innocence died screaming

amycus apollo carrow, slytherin, beater honey you're familiar like my mirror years ago idealism sits prison, chivalry fell on it's sword innocence died 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔, honey ask me i should know i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door

[am-a-c-u-in-hell]

wiitchcrvft​:

she sat quietly, and she listened, running her fingers over the edges of her nails to keep her hands busy, to keep from reaching out and taking his in her own. because he was right, she couldn’t forgive him so easily, but the ache for him only strengthened as he spoke. “do you even need me for this conversation?” she tried to laugh but it didn’t help. he was saying everything he needed to say and she wondered how many times he had practiced the words. “so how do we move forward?” she wanted him to know because for once she didn’t. all she knew was that she loved him, he was her soulmate an it would be stupid to give up on that over this. 

he can’t help the chuckle that escapes him; he hears the near laugh die on her lips, but even dark, her humor always tickles him, even when he’s got his tail between his legs like this. “of course I do,” he insists, standing and moving back around the table, taking a knee at her side – and almost reaching eye level. “I know I have a lot to make up for. I want to. I can do it. and I can stop making promises without keeping them. just because my sister puts up with that, doesn’t mean you should, neither of you should, and that’s on me. i am sorry, princess.” he lays his hand in her lap, palm up, an offering like the one and only day everything had been simple. “i want to prove to you i can be the man you believe I am, because that’s who i want to be, not the one i’ve been determined to be to spite my father.”

[am-a-c-u-in-hell]

wiitchcrvft​:

it wasn’t her intention to have this conversation, but once he got started she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop him. a sigh escaped her as she stopped reading and finally looked up at him, a mistake because he looked so lost and it ripped a hole in her heart. she missed him, she wouldn’t deny that but she’d had valid reasons for breaking up with him. except right now she couldn’t remember what they were. an apology meant a lot to her and she knew how much it took for him to say it. it shouldn’t change anything but it did, it did for her and she nodded at him, tears in her eyes. “amycus, sit down please.” she gestured to the chair in front of her, if they were going to talk she didn’t want to strain her neck by staring up at his height for hours, he was really much too tall for his own good. “i still trust you, that doesn’t just go away.” she was disappointed though, she couldn’t stop the hurt either but she wanted to. 

a privilege lost was hard earned back, and amycus knew that well enough. he expected nothing, knew he deserved nothing, and yet .. that thrill inside him when she looked at him? that was still his. and the guilt in his heart knowing he was at least one of the reasons she had tears in her eyes, that was his too. so, amycus was letting out his own sigh as he moved around the table and took the seat offered, folding himself down as he sat so as not to tower over her. “i won’t lie and say that doesn’t make me happy, but.. I don’t get off that easy, and we both know it. I broke that.” his arms are still crossed, thumb back in his mouth, but gods, he can’t stop looking at her, and the hurt all over her face breaks his heart all over again - which is exactly what he deserves. he knew that, too.  “being in love with you, being sorry, that doesn’t make up for the fact that i promised you i would do anything for you, no matter what, and then didn’t follow through. you asked me to be your partner, and I wasn’t a real partner. i was only half there at best, and i didn’t try as hard as i could’ve. sorry doesn’t make up for that. it isn’t trustworthy behavior.”

[am-a-c-u-in-hell]

wiitchcrvft​:

losing herself in her studies was easy enough to do, she had her work spread out on the table enough that no one would think of joining her, or at least they’d think twice about disturbing her. it was late, she knew that much but not what time it was exactly when the last person she expected to see appeared. well, actually a basket appeared and she looked up a second after to see him, chest tightening at the sight of the boy she loved but had given up. he sounded so lost, so sincere and she softened for a moment at his words. but then she felt herself stiffen right back up “you’ve been watching me?” she didn’t like that but it wasn’t entirely unexpected considering how recent their break up was, he didn’t easily let go of anything in his life, and she fancied herself important to him despite the words she’d spoken to end things. 

“can’t exactly help it,” he said, shrugging, “but it’s not like i’m going out of way not to, either.” at least that was honest, right? “you never look after yourself enough, and I know I blew all my chances to be the one looking after you, but... that still doesn’t mean i’m just gonna stop,” he scoffed, the sound almost a chuckle. maybe it was just a single question, but it was more than she’d said to him in days, and it made him feel the slightest bit little brighter for a moment. with  arms folded across his chest, he raises a fist, biting the tip of his thumb. it’s hard, harder than he thought it’d be, to be in front of her right now, biting back a thousand things he’d like to say, things he’d like to take back. “I just,” he starts, taking his thumb from his lips, “i’m sorry. I am. I know it doesn’t change anything, princess, but I am so f...” he caught himself, “i’m sorry that I hurt you, when you trusted me not to.”

[malc0lmfreberg]

[rvbvstn]

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[alcvrrow]

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[frcnklcngbottom]

FRANK LONGBOTTOM + RABASTAN LESTRANGE + AMYCUS CARROW + EMMETT SELWYN - THE HIMBO SQUAD MOODBOARD (1/∞)

“find your tribe and love them hard” 

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[knightlorena]

Emma Vanity + Amycus Carrow moodboard

“Meet me in the common room after curfew? I feel like making a trip to the kitchens.” 

@am-a-c-u-in-hell

[janployshompoos]

[am-a-c-u-in-hell]

@rvbvstn

[emmcttslwyn]

—— one can’t function without the other  frank longbottom, rabastan lestrange, amycus carrow, and emmett selwyn

running with all of my brothers

i always wondered how far we could go

if we could  B R E A K  though the ceiling above us 

there’d be no point of us looking below 

we could be free

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[am-a-c-u-in-hell]

vanityems‌:

“If you tell anyone I cried, I will kill you.” She didn’t even know why she was crying right now, it was more tears of frustration than anger, but she didn’t want anyone else to see her like that. 

@am-a-c-u-in-hell​

“like they’d even believe me,” he said, laughing a little as he stepped forward to fold her into a hug, same as he always did. “it’s fine, ems. it happens. but you gotta stop so you can tell me what the scout said. did you talk to him?”

[am-a-c-u-in-hell]

rvbvstn‌:

rabastan grinned, removing his dressier robes from the meeting. “i got three offers so far am, three. that’s just — i’m so pleased, it’s great mate.”

“three! fuck great, that’s amazing. you’ve already got options, and the season’s not even over yet! who even was that guy, where’s he from?” excited was an understatement, but proud didn’t quite seem to cover it, either.

[rvbvstn]

“yeah we lost the match but just barely, i just finished my interview with the scout though and it’s all looking really good. i’m ready for a party to be honest, merlin knows we could use one.”

[am-a-c-u-in-hell]

the party, yeah, that was a given, but amycus... he didn’t have the patience for the suspense. “why why why are you doing the thing??? you know i hate the thing, just tell me! what did he say? is it good? is it great?? tellmetellmetellmetellmetellme.”

[am-a-c-u-in-hell]

vanityems‌:

“I’ll take your word for it.” She did her best not to care too much what her parents thought and most of the time she didn’t, but it’s been worse since everything with Sirius happened. She just wished her parents would move past it like she did. “The cupcake beneath the icing is though. That’s all carbs. I would argue that a smoothie of blended fruits does constitute as food. So I’m not not eating, I’m just not eating solid food before games. I wouldn’t risk my ability to give one hundred percent on the pitch. You know how much I love Quidditch.”

he laughs, and it’s easy to do, because if she’s determined to dwell on her mother’s disappointment, there’s no stopping her, but he could still distract her with other things, and he’s always been pretty good at that. “carbs are good for you,” he insists, rolling his eyes. “a smoothie is almost eating, though, so i will accept that, but you didn’t make me one, so i guess i’ll never know for sure.” He does know full well how she feels about their sport, though, and finds himself relenting. they’re going to have a tough match today, and he knows that once they’re in the air, he won’t have anything to worry about when it comes to emma beyond keeping the bludgers off of her.  “i know, i know. alright, how about this, then? i eat my cupcake, as originally planned.... but you have to eat the icing.”

[am-a-c-u-in-hell]

ofakesnakes‌:

Arching one of his eyebrows at the endearing nickname, he then hummed and nodded when the annoyance was finally gone. Patting the spot next to him, Lucius tilted his head to the side. “Well the torn on our side is now gone. So why not join me in the solitude?” he asked. Normally he wouldn’t invite people to sit down with him. But Amycus was different. He was someone who entertained Lucius which was quite nice. 

“for now, anyway. i’ll probably find him later, give him the round two he didn’t ask for.” he sits with a wicked grin, amused by both the idea of second helpings later, and the idea that he’s not the thorn, but he lets both thoughts go easily, relaxing on the bench beside lucius as he spreads himself out. “solitude is overrated,” he says, chuckling, “you need chaos. but that’s what i’m here for. so! quidditch after party.. you’re gonna show your face, yeah? not gonna make me come find you and drag you in for some fun?”

[lexiesloan]

Frankie, I hate to tell you this…

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vanityems‌:

Emma stuck her tongue out when he was laughing at her, not caring that it was childish. “My dad’s more of a strong and silent type. He just likes to look at me with disappointment.” She rolled her eyes. “I don’t have solid foods before games. Only liquids. And it’s not stupid. I play better on an empty stomach.” 

the tongue earns her a grin, amycus amused by the move. “you know, ems, once you get that look enough times, it loses its edge. stop giving it weight, and it’s not so heavy after a while.” still, he’s not a fan of emma’s training choices, and has no qualms about attempting to destroy them. “icing isn’t really a solid food, to be fair, and it is stupid, but if you’re going to do stupid things like not eat, and risk a serious injury due to your own self sabotage, then you might as well enjoy a little sugar while you’re at it.” 

[knightlorena]

“There’s nothing quite like waking up to a howler from your mother, is there?” She’d been woken up to her mother’s high pitched screaming about her being a disappointment and not representing the Vanity name well. Not the best feeling, needless to say. 

[am-a-c-u-in-hell]

“wouldn’t know, mine don’t bother.” he snorted a dark laugh out, but shrugged a moment later. “if it’s anything like waking up to a howler from the old man, though, i bet you’re having a real fun morning. cupcake? or are you doing some stupid training diet again?”