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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.

Dallas! I am so glad to see that you are alive and well. It's been years, but you have certainly not been forgotten. Just a few days ago, I was scrolling down my brother's blog, and stumbled across an old post of yours about Barty and his consuming desires that resemble the song Closer by Nine Inch Nails more than anything, and I got sad, because I missed the opportunity to talk someone who would, perhaps, understand him on a similar level as I would. I know, we hadn't been talking much back then (I am old and my brain the consistence of Swiss cheese, so if we did, please feel free to remind me), which was mainly due to me still learning the ins and outs of fandom community, but, if you allow me, I'd love to catch up on what we missed the first rodeo around this town.

so uh. when are you coming back we miss you 🥀 /silly /gen

People—people, miss me? Me? The sarcastic, slightly exhausted, and currently quite soggy old bread? Why, thank you!

I will return on the 14th of July. Until then, tumblr is where you will find me.. if my nose is not currently stuck in some kind of book or in the midst of a fic.

Anyhow, this is how your ask found me:

"Love is a fragile, capricious thing in this cold, fleeting world. But if anything can redeem anyone, then yes. Love can redeem them."

— Alucard, Castlevania Nocturne

"I…I killed them. I killed them all. They're dead, every single one of them. And not just the men, but the women and the children too. They're like animals, and I slaughtered them like animals."

My deepest apologies for this ask taking so incredibly long to answer, my dear moss! The heat was melting my brain, and, unfortunately, I made the decision to retreat to a country with even more heat. Not the most calculated move, I must admit, but alas!

Seniorwives might not be my main babies, but I still think of them fairly often, so I'll gladly tell you everything the voices have, so far, revealed to me. However, my answer to this might be a lot more discombobulated and perhaps not as fleshed out as it would usually be, since this is one of the most recent (crack) ships that my eyes have been opened to. Therefore, it is all still a bit over the place and mainly based on vibes.

Headcanons

Hot cougar milf who can and will destroy you x angelic being who is everybody's darling and all your friends have an innocent crush on

Liza has a fiery and judgemental temperament, whereas Annabella is sweet, gentle, and understanding. They are the embodiment of the one who lashes out x the one who apologises on their behalf.

There's an age gap of 12 years between the two of them

Liza is the primary breadwinner, since she works as a ballet teacher at an esteemed opera house, while Annabella stays at home and instructs both of their sons in art, philosophy, mathematics, physics, politics, etc.

They bond over their shared passion for music, theatre, and the flaws of their ex-husband. This would never happen in my default canon.

Liza is the dominant one in their relationship, but both love to be the pillow princess. Liza is more degrading in bed, while Annabella is loving and tender. It unlocks sides to both of them that they didn't know they had. #self-discovery

If their parenting styles could be described as good-cop-bad-cop, then Liza would be the bad cop and Annabella the good cop. Liza is the strict and firm hand that keeps Barty in line, whereas Annabella is the caring nature that Bénja needs to not crack under pressure.

Their family trips include visits to art galleries, opera performances, botanical gardens, and shopping sprees. No iPad kids allowed.

Annabella's intellect often challenges Liza's internalised misogyny. They can debate the societal role of women for hours. Since Annabella is disgustingly educated (Barty got his smarts from his mother, and I will die on that hill), she often wins these arguments or, at least, forces Liza to reflect on her opinions.

She, in turn, is extremely attracted to Annabella's competence, which she had a hard time admitting. After all, women can't be that competent, can they? (Yes, they can.)

Annabella took one look at this older and slightly embittered woman and went, "I can fix her." It worked.

And to make up for the long wait on my response:

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