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AMYCUS CARROW is A DEATH EATER in the war, even though HIS official job is as A CURSE BREAKER & HIT MAN the TWENTY SIX year old PUREBLOOD is known to be PATIENT and RESERVED but also VIOLENT and TWO FACED. some might label them as THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE. fc: ryan gosling 

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#added some tropes and hes no longer a serial killer #still a hitman though so i mean? technically? #dont @ me

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@crouchtessa

blood drips onto the tile floors, definitively ruining the sterile environment. slab of meat is pressed against his eye ( medieval solution, but one that works... somewhat well ) and he’s sitting slumped on the exam table. doesn’t really want to be there, but is either way. if only so that CERTAIN people in his life will stop pestering him about getting stitched up properly. so it is with some sense of defeat that he observes tessa crouch, icy eyes following her every movement. “how long until you can have me out of here?” he asks, impatience made painstakingly clear in his voice. he does not want to be there. they both know it. but blood is pouring from a wound on his chest, and there is a nasty gash across his cheek. right now, he is more blood and dirt than he is man.

#blood cw #injury cw #crouchtessa

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#blood cw #eloise tag tbd. #im !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #q'd

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#eloise tag tbd. #blood cw #update: leah has killed me

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diplomccy.

He keeps his face carefully neutral as the thoughts are racing in his head. Show no emotion, he tells himself. Not here. He shouldn’t be phased by the murders, shouldn’t be surprised. Maybe should have been able to do it himself. He’s heard the whispers. Coward, they call him. Weak. He has yet to prove himself, to kill for them, in order to show that he deserves his place. That he is more than just Rodolphus’ little brother, the soft one, the talker. “No, you’re quite right,” his own tea and lemon tart remain untouched. “Only I can’t help but be a little bitter -” Two women pass by their table and he falls silent. It is risky, to speak of these things, here but still, they’re only words, aren’t they? When the witches have moved out of earshot again, Rabastan continues, voice even lower than before. “Would it have been too much to ask for that Skeeter woman instead?”

there are a lot of things that amycus endure SIMPLY because rodolphus lestrange is his best mate, his partner in crime, one of the few men that he almost trusts. but his insufferable wife and annoying little brother take the fucking cake. never has he met people which challenge his SELF CONTROL as much as they do. so he gives rabastan a sullen look, annoyance clear in a dull gaze. almost feels like he’s babysitting. “you want skeeter dead?” he says, voice monotone, unemotional. seems more occupied with his biscuit than with the conversation at hand. “just kill her yourself. about fucking time anyways.”

#death cw #diplomccy

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canismajcrs.

    a visible pause is given from the man as he wipes down the top of one of the tables in the middle of the three broomsticks. shoulders tense with anger at the words that are spoken. it is clear that the lives that had just been taken mattered little to the man in front of him–if at all. biting down on his bottom lip, he tried to calm himself down as he spared a glance at the serpent in question. he knew that his place of employment was really the last place that he needed to lose his cool. knew that rosmerta wouldn’t appreciate sirius giving amycus a bloody nose ( even if that was exactly what he deserved at that moment with how he talked ) . and YET, the idea seemed even more appealing as the next words fell off his lips. before he could even begin to control it, he spoke up, “ y’know what? �� and before any sort of words could be offered in response to his “question”, a satisfying crack could be heard through the bar as his hand is balled into a fist that makes contact with his smug face. “ FUCK YOU. “ 

      he sees the punch coming, but doesn’t make any attempt to counter it. instead embracing the feeling of bones being crushed, something breaking, blood spilling. a harsh breath is taken, eyes close, face turn towards the ground. a hand covering his mouth, hiding a smile. blood is spat on the floor, before he looks up, a dark glimmer appearing in a steel gaze as their eyes meet. “fuck me?” he says, standing up. not quite as tall as sirius, but not too far off either. “the service here really is terrible, anyone ever tell you that?” he adds, a hand covering his nose, assessing the damage. seemingly deciding that it’s not too bad. he’s had worse. and it hardly matters that blood is pouring down his face, down his suit. so he doesn’t say anything else, as he RECIPROCATES. thinks it’s only fair if they both spill a bit of blood. so his jaw clenches and cold eyes quickly assess the man. deciding where to hit, what pressure points to push. it takes only a few seconds before his fist collides with sirius’s jaw, but he doesn’t put his whole weight into the blow.  “don’t worry, black. you’ll still look pretty tomorrow.”

#canismajcrs #violence cw #blood cw #iconic™ #when is jam jam gonna hear about this! he supports it

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#eloise tag tbd.

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" ----- couple reporters more or less. what’s the difference?” he says, tossing the daily prophet to the side. doesn’t exactly take the publication SERIOUSLY, but reads it nonetheless. if only to see what nonsense is published that day -- see how deep their corruption runs. he finds it amusing. almost as amusing as its reporters being killed off like flies, but that’s a different story. which he SURPRISINGLY did not have any hand in. though he kinda wishes that he had, now that he can see the outcome. maybe next time a reporter puts their nose where it doesn’t belong, he can have some fun too. an embroidered silver spoon is stirred in his tea, and he takes a bite out of his scone, all the while ignoring the chatter of the three broomsticks’ breakfast crowd. doesn’t bother him. neither does his table companion, so he doesn’t spare them a second look as he spreads more raspberry jam onto his bread. his voice remains cold, quiet, barely audible. “too insensitive? i can feel you staring, but we both know that i’m right. reporters are like cockroaches. kill two, three new ones appear.”

#maraudrshq:starters #death cw #how to be the worst 101 a crash course #by mr carrow #also (almost) canon quotes are fun

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#✦ ° • ☆ ◣ ▽ ┊MUSE • i can take a beating… i’ll rise again. ) #q'd

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#✦ ° • ☆ ◣ ▽ ┊MUSE • i can take a beating… i’ll rise again. ) #wanted connection tag tbd. #lol #insulted™

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viiolentminds.

rodolphus shifts the cards in his hands, pausing to take another puff before glancing up at his friends finding his offense somewhat funny. regardless of the way the two of them tended to act with one another amycus was his best mate, the will to murder each other at times just came along with the friendship. “ what kind of fun is it if i stay out of trouble entirely? ” he asks taking a moment before throwing his own card down. “ is it? i think you just love bein’ bloody nosy. ”

      “ you couldn’t stay out of trouble if you so tried, “ he replies and shoves another stack of galleons onto the middle of the table. something resembling a smile plays on his lips, and a finger taps against the table, rushing his mate. daring him to make his move, to get on with it already. “ you stay out of my business, i stay out of yours. so really, who’s fault is that? “

#viiolentminds

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@alectxs // flashback: summer after graduation circa 1972/1973

           leaving HER hurts him more than anything else, worse than anything his family could have ever done --- a pain unlike any other. yet he’s doing it again, and again, and again. ALWAYS leaving, always hurting, always regretting it as soon as it’s done. so tonight, he doesn’t want to tell her. wants to remain where they are now, HAPPY --- together. the way it should always be, the pair of them practically attached at the hip. he tries to pretend like nothing’s wrong ( as if he could ever HIDE from her, he knows that she can read him like an open book ), tries to act like the soft sound of waves hitting the shore can fill this silence, that he won’t have to tell her eventually. so they sit like that for a while. perched on the pier in silence, their arms locked, the stars reflected in the waters below them. it takes him another couple of minutes before he can MAKE himself say the words. “i got a job.” head turns toward her, matching eyes locking with hers. she was the first person he wanted to tell. she always is. “it’s in bulgaria.” a pause, a shivering breath, follows. “it won’t be like last time... i’ll visit. more than you like --- we can still get that flat we always talked about, it’ll ---- “ he trails off. he’s usually not a man of many words, but he feels the need to explain himself. can’t believe he’s doing this AGAIN, so soon after he left last time.

#alectxs #flashback tag tbd.

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viiolentminds.

( @carrowe​ )

a lit cigarette sat between rod’s teeth as the man shuffled through his cards, occasionally pausing to properly inhale the smoke. he had never been the most popular guy but it seemed that something about amycus stuck, leaving him with someone he’d call a best friend despite the two driving one another insane most of the time. 

“ has anyone told you, that you’re fuckin’ nosy? because you are. ”

" hey, “ he says, attention focused on his own blood stained cards, little regards paid to rodolphus ( a man which he has RELUCTANTLY come to think of as his best mate, at least when he doesn’t want to fucking kill him ). “ if you didn’t put your fucking nose where it didn’t belong, neither would i, “ he mutters, his stance gruff as he throws a card on the table. “ and it’s my job to be fuckin’ nosy. “ or well, technically it isn’t. but torturing people for information is sort of... a side gig, so it should count.

#viiolentminds

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@alectxs // summer owls

DATE: August 8th, 1969 [ 4:06 PM, a white horned owl drops off an impersonal envelope at the Carrow manor, simply addressed to Alecto ]

To my sister,

I’ve broken my promise of how often I would write you this summer. For that, I am deeply regretful. Everything is back to normal here at the Hog’s Head. Aberforth’s does his best to keep me busy... Between that and my second job, I haven’t had the time to sit down and write you, like you deserve. Feels very empty to not have you here, though. Will you come visit me again soon? You know I always feel a bit more like myself when you’re around. 

Love, Amycus

#alectxs #flashback tag tbd.

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#alecto tag tbd. #q'd

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AMYCUS CARROW is A DEATH EATER in the war, even though HIS official job is as A CURSE BREAKER & HIT MAN the TWENTY SIX year old PUREBLOOD is known to be PATIENT and RESERVED but also VIOLENT and TWO FACED. some might label them as THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE. fc: ryan gosling 

ANTHEMS:

feel it still - portugal the man // devil like me - rainbow kitten surprise // dead man’s arms - bishop briggs // fever pitch - rainbow kitten surprise // devil eyes - hippie sabotage // dark side - bishop briggs.

pinterest board (x)

BACKGROUND / FAMILY:

Amycus Abigor Carrow came crashing into the world screaming for his sister. Born the eldest to the Carrow dynasty, he was expected to eventually mount the role as the heir to the family legacy, but Amycus quickly proved himself to be Quite the Disappointment. 

As a young child, Amycus was soft spoken, easily intimidated and quiet ( main inspiration for baby Amycus: Radu from And I Darken tbh ). Mostly clung to the family’s staff, always crying, always craving closeness. For a while, he was just as angelic as he looked. 

Never saw much of his parents while growing up. His father was a successful businessman who only had kids because he was supposed to ( to carry on the blood line ), and wanted nothing to do with him. Instead, Amycus was left in the care of his grandfather.

His grandfather was FUCKED. An absolutely terrible man. A Death Eater before his time. An actual demon. Can’t say enough bad things about him, ya feel.

Either way, his grandfather was absolutely disgusted by Amycus, who could never fit into the mold that had been created for him. Thought his grandson was a poor excuse for a Carrow and thought he could change that through pain and violence. So, lessons were drilled in using corporal punishment, and the emotional and physical abuse he suffered eventually turned him into something colder and darker. What had once been soft, turned harsh, rough around the edges. A shell of a boy was left behind, not a trace of that sweetness left behind once they were done with him ( but were they ever? ).

Amycus basically became filled with resentment against everyone in his family, with the exception of Alecto. She has always been there, from the day they were born. She was the one to dry his tears, the one to hold his hand, the one to tell him where to hide. The one constant, his safe haven. They come as a matching set, and Amycus would kill ( and definitively has, too lbr ) for her.

Gained a definite rebellious streak pretty early on, which only became more aggressive as he got older. Once he reached his teenage years, he’d do ANYTHING and everything to fuck with his father & grandfather. Kinda stopped caring about the punishment, so used to pain that he stopped fearing it. Almost stopped feeling it.

Definitively grew up in his sister’s shadow, and was always the lesser Carrow.

When he turned fifteen, he moved out and never looked back. Decided to make his own future, and just never spoke to his family (Alecto is always the exception we all know this) again. Because fuck y’all, basically.

SO. His family’s plans had been for him to finish his education at Hogwarts, and then follow in his father’s foot steps and take over the company and the family name. Amycus had different plans though, obviously. 

His family were... so angry with him. But they definitively pretend ( because can’t have Amycus ruining their good reputation, am I right ) that they were the ones to encourage Amycus to find his own path in life and become a curse breaker.

Though, Amycus was never denounced as a Carrow ( because they didn’t wanna air their dirty laundry to the world, ya know ). Most pureblood families have noticed though that Amycus isn’t exactly... close with his family. I mean, at pureblood parties, he literally pretends that he can’t see them. 

AESTHETIC / VIBES:

old gramophones, blood stained mirrors, broken glasses, bleeding fists, standing in silence for hours, chipped teeth, unwavering loyalty, unhealed scars, getting home at the crack of dawn, red wine, eyes too blue to be trusted, long showers, god complexes, the color of dusk, messy hair, blood soaked suits, always cheating death, a rebel just for kicks, dried crimson on dull blades, half smiles, just beating and beating until the world stops, no conscience, half empty wine bottles, impersonal offices, a face that doesn’t quite match his demeanor.

HOGWARTS YEARS:

Was a hat stall between Hufflepuff and Slytherin. 

patience/loyalty/dedication vs self preservation/resourcefulness/dedication mostly.

At Hogwarts, Amycus felt in power for the first time. Ended up becoming the aggressor, finding solace in pain and violence. Found that he was good at inflicting pain, and liked being good at SOMETHING. Had never really felt that before. :/

Eventually got a taste for blood, and started getting into fights with other students, each run in more violent than the next.

STILL, did not end up in detention, because for a while, the teachers couldn’t believe that someone like Amycus ( who was mostly known for being very quiet and looking sweet ) would hurt another student. It would take for him to eventually get caught in the act, until that perception shattered.

Was that kid who used bugs and insects to practice unforgivable curses on. Eventually progressed to torturing students as well.

Excelled in charms, and can do wonders with a wand when he puts his mind to it. Most other grades were pretty shit though. 

AFTER HOGWARTS:

Once he graduated from Hogwarts, he was meant to take his place in the Carrow dynasty ( grandfather somehow STILL believing that he would come to his senses ), but fuck that. So he basically left the country as fast as possible, and became a cursebreaker.

Which just made sense, because he has always been good at inflicting curses, and breaking them isn’t that different. He is very good at what he does.

First few years were spent working in ancient tombs abroad, mostly. That kind of work fit him really well, because he could wear whatever he wanted, didn’t have to talk to people too much, could do his own thing. Was also always someone around to beat up.

After a while, he started missing his sister, and returned home, where he found work at the ministry of magic. Today, he works for the removal of curses, jinxes and hexes office, which is a subdivision for the improper use of magic office. 

Really likes his job? BUT. Also has a #second job.

On the side, he’s sort of a gun ( wand ) for hire, and will kill anyone who needs to be killed, for a price. Gives zero shit about the money though ( but the client needs to be rich, ya feel ).

Most of his clients are members of the sacred 28, who somehow always seem to want SOMEONE dead.

Honestly, I haven’t 100% figured out how he conducts this business because obviously he wants to remain anonymous. He probably has some sort of dramatic way of getting people to give him names that need to die idk. #to be determined

Joined the Death Eaters mostly because of his sister? But their agenda also really fits him, because violence? Bigotry? Death? Sign him tf up.

He isn’t the most invested in the whole pureblood supremacy thing ( but would he ever admit that? that’s a no ), but overall likes Voldemort and what he stands for.

Though he’s also lowkey intimidated by / afraid of Voldemort and is quite pleased with the fact that he doesn’t have to report directly to him.

For the Death Eaters, Amycus mostly works as an information gatherer, which is basically just a euphemism for him being one of their main torturers, who will torture people until they tell him whatever it is the Death Eaters want to know. He usually works together with his sister and they are disturbingly good at what they do.

AS A PERSON:

Cares very little for most people and is so so so selfish.

Lacks most of the finesse of his sister, tbh.

100% neutral evil. Kind of has a moral compass, it just points in the wrong direction at all times? Mostly just does whatever is best for him and Alecto though, and has zero interest in any righteous bullshit.

Does he think that he’s doing the right thing? Nope. He’s well aware that he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. A bad dude.  Does he care? Also no.

Might just be the most private person you’ll ever meet? He seldom reveals anything about himself, and when he does, it’s usually not true.

Will also lie about the dumbest and smallest of details.

SO self disciplined. Always in complete control, and it’s very hard to get a genuine reaction / rise out of him. Also so so so patient, and is happy to wait for whatever his current end game is.

Drinks and smokes heavily, but doesn’t personally think that he has a problem.

Mostly just a dumb asshole.

SO COLD.

Thrives off violence and is a total brute tbh.

Never fucking does what anyone tells him to do. 

Someone: pls do this Amycus: *does the exact opposite*

Bisexual !

Pretty good at hiding his death eater ties since he’s… paranoid as FUCK. And also keeps to himself. Always wears a mask. But some people probably suspect… stuff anyways, if they’ve like. Spent longer than two hours with him. Listen if Amycus wasn’t such a fucking asshole he probably could get away with it (/scooby doo villain voice). But then again, others will probably think he’s just cold af.

Looks a lot nicer than he is, which works to his advantage most of the time? Like he just looks like a nerdy, good dude. Is a total demon, but looks like an angel. 

STYLE / FASHION / APPEARANCE :

Wears glasses (x), but somehow manages to fucking break them ALL THE TIME. The only thing keeping them together is magic.

Wears mostly wizard suits for work ( bc he has to :/ ), but will wear those long black robes in his free time. Think a vampire cape, flying in the wind. Ultimate drama. He really is THAT guy.

Will also wear stupid wizard band t-shirts a lot when working.

Keeps his hair short.

Like 70% of his wealth is probably spent on buying new clothes, because he keeps fucking ruining them by getting blood on them? Or just having them ripped to shreds in a fight, that works too.

Looks like he’s wearing the same exact shoes every day but actually has like... 200 different pairs. They all look the same.

Eyes appear either blue or grey, depending on the lighting.

Has some tattoos, and a half sleeve on his right arm, going from his shoulder to his elbow.

CHARACTER INFLUENCES :

caleb haas ( quantico )- the snark. the assholery. the background. the black sheep.

clay haas ( quantico ) - just the right amount of polished. the style. the general aesthetic. the hair.

angelus ( btvs ) - the disregard for human life. the darkness. the occasional brooding. the quips. 

holden ford ( mindhunter ) - the scheming. the hidden ambition. the slyness. the resolution.

lucifer morningstar ( lucifer ) - the smile, the general vibe, the quips, the mannerisms, the darkness.

eric northman ( southern vampire mysteries ) - the confidence. the general dumbness. the stubbornness.

demon dean winchester ( supernatural ) - the occasional charm. the being an actual demon-ness. the blood lust. the bad jokes. the weakness for a pretty face.

wolverine ( x men ) - the violence. the moodiness. the hatred. the occasional gruff demeanor.

takeshi kovac ( altered carbon ) - the violence. the fucked up moral compass. the buried anger. the instinct to fight.

elian ( to kill a kingdom ) - the rebel prince. the angry heir. the sarcasm. the dialogue.

radu ( and i darken ) - amycus as a child. the softness. the sweet face. the loyalty to his sister.

hannibal lecter ( silence of the lambs ) - the calm. the politeness. seems so civilized, so nice. isn’t though.

FAVORITE CHARACTER TROPES :

DISSONANT SERENITY - someone smiling gently in the middle of death and carnage, seeming almost enlightened as they slit throats left and right.

THE BERSERKER - throws himself into battle with such reckless abandon, that it seems like he wants to die. never, ever retreats.

FACE OF AN ANGEL, MIND OF A DEMON - looks nice, is a demon.

DEVIL IN PLAIN SIGHT - obviously up to no good, but few people seem to take notice.

EVEN EVIL HAS LOVED ONES - loves his sister.

BLACK SHEEP - the family screw up, someone who rejects their role in the family.

DARK AND TROUBLED PAST™ - something terrible happened in the past. tragic backstory. yada yada.

EVEN EVIL HAS STANDARDS - or at least his own moral compass.

MAN OF WEALTH AND TASTE - turns out evil has quite a lot of money and excellent fashion taste. most of the time.

PRAGMATIC VILLAINY - only does evil things when it serves him or his purposes tbh.

VIOLENCE IS THE ONLY OPTION - must fight.

OPPORTUNISTIC BASTARD - doesn’t really have a plan, totally winging it.

#maraudrshq:intros #abuse cw #child neglect cw #child abuse cw #murder cw #death cw #blood cw #violence cw #torture cw

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Have you seen this girl? She’s got dark hair, her name is Amelia.

#✦ ° • ☆ ◣ ▽ ┊VISAGE • is the devil so bad if he cries in his sleep? ) #✦ ° • ☆ ◣ ▽ ┊MUSE • i can take a beating… i’ll rise again. ) #✦ ° • ☆ ◣ ▽ ┊ROD • our currency is flesh and bone. ) #jesus christ #violence cw