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Told you there’s not much to see.

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— you were chosen for the damned. c.k

Draco Malfoy, born June 5th, 1980.

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Joel Kinnaman as Takeshi Kovacs Altered Carbon — 1.02 “Fallen Angel”

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i loved you so much and i couldn’t save you. do you know what that’s like, when your hands aren’t stable enough to hold something so important. to watch your own reflection drop everything precious in this world into the fire. do you know what it’s like to burn alongside, whispering, please, i tried, i swear to god that i tried

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“Tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for: what I am, or what I’m not? Tell me, mother, which should I regret: what I became, or what I didn’t?”

— thoughts of a stray iii | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

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“What’s my biggest fear? Easy. Ending up like my father.”

— Ten word story #39

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“I have done bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.”

— Veronica Roth, Insurgent (via blu3rthanvelvet)

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i will forever be the hurting child, the angry teenager and the lonely adult.

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i like to pretend i’m emotionless but i have at least 200 mood swings a day

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Pushing Harry roughly aside, he knelt over Malfoy, drew his wand, and traced it over the deep wounds Harry’s curse had made, muttering an incantation that sounded almost like song. The flow of blood seemed to ease; Snape wiped the residue from Malfoy’s face and repeated his spell. Now the wounds seemed to be knitting.

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━━     ˊ     𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵.

general : 

full name: draco lucius malfoy. nicknames: draco.  age: forty-nine. date of birth: june 05. pronouns: he / him. blood status: pureblood. house: slytherin. alignment: the order of the stag ( undercover ). code name: dragon. occupation: auror for the ministry of magic.

physicality : 

faceclaim: joel kinnaman. hair color + eye color: blonde & silver. height: 5’9. other notable features: hallowed looking cheekbones, dark circles surrounding his eyes, pale complexion, & hidden/faded death eater tattoo on his left forearm.

magic : 

daemon (patronus) : dragon.  mirror of erised : there is peace within the wizarding world with his son finding the happiness he deserves. draco just gets to watch him grow & lead a life he never could or deserved.  wand type : hawthorn, 10” inches, unicorn hair. boggart : when he was younger, it was disgracing his father / today, it’s his son hating him or losing him to death.  amortentia : to be determined. 

family tree : 

mother : narcissa malfoy ( resurrected ). father : lucius malfoy ( resurrected ). partner : astoria malfoy (née greengrass) resurrected. children : scorpius malfoy ( adopted ).

head canons to add : infertility, trauma, death, dismembering mentions, & grief tw

when the second war came to a close, the malfoy name remained tarnished due to his father's unyielding faith in the dark lord. even with the pardon's that came following his mother's help toward harry, draco knew that there would be a cast over his name for the remainder of his life. at least, that's what he'd firmly believed with his father still alive. due to the family wealth, he did not have to hold a profession. for a great deal of his early twenties, he spent it without a job -- living off the family means. social gatherings came as a means for draco to mingle but with the lingering betrayal of the dark lord, most pureblood families turned their noses to him. lonely was the heir of malfoy manor. 

astoria greengrass came into his life unexpectedly. having been daphne's friend in school, he never looked at the younger of the greengrass sisters. she'd been a year his junior and his interests had always lied elsewhere. she was inviting. warm. her wit was as sharp as her tongue and he admired that she didn't dote over him. at least, not at first. she was different from most pureblood women. she had a kindness that seemed to be unrelenting, unlike her sister. it took about a year but in time, draco malfoy found himself in acceptance. he loved astoria more than he believed he was ever capable of love. 

they wedded at the manor one spring evening. despite both his parents being unsure of the marriage to the youngest greengrass, in time acceptance was met by them as well. he loved her fiercely. defended her honor even for the smallest of things. it was summer into their first year of marriage when she told him that she wanted a child. it was the summer that followed when they discovered that she was barren. 

it took them time to process that they were never to have their own biological child. astoria took it hardest, knowing that she wasn't able to provide draco an heir. he didn't take it as hard. he believed the malfoy bloodline should end with him. that was until the idea of adoption came into astoria's mind. she pleaded with draco to consider and it took him no time to oblige his wife, knowing that she wanted more than anything to be a mother. while he never saw himself fit to be a father, he couldn't ever argue when it came to her. 

for never believing in being a father, draco seemed to eat his words when scorpius came into their lives. a bright eyed, gentle baby boy that had a curious resemblance to draco despite not sharing genes. he was intelligent and persistent. stubborn yet timid. he was everything that draco wasn't and yet all he hoped to be. the malfoy parents fell in love with their boy. and oh, did draco love him. he was convinced he would never love anyone so much as he loved his son. he vowed from that day on that he would never be anything like lucius was when he was a boy. he would be patient, even when he had none. he'd be understanding, even when he disagreed. he would be gentle, even though his hands were stained with war. astoria would convince him that they would raise him to have no pureblood ideologies. that he would be accepting and honorable to all wizards and non-magical folk alike. never did he think it would be possible but -- draco malfoy agreed. 

there were many times after the second war that draco considered removing the tattoo that felt like a weight along his arm. though he knew that it was nearly impossible with the blood oath that he took when the dark lord graced him with the burning ink on his arm. he chose it, like the dark lord chose him. he often even considered dismembering it in the effort of turning away from all that his bloodline — that his father — got him into. when his son was born, he debated heavily on it. never wanting the curse of his family’s name to harm him any more than it already would. it wasn’t until scorpius was older that draco showed it to him in an effort to show him that he must always stand up for what was good. a lesson learned. a generational curse broken for a better life for his son. 

narcissa passed in the autumn before scorpius would begin school. her death came quickly. in few short months, he was grasping at the idea of letting go of his mother until it hit. draco never had been less prepared. she was buried in the malfoy cemetery, his father beyond himself in grief to the point where he was inconsolable. draco tried to extend the consolation to his father but in the end, their feud was years past the point of reconciliation. even if narcissa wanted it for them. he would grieve narcissa for a year after she took her leave from this world.

parenthood fit draco well, even if it took him a while to get his footing. he invested in every interest scorpius had. every talent, he wanted to help mold into brilliance. astoria and draco would soon find themselves awaiting every moment that he was in school at hogwarts to hear from him by owl. they would never miss a response to his letters. 

it was the spring of scorpius' rest from school in his third year when draco would come home from an outting at hogsmeade. astoria had explained her plans of gardening with their son while he was home, knowing that he'd enjoy sitting with a book while she tended to the garden as she always liked to. long forgotten was the headaches that were so persistent when their son returned from school. as he apparated back into the manor, the stillness was eery. the quiet outside the trees that swayed in the sunlight found itself to be dreadful when he called out again and again for his wife. for his son. no answer. just quiet. entering the garden was a memory that would replay in his mind for years and years to come. the blood that pooled out of his wife's ears, sticking to her ebony locks. life was gone from her eyes as their son sat still in front of her in a case of shock. ' what happened? scorpius, what happened?! ' his son wouldn't have the words to tell him until a week after they buried astoria in the malfoy graveyard. he would grieve his wife until his final breath.

lonely were the halls of malfoy manor. with just him inside, draco found that grief was all consuming when half of a person's heart was in the ground. sleep never came and when it did, it never fully took him. memories became taunting and the bed that was once shared in union seemed to grow cold. he would make his bed in his study. unable to share the same bed that once served as refuge for both him and his love. for a while, he felt like the ghost of malfoy manor -- roaming the halls until he found solace in numbing the pain with a tonic or two. he waited for scorpius' letters. he would reply hurriedly and would lay in waiting for the next to come. time never healed but with scorpius' aid, draco soon began to stand on his two feet once more. 

despite many efforts to rid himself of his past, he was met with quite a few challenges at first in the ministry. though draco had all the familial wealth to never work, he intended to become an auror to shed himself of the death eater name. with every challenge came the acceptance that he wasn’t doing this for anything or anyone else but for his family. he eventually moved up in ranks and when he finally was able to be trusted by the ministry, he was shockingly met with a dinner at malfoy manner made by his son. the pride that swept through him was enough to make him realize that even if his parents old, closed minded ways never changed — his true family would always be with the youngest malfoy.

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Joel Kinnaman as Takeshi Kovacs

ALTERED CARBON (2018-2020)

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Joaquín Nin, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940

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d r a c o // inspiration

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— Nipuna Mehta (via @nipsyyy)

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        D R A C O    M A L F O Y Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

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Joel Kinnaman as Takeshi Kovacs

ALTERED CARBON (2018-2020)