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hello, storm! do you have other blogs? <3

‘ello nonnie darling !! yis, i do ! i only have one other blog, a semi canon divergent tifa lockhart from ff7. found at @kissafist say hello some time!

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lit meme — characters ∟  draco malfoy  ( harry potter )

I mean he’s sensitive, people bully him, too, and he feels lonely and hasn’t got anybody to talk to, and he’s not afraid to show his feelings and cry!

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@llvgd

hp aesthetic → draco malfoy & luna lovegood’s friendship

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“ you’re still the same idiot from first year. ”

they’re not fighting, not really. malfoy resembles a ghost, wan and indistinct, startlingly alien, and harry — harry dreams of train stations that precede time, of places no breathing boy should know, and it makes him, too, strange to his peers. mostly, they are at an impasse — stranded in no-man’s-land, too much of the past in them, stuck while the clocks rush on. malfoy’s voice fans out in the sparsely furnished room, a sudden tear in an otherwise tranquil autumn afternoon, and harry laughs, a harsh, artless sound. he studies draco with dark, curious eyes, a smile hooked to the corner of his mouth, wry. the way he tips his head to the side is nothing but mocking. around them, dust glimmers and fresh daylight pushes against the gloom that, inevitably, gathers in every old place. harry leans into a swipe of light, almost always cold. 

they’re not fighting, no, but they can’t feign peace either.    ‘  you wanted to be that idiot’s friend, draco. what does that make you? devastatingly lonely?  ’    @rdmptnn !!

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                      MEMES.  /  NOT ACCEPTING !

@nochce​

O’  SWEET  MOON  CHILD  ,  how  your  natural  senses  shines  against  diversity  /  silvery  gaze  pledge  upon  the  horizon  ,  her  soft  spoken  soliloquy  clenched  into  a  fragile  tempo.  a  soft  hum  uplifted  solemn  melody  and  when  the  raven  moves  ,  she  skips  across  the  dirt  and  rubble  ——  her  feet  bare  ,  and  it  sinks  onto  the  ground.  her  astute  senses  listening  to  the  hush  whispers  of  gossips  and  rumors  ,  each  one  directed  at  her  ,  yet  she  pays  them  no  mind.  she  knows  people  think  of  her  as  odd  ,  why  else  would  they  refer  to  her  as  LOONY  LOVEGOOD  behind  her  backs.  but  she  doesn’t  care  ,  she  never  did.  luna  had  always  been  those  remarkable  people  who  was  sincerely  comfortable  with  herself.  she  is  happy  ,  she  believes  ,  even  more  so  after  the  war.  it  changes  people  ,  and  she  was  no  different.

she  has  found  peace  within  herself  /  acceptance  too.

minding  only  to  her  own  business  ,  she  follows  the  beat  to  her  own  melody.  hand  picking  up  stems  of  bluebells  ,  wildflowers  ,  and  daffodils  ,  she  creates  her  own  bouquet.  (  it  is  springtime  now  )  ,  and  she  had  always  carried  to  habit  of  bringing  her  own  flower  arrangements  for  her  common  room.  it  has  been  that  way  ,  since  first  year  ,  and  she  is  glad  to  continue  this  tradition  even  now.  lifting  herself  up  ,  she  continues  down  the  familiar  corridor.  her  feet  touching  the  cold  stones  as  she  navigates  away  from  the  crowd  of  students.  movements  to  the  right  ,  movements  to  the  left  ,  she  cradles  her  flowers  like  an  infant  so  close  to  her  chest.  she  looks  around  ,  and  eventually  her  gaze  captures  the  form  of  the  malfoy  heir.  he  is  alone  again  ,  luna  finds  herself  concluding  as  her  head  tilting  to  the  side  ,  before  making  her  way  towards  him.  

   ❝  hello  ,  draco.  ❞  she  greets  him  with  the  same  dreamy  tone  as  before  ,  her  free  hand  waving  at  him  with  the  same  familiarity  as  ever.  she  knows  it  bothers  him  ,  he  doesn’t  like  it  when  people  he  doesn’t  consider  his  friends  call  him  by  his  name.  however  ,  to  luna  ,  he  was  her  friend  ——  even  if  it  seems  one-sided.   he  is  lonely  now  ,  she  can  see  it  on  his  face  and  even  more  so  when  he   tenses  up  and  attempts  to  ignore  her.  (  he  is  feeling  guilty  too  )  ,  luna  knows  that  looking  at  her  brings  back  memories  of  that  time  in  the  manor  of  his  own  cellar  ,  she  must’ve  looked  rather  terrified  then  ….  and  dirty  too.  

  ❝  you  looked  like  you  needed  a  friend  ,  may  i  sit  with  you  ?  ❞  she  doesn’t  wait  for  an  invitation  and  takes  her  own  seat  right  next  to  him.  ❝  it’s  a  lovely  day  today  ,  don’t  you  think  ?  ❞  her  one  sided  conversation  carries  on  ,  and  she  doesn’t  mind  the  fact  that  he  was  ignoring  her.  she  empathizes  with  him  greatly  ,  and  perhaps  it  was  because  of  that  he  feels  rather  disturb  of  her.  ❝  i  was  picking  some  flowers  today.  many  of  them  just  bloomed  …  did  you  know  that  freshly  pick  flowers  keep  the  wrackspurts  away  ?  your  head  is  filled  with  them.  ❞

she  doesn’t  need  her  infamous  spectrespecs  to  see  these  invisible  creatures  ,  she  can  just  see  it  on  his  head.  it  fluttering  around  his  thoughts  and  its  fading  away  ,  he  just  doesn’t  know  it  yet.  she  picks  up  a  flower  :  blue  bells  and  pulls  it  up  to  his  view.  ❝  may  i  put  this  on  you  ,  draco  ? i  think  you’ll  feel  better  if  you  do. ❞  she  places  a  single  wildflower  on  the  back  of  her  ear  for  demonstration  ,  ❝  it  doesn’t  look  that  silly  ,  and  it  will  make  me  very  happy.  ❞  she  persisted  again  ,  a  kind  smile  naturally  etch  onto  her  complexion  ,  he  doesn’t  say  anything.  and  she  can  argue  that  he  didn’t  say  no  either.  she  takes  it  as  permission  ,  and  before  long  she  brushes  the  loose  strands  on  his  hair  and  places  the  bluebells  around  his  head.  its  a  flower  crown  now  ,  and  just  like  that  she  feels  the  wrackspurts  disappearing  from  his  head.  

  ❝ —  there  ,  you  look  very  pretty  draco.  the  flowers  really  compliments  both  your  facial  structure  and  natural  complexion. ❞

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nochce --> rdmptnn

@llvgd said rdmptnn was a better url. so in this house we listen to ailli aoowww ;3

in all seriousness, because i am taking the redemption arc approach and utilizing that as my angle in portrayal, i thought a url change was needed. plus, i like the individuality and autonomy it yields. notice how both themes are ones our dragonboy lacks until during/after the war. 

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❛    if truly i am cursed today, let water wash the hex away.   ❜

                                   ＮＯＣＨＣＥ．         →          𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

LET  THE  SCION  BE  MORE  COMPETENT  THAN  LUCIUS.  though  .  .  such  a  feat  would  not  be  too  difficult,  assuming  the  boy  able.  he  was  eager  to  please  and  held  an  unearthing  determination  to  make  himself  of  use  ( and  by  that,  worthy  of  the  cause  he  has  long  drawn  out;  HIS  CAUSE ).  we  must  not  judge  the  son  for  the  sins  of  his  father.  mayhaps  then  he  may  bring  respect  to  the  malfoy  name;  give  thanks  to  the  patriarch  who  lost  it  in  his  cowardice.

❛      ———  YOUR  LIQUID  COURAGE  IS  INSPIRING,   ❜   his  voice  slips  out  in  a  hiss,  marred  in  expectation.  as  one  could  destroy,  one  could  create:  the  power  of  what  one  could  do  could  not  be  understated,  for  it  was  the  EFFECT  of  one’s  actions  that  lived  well  after  their  end.  almost  a  shame  that  draco  would  not  live  to  see  HIS  come  to  fruition  dynasties  after.

❛    LET  THIS  BE  THE  COURSE  THAT  GUIDES  YOU.   ❜  humourous  though  to  imagine  the  best  from  a  boy  who  could  not  even  put  HARRY  POTTER  in  his  place  on  school  grounds.  a  school  boy  with  no  beguiling  charm,  draco  will  be  guided  to  the  ruinations  of  the  house  of  malfoy  alongside  the  damnations  his  father  and  mother  make,  with  none  to  blame  but  themselves.

to  IMAGINE  pure  -  bloods  entirely  righteous  whence  none  are  truly  safe  from  the  squallor  of  their  OWN  incompetence,  they  will  see.

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It is exceptionally lonely, being Draco Malfoy. I will always be suspected. There is no escaping the past.

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“It is not our enemies that defeat us,                                     It is our fear.”

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“If you find me offensive. Then I suggest you quit finding me.”

his mouth curves, slow and deliberate, a cardboard cutout of a smile; gutted of any kindness. a chill looms in the air, gunmetal-sharp, and mists his breath. harry shakes his head and exhales softly, silently, his eyes hooded. the cold catches at the back of his throat and pools between his bones, and he — he is too tired to fight, too fuzzy around the edges, a photograph yellowing exponentially.  ‘  bold of you to assume I was looking for you, malfoy.   ’  a moment passes, heavy and taut with history. harry braces his shoulder against a pillar, the sudden rustle of fabric almost jarring in the thickening silence. when he speaks again, there is no venom in his voice, only a dryness bordering on factual.  ‘  don’t flatter yourself.  ’

it’s late, far past curfew, and the sky is an inky sea, fathomless. a promise of snow hangs between them, palpable, and harry knows he shouldn’t linger — wonders at the flash of pity in his chest, the bile in his throat. whatever draco does, or doesn’t, is of no consequence to him. he studies him — the hunch weighting his body, the paleness of his skin, his lonesome silhouette in the night — and hesitates, recognition and a galling sort of familiarity lancing through him.   ‘  what are you doing? wooing death? brooding?  ’    @nochce

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Malfoy Pride

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( repost, don’t reblog. )

tagged by: @devilglow ( a darlingg ! thank you ~ )  tagging: @boymartyred , @llvgd , @vaillance , @lunecharm , @anguisa , @solcharm , @championmourned , @toujoursfleure , @reignpure , @ofrhapsodes , @mournedhim + whoever else ~

ONE ( NAME / ALIAS ): storm / ari. 

TWO ( BIRTHDAY ): july 6

THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): cancer

FOUR ( HEIGHT ): 5′1

FIVE ( HOBBIES ): gym, binge tv shows, politics, rp, hmmmm i need more hobbies. since i’m no longer a student, more hobbies needed. maybe basket weaving ? ha! yeah right.

SIX ( FAVOURITE COLOUR(S) ): neutrals. pink. turquoise. 

SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ): i’m more of a short story type. reading college texts books took the thrill from reading books tbh, i’ve got commitment issues with that. i’ll take recommendations tho for summer reading! any how, kurt vonnegut, shirley jackson, toni morrison, kate chopin, etc. the art of the short story by dana gioia has been my best friend. 52 different writers and their literary techniques and suggestions in writing, i DIE. yes. that’s my kind of jam. 

EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO: ): solo de mi - bad bunny. 

NINE ( LAST FILM WATCHED ): into the spiderverse ! ( this was actually the last one i saw too cath !!! lol ) 

TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ): aesthetics, poems, researching him, pinterest, music, etc. 

ELEVEN ( DREAM JOB ): school counselor, i do it already. yay !

TWELVE ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): i stand by the notion that our boy had no choice, wasn’t given much of a choice. it was either, kill dumble.dore or you and your fam die. it wasn’t like he could ask ha.rry or anyone else on the opposing side for support, they wouldn’t have believed him. so, no choice. 

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‘ some names will always be cursed ’

poetry starters - accepting !

     ❛  your arse will always be cursed,’ ; a snarl rumbles in his chests and resonates past his teeth. his hands fist subconsciously, readied to defend his family’s name. yes, the malfoy name did not hold the prestige and awe it once did. now, it was sullied by the ever brand of death eater. a branding he harbored and could never separate from. ❛ sod off before i smash your nose in again. no amount of episkey will heal it this time.’ 

/ @boymartyred