#ugh sobs

[ro-bee]

Hmgnmm... Bunny suits.... I'm seeing so many bunny suits....

[avataryasha]

marisha i love u 

[torchsense]

no u don’t understand every time i think about alfred pennyworth being a father figure to bruce wayne i literally start crying it gets me so emotional please never show me posts about alfred raising bruce

[yourpaljughead]

I'm sorry for making everyone wait. My dad has been in an out of the hospital, a family friend got diagnosed with cancer and I'm stress-cracking under my thesis. Trying hard to get my boy back up and running. Please be a little more patient. I will be back - I just don't have a date just yet.

[ryeongs9]

cr. 妖心不改_ScarletJoy

[devilsxbride]

"Are you doing this to upset me?" "I thought you were gone forever." for scorp&art and "We are not getting a pet." for art&pandora :D

sadserotonin I DON’T EVEN KNOW DON’T LOOK AT ME

“Are you doing this to upset me?”

When Scorp first reached out to Art, he was looking for someone to confide in – that is what he superficially believed at least. He’d roped himself into thinking their relationship was more of a therapist /patient one and that whatever he’d say would stay a secret between two of them. It’s just that Scorp had more than that one illusion and haven’t even researched on the said title of muggle therapist to know that they were freed of the ‘protecting client’s privacy’ duty if the privacy meant, for instance, major law breaking. So really, what he expected out of the relationship was nothing short of stupid and it ultimately resulted in both Theodore and him being suspended from Hogwarts for three weeks and their families doing everything in their power (And both Mathers and Malfoys were known for their power) to keep them apart.

He wasn’t sure what exactly inspired the traitor to come visit him in his home, in which he was imprisoned and grounded, but Scorpius wasn’t interested in hearing what Art had to say.

“Too bad no one asked you for your opinion.” Is what Draco (he wasn’t referring to him as father these days, his anger rather growing than subsiding with each moment spent without Theo) said when forcing him down on the chair across the one where Art was seated  and left the two alone.

“I know you’re mad-“ Art started and even without the continuation, those sole words were enough to rile him up. He could feel the red dragon-like monster burning his intestines with the raging fires, scalding his nerves to the point where he had to interrupt Art immediately, even though moments ago he was firmly set in just ignoring the man for however long they had to share a room. “Is that it? Are you doing this to upset me? Because I gotta hand it to ya, you’re real good at that.” Scorpius was certain his cheeks were shaded in reds for his neck and everything above felt so heated that he felt he could explode every second.

“No. I’m doing this for your best. Can’t you see the way he’s affecting you? That what he’s making you do isn’t good?” And Scorpius hated how composed Art was, how his expression was twisted into that ugly compassion because he wanted none of it. He hated being treated like he was some fragile porcelain toy, hated it more than he could ever hate any influence of Theodore’s over him. “Maybe I don’t want to be good. That never crossed your mind, huh? You think you know me just because you want me to be this something you saw deep under. Well, guess what – I’m not your charity case, professor, so you can sod off.” With every spat out word the wildfire within him raged and he couldn’t have cared about the consequences less when he stood up from the chair (and wow, he’s lasted full five minutes, if not less) and kicked it over with a loud clank that he was more than satisfied to see making Art flinch.

When he stampeded out of the room, his father was waiting for him in front of the doors and grabbed his wrist a little too roughly to sit well with him. The testimony of just toxic his relationship with Theo had gotten was what he thought in that moment; if He knew the way you touched me know, he would’ve killed you. And this was his father, his blood, someone he loved whose death he was planning. “You know that the way we grounded you is nothing compared to what else we can do.” His father warned but Scorpius snatched his hand away, his eyes defiant and blazing on Draco’s own “Whatever else you have to do, do it! See if I care. I have nothing to lose.” Nothing, now that I’m without him, he thinks.

“I thought you were gone forever.”

He remembers the conversation they lead months ago and he can’t blame Art for walking away on him, for giving up. Who wouldn’t? His uncontrollable desires and all over the place decisions regarding Theo and Al have stopped being just Scorp’s business long time ago, and he was more than aware of how much of a burdening weight he’d transferred on Art’s back for him to carry. He couldn’t blame him, because this isn’t what he signed up for. He was, admittedly, always fucked up, but lately things have only been getting worse, so it’s natural that he thought “I’ve been doing this for a while and it only has counter effect. I’m wasting my breath, wasting my energy. He’s a lost case.”

And the latter – the latter thought was the worst. Because it’s not the exact wording that Art used, but it was pretty close to that, message loud and clear. Nothing had him feeling like a fuck up, a disappointment like being given up on and from the person he considered more of his father than he did his actual father.

And at this point, he isn’t sure if every choice he’s made was worth losing Art because he had nothing at this point. There were days when he thought I’ll pull out of this, I can find someone else and then there were those when he just wanted to give up, to roughly put it, die. He wasn’t opposed to taking his life but it’s probably hope that those surrounding him weren’t as heartless as he was that kept him afloat on the surface of threading rivers for so long.

It was no surprise that in his game this or that he ended up without either, because that’s what happens when you sit on two chairs with one arse, as his mother would so kindly put it – it’s just that he didn’t think it would feel like this. Rest from emotional turmoil, and both physical and mental exertion it would leave him with by the end of the day offered working with the potions. He’s been getting better at it, with every night after helping professor with stocking and cleaning for the punishment staying for some extra lessons as an award for good behavior. He’s pretty sure if he wasn’t Malfoy, he wouldn’t be awarded for cleaning potions classroom well, but this perk he didn’t quite mind. It helped in distraction from the gap loss of three people he loved the most left in his chest and tonight was no different.

He was working on a Wiggenweld potion when someone entered the classroom and with a glance sideways he discovered that someone being Art. The mere presence of the man he so greatly respected overwhelmed him with emotions, a lump stuck in his throat threatening to choke him “The professor said I could be here for another hour.” He explained, adding the salamander blood to the potion until it turned red, assuming that Art had come to tell him out, but instead the man replied with “I know. I’ve been looking for you, actually.” And he hated just how weak those words could make him, because Art made it sound like he cared when he’d made it so clear that he didn’t by abandoning him when he needed him the most.

There wasn’t really anything he could say, so he let the man continue on his own, if he had something to say. “I heard what happened.” Art added, leaving the space for Scorp’s input but there wasn’t really much to be said. He fucked up, ended up alone, whatever. It wasn’t whatever, but at least now he wouldn’t listen to the whispers of kids about he got mellow and clingy with Theo (even though no one said that, no one would dare, if not for him then for Theo, but he imagined that’s what people talked). They’d probably talk for a while about how he’s moping around now but that’s alright, because they’d give him an excuse to be cruel again and rise up to his infamy through the process of shutting them up.

“Who didn’t?” he replies sardonically, focused on getting the orange tinge of the potion. “I thought you were gone forever.” You said you couldn’t keep doing this anymore, so what are you doing here?

“I was.” Art replies and although Scorp can hear the yet unsaid words behind the confirmation, he cuts the man off before they can be spoken outloud, ignoring the past tense of the word.

“Good.”

We are not getting a pet.

“Sooooooo, I was thinking…” Pandora drags out, her voice pitched high in the way she’d use when having an ulterior motive. Art was familiar enough with it to know, without hearing the rest of the sentence, that it meant: I’m about to ask you something my parents wouldn’t approve but I’m hoping you would. “Don’t look at me that way!” she squealed innocently, feeling scrutinized by Al’s upwards quirked brow conveying the fact that he knew this conversation lead into forbidden forests, figure of speech, of course.

“What is it?” Art gave in, exactly how she expected this to go. The worse she’s been getting at knocking her dads off their feet with her adorableness, the better she was getting with doing it to Art. The pressure of him being the good cop among two bad ones was too big for him to resist, she thought.

“We could get a dog.”

“We’re not getting a dog.” And that was a reply one too fast and it got Pandora silently raging in an instance, but she wasn’t about to throw a loud hissy fit. In fact, she was about to take a whole different approach.

“But you didn’t even hear me out.”

“Don’t have to – your parents had to have a good reason for saying no.”

“Just hear me out. I’ll clean after him, I’ll take him out for the walks…” because that was their excuse for saying no. Scorp said “Al and I don’t have time to take care of a dog. A dog requires at least three walks per day, he has to get trained, and we can’t clean his poop around the apartment. It would be your responsibility and we all know you’d stick to doing it for two days before getting bored. You can’t have a pet just because you want someone to pet when you’re bored.”

“I don’t think you’re old enough to take a dog out for the walks on your own.” Art countered, propelling Panda from where she was seated by the lunch table and drawing and back on her feet until she found herself seated on the sofa next to Art. Maybe the proximity would make the puppy face more successful and she didn’t waste any time on doing anything but cuddling up to the man.

“You and I could take him out on the walks together. We’d spend more time with each other, ‘pa!” She even added the extra touch of tugging onto his sleeve, wrapping herself around Art so tightly like an octopus. Even if he said ‘no’ again, having his fingers scratch her scalp and caress her hair gently was worth the try. So what if she was a bit too cuddly and spoiled, it ran in the family – Art said it himself.

“You already spend half the time here – if you were here any longer, and don’t take me wrong, I’d love that, but you wouldn’t be seeing your parents at all. But I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, even if you’re a menace.”

[furymint]

/disappointed i was so sure i'd get into balmung today...

[humanitystoplevi]

ooc

cries so it's been a while ;; my apologies for 1. forgetting to make a post about my semi hiatus and 2. for just not being here. I've been drained of my muses lately and haven't had any motivation to roleplay for a while. I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but I'll make an attempt to come back-- at least for the summer