#dark mark

[praenomer]

The Lovers is a card of choice

[ernest-pamphilow]

holding hands :з

[youhaveforgottenmealready]

Over and over and OVER AGAIN

"Same snake, different skin. Always spinning his yarns. His webs. His LIES. I always thought that you were trapped in his games; perpetually plunging down the rabbit holes of his stories. Helpless. Lost. I KNOW THE FEELING. Perhaps I'm the crazy one. Perhaps we've met a hundred times already, and you simply don't remember it. Perhaps you're tired of me repeating myself over, and over, and over, and over, and over, AND OVER AGAIN. Maybe you just miss my pretty face. It doesn't matter. People like you only want one thing, and it's disgusting: You want answers. Well, games were always his forte. But allow me this one moment of self-indulgence. So much trouble, all for something so small. Do you really want to know what's inside this box? The truth--not the lies he's told you--but the truth? I know how much you love a good game, so, throughout this Heist, I have hidden codes. Several codes. Find them all and...you'll get your truth. But that's all I'm gonna give you."

Nobody gives a monologue like Darkiplier. NOBODY.

[aelia-posts]

It's post-jegulus dark mark break up, and Regulus starts transforming into his cat animagus almost nightly to escape the nightmare that is both his dreams and life.

One day he falls asleep in his wander around the halls and wakes up to find himself curled up next to a fire in James's lap. His immediate instinct is to leave. He doesn't deserve the affection. But the warmth warmed his bones in a way he hadn't been able to be since they broke up, and the cat mind had always been more selfish in it's deeds....

So he stays and just soaks in the warmth and affection he knows he doesn't deserve and will never have again, savouring every single moment.

Unkownst to Regulus, James knew it was him.

[cndarts]

scene from chapter 17 of the fic "where the light begins" by thewitchwholived ✨🤍

[crackedactor5]

James(staring at Regulus across the great hall): you know what sucks? your ex getting the dark mark(sighs) Lily(looking at Barty): god i hate it when that happens Remus(staring at Evan): tell me about it James:...

[dara-art]

Dramione & a drop of despair on the bedroom floor

“It didn’t work. I didn’t make it, Hermione. I was so weak… I despise myself” – his whisper was one of despair and pain. He was one of despair and pain.

Draco let out a loud sob and choked back a sob. Only hot tears poured from his eyes, soaking the hem of her nightgown.

Hermione tried not to look at his blood-soaked forearm. It was a terrible sight. Despite the meaning of the old mark on his arm, all Hermione felt was compassion.

The witch's warm fingers stroked his hair and then moved down to his shoulders. "I'm here. I'll always be here," she didn't say the words, but she put them into her touch. Draco leaned into her hand, absorbing the comfort of her presence.

An old mark, a reminder of a terrible past. A past that ended in redemption and forgiveness from others, but still demanded forgiveness from himself.

Perhaps one day he would receive it. Hermione hoped so, as she watched the tears dry on his eyelashes and sleep gently embrace him, soothing his pain.

[fallintomidnight]

Sirius gave him a safe childhood and Regulus vowed to give him a better adulthood.