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Apr. 29th, 2030 12:47 amIC Anon Fanmail - Sirius Black, Bellatrix Lestrange
Dear Mun Post
Interrogation - Sirius Black
Insomnia - Draco Malfoy
Sickness - Regulus Black
Spot of Tea - Regulus Black
Twist the Knife - Regulus Black
Taunting - Regulus Black
Against the wall - Regulus Black
Dear Mun Post
Interrogation - Sirius Black
Insomnia - Draco Malfoy
Sickness - Regulus Black
Spot of Tea - Regulus Black
Twist the Knife - Regulus Black
Taunting - Regulus Black
Against the wall - Regulus Black
Soul of an Activist
Feb. 16th, 2015 11:31 pmLife after the war was difficult to adjust to, but it would have been difficult no matter what. Barty had never experienced normalcy and hardly ever felt freedom. Now he was unattached to any cause, because his cause was dead. His cause was dead and so with his father, so was his Lord, so were the few people he had known that he felt kinship with.
But the world was also changing. Finally there was movement in a system so ancient and constricting that it was creaking at the seams. Barty still believed that it had to be broken before it could be fixed, but he didn't yet know where to start that and sometimes he felt old. Barely 37 physically, but he felt as if he'd seen too much and he was tired.
Idealists were trying to bring about change through the slow ways of politics and bureaucracy. Barty didn't believe in it, but he didn't really believe in anything these days. However, he saw names he recognized, saw his old students doing politics. Mostly badly. But Hermione Granger, well, she stood out. It wasn't difficult to find out everything about her, given her role in the second war it was more difficult to avoid her.
She was smart, Barty knew that, even from his memories of her when she had still been a child. But there she was, a young woman, fighting for the rights of those oppressed and being smart about it. Barty couldn't help but keep an eye on her. They agree on surprisingly many points.
He never showed his face, but he started to send her letters. He never gave his name. The letters were unsigned. Unsigned and stubbornly addressed to Miss Granger, never mind her title or marital status. He gave her advice, he praised or criticised her and every now and then he would help to influence things in her favour. He had dirt on everyone who had been in the ministry long enough and he wasn't above playing dirty, not if the ends justified the means. And occasionally also just not because it was amusing to have grown men fear for their lives just because of a little note they got.
But the world was also changing. Finally there was movement in a system so ancient and constricting that it was creaking at the seams. Barty still believed that it had to be broken before it could be fixed, but he didn't yet know where to start that and sometimes he felt old. Barely 37 physically, but he felt as if he'd seen too much and he was tired.
Idealists were trying to bring about change through the slow ways of politics and bureaucracy. Barty didn't believe in it, but he didn't really believe in anything these days. However, he saw names he recognized, saw his old students doing politics. Mostly badly. But Hermione Granger, well, she stood out. It wasn't difficult to find out everything about her, given her role in the second war it was more difficult to avoid her.
She was smart, Barty knew that, even from his memories of her when she had still been a child. But there she was, a young woman, fighting for the rights of those oppressed and being smart about it. Barty couldn't help but keep an eye on her. They agree on surprisingly many points.
He never showed his face, but he started to send her letters. He never gave his name. The letters were unsigned. Unsigned and stubbornly addressed to Miss Granger, never mind her title or marital status. He gave her advice, he praised or criticised her and every now and then he would help to influence things in her favour. He had dirt on everyone who had been in the ministry long enough and he wasn't above playing dirty, not if the ends justified the means. And occasionally also just not because it was amusing to have grown men fear for their lives just because of a little note they got.
Asgard Thread Tracking
Feb. 3rd, 2014 06:48 pmFEBRUARY; |
Feb 3rd -- ALICE LIDDELL how you've grown Feb 3rd -- RIVER looking like somebody that I used to know Feb 4th -- SAMANTHA aphrodisiac Feb 5th -- WILL gossip Feb 5th -- CLEM nightmare fuel Feb 9th -- JADE ＼（＾▽＾）／ Feb 11th -- POST the dark lord has left the building Feb 11th -- JIM MORIARTY web design Feb 15th -- ALBUS DUMBLEDORE disturbed messages Friendly Fire Event Post |
MARCH; |
March 1st -- THE MASTER premature March 1st -- LOKI gratitude March 1st -- MORAN standing up March 2nd -- NATASHA mail order March 2nd -- ZEVRAN desperate and horny March 2nd -- PYRO Loki's cock March 2nd -- EVY Still Premature March 2nd -- RIL PSA March 2nd -- WILL fingerlickin' March 8th -- NEVILLE how nice of you to join March 9th -- PETER PETTIGREW I was wondering March 9th -- THE MASTER have a treat March 9th -- SIRIUS BLACK ex-convicts March 9th -- SEVERUS SNAPE teachers being taught March 10th -- POST unveiling snape March 13th -- DRACO usefulness March 15th -- JIM MORIARTY tea for two March 15th -- SATAN size doesn't matter March 15th -- THE DOCTOR (11) do time lords steal socks March 16th -- WILL GRAHAM do you want me to stay? March 17th -- HERMIONE helpful information March 17th -- MALEKITH respect March 17th -- JOHN GILBERT orange is the new loki March 19th -- OOC HMD post March 20th -- LOG POST the school is on fire March 20th -- JADE HARLEY in ternet March 20th -- ZEVRAN pebbles March 20th -- JAMIE MORIARTY art appreciation |
APRIL; |
April 6th -- POST ashes to ashes April 6th -- THE MASTER bring me socks April 7th -- NEVILLE leave Will alone!!! April 18th -- JIM MORIARTY pet care April 18th -- ALBUS DUMBLEDORE first name basis April 19th -- MORAN pet talk April 19th -- LOCKHART introductions April 22nd -- WILL GRAHAM temper, temper April 22nd -- JIM MORIARTY playing fetch April 22nd -- WHALE same faces April 24th -- DEREK HALE no stupid answers |
MAY; | May 4th -- JIM MORIARTY tyger tyger |
JULY; |
AUGUST; | August 1st -- ALBUS foreign tongues August 5th -- LUNA memories Code by ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small} bannertech.http://infomodder.dreamwidth.org/834.html?thread=335938#cmt335938 |
IC Contact for Asgard
Nov. 3rd, 2013 02:09 pm[Yes, a lot of silence is all this inbox says, with some rustling in the background. Barty has no idea how this is supposed to work.]
Regulus Black and Barty Crouch jr. Muggle AU!
All the threads, collected here.
All the threads, collected here.
Eating Death
Sep. 12th, 2013 08:15 pmBecoming a Death Eater, especially one more trusted and higher up the ranks, when Barty's age wasn't exactly easy. There were always rivalries between the members, something very much intended by the Dark Lord. He didn't want them to trust each other more than necessary. All ways of ensuring he could control and rule through fear.
But Barty had ways of earning and keeping respect. He was powerful and talented, not to mention shrewd and vicious. Besides, there was always that intensity, the slight off-vibe. No one wanted to cross him. Most knew not to mention his father to his face. He had found a way to have his weaknesses work for him rather than against him.
And so it was no wonder that he was chosen for missions like these, where he and Severus Snape were sitting in a room in an inn, to keep close surveillance at someone occupying the neighbouring room. Someone who was currently sleeping, which made the whole operation fairly boring. Barty sat in one of the armchairs, slouching, in fact. He was tapping his fingers against the table while chewing on his lower lip, eyes flicking to Severus every now and then.
Suddenly he rose and walked over a short distance to the bed. He didn't say anything as he took off his robe, not much of a show, just very matter of fact movements, until his upper body was bare. Only a vague plan had formed so far, but every now and then improvisation just made things more lively.
But Barty had ways of earning and keeping respect. He was powerful and talented, not to mention shrewd and vicious. Besides, there was always that intensity, the slight off-vibe. No one wanted to cross him. Most knew not to mention his father to his face. He had found a way to have his weaknesses work for him rather than against him.
And so it was no wonder that he was chosen for missions like these, where he and Severus Snape were sitting in a room in an inn, to keep close surveillance at someone occupying the neighbouring room. Someone who was currently sleeping, which made the whole operation fairly boring. Barty sat in one of the armchairs, slouching, in fact. He was tapping his fingers against the table while chewing on his lower lip, eyes flicking to Severus every now and then.
Suddenly he rose and walked over a short distance to the bed. He didn't say anything as he took off his robe, not much of a show, just very matter of fact movements, until his upper body was bare. Only a vague plan had formed so far, but every now and then improvisation just made things more lively.
Dinner Party
Jun. 11th, 2013 09:14 amIt's not as if Barty Crouch Jr. isn't good at making small-talk. It's not as if he can't network, can't win people over easily when he puts his mind to it. It's not as if he and his father have nothing in common.
It is however true that his father was adamant about not seeing any of his son's qualities, especially when they were his own, as good. It is true that Barty rather stays in the shadows than mingling under his father's suspicious eyes.
The war is in full swing, everyone suspects treason everywhere. Barty has the urge to shout it out, lift his sleeve and flash the dark mark. See his father crumble when he realizes that it's worse than he ever feared.
But he's not risking what worth he could have for his Lord for petty revenge. He'd have his revenge, he'd hear him scream, see him die. All in due time. For now, he just has to endure, leaning against a wall in his own house and feeling like an intruder, just waiting until he can excuse himself and leave.
It is however true that his father was adamant about not seeing any of his son's qualities, especially when they were his own, as good. It is true that Barty rather stays in the shadows than mingling under his father's suspicious eyes.
The war is in full swing, everyone suspects treason everywhere. Barty has the urge to shout it out, lift his sleeve and flash the dark mark. See his father crumble when he realizes that it's worse than he ever feared.
But he's not risking what worth he could have for his Lord for petty revenge. He'd have his revenge, he'd hear him scream, see him die. All in due time. For now, he just has to endure, leaning against a wall in his own house and feeling like an intruder, just waiting until he can excuse himself and leave.
