☾ . : * if i believe you

And I'm petrified of being alone It's pathetic, I know And I toss and I turn in my bed It's just like I lost my head And if I believe you, Would that make it stop if I told you I need you? Is that what you want? And I'm broken and bleeding, and begging for help. And I'm asking you Jesus, show yourself. var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5539993"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

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parkinsvns:

Pansy clapped her hands together with a giggle when he agreed, “You are going to be my masterpiece,” she said. She hummed as she thought of what she could do to his face. “Vaguely threatening, darling, yes, yes, I heard you.” She laughed, “It’ll be like everyone has taken a love potion,” she said, grabbing her make-up bag, and taking out the things she needed. “Since you want to beautiful yet terrifying, we’re going to give you a smokey eye,” she said before glancing at Draco through the mirror an amused smile on her lips, “Do you even know what that is?”

Draco merely quirks a blonde eyebrow. “I’m not completely incompetent, darling. I might not be well versed in the world of cosmetics, however, I imagine a smoky eye couldn’t be too terribly difficult to sort out.” He meets Pansy’s gaze in the mirror, his own smirk pulling onto his lips. “Smokey alludes to darkness, I suppose.” Draco pauses. “You don’t plan on giving me a black eye, do you?” He questions suddenly; looking startled despite himself. 

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cassian-wxxd:

“You have to realize that everyone in this ruddy castle knows far too much about everyone’s business, Drac. I wasn’t threatening to tell everyone about you and Harry. That wasn’t my point at all when I asked you about Harry. And as for Jesse… I haven’t told anyone. In fact, Jesse told you and you’re the only person who knows. Not even Oliver knows about us yet.” He chewed his lip a moment, nodding. “I get that. I wouldn’t want to lose Jesse either.” 

Draco merely smiles; though the gesture is small -- barely there before it’s gone once more. “Well, aren’t I honored,” He drawls in return, a huff of a laugh given as he turns to collect his mug once more -- the mint tea soothing as it passes his lips. With that, he hums. “--- Be gentle with him, yes?” Draco goes onto say. “He isn’t quite as tough as you and I.” 

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parkinsvns:

“i don’t want to look ‘pretty’, i want to look otherwordly and vaguely threatening.”

Pansy stood in back of chair she made Draco sit in, looking at him through the mirror in front of them both. The blond was already beautiful, Pansy couldn’t deny with his cheekbones and jawline. Putting make-up on Draco would be satisfying to say the least. She tilted her head to the side, considering. “Alright, I can work with that. We’re going to have to contour your face, and wing your eyeliner to hell, I hope you realize.”

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Draco merely smirks as he settles into the chair --- leaving himself vulnerable to the other’s will. He must really love her. “This will only be a one time thing, so do as you must,” He complies easily, grey eyes fond as he meets Pansy’s in the mirror directly ahead. “I am your canvas. --- Though, remember. Vaguely threatening,” Draco chides then, snorting as long legs cross before himself. “I want even the most unsuspecting to fall to my beauty. -- To grow attracted despite their confusion.” He couldn’t wait to show Harry.

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dont-cho-know:

(Continued from here)

“I mean, I suppose so.” Cho replied, letting out a drunken giggle as she leaned back in the chair she had curled up on. Sure, it was getting late, but there seemed to be no one else awake, so who cared if they were a little loud out in the common area? Not like anyone would be able to hear the pair from their rooms. “Really, I swing both ways, although lately - I dunno, I’ve just had such shit luck with men, maybe I should stop trying with them? Besides, girls are just… Girls.” And with that, Cho nearly lost it laughing at herself, her arms wrapped around herself as if that would keep her from coming completely undone in her fit of laughter. She snickered particularly hard at his mention of being ‘bent’, having to take a moment to calm herself down before she could speak again. “Okay, well if you’re so ‘bent’, is there anyone you fancy? Ooh, maybe I can help set you up with them!”

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At the other’s explanation, Draco can’t help but raise a brow --- not entirely intoxicated, though the other’s laughter is surely infectious. He hums. “I suppose girls do have their charms,” He agrees amiably, grey eyes bright with humor as he allows them to rest upon his giggling companion. “Though I must admit, your explanation is a bit lost on me. -- I, myself, have never entirely understood the appeal. However, to each their own.” As Cho continues on then, Draco’s laughter can’t help but grow a tad inconspicuous. He glances down at his half empty glass; no doubt flushing despite himself. “--- ... I suppose there is someone who’s caught my eye,” He reveals vaguely, a small smile pulling onto his lips as he thinks of Harry. Draco shakes his head. “However, setting me up won’t be necessary,” He assures Cho. 

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lost in the clouds☁️

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parkinsvns:

Pansy frowned, finding that she couldn’t act indifferent anymore. “Draco,” she said, walking up to him and wrapping her arms around him, leaning her head against his chest. After a moment she let go of him, stepping back and looking up at him. “I…” she took a breath. “You may want to video this because it will never happen again. I’m sorry for all of the stuff I said. At least one of us is getting laid, and it doesn’t make you a bad person. Even though your boyfriend is an idiot,” she said. “Feeling guilty is awful. I don’t know how people do it,” she huffed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “I didn’t mean what I said about you being…all those things. You’re not how everyone thinks you are, darling, you’re better.” The dark haired looked down, feeling particularly vulnerable seeing as she never apologized for anything big in her life. “You’re big heart is annoying at times, and you won’t ruin things with Potter. You like him way too much, I mean, look at the lengths you went through just to defend him. You’re my best friend in the entire world and I would never want you to feel shitty about the things I’ve said,” she sighed. “Also, you owe me a new vanity, you beast.”

Even he must admit, the hug takes him somewhat off guard -- a surprised huff passing his lips as grey eyes cast a soft glance in the girl’s direction. Draco hugs her in return, if only briefly, and the world suddenly seems right again. “The git is a rather strong personality, I will give you that,” Draco concedes as the two part; a thoughtful look passing his features then as a sudden thought dawns upon him. “-- Must be my type, given my choice of company. Nonetheless, I haven’t a single expectation for the two of you to suddenly join in a life long friendship. However, I appreciate your apology, darling.” With that, he offers a soft, apologetic smile himself. “I am also sorry for the things I said,” Draco tells Pansy earnestly. “---- Surely you know I didn’t mean it. I was merely -- oh, what’s that muggle saying --” A beat passes as he attempts to find his words. “Grasping at straws,” He finally settles on. “I was feeling rather spiteful at the time, though I suppose you know that already.” A low chuckle leaves Draco then at the mention of the vanity; his bruised fist aching in sympathy. “I’ve never punched a thing in my life,” He laughs incredelously, “I haven’t the slightest idea what came over me. Though, yes, I’ll go into town this week and see what I can find.” A beat passing finally, Draco shifts on his feet; a hand coming up to card through his already disheveled blonde hair. “For the record,” He starts somewhat hesitantly. “Regarding what you said about getting laid, Potter and I haven’t actually...” He trails off, hoping the other understands what his silence means. “We’ve done .. other things, of course. But not --” It’s been a recent subject of anxiety for Draco, and merlin, is he glad to have Pansy back. She might not have any interest in discussing his sex life, however, she would hear about it nonetheless. 

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nectarnsalt:

“It’s that inexplicable Potter charm. I hear his dad was like that too.” He could be incredibly frustrating, and do and say the dumbest things, but it was hard staying mad at him. It took effort to be mad at Harry. If she was being honest with herself, she would know she wasn’t truly mad at him anymore. She did understand where he was coming from even if she completely disagreed. It was more hurt than anger. None of that was something she wanted to share with Draco. It was between her and Harry, and he had his own problems. “Then we should talk about something else. Anything else.”

“Anything else,” Draco agrees, straightening up a bit as he attempts to come up with some semblance of a topic -- faltering despite himself as he grasps for anything. “--- How’s Longbottom, then?” He winces even as the words leave his mouth, though it’s too late; the question already hanging in the air. Draco shifts uncomfortably in his seat, attempting to look confident in his chosen subject. “We’ve talked about my relationship,” He mutters defensively. “It’s only fair we dissect yours now.” 

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cassian-wxxd:

Cassian doesn’t mention anything about how Draco breezes over his statement about them not speaking. But the way he talked about how Cassian knew about his relationship. “I didn’t bring it up because I wanted to anger you,” he responds finally meeting Draco’s eyes. “I was just upset that you hadn’t trusted me enough to tell me, but I suppose now you have a reason why not to trust me again with something like that.” 

Softening ever so slightly despite himself, Draco holds the other’s gaze. “---- If it’s any consolation, we haven’t exactly been public about our relations,” He informs the other. “If it were possible to keep our relationship to ourselves entirely, I think we would have tried. --- I only told Pansy myself, and it was on a whim.” With that, he allows himself a heavy sigh. “I do trust you, Cassian,” Draco tells the other boy honestly. “However, what I have with Harry is ... fragile. I couldn’t risk losing him over a negative reaction.” 

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“you’re really sensitive for a selfish asshole.” (from thalia, idk)

“So I’ve heard,” Draco mutters into his breakfast, his voice soft and offhand. He hasn’t the slightest idea what’s given everybody the impression that they can merely speak to him whenever they please --- though he’s off put, and frankly, he doesn’t like it. Munching on a triangular piece of toast, grey eyes gaze across the table at the other. “--- I suppose the word’s gotten around, then.” Much to his dismay. 

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“why do i get struggles instead of snuggles?”

“Is this a cry for help, Potter?” Draco asks lowly from his position pillowed beside the other; hair slightly askew. Voice rough with sleep. Daylight has yet to break, and yet, there they lay -- whispering like school boys attempting not to get caught as they enjoy their last few moments truly alone. Draco smirks devilishly at Harry as his fingertips trail suggestively across the boy’s naked back. “I could call Weasley in, if you’d prefer?” He goes onto question; tone alight with humor. “I take it he’s quite keen on snuggles from what I’ve heard. --- Is that how the two of you stayed warm on the run, all those years ago?” It’s a difficult subject, he’s aware; though he can’t help but tease all the same. “I suppose the two of you became quite ... friendly out there in the woods.”

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“i’m the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person i know.”

“----- I take it you’ve never met Pansy Parkinson then,” Draco returns flatly as he looks at the other over the top of his newspaper; a blonde eyebrow quirked as he resists the urge to smirk. “You might have rage-filled coined, however, Pansy delivers most threats with a smile on her face; and that, is what true terror is made of.”

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“you’re really sensitive for a selfish asshole.” -- from sonnie bc why not

“I’ve always been taught that feelings cause nothing but harm,” Draco grumbles in return; a rock hurled across the pond as he does his best to make it skip --- though fails spectacularly. “However, is it quite so impossible that I may have them, nonetheless?” He sends an incredulous look in the girl’s direction. “I make one poor decision and suddenly it’s as if I’m no longer human.” Though, he supposes his one poor decision was rather detrimental --- however, he keeps that particular comment to himself. 

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“i’m beautiful and underappreciated.”

In that exact moment, Draco regrets ever instance in which he’s intentionally boosted the boy’s ego --- nearly taking back every word of praise as he merely pins his boyfriend with a sidelong look of exasperation. Potter is a bespectacled atrocity, with hair constantly messy and bordering on primitive. He's unfashionable, reckless, heroic, annoyingly addictive to be around -- These are terrible, undesirable traits — except maybe the fit part — and Draco feels utterly helpless to the traitorous voice in his head, which says that none of these things matter; that while everything about Potter is unpleasant, everything about him is good too. “I suppose you are rather pretty,” Draco comments finally; aiming to bring a blush to the other’s cheeks as he allows his gaze to linger. “--- However, under-appreciated?” He snorts incredelously. “I reckon there’s a statue being erected in your honor as we speak, Golden Boy.”

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“girls are so soft and amazing and nice and beautiful and mysterious and complex and loving and caring. i don’t remember what i was going to say but i’m just gay.“ (and commence drunk cho rambling incoherently)

Given his intoxication, he’s prone to the giggles -- though the other’s sudden rambling leaves him practically in stitches; her admission nearly going over his head. Though he somehow manages to remember that she’d never spoken of being interested in girls previously. “Sounds as if you fancy them enough for the both of us,” He teases gently; a smirk given as he snorts obnoxiously once more. “Though I don’t blame you.” Titling his head back ever so slightly, Draco downs the rest of his drink in one fluent tip. “--- Women are clearly the superior sex. If I weren’t so bent myself, I’d be obligated to agree.”

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“wanna watch this murder documentary with me?” from neville

Draco lifts an eyebrow but chooses not to comment for a long beat. “---- May I ask two questions first?” He finally aims towards the other; expression deadly serious as he merely pins the boy before him with a look of curiosity. “I can only gather two possible reasons you could be asking me of all people to watch a murder documentary with you. -- The first being, you associate me with that of a heartless sociopath.” With that, he pauses; his tone extraordinarily bland. “--- The second being that you’d like me to be creative when I finally choose to end your life. And if that is the case then I appreciate your contributions.” He sips his tea. 

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shittyrpmemes:

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“bro, you look so cute right now. dude, you are so fucking adorable.”

“wanna watch this murder documentary with me?”

“i may act like i’m sassy but if you’re mean to me there’s a 900% chance i’ll cry.”

“i may act like I’m clueless but actually know what’s going on at al times.”

“attention: i need attention.”

“i don’t have a nervous system. i’m a nervous system.”

“drugs? no thanks, the only ‘high’ i need is the natural rush you get from commiting a murder.”

“i think i’m subconsciously trying to ruin my own life.”

“why fall in love when you can fall on the floor and never get up?”

“i try not to sound like an asshole but it’s really hard because i am an asshole.”

“i don’t want to look ‘pretty’, i want to look otherwordly and vaguely threatening.”

“i’m the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person i know.”

“girls are so soft and amazing and nice and beautiful and mysterious and complex and loving and caring. i don’t remember what i was going to say but i’m just gay.“

“i’d love to relax but that’s just not realistic.”

“contrary to popular belief i’m actually soft and have feelings.”

“this could be less hetero.”

“to be honest i just need a hug.”

“why can’t I be mentally chill instead of mentally ill?”

“this is it, this is how i die: lack of attention.”

“are we just friends or is this flirting serious?”

“i have this problem where i isolate myself from civilization and then get upset because i’m lonely.”

“i may be ugly but at least i have an ugly personality too. consistency is key.”

“i don’t wanna get involved in drama i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened.”

“i am bysexual as in i’m not interested, goodbye.”

“i could win an olympic gold medal in being ignored.”

“fill your heart with bees. if someone breaks your heart then they have to deal with the bees.”

“i’m so tired of not being a multimillionaire.”

“i panic a lot of other places besides the disco.”

“which layer of hell do you think you’re going to?”

“my kink is being right.”

“my kink is being home alone.”

“you’re really sensitive for a selfish asshole.”

“i can tell myself to be heartless but in all reality, i have a big heart and can’t treat people badly, that’s just not me.”

“what about netflix and kill?”

“no offense but why does everyone hate me?”

“i’m a strong independent introvert who don’t need no social life.”

“why do i get struggles instead of snuggles?”

“if a conversation goes on too long without being about me, i’m out.”

“i’m small, queer and something to fear.”

“all this sadness is bad for my skin.”

“i’m cute and perfect but also unstable, violent and self-destructive”

“i’m beautiful and underappreciated.”

“she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s me.”

“sorry for being awesome, loser.”

“is ‘no’ an emotion? because i’m feeling it.”

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♬ , ☕

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

Draco enjoys them both -- He loves himself a good cup of coffee, especially on groggier mornings. However, I’d have to say that he prefers tea. A splash of milk and a little honey; because he’s an extra bitch.

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

I bet Draco can carry a tune -- I bet he’s not even half bad. Though I doubt he would enjoy to sing or ever engage in such a frivolous activity. Maybe if someone were to catch him off guard, though he’d never sing willingly.