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marauders fanfic and oc-related content (-> I took a sprinkle of canon and ran with it, and by canon I mostly mean names)

Original Character: Belshazzar Crouch (masterlist under the cut)

ao3 | currently working on:

The Sin That Binds Us All

My Dearest Enemy

microfics under the tag multa paucis

minors proceed at your own risk.

loontattoo

see unfortunately I have this condition where if I am not explicitly told that I am a part of the ingroup then I will assume I must be part of the outgroup

#I believe it’s called autism #<- prev #i'm like a vampire; i must be invited in #undiagnosed yet the signs are there #lunch break

Hello my dear Major <3

Would you please be so kind and enlighten us about Professor Osmond Edwin Aldrich? (I’m vibrating in my seat when I think about his and Belsh’s dynamic)

Hello, my dearest hurricane. I see, the old man has gotten your attention. Very good. He'd love to have it.

I already talked to irene about Osmond a little, which resulted in this answered ask and this moodboard of our... professor. Especially in the answered ask, I've gone into depth and detail, so I recommend checking those out if you want a long-ish answer to your question (but please don't hesitate to ask more. It is better than drugs, Jeremy). However, I fear I have not been entirely honest to you. Osmond is not a professor — at least, not outside of WCAGA. In MDE, for example, he is the district governor and, therefore, a man of even more importance. And that is the important thing: power. Osmond can be anything as long as he remains in a position of power. This is the point of his character; he's the mentor who ruins. And Bénja is too besotted with him to notice.

Both Crouch Snr and Bénja's mother have been well-established, well-recognised, and successful people. Frankly, Crouch Snr has lost some of Bénja's respect ever since the divorce of his parents, which is to no small extent Liza's fault, but the respect Bénja harbours for his mother remains unchanged. Ever since her career-ending injury, she has placed all her desires for wealth and recognition onto her son's shoulders, and Bénja would hate to disappoint her. Being well aware of the line of people he's a descendant of, there is no chance he will not succeed and not grow into a well-respected, well-recognised, and wealthy man. It is this hunger for recognition and to appease his parents and next of kin that leaves him vulnerable. Osmond knows that young people starving for attention are willing to do anything asked of them, as long as it appears to get them closer to their goals. And he knows how to abuse that to his advantage, to get Bénja to do whatever he asks of him. Bénja is entirely dependent on Osmond. Even as an adult of almost thirty, he doesn't dare to question Osmond's requests. In his mind, he believes he owes it to him, just as much as he owes it to his mother to bring fortune to their name. He wouldn't be where he is without his mentor, after all. So, ultimately, he's become Osmond's lapdog — or lapcat.

Now, why is that? Because, to Bénja, Osmond is everything his father couldn't be: flawless, respected, powerful, present. He sees him as this sort of golden figure, his saviour. Osmond treating him like someone special certainly doesn't help the cause. Bénja's ego is, while his greatest strength at times, his greatest weakness, also. He, in his youthful naivete, falls victim to the honeyed words of a man who has only interest in keeping him as a plaything, a pawn. This might be the most prominent lesson Bénja takes away from their relationship, because this is exactly how ends up treating the people around him. The abused becomes the abuser.

Since this dynamic is, as of now, specifically tailored to MDE, I am quite certain there would be some changes depending on the AU. In WGACA, for example, Belsh does end up independent again, but he cannot escape Osmond's influence either. As I said in the past, Osmond is the one who breaks Bénja and shapes him into the man we know as Belsh.

#thoughts are scrambled egg but i hope there has been something in this post i haven't already confessed to in the past #their dynamic is so interesting but i cannot tell you everything without spoiling too much of my wip #but thank you for asking regardless han!#osmond edwin aldrich #bénja #mde #coffee & cakes #han tag

Hmmm, demi-god Belsh with gold streaks of paint adorning his body, wearing laurels, and those stupidly flimsy white linen sheets slung around his waist...

#rare thirsting toast hour #irene brought him up and now i cannot stop thinking about him #grrrr #bénja

four-toast

Oh, how I love alcoholic Evan...

#an interesting specimen indeed #i'm going to put him in my colourful cup magnifyer #maybe give the cup a little shake too #evan rosier #cousin tag

3lectracuted

rosekiller playing Russian roulette

every time they dont get shot they fuck and then pick a different body part to shoot at

#rosekiller

katakosmos

Now that you said that Barty is cat-coded, the idea of putting bakchai Barty and Belsh in the same room is even funnier, because Belsh, too, is big-cat coded. A black panther, to be precise (going to make a new moodboard of him soon). So, he and bakchai Barty would literally be a cat fight. And it also makes Belsh and my Barty cat and dog, in the most literal sense. Those brothers were never meant to get along.

you know what im imagining rn for no reason? belsh working at the police station. well, it would be a little difficult to see them talking, but if we decide they can, then imagine them interacting. belsh is probably the kind of serious, hard-working person barty would love to destroy. and besides, he must have gotten those handcuffs from someone, right?

major-toast

bakchai spoilers below the cut

I agree that he'd be a serious and hard-working person (an utter bore, as Barty would call it), but, since he's awfully ambitious as well, I reckon he'd be more of a leading detective or private investigator rather than a "mere" policeman. However, I do like the idea that it's his handcuffs that end up in Barty's possession somehow, so he's definitely carrying around a pair of those.

Now, how does Barty take them off him? Considering that Belsh hates his brother's guts, and his appearing at his station or office would immediately arouse suspicion, Barty might have to change his appearance until unrecognisable. It would definitely work in his favour, since Belsh has a well-known preference for blondes, and who is he to deny a pretty blonde in dire need of his assistance? Well, it certainly strokes his ego, and so he plays the galant, charming young investigator as much as he can. He's also definitely touching Barty's leg once or twice "on accident", following it up with a flirtatious smile, because he's sleazy like that. Barty's tolerating it, of course, because he's a man with a mission.

While I have said that the brothers are never going to fuck, this might be the only exception. After all, there are not really brothers here, are they? And, to me, it appears the perfect revenge for Barty to morph back into his prior appearance while they're mid-fuck. It's a shock Belsh could never recover from, and the necessary distraction to steal those handcuffs from him (although the idea of Belsh being left cuffed to the bed with his own pair of handcuffs, butt-naked, and definitely not having had his orgasm yet is extremely funny to me. He might come from Barty walking out of the room alone. Yeah. He's not escaping the humiliation kink). Afterwards, he'll find himself in the nearest pub, downing one pint after the other to forget the horrors he's just partaken in involuntarily. He never stops drinking, actually. And, who knows? Maybe he'll become friends with another raging alcoholic who might frequent this bar if we were allowed to have this clash of universes continue.

#finally adding my two cents to this #took me long enough but i must admit i am currently trapped in a sort of tumblr burnout #(tumblr block)#nevertheless everyone is welcome to send their children my boy's way #is this my attempt at establishing a belsh event day of the week you may ask?#*sweating nervously* next question.#bénja #irene tag

When the scene is so specific in your head that you cannot find the words to adequately express how it's supposed to look like.

#man this shit stinks #toast's ever raging war against the english language #lunch break

— Climbing Up the Walls, Radiohead

#barty crouch jr

kissrosier

you wanna lick my wounds, don’t you, baby? ⌇ wolfstar

#hmmmm #fic: the sin that binds us all

#the shipper in me is jumping up and down right now #my babies my boys my darlings #lunch break #gildedthorn

𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 — 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭

#my second truth: evan being owl-coded #finally a proper moodboard for my darling #giggled when i saw it side by side with the belsh one #only barty remains missing #(the bcj pinterest board is already in the making)#evan rosier

waxingrunes posted vampire sirius art again

#brings back memories #suddenly it's 2023 again and i am listening to SWR's entire discography for two weeks straight #writing vampire/priest smut where they unceremoniously desecrate an entire church #stab scene at the altar #blowjob in the confessional #pacing up and down my little sisters room while i go mad with the visions #good lord take me back #fic: tear you apart #lunch break

cyberpunkboytoy

So there's the idea of "kitchen table poly," AKA "everyone in the polycule needs to be able to sit at a kitchen table together and get along like friends."

One of my roommates just came up with a counter idea, which is "poker table poly." Everyone in the polycule must be enemies. No one is allowed to get too chummy or they're kicked out. They all also likely owe eachother money.

#now guess which one the forbidden polycule is #the name may or may not be a hint #the forbidden polycule

May I present to you: the Black brothers.