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1. My part of a collab with a friend on insta

2. Halloween rosekiller

3. Greek mythology vibes Dorlene

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rosekiller wedding but evan learned how to say his vows in italian and barty completely broke down (he learned french for his)

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This dump is titled 'Evan oh great Evan, I worship you'. I mean look at that Greek god, he's a flawless version of Apollo, fight me

Anyways

1. Evan experimental drawing ig

2. Evan cutie patootie

3. Doodle of my perfect self

4. I wanna become a cult leader

5. Drunk and clingy barty

6. ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE ROSEKILLER YAYAYAAAA COUNT ME IN

Also follow me on insta @/lex.dr4ws cuz I exist there

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Smooch

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����️🗣️TELL EM

"in canon-" shit wait. where did i leave you with the impression i care?

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Lil dump ig cuz i forget to post here

1. Barky smokin (marauders)

2. Megumi happened to lose his shirt (jjk)

3. Marlene is horny (marauders)

5. A back cuz I frickin love rendering skin

6. Some random thing

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ANGST HAHAHAHAHA

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2D and his brain traumas ig

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Bro remembered Tumblr exists (I'm bro)

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Rosekiller skateboard AU (this ones from a dtiys on insta)

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Rosekiller my loves 🫦🫦🫦

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TW: mentions of death and violence

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James has never told anyone about his feelings, his fears, or his problems. No one ever knew what he was feeling deep down. Because he was the sunshine. He was the kind of friend who always seemed happy and confident.

He was extroverted, bold, and even a bit cocky from time to time, and people thought he was just extremely lucky to be so carefree, but the truth is he was just a good liar.

He was good at convincing people that everything was okay, and he would always get them to talk about themselves instead, because showing his vulnerable side was too dangerous.

In fact, James was probably the most anxious of the four marauders. Not because of the consequences of their pranks or something like that, but because of everything else.

He had to be successful at everything he did, it was like a principle. Even if he was effortlessly talented, he couldn't help but feel the need to make everyone proud, to show the world he wasn't just a rich pureblood. He had to make sure each person he loved was safe and happy, which was the hardest part.

He was worried about full moons, even after he, Sirius and Peter became animagi, because what if the wolf in Remus started to hurt itself again? And what would happen after they graduate? The marauders couldn't be with Remus every full moon after their seventh year.

On the other hand, he was always keeping an eye on Sirius when he was still at Grimmaurd Place, sending owls every week so that he didn't feel alone and impatiently waiting for his response, praying hard that his mother wasn't too violent. He was greatly relieved when his best friend moved in with him, but then he started worrying about Regulus.

He loved his family and friends so much that he always had to keep them close to make sure he'd never lose them. He was the most devoted friend, the most loving son, and the most trustworthy brother by heart Sirius could ever wish for, and he would do anything for all of them.

Unfortunately, at some point, the war got worse, and he started losing them one by one. It started with Regulus. James never knew how he died, but he felt his heart breaking when the young death eater went missing. In the same year, both of his parents died from dragon pox. A year later, he and Lily had a baby, which made him the happiest man in the world, and he promised himself he would fight at all costs to give his son the best future he could.

His friends Marlene and Dorcas died the next year. On Halloween night, when someone rang the doorbell, he made his way to the door, ready to offer some sweets, but instead, he met the gaze of Peter, followed by the man who destroyed so many lives. Voldemort.

The moment James saw those red eyes, he knew. This would be his last Halloween. This was the only time tears were seen on his cheeks. He had been betrayed. By one of his closest friends. Everything he had worked hard to build had just collapsed right in front of him.

The dark lord didn't wait a minute to cast the unforgivable curse on him. He heard his own knees hitting the wooden floor, and then the worst sound he had ever heard made him choke in terror-the cries and screams of the two people he loved more than anything in the world. And he took his last breath.