rude. No, don't do that.
Deacon wouldn't - couldn't - do anything to betray Poppy, or anyone else for that matter. All he wanted was to help people and he'd figured out that that's what helped her - talking, just talking about her problems or anything that she wanted to. Anything she said to him, he wouldn't tell anyone else. It wasn't like he had anyone he felt he was obligated to share anything with -it was the opposite, in fact. What he was doing right now, for Poppy, the sitting and listening, there was no one he felt comfortable doing that with. It wasn't right, to burden them all with his problems; they had their own issues they were working through, it wasn't fair to add to. His problems were just his, that's all it was.
Her pats were a little more forceful than he had expected - which, he hadn't expected at all - so it caught him unaware and almost knocked him off the bed. "I'm sorry!" Right way to make a bumbling idiot of yourself. He caught himself and grinned at her sheepishly. "Yes, yeah I'm sure! But only if you want to talk to me about it, okay? If you don't, we could talk about something else....like, uh, the weather? Or, or the....the..." He struggled to come up with something. "Have you ever seen the Giant Squid?" He blurted.
"You didn't have to, you don't, really. It's not like it's my job or anything," He worked summers at home, doing odd jobs for the neighbours and the like. But even then, he would turn down the pay half the time. Mostly when it was something big - like opening a pool or something where the person worked alongside him. Then it felt wrong for him to accept it when their hard effort went into it too. "I like listening to people, don't worry about repaying me or anything."
"Well," He agreed...with the first part - Grayson was cool, he was hilarious. Deacon couldn't have asked for a better dorm-mate, even if his side of the room was a little messy. But that was all right, he was just too busy being awesome to worry about that. "I'd say he's a lot better than me, I could see why you would go on a date with him." He was prepared for it this time and managed to stay on the bed, though it wasn't like she was actually putting force behind it. "Oh, mhm, yeah we do."
He furrowed his eyebrows, looking down at the floor. Why would he have someone hex him if he called him but his name? Now that he thought about it, he had heard of some people getting...well, attacked was too of an agresstive word but it was the only one he could come up with to properly describe some of things he'd heard. Was this the person behind them? Scorpius Malfoy? "O-okay," He knew who Scorpius Malfoy was - he was just one of those names that you couldn't just not know about. Deacon just never heard of this side of him. He looked back at Poppy, biting on his bottom lip. "But you don't do it, I mean, hex people, right?"
"Well good! That's really good," But he didn't understand what would be that problem then. Maybe it had just been her concern about his motives? He was sure Grayson didn't have any motives, really. He just went and did things as they came, talking it all in stride. "Do you guys plan to go on another date?" Maybe that was another thing that could have been bothering her?
"Oh, uh..." He hadn't seen Sierra in ages, but she was independent like that. If she were in trouble, she would know it was alright to seek him out and he'd help her. Then there were the up coming Quidditch tryouts. Jason had agreed to help, Ant and Jules too. Grayson would, too, the guy was a champ on a broomstick, but that wasn't really anything to discuss. He didn't have particularly high hopes about it and it would just lead to another owl from his father...about things. Not that Deacon could blame his father for his disappointment. He was plenty of disappointed in himself too. He shrugged. "Nothing much to talk about."
alexithymia
Alex-ith..er, I'm sorry but what? What does that word mean? I'm sorry.
You need to stop people-pleasing. It's annoying as fuck and you're not helping anyone. Unless their goal was to get a headache. So.
Oh...well....I-...I'm sorry.
It is so easy to make you cry you're almost not worth my time. However, I think I may do something extra special for you at the ball. It will be fun. Well... fun for me. ♥ Melaina
Uh...I'm sorry, but what? What..no, I mean, that..that doesn't sound good. -frowns and stares at the letter.-
Easy Sympathy And Sugar-Sweet Abuse | Carmen & Deacon
Carmen smiled when Deacon accepted her request to sit down. A brief smile, she was still in her recovery stage. These things had to be calculated. “Thank you so much,” she replied, soft and sweet. As soon as his books were out of the way she sat down, taking out her own books needed for the lesson. She would actually pay attention to this lesson if it turned out to be something that caught her attention. The thing about the Hogwarts curriculum is that she wasn’t interested in learning the things that would get her through her standard wizarding tests like most classes aimed towards. The entire education system was built around getting kids through exams and out into the real world. But the thing was, Carmen didn’t intend to get a respectable job, or to finish school for that matter. So she went to the classes she wanted to and searched the library for everything else, like her very own education system outside of the classroom standards.
A quill, a bottle of ink and a few sheets of blank parchment now sat on Carmen’s desk. The chances of her actually taking notes this lesson were minimal, but she was prepared anyway. Perhaps she would draw butterflies. “May I ask you a question?” she continued once she had set her things out for the lesson. The question was one she had used before because it always came off as polite and nice, which was the impression she was trying to give. The few smart-asses who liked to answer ‘you just did’ got ignored.
“Do you think I’m…” -intentional pause for affect- “…scary?” She turned her wide eyes on him, the perfect appearance of a young girl troubled and concerned. “I think that’s what the other Ravenclaws think, and I don’t understand.” That was a lie. She understood perfectly that the intelligent minds of her blue and silver house rightly wondered what kind of 5th-year could cast a spell like sectumsempra. The thing about the Ravenclaw house in general was that their wit had them constantly questioning, especially when confronted by the unusual situation of seeing a fifteen year old girl cast an curiously sadistic spell. But unlike make of their Slytherin counterparts, most Ravenclaws we’re not without compassion, and Carmen planned to exploit every last bit of that. Deacon wouldn’t be the only student she would draw sympathy from, though he was the first.
"Oh, no problem! It's nothing," It wasn't - there wasn't like there was a queue or something lining up to sit next to him. If he were being honest, most of his friends probably had forgotten about him for the moment. But that was okay, he wasn't very important.
Deacon fiddled with his quill, twirling the feathers between his index and thumb. He had grabbed a decent amount of paper out of his bag and laid that in front of himself.For the most part, his notes weren't extensive but were decent. He could never manage to get a complete set of incredibility detailed notes, which he'd attempted to do several times. In almost all of the cases, he had to go back and finish things straight from the book. It was more of a hassle, but okay, it was okay, he didn't need to be the very best student. He would try his hardest but somehow or someway, the paper wouldn't make it to the teacher and he would have to do it again very quickly just to get a grade. At best, he was average.
He'd expect her to be quiet, like the lot of most Ravenclaws, and he was okay with that. He didn't expect much conversation with her - something he didn't do much during class, because he didn't want to disturb the professor or distract the person he was trying to talk to from the lesson. And weren't Ravenclaws studious or something? So, her question was a bit of a surprise but not really. The lesson hadn't officially begun yet. "Yes, of course you can." Was it her housemates stares again?
"Uh...no?" He furrowed his eyebrows together and looked at her quizzically. "I mean, no! I don't think you're scary, not at all. I'm sorry but..." Her explanation made it unnecessary to finish his question, but he continued to stare at her curiously, his mouth a little agape. "I'm sorry," Deacon repeated. "But I don't get why they'd think that either," Had it been something with that...thing he heard about happening between her and Derek Lowe? He was in her house, from what he remembered. But he didn't want to drag that up - it was traumatic, if this was what he was thinking it was, so bad no, best not do that. "I mean...well, er, maybe they're just grumpy?" Most of the Ravenclaws in their years were the types that enjoyed being left to their own. But there were a couple of ones that were friendly.
ooc: I FINISHED FUCK YES
Deacon:
Bran
Janie
Carmen
Megan
Poppy
Riana:
Nathaniel
Emery:
Robert
Damien:
Grayson (LM ABANDONED US UNTIL WEDNESDAY)
Roxanne
Ace:
Poppy
Triple Dog Doctor Donut Dare | Poppy
“Yes I did,” Poppy told him softly. “You deserve something nice to happen to you and I decided that I would help create it,” she then continued with a small smile. She was glad that he liked everything, and that he wasn’t mad at her from doing this. He just kind of wanted to refuse it all, but she wouldn’t let him. Deacon deserved this and she knew it even though he was so modest. “You’re welcome, and thank you for not getting mad at me,” she told him softly as she smiled shyly.
Suddenly he walked up to the bed and sat on it barefoot. “I wanted to um, talk?” Poppy then confessed. She knew that this was probably a horrible idea, and that she shouldn’t of brought him here so he could listen to her talk about her problems. She just needed to bottle them up and throw them away. That was what she needed but she didn’t know how to do that.
“You don’t have to listen though, I shouldn’t make you listen after all, I just don’t have any friends that I can actually talk t you know?” Poppy then told him as she sighed and bit her bottom lip. She promised herself that she would not cry around him but just looking at him made Poppy want to cry. Not of sadness but of joy, because of how nice and friendly towards Poppy. He was all that she really needed and he had him, so she felt like she might have been able to get out of the slump she had been in.
“Grayson Wood, do you know him?” Poppy then asked him smoothly as she started a Segway towards her state of confusion which was one of her more minor problems. That date that she had with him was know something that kept her confused. Everything from why did he ask me? To why were you so nice? Ran through her mind, and she didn’t know how to get a single answer.
“He tried to set me up with Malfoy,” she then started to explain, making sure to give him enough time in between statements to respond to them and ask any questions. “But that didn’t work, so then he asked me on a date,” Poppy then continued figuring that he knew of Grayson.
“I just don’t get why he was so nice to me,” Poppy then continued. “I was so mean to him for a long time, after all Malfoy uses me to do a lot of the hexing,” she told him with a soft smile. “He was so nice, and I don’t even know why he asked me to go. Was it out of sympathy?” she then asked him, hoping that he would have some of the answers.
Poppy's comment left him gaping like a fish. "N-no, I don't... sorry?... what do you... You didn't have to, you really didn't." He didn't understand what she meant by "something nice". Deacon didn't really deserve anything, well, anything more that what he had. He was perfectly content with the lot he's been given - why would she think he...deserved something better? That was just odd to him. She continued to confuse him even more. "Mad? Why would I get mad? I wouldn't get mad, no. Never! I promise." And he meant it - he wouldn't ever get mad, at her or at anyone.
"Okay," He nodded, smiling encouragingly at her. Deacon didn't care what they talked about - in fact, he was just happy and relieved she was talking. That was all she needed; it wasn't healthy to bottle things up just to ignore them. He waited patiently, swinging his legs back and forth. He understood how difficult this might be for her so he want to rush her into something that might make her uncomfortable.
He shook his head. "No, no, it's okay! I want to listen, it's cool, don't worry. It's okay, Poppy, it is really. I want to be here." And he did! Even if still being in the room Lourdes Elba and Ace Pruitt slept in made him nervous and just the slightest awkward, he wanted to be here. Because this was where Poppy wanted them to be. He nodded again, though now he looked concerned. Was she going to cry? He didn't want to make her cry, that was the last thing he'd want.
"Mhm! I know Grayson, he's in my year." They've shared a dorm for five years, attended classes together. Sometimes Grayson gave him extra candy - which he would pass onto his sister if it was chocolate. "Scorpius Malfoy?" Yes, Scorpius Malfoy. Who else within the walls of the school shared that last name? He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, because..well, why did Grayson try to set them up? He knew Poppy was like...his friend? No, that wasn't it - she just stated she didn't have friends. But then...what would that make her hanging around Scorpius and just those who stuck around the Malfoy?
But then it became...a little more than obvious. They weren't friends...they were more of a gang, except not really, because he was sure Poppy didn't mean it. Nor did anyone in that group, he was sure, meant what they did. Not even Scorpius. "He's nice to everyone, but.." Yes, but what Deacon? He had never been in the type of situation Poppy was asking him about. He didn't date, didn't worry about that because honestly? He didn't want to force someone to go through that. He shrugged, because he honestly didn't know. "Well, did...did you guys have fun?"
