#Crouch

[alexandenigtscreations]

Hey since that new episode dropped, I keep thinking that Nureyev is a stone throw away.

Revamped an old sketchprompt! The original can be found here: View from On High

LOL I posted this the night before I heard the new episode and was not prepared for Part II Vanishing Act.

[santrrl]

Midnight walks BCJ x R

This was a requested fic !! So thank you so much for the request, my schooling is so stressful currently, and i nearly got murder three times so I apologise for not getting many fics out!! But the summary of this fic is that there's an arranged marriage between reader and BCJ 🥰! I've decided to make it like an old friend, to awkward, to learning to love if that's ok!! and i know next to nothing about marauders so i changed the timeline a lil, where barty sr finds outabout him being a death eater and attempts to set you up to 'knock it out of him' persay, so i apologise!! SIDE RANT. MY FUCKIN WINDOW IS PERFECTLY SHINING THE SUN INTO MY EAR I FEEL LIKE A PIG OVER A SPIT. Anywho- ENJOY!!

Bartimus Crouch Jr was a strange man. Always had a way of winding up people, even before he could talk, as long as senior wasn't around. Growing up with magic, he always found a way to annoy people, whether it be stealing, or pure dark pranks. He used to mean no harm, when you were five, all~ the way up till he turned eleven. The day he turned eleven he was like a different man. Being a year younger, you knew he was getting shipped off to some school, and you shortly after.

All summer you'd written to him, even though he'd never reply. All summer waiting eagerly at your shared meeting place, hoping, excited. However once he had come back, it was clear something was off. Even a ten year old saw it.

"B? What's wrong?" You'd ask him, before he'd just scoff and walk past you. That was the beginning of the end. The boy you'd once played with almost every day, the one you'd steal food with, your first kiss even, gone. Poof. He'd never answer the door to you, never answered you, the boy who was always asleep by eleven sand as you entered your first year, you'd given up. Something must've happened to him in the school, you just didn't know what.

Being sorted into slytherin didn't help your unease, the sinking feeling deep down that he ultimately just didn't like you, even though that's the complete opposite. It's not unknown Barty was smart, and he was smart enough to cut you off before you got messed into the same crowd as he did.

Your first year, you attempted to talk to him, only to be met with a silence, or a glare, or straight up ''Leave me alone, child.'' Child? Is that all he thought of you?

Your second year you noticed him struggling a little, hearing him complain about both his father and his grades, and you didn't know how you resisted the urge to slap him and then run off, it was so tempting.

During your third year, his fourth, was when you noticed he was finally glancing at you, occasionally the other boys he was with, including Sirius black, glancing over, earning you some popularity at least, even though you were already quite known due to also be quite smart.

During your fourth year, you didn't see him at all. Nowhere, nada. Hell, even you resorted to asking Lupin if he knew where he was, and even he didn't know. The unease of not knowing if he was okay was getting to you, and his approaching O.W.L's, but you ultimately decided to cut him from you entirely at this point.

His final year, your second last, you'd notice an immediate change. He was glaring into you. You couldn't decipher it, to anyone else it looked like he wanted to murder you, but you knew better, you knew he was deep in thought.

It was only after a month of glaring, and 'accidental' shoves in the corridor, did the truth come out. It was a news day, with your mothers owl gracefully dropping a short n' snug letter.

'' My dearest, your father has lost his mind. You surely remember the fellow you'd play with? Barty? As you were young? Yes, your father being the insolent intolorable man he is, has signed you up for a marriage with the boy. He claims it was Mr crouches idea, as i'm not sure if you know, but jr has, how do i put this. A special mark. I'm sure you understand, and Sr, as he put it, wants to do his wife happy and try and change him, so my darling i pray your safety and safe home,

Always awaiting your arrival, mum.''

You nearly fainted reading it. You? Barty? Mark? That explains his absence, but damn your father for throwing you under the bus like that. Glancing down the table, you already knew Barty was watching you like a hawk.

Excusing yourself from your friends, you had to go to the bathroom, asap.

Before you knew it, hours had gone by of you just thinking, pondering, about how awkward this whole situation is, how horrible, vile, cute, degr- no! Not cute- no- You'd reassure yourself, before exiting, noting how pitch black it was outside.

''Lumos." You mumble, as you began walking around, not in the mood for sleep yet. As you wandered around, you took note of things you'd never realised. The statues of famous wizards, carvings of cherubs, and Barty standing menacingly in the dark looking like he wanted to beat you black and blue.

"Fuck!-" You screamed, scared and dropping your wand, but before you could pick it up, his hand was on your mouth. "Shut. it." He growled, looking at you. God he smelled the same as ever, hair still looks as soft, eyes still dancing wit-

"Who's fuckin idea was it because I am not happy!" He snapped. "Wehthunuhmuhhuhyuhhuh." You mumbled, his hand still on your mouth, muffling everything. As he looked unimpressed, he took it away, leaving you gasping for breath dramatically. "Your dads. I'm not either." you growled, looking away. "Fucking dick. Always messing my shit up." He growled, emo teenage hormones on full display.

Even then, you couldn't resist. "So you gonna talk to me now or somethin?" You snapped, glaring at him. "You have no idea what i've done for you, so don't even start." He raised his voice. "Oh yeah? Ignoring me after all these years, glaring at me, accidentally hitting me my ass, you sent sirius to make my bag grow legs at one point!" You fumed.

"If i talked to you he would've got you too." He whispered, voice thin but stern. "If he got you i'd kill him myself." He snapped, pacing at this point. "It was either you or the longbottoms, and if i chose you...be fuckin grateful!" He spat.

"Wait, long...is that why alice is missing!?" You gasped backing away. "I didn't mean too, but I did, no going back now. at all. Listen I don't care what you think of me, but I'd rather marry you on my own terms, not under my dads stupid thing.." He rambled, hands flying dramatically everywhere as you picked up your wand finally.

"Once your done, we got a plan to foil dearest husband." You scoffed, waiting for him to follow once he came back from the dead.

"You...me?" You raised a brow. "Ye-no..shut up, and for once help me beat my dad instead of the other way around." He growled, stepping closer, holding out a hand. However instead of taking it, you hugged him.

He was taken aback, but didn't reject it, not in the slightest. If anything he lunged to hold you back. "I'm sorry..I'm...so sorry." He breathed out, after ten minutes. "I should've found a way to-" You for one, didn't give two shits, as you just kissed him, leaving him stunned, before turning on your heel.

PT 2? I HOPE IT WAS GOOD FOR YALLLL

NOT PROOFREAD I WILL GO BACK OVER THIS TBF

[the-entire-chinese-population]

[rachaelmayo]

This is another early Predator art trade with a DeviantArt friend. I made this for her back in 2004. I don't remember (as it was 20 years ago) what the specs were for this character. I vaguely recall that she provided skin color and pattern guidelines, but otherwise let me run with the design.

Ink, watercolor, and Prismacolor pencils.

[mysteriouslywingedobject]

Incorrect Quotes Marauders Edition

Evan: Give it up for cotton eye hoe!

Barty: I don't think that's right-

Evan: Where did he come from where did he go give it up for cotton eye hoe!

Barty: God I love you

[temiree]

A random sketch of Nes! I imagined him crouching down, with his tail supporting him, as he gets a fitness/timing app open on his phone. :3

For those wondering about commission slots, I'll be taking care of those soon. Once again, I'll be announcing the winners on Twitter! I'm waiting to get in touch with the friend who's going to decide the winners of the two Patreon-only slots. In the mean time, I do have commissions from my legacy waiting list to work on, so expect art related to those soon!

[sportsandlaughs]

[null-entity]

Hero Landing/Terminator arrival?

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Video/Camera Work: Me.

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[hunterkin1]

Who would the marauders (and friends) have as godly parents?

Regulus: Hades or Thanatos

Sirius: Nemesis

James: Apollo or Helios

Peter: Hermes

Remus: Athena

Lily: Tyche

Marlene: Hestia

Dorcas: Ares or Nemesis

Barty Crouch Jr: Bia

[chronivore]

[jabbawocky4eva]

[scarlettwolf24]

Another sketch I made during MCFC Artist alley!

[ilovemeninshorts]

More formal shorts from 2012, following a day at work.

[retrofutbolmgc]

Peter Crouch • Liverpool FC (2005-2008)

[callmeblake]

Mini review of Stomachaches in a Rock Sound. (from ebay)

Photo by Justin Borucki (and see a better version here)

So August or September 2014, I would assume.

"While Gerard Way grabbed the headlines his former My Chemical Romance bandmate returned to action with this urgent and emotionally harrowing full length. With no agenda but his own, Frank Iero opted for a direct and lo-fi approach, hacking through 12 tracks of ragged indie-punk with his heart pinned to its sleeve."

[yridenergyridenergy]