Indie HP RP. Magic!Anons: none, but accepting. Tracking: drxmeda. Default is post War of Hogwarts.
Fun fact: I was once at a convention where someone cosplayed Draco, and I cosplayed Hermione. Eventually, the person who cosplayed Draco - whom i didnt know at all - bumped into me. Then out of fucking nowhere he just suddenly kneels down and ties the shoelaces he'd accidentally stepped apart. The most hilarious part was when he stood up and said 'don't let this become a habit, Granger' and walked away, I swear to fucking god I have a crush on the dude who cosplayed an asshole
one time i cosplayed as female!Draco and just went around insulting people and making friends by using rude puns. This story of yours is better
Quotes from the Harry Potter Books [9/50]
who runs moaningmxrtle because I miss u
miighthave: | Astoria Greengrass |
she frowns, disliking him in that moment, but hating herself even more.
he was all toothpaste smiles and empty promises and jokes that she didn’t
didn’t find funny until three hours later. he was WRONG, daphne had been
right. he was wrong for her, but in a completely different way. he was wrong
in the way that he said her name and he was wrong in the way that he spoke,
so blatantly, so honestly. he was wrong in the way he felt, in the
owned, the hearts that he wove, with his fickle smiles and thin fingers. he
was wrong, because he was real. he was all emotion and heart and soul,
even if they were not in the right place, and she was not. she was c o l d,
and EMPTY and worn-down, fraying around the edges, stained & weathered,
for time had not been kind. he is, she thinks, a better person than she. so —
yes, she found him interesting, in a curious museum-piece sort of way. he
made her think, made her thoughts spit out madness and nonsense, made
her run and walk and laugh and speak, for the first time in weeks.
❝ two compliments in one hour, do you treat everyone like this ? ❞
she doesn’t answer his question ———- his demanding statement, the
whatever-this-was in his words. no, she just looks at him, like that, all
raw and honest, her words not harsh or unkind but … curious. curious
because it’s the first time she’s had a conversation in weeks, curious to
see if he’ll bite or bark or smile — unpredictable, he seems to be, with a
catastropheunder his skin. there’s a tragedy under her own, and she
wears it like a badge of honour. i SURVIVED myself, it screams, i LIVED
with the car-crash of a soul i was given, the second-hand heart i own.
❝ i’d rather be interesting than
nice, i suppose. anything but that. ❞
thoughtfully she speaks, her thoughts twisting and turning and biting
in her head —— her face no longer so … empty. it’s softer now, more
kind in the light, head tilted slightly, hair moving slightly in the wind,
the last few remaining drops of water clinging to the hair that framed
her face. she is not completely human, no. she’s both machine and
alien and angel and demon. she’s shadow and rubber and glass, she’s
strange, because she has to be. for to become normal was another
h e ll, all together.
❝ Oh, shut up. ❞
The classic response for those who lack a more creative answer
to something that offends them. Draco did not like how she twisted
the purpose of his words. It made him feel like he was under a spot-
light he had no desire to be under, despite how this was his show
and he was the actor of this barmy stage set up for him his entire
life. They wanted well-written lines, masks, and conflict. He would
rather direct those around him —— have the chess board in his hands
for once. Life didn’t work like that. He was always the pawn. Let her
be angry, let her be offended. He’ll simply GRIN in SATISFACTION.
Then again, he is a bit worried. S H U T - U P , two words that are
a command for silence. She was probably told that often, why else
would she be closed off? The answer is she silenced herself. He
is worried. Not because he’ll offend her, no. He lacks compassion
for that sort of thing. He is worried, struck with apprehension because
he doesn’t want her to stop talking. She is a book he is in the process
of analyzing ; a difficult text with small print and complicated structure.
It makes it frustrating. It makes her beautiful in a way, he soon figured.
SO HE LAUGHS —- his voice ringing the air lightly as though he just
delivered a weak punchline that lacked injury. He smiles and glances
at her, empty promises painting his entire face as she remained as
v a g u e and c o m p l i c a t e d and i n t e r e s t i n g as ever.
❝ I’d say the same for myself, actually.
N i c e is rather over-rated. ❞
THEN HE SEES IT , a change in complexion. It’s remarkable, as
though watching as sunlight hits a place that was dark for too long,
watching it flower in colour and light. It makes that smile drop and
then morph into a new one, a more subtle one, a more true one.
E q u a l l y a s r a r e .
I like cards against humanity because it’s offensive and because this is an actual review on their website they chose to publish:
aurxr: | Fay Dunbar |
"You said it yourself you’re a sacrifice,
I’m not, I have a choice right now. And you have
to understand why I’ll make it.”
He needs me. It was her all this time? The person
who was good? But Fay wasn’t good, she was lost,
between fufilling life and seeking death. He promises.
He promises she won’t die, it hurts a lot.Like a knife is
stuck in her heart but if she lets it out she’ll die quicker,
like this is inveitable.
She goes in for the kill. —— Well not really.
It’s more of a sugar light kiss on the cheek
under the cool night air yet she feels unbearably hot.
It’s not meant to be romantic, it’s meant to show compassion,
She leans in. hands clasping for his back, as she
englufs him in a hug. Before whispering into his ear.
"Something’s going to change tomorrow, I can tell but whatever
it is, whatever you’re about to do; I have faith in you Malfoy.
I know’ll do it —— even if it bloody kills us! Just don’t end
up dead, because I um yeah.
I believe Malfoy, I believe in you.”
Grey settled on her steadily despite how much
his voice had ridiculously been shaken. He didn’t
realize it till they both were quiet, but his breath
was fast and panicked. Then she stepped up and
he was trapped. He winced and her face became
close and ——— she kissed him.
His cheek, granted.
But she kissed him.
It defeated him. His shoulders finally collapsed
from the weight that had been on them all year.
His head fell to his chest, his cheek still burning
from where she left her mark. There wasn’t a
trace of humor at all to be found on a face that
belonged to a boy who had a leak in his heart.
He didn’t even feel anything when her arms went
around his lean form, pulled in slightly from the tree
he had been pressing against, and into a hug. He
didn’t feel anything but what he was endlessly
d r o w n i n g. There was a CRACKLE in the sky
above ; Draco almost didn’t believe it was real, a
mere figment of his imagination. After all, the boy
of flames had been rained upon all year long.
However, his eyes drifted up and a single raindrop
splattered against his eyebrow. Her words hit him
next. They hit him, but he was LOST in them.
❝ You’re not making any sense … ❞
His voice was a mutter, his hands still at his sides.
He didn’t hug. Never did — never will. Not even if
it was likely to be the last he would ever have by
the one girl ( the one girl alive anyway ) that he
trusted with the secret he dragged in his shadow
for this entire year. Not even her. And her words
didn’t make sense —- she knows she’ll do it? What?
What was her assumptions?
Why did she believe in the underdog?
She knew this was murder, but did she understand?
No. She couldn’t.
There was a storm coming down now, though. A
light one. It was sure to build into something more.
Beth’s first impression of Hogwarts is that it is nothing
like her mother’s magic. Rosemary had been a timid
woman and her magic had been the same; Beth had
learned simple spells but knew nothing of hexes, curses,
or jinxes until she left the labs. She had thought magic to
be pure and beautiful, had not thought it to be dangerous.
She had been wrong. A war had ravaged the school and
these people and she had not been in it. Beth hadn’t even
thought such a thing to be possible. Oh, she was wrong.
She’s sorted into Slytherin when she enrolls. Bit of a
disappointment, really: Rosemary had been in Ravenclaw.
Beth had wanted to follow in her footsteps— but Arsenic is
strong within her and the hat chooses the house of snakes.
She’s left to find the common room herself and finds it
surrounded by people in emerald robes. A faint stench
stains the air and she recoils from it, disgusted. Could
her mother’s magic really produce pain and revulsion?
“What’s going on?” She turns
to the person closest to her.
“Is something happening?”
「♕ ; ♢ —-
CHAOS WAS IN THE SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM.
It was Monday, and that was one problem. No one liked
Mondays as far as Draco was aware. The second problem
was more of a constant problem —- prejudice. Against them.
The school had always loathed the House with SNAKES as
their mascot. Naturally — they had to pick an animal that
symbolized evil. Not only that, but they were left with the
history that labeled them before they spoke a word or had
a single thought. This was the house that was supposed to
hate and hiss and create havoc. This was the house that
was supposed to be better than everyone else and snicker
at other people’s problems. This year, it was the house that
huddled together when going down the hall, keeping their
words hushed, and avoiding the glares that came when their
emerald eyes were shown. THEY WERE THE TRAITORS.
They were the ones that survived when their families didn’t.
That wasn’t true. They had their loses. They had their struggles.
It was hard to find a Slytherin who was proud of what they did.
Crabbe would be one but he was stupidand dead. People
would think Pansy was one, after all she stood up to send Potter
to his death —- no, she did what she felt she had to. To protect.
There was so many of them that tortured because they didn’t
have a choice. There were some that lived to regret almost
liking it. There were some honestly messed up kids. They were
kids. They were under pressure. There were excuses that would
not be listened to because every excuse was tossed aside. They
were HATED by the school.
Which brings the next problem.
❝ Some arsehat planted a dungbomb in here —
you might want to leave until the smell does. ❞
Draco Malfoy’s voice was muffled as he brought his robes over
his pointed nose, silver eyes glaring in the direction that so many
were fleeing from. He nodded to the exit corridor where everyone
was heading instead. His blood was boiling beneath his skin. He
was sick of this —- the pranks, the hexes, the curses, all for a war
that was over. They survived it and this was their payment?
starmaidenastxria: | Astoria Greengrass |
Of all her secrets, he had to find out about that.
And yet she found herself barely worried.
Everyone expected them to hook up anyway so
no surprises there. It wasn’t like they were meant
to do more than just hook up. Still though, this was an
interesting, unexpected turn of events.
She hadn’t been kissed like this before. Not
by anyone she’d ever dated, not EVER.
And she highly doubted she ever would.
Her own eyes fell shut, finding it easy to just
lose herself in the kiss. Kissing him felt… nice.
Amazing even. She didn’t expect to feel so relaxed,
so at ease while kissing him. The question was no
longer if she liked kissing him or not. She knew the
answer to that one already. No, the real question was—-
had she always wanted to? Yes, she thought automatically.
Yes she did, and it was all his fault. A pleased sigh escaped
her lips, running her hands down the front of his shirt.
Merlin, he was good at this.
There was some heat in this kiss from their spitfire
over such pointless things like games and faults.
He didn’t ever want to stop kissing this girl, he decided.
She was sweet wine, smooth to the taste. He drank her
in, finding the curve of their lips were two puzzles that
needed to meet for so long. As his eyes were closed,
he found himself being lead though the dark in it, a
bright light behind eyelids that held the darkest images
for two long. THIS PEACE COULD BE ADDICTIVE,
he thought so suddenly it made him pull back a degree,
a breath gasping between them before he moved up
again. No, he wouldn’t stop. Just one more. . . just
another second —— minute ——- he could stop whenever
he wanted to ; he didn’t want to stop soon.
The sigh tickled his ears and caused a grin to come to his
lips, spreading his lips to reveal a white grin. The hand
still tangled in her brunette locks, playing with every stand
in his reach as the other one settled on her lower back,
pinching the fabric of her shirt and after a moment, began
to slid it up some so his hand could press against her skin.
❝ —- and here we were
playing a stupid boardgame.
——— G o d … ❞
A ЅɴΑĸE ТНΑТ WAS ❝ They thought I’d die
POΙЅOɴED in the attempt,
ВY НΙЅ OWɴ VEɴOМ. but I’m here❞
✗ P O S T W A R DRACO MALFOY INDEPENDENT RP
✗ e x t r e m e l y book canon & that’s the truth, son.
✗ somewhat selective because I’m cold-hearted and evil obviously
✗ Multi-verse ( can do pre!war if planned / I work my muse to
& fit your timeline ; I also have some insane AUs
multi-fandom that love attention including damned to the muggle
world, safehouse hostage, and dark verse
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✗ MULTI- SHIP
warning: I ship chemistry & I’ll also
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✗Writes para in ‘fancy format ’ , can do short threads to novellas
??? I dunno I write whatever happens to make it work.
✗ been rping for approximately 50000 years
✗ tags my things like nsfw & such so that’s nice
✗ I’m sort of evil but that’s okay so love me also I have a rad
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✗ did I mention I’m an Albus Dumbledore account, if so that’s a lie.
I’m a liar .
and my rules page is very important so please
read it and all it’s questions if you’re a real player.
I’ll be there for youuuuu when you fail at things 😘 you are welcomeeeeeeee. This means you should love me now 5eva.
xx. i have trust issues tho, u dont want my lovvee