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Everytime I read about your Evan, he reminds me so much of Belsh. Rich? Check. Arrogant? Check. Skills and charisma to back the arrogance up with? Check. Intellect? Check. In some AUs, they'd both even miss an eye. Quite funny, actually. I wonder if they'd be friends. Well, maybe not friends, but business partners perhaps. I can imagine they'd loathe one another, but hide it behind a mask of civility and false niceness, because they know they would get further if they worked together. So, it's a constant battle of trying to upstage the other by being even nicer and even more considerate while constantly glaring daggers at the opposite in the same breath. The room definitely becomes chillier if they're in there together. And everyone else tries to make a big swerve around them, lest they accidentally get caught in the crossfire of their "niceness".

They both also got the Lana Del Rey theme song going on, I'm afraid. Fancy suits and expensive vacations with champagne parties and yacht trips around the Mediterranean sea. I hear Salvatore playing in the background somewhere...

yk what i feel like they'd be actors. perfect men from the 50s, in suits and hats, smoking on a french terrace, drinking, meeting women at parties. they have friends in common, the same ones who introduced them to each other in a bar one evening. and the worst thing is that, at first, they even got along; until they realized they were too similar not to compete.

not just in films, but in real life. they love the same girls or boys, the same drinks, the same places, the same music, they even have the same values and ideals. wow annoying, they can't even be the slightest bit original—they think they're one of a kind, absolutely unrepeatable. but they can't hate each other openly; they're gentlemen. they smile at everyone and crack jokes; they're the stars of every evening. of course, everyone thinks they get along great. they want to kill each other.

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The Golden Boy ☀️

I’m posting this in advance because this casually landed on Jayce’s birthday, my 13 year-old man 🥹

Speedpaint under the cut!

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A body offered.

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Made it to Act III of Claire Obscure. This game has rewired my brain. Once I'm finished watching the lp, it's so over.

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Question for Rosekiller: The most absurd dream. I love hearing about people's dreams 🙏

ask game | rosekiller | cw: somnophilia

B: Absurd, huh? Well, last night I had a dream I was balls deep in Rosie and—

E: That wasn't a dream, B. You woke me up like that. You always do.

B: Oh, yeah. Right. Hm. Hm-hm-hm-hm. Oh! I think I got one. A few weeks ago, I dreamt I was walking around school grounds again, which in itself is absurd enough, given we graduated a whole, damn while ago, but — hold your horses! — it gets even weirder. While I was walking around, everyone was just so goddamn nice. And they weren't just nice, they were nice to me. No glares, no scowls, no avoiding eye contact, no changing direction whenever I walked past them. Nothing. Just smiles and waves and genuine joy once they saw me. Is this how Potter felt whenever he sauntered the hallways? Everyone just kissing his arse and licking his boots? Probably. Either way, I fucking shat my trousers, I can assure you that. Who am I if not the stuff people's nightmares are made of? What purpose do I have then? Eh, who cares. 'Twas just a stupid dream. Nothing of importance. Rosie! Your turn! C'mon. Indulge the masses. What was your absurdest dream?

E: My parents acknowledging my existence.

B: That it?

E: Yupp.

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well, since it's a tradition, i want to ask barty what's the most embarrassing thing he's done 👐

ask game | Barty

Me? Pff, I have no shame. There is nothing that could embarrass me. In fact, I am the one who embarresses. One time, I snorted an entire sausage up my nose in front of everyone in the great hall just so that dear ole Reggie would do my potion's essay for me. Even got on the table so that no one could miss the show. You should have seen the look on baby Black's face! Didn't know if he wanted to strangle me or disappear into thin air. 10/10, would do it again.

But do you want to know my deepest, darkest secret? Yeah? Alright, come closer then. Closer, even closer. Do I have your full attention? Yes? Good. BOOH! Ha! Got you good, didn't I? Fucking hell, this never gets old. People are so easy to mess with.

In all honesty, though, I think the most embarrassing thing I've ever done was to get real fucking blasted, dropped on my knees, and asked Rosie to marry me. Full on sob story, right there. Howled my head off, confessed my undying love, begged him to never leave, called him perfect, extraordinary, indespensable, the whole nine yards. This on his own wouldn't be so bad, but do you want to know what Rosie — my Rosie — did? He said no, that cunt! My sweetest, most honest words, and he just... turned me down. No appreciation of feelings whatsoever. Not only this, but he also compared me to my brother. 'You sound exactly like him' — pah! My old man I would have handled, sure, but my brother? Urgh. I think I'm about to throw up. Sure, I dyed my hair to look like him, so that Rosie would pay attention to me, but I'd rather become a monk than ever turn out like him! Vows of chastity and all that included! Actually, I'm still a little sick thinking about it...

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As a writing excercise, I thought it would be fun to start an ask game, so:

Send a character (oc and/or fandom-/fic-related) and a question you'd like to ask that character (or multiple characters) and the ask-receiver will try their best to answer said question as requested character(s).

Feel free to reblog this silly little game and join in on the insanity :)

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I'm really contemplating to unlock tstbua on ao3, simply because no one is reading it. But, on the other hand, I fear another data scrape, and I really don't want my fics to be fed to some degenerate generative AI again.

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Can I just say something honestly and very seriously to all you writers?

With the Internet going down the "nothing adult, no death, no nothing. Make it kid friendly" route,

Please don't ever stop making art or writing wips that are gruesome, horror, other things like that. Don't let the Internet sanitize how you wanna tell a story. Channel your rage into your art and keep going and don't give up

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Babe, wake up. A new rosekiller song has dropped.

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Nothing Matters

jilypad, medieval au, mature

What happens when Love is stronger than Fate?

read here

here for the playlist

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snippy snip

thanks for the tag @katakosmos

I may be slow, but I'm working on it: here is the beginning of the second chapter to The Sin That Binds Us All

“Will you look at that! Home sweet home.” ‘Home’ is an overstatement, Remus thinks as his eyes catch up to where Potter is looking. A good few hundred yards away, a ragged cliff rises from the ground. The stone is of gneiss; streaked, solid, and sharp enough to cut a hand or two if one is stupid enough to climb it. Remus knits his brows together. This isn’t exactly what he expected a hunters’ camp to look like. The decision to seek one out to gather more and quite necessary information had been an easy one to make, even though Remus detested the idea at first. But, after walking the countryside for months without the faintest hint of where to go, he had to admit he, too, was at his wits’ end. And, no matter how much he dislikes them, hunters might be the only ones able to locate a certain demon’s whereabouts.

np: @del-stars @pansyfilia @marzst4rz @v7lgar + whoever wants to

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consistently torn between cool asshole skater boy evan who wears chain necklaces and jordans and terrifying wraithlike evan who speaks in old english and keeps bones in his bag

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Rosekiller Microfic - Sextape

for @vanitatum-vanitass | based on this post | 535 words

c/w: references of explicit sexual content

„B! Pizza‘s here!“

„For fuck’s sake, Rosie! You did it again!”

Grumbling, Barty looks at the picture he’s just taken. It’s a good one, an excellent one even. The light is hitting just right to reveal the V-line peeking out from underneath his low-rising jeans and the ‘lucky you’ tattoo he got tatted right above his crotch; a little treat for all the people regularly throwing their money at him. It might have even been his best one yet if there wasn’t one teeny, tiny problem: Evan.

Once again, he has managed to appear in the background of his selfie, casually leaning against the doorframe with his calm gaze levelled at Barty, who was kneeling in front of the mirror, legs spread, and shirt tucked between his teeth. Yeah… He can’t post that now, can he?

“Did what?” Evan asks, unaware of the trouble he’s causing yet again. “Stopped you from flashing your dick at everyone? Oh, how terrible.”

“Actually,” Barty gets back to his feet, “it is.”

He steps over, opening the messages he received the last time Evan walked in on one of his pictures. Without another word, he shoves his phone into his boyfriend’s face.

“You’re stealing my spotlight, Rosie!” he laments. “The people want you more than they want me. And this is my fucking audience!”

Evan’s brows knit together as he reads the messages.

“‘Can you oil him up?’ ‘I need to see him bound and gagged.’ ‘He should milk you dry’ — Hm. I would have expected something more creative. Those are like… the most basic of thirst comments.”

Barty groans, snatching the phone away again. Clearly, Evan doesn’t get it.

His boyfriend blinks once in bewilderment. Then, a sly smile flickers over his lips.

“You’re jealous, B, aren’t you?”

“Me?” Barty huffs derisively. “Never.”

But it is of no use. Evan’s got him figured out. He always does.

Evan is his Rosie — and no one else’s. Only Barty is allowed to think like that.

Unless…

“Oh, fuck off, B. Absolutely not!”

Recognising the lewd grin on Barty’s face for what it is, Evan turns to leave. Barty holds him back by the wrist, tugging him back into the room.

“Aw, c’mon, Rosie,” he says sweetly, reaching out to wrap one of Evan’s locs around his finger while he crowds him against the wall. “We could make so much money out of this! Besides, we haven’t crossed ‘releasing a sextape’ off our list yet. Two birds with one stone, that’s what I think. And it’s way better than hiding it in one of these rental film cassettes for old people, too. Even though I still believe that idea is hilarious.”

Evan mulls over Barty’s words. However, with his arms crossed above his chest and his gaze cast somewhere to their left, he still does not look entirely convinced. Therefore, Barty tries a different approach.

Placing both his hands on Evan’s waist and sliding them up and down, he leans in, whispering into his ear, “I’ll even let you cut open and prod around my kneecap while we do it. If that’s of any condolence.”

Evan remains silent, but by the way his eyes flash up in intrigue, Barty knows he’s won him over.

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Does this make sense? Probably not, but anyway here it goes.

Barty is a lot smarter than he seems. Truly, he's one of the most brilliant people Evan has ever met, he knows almost everything and what he doesn't know, he seeks. It's like he can fucking eat knowledge. He has read almost every book in the library, he has an incredible ability to tie things up, look for coincidences and find a relation on events, to predict responses and reactions on people.

And usually he uses all of this to cause as much chaos as possible.

He knows everything about ancient runes and even fucking divination. It is— it is so incredible it doesn't make any sense. Because Barty is chaos, then why the hell is he an expert on the history of magic? He's the most reckless person Evan has met, he's bold and doesn't think about things before doing them and— well, maybe he does think. Maybe he thinks about things more than he could understand. Maybe he can predict the domino effect something will cause and does it on purpose.

Whatever it is, the only thing Evan knows for sure is that he loves Barty's brain.

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Okay so I'm not a big rosekiller girly, nor am I much of a fan of (fanon) Barty or Evan separately. No hate to anyone who is, they're just not my cup of tea. HOWEVER!!! I feel like I would give the a shot if the fandom wasn't so obsessed with trying to redeem them and instead expanded on their fatal flaws.

Hear me out: Barty isn't some green haired Slytherin punk who openly resents his physically abusive dad and does anything he can to disobey him, but an insecure know-it-all Ravenclaw who thrives on academic validation in a desperate attempt to please his emotionally neglectful father. He gets top marks in all of his classes, is the perfect student, and doesn't really have much friends because of it.

When he finally wakes up and realises that none of his achievements will earn him his fathers affection, he tries to seek out alternative sources of validation from his teachers and peers. Teachers are easy to please, but other students... not so much. While Barty's book smart, he's emotionally and socially naïve — which makes most other students dislike him and leaves him vulnerable to a certain rougher crowd.

Most people aren't interested in Barty's conceited attitude, but a group of Slytherins — Death Eater recruiters masquerading as sympathisers — recognise that his intellect might make him potentially useful to have in their ranks. Barty, being starved for validation at that point, latches onto every drop of belonging he can, finding solace in the Slytherins and the blood purist movement. But he's still hesitant to fully commit to the cause...

Until he meets Evan Rosier.

Evan, who is genuinely impressed with Barty's academic and magical prowess. Evan, who is the first person to notice how much Barty craves acceptance more than anything. Evan, who doesn't treat Barty like an overbearing try-hard and seems to sincerely enjoy his company. Evan, who listens to Barty when he opens up about his relationship with his dad.

Evan, who is funny and cool and popular, everything Barty's always wanted to be. Evan who says he likes Barty, really likes him.

Then one night, when it's just the two of them, he plants the idea of joining the Death Eaters in Barty's head.

It's Evan who points out how much Barty's dad would hate it. He tells him that he's too important to be wasted at some meaningless ministry job; Barty's too powerful and intelligent to not be a part of something bigger. Evan tells Barty that the future the Death Eaters aim to create is imminent, that he cares about him too much to let him get left behind.

He shows Barty his dark mark and tells him that he loves him.

Barty decides then and there that there's nothing he wouldn't do, no lengths he wouldn't go to, for his Rosie.

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S.O.B.