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When you sit down to write, and the entire scene plays out perfectly in your mind, but on paper it ends up looking like this: “he smiled, his smiling eyes staring at them with a hint of smile”

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“I’m writing,” I say as I pace around my room listening to the same song for the 19th time, daydreaming about the general *vibe* of my story.

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whoever first realized and told people that narcissa saw regulus in draco, i hope you’re having a terrible day actually

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Do you think Nessa ever tried to cut her own hair when she was little?

I don't think she'd ever try to cut her hair (she really loves her hair, especially after her Auntie Cas shows her dads how to take care of her curls), but I could see her always making Barty and Evan do the most complex hairstyles known to man. And she never wants them when they have the time to sit and do her hair. It's always when they're running late. And of course, she's extremely stubborn and won't leave/let them leave until she gets what she wants.

When she's older, she starts to experiment a lot more, never cutting it above her shoulders, but she starts messing around with dyes and stuff like that. She did give herself bangs/fringe in the bathroom at 2 in the morning one time, just out of pure boredom, but in all, she LOVES having long hair, so even as a child, she never tried. Not that Barty and Evan would've cared, of course. If she'd screwed it up, they'd just grow it back, no big deal. (PS sorry if this sucks/doesn't make sense. i've been up for 20 hours and need to sleep)

Thanks for the ask!!

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why am i always in the mood to answer asks when i'm exhausted? i've got a couple chilling in my inbox that are gonna require some brain power to answer (which i don't have), but they're actually really good questions.

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Rosekiller anyone?

@honeycaksy the brushes are amazing tysm!!

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“i asked ChatGPT” okay, well. i asked sirius black and he said ‘only one way to find out!’ and now we’re both in jail so

inspired by @deswhomst

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people underestimate james and sirius' ability to be geniuses and absolutely idiots at the same time

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Thanks for the tag!!

Mine was Harry Potter. I was bored with the picture books/early chapter books in Kindergarten, so my mom dug out her copy of Sorcerer's Stone, and the rest, as they say, is history.

I'm actually exhausted right now, so open tags!! (I've got to stop doing these after a long day lol)

My childhood fixation book series that got me into reading was percy jackson, what was yours?

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cult leader Evan Rosier

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Regulus: Not stealing people's stuff, that's just a basic kindergarten rule! I mean, do I also have to tell you to not throw sand?

Barty: First of all, throwing sand is an excellent way to put out a vodka fire

Regulus : Why would you even know that?!

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Rodrick Heffley is a Barty Crouch Jr variant send post

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he's me guys

barty says that "he'll wake up early tomorrow and do it then" and then he actually does it with no problems and probably better than any of us could

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❤️ Please make a fic of the sex shop with Rosekiller, and then Barty shows Evan how the toys work.

Yeah I'm definitely doing that, they're my little freaks in every universe <3

suggestive stuff

It is a slow day, Barty is bored to the bone, he's cleaned the shelves three times already and reorganized half the stuf, now he's sitting on the counter, head on his hands as he looks at the door begging for something entertaining.

And something entertaining he gets. Evan Rosier in all his glory enters the store. Barty corrects his posture and puts on his best smile.

"Welcome, how can I help you?" He greets jokingly.

"Gimme something fun, Crouch" Evan walks up to him, and then to his side, not even bothering to hide the reason he's here today.

The same reason why he comes most times.

"Oh I'll give you fun" Barty jogs up to the door, flips the open sign to closed and follows Evan to the back room.

He's already sitting on top of the table with a toy in his hands.

"What do you think about this one? Should I buy it?" The blonde smirks and Barty's done for. Fuck, how can someone be so hot?

"I think" Barty gets closer, fitting between Evan's legs "you should try a product to know if you really want to buy it"

"Yeah?" Barty's hands grab on his legs, their faces inches away, one of Evan's hands goes to the back of his neck.

"Mhm" he hums.

Evan is the first to close the distance and make their lips meet.

In the end he buys the toy.

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rosekiller in the library [drawing ask]

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bartys just tryna study for his OWLs 💔

unpopular opinion but evan would be the clingy one in this relationship

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pay - @rosekillermicrofic - slightly NSFW - word count: 328

They’d done very well, so far. Avoiding acknowledging what this was. What they were doing. In fact, it felt almost like a normal day. A normal stop for food. Just…them.

Until the bill came. 

“Take your time,” the waitress said sweetly, in a voice that suggested they had about five minutes to pay before she kicked them out–there was a line of people waiting to eat trailing out the door.

Only then, did Barty’s stomach turn.

“Erm,” he said eloquently, reaching for the bill. 

But Evan, frowning, snatched it away before he had a chance. “Fuck that. I had the balls to ask you out. I get to pay.”

Barty gaped. “Oi, you don’t get all the credit!” he argued. “I snogged you last week!”

“And then ran like a bitch!” Evan added, narrowing his eyes playfully. “I had to basically imprison you to get you to talk about i!”

“So I should pay! As…as punishment!” Barty grinned, half standing to make a grab for the bill, only to watch Evan yank it away.

“Absolutely not, you prick! I’m a bloody gentleman, and–”

“Yeah, absolutely, a gentleman. Sure, Rosie. Maybe you can trick other blokes into thinking that, but I know you,” he laughed. 

The taller man crossed his arms challengingly. “As if you’re any different, Bee. Don’t forget I’m the one who walked in on you in the shower with that giant, rainbow, rubber–”

“Shut up,” Barty hissed, but he was smirking as he blushed. “You just wish it was you in there with me.”

“I do, actually. Which is why I’m trying to pay this bill, so we can get out of here,” Evan said pointedly.

Suddenly, the stakes were much higher. But Barty was also very stubborn. 

There was only one solution.

“Dine and dash?” he suggested with a mad smile.

Evan broke into an equally-maniacal grin. “Bet I can beat you back to your flat.”

“You’re on.”

They ran from the restaurant, hand-in-hand, laughing.