#&&. sevan

[noodlesewp]

just something about these two<33

I know evans arm was technically unscathed but i fw magic healing scars too much to care

[thecoddaughter]

Sam knows, deep down she knows, but she has to see it. Over time, the less connection she felt with people the less she saw the lines. She never liked to believe in the golden thread or red string of fate. Destiny was not a word she particularly liked. If destiny was real, Evan would be dead, but Evan wasn't dead. She had saved him. She would keep saving him. Breaking her wand wasn't dramatic nor was it loud. In fact, it wasn't even all that hard. When your best friend––the man you love––has that familiar crushing weight on his chest, its like a mother lifting a car. Maybe it wasn't that hard because someone else was already there, prompting the break––always stalking that sneaky Tad. Now protecting. Evan had more protection than ever. The book was in Jammer's hands. Evan was in Sam's arms. The air mattress was deflated and they were falling in on each other but she didn't mind. Before this––before falling asleep and rediscovering demons––Evan mentioned coming to stay with her. He was picturing couch... She was picturing this. She shook the thought out of her head and hesitantly rolled out of the bed as he began to stir and the voices of K and Jammer got louder outside. Planning was happening. The two were bonding, K and Jammer; the lines Sam had missed so were glowing brighter. She glanced back at Evan as he deflated the mattress and wondered if all his admiration was just that––full stop, he's like that with everyone... but differently. She thinks this throughout the day. He is complimenting Jammer, holding him by the arm, insisting in the way that only Evan can, but it's different. He isn't calling Jammer the greatest wizard of all time. He's just calling him their leader who is full of magic no matter what reality is. Sam doesn't know what reality is. Sunday breakfasts with slow mornings and finally seeing Evan settled down and soft––not in the e-boy way K craved but in that softness you get when you can be yourself without defenses; how he is with Sam in the small moments. Engaging and calling upon Sam Butler of all people, though he has never known her as that. Sam shakes out of it, moving her gaze away from him and back out into the storm.

[uzlolzu]

Sevan. Storm demon, war correspondent, single.

[grandboute]

Arménie, Sevan, Artanish

[honeyxews]

MisMag Episode 9 Spoilers ahead:

Cool. I’m doing so okay… I LOVE YOU?!?!?! I LOVE YOU TOO?! AHHHHHHHH

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

Rosestar headcanons??? 🙏🤲

hi i love you i love rosestar ummm im not very good at non-specific hcs but uhh ill try <3

evan had a crush on sirius since he was like. six. when he first saw sirius at some stuffy ball and sirius flipped druella off

evan saw glimpses of sirius when he stayed over for summer break at regulus' and turned into a teenage girl

(he talked regulus' EAR OFF and regulus wanted to cry)

they got together around evan's sixth year (sirius' seventh)

friends w benefits type of situation

hate sex but like. they actually hate each other.

actually, sirius hates evan and himself, evan is just kinda there ("why the fuck am i fucking a death eater what the fuck is wrong with me what the fuck what the fuck what the fu-")

evan's dyslexic and sirius' bedside is basically a library

evan gives sirius a tattoo (himself), something edgy (they're both, like, 16/17/18-ish,) like a serpent, wilted flower or black star or something

they had matching buzzcuts

evan's six ft and BUILT sirius is six ft and lean and they both share clothes so often they forget whose is what so sirius still has baggy jeans that don't quite fit and evan has shirts that stretch on his chest too tight

it's very slutty.

i dont wanna make this nsfw but like ughh they fuck NASTY

sirius is literally an asshole to evan 24/7. like . he hates him.

evan is like wowzers thats hot!

evans had certain dreams about reg and sirius both which he will never tell another soul about

(except barty. because barty is a freak.)

sirius plays instruments and evan does ballet

[resident-gay-bitch]

May 29; Rocky Horror

Ship; Sirius x Evan (rosestar/sevan)

@marauders-rarepair-fics MATURE THEMES! +18

"Oh, come on, Ev!" Sirius begged, already down on his knees and begging like a dog. Which Evan supposed was rather appropriate, but that's beside the point. "You'll look so good!"

"Sirius, I love you, but..." He muttered, holding up the costume his boyfriend was desperate for him to wear to this party, "I mean, this covers nothing."

"It covers the important bits!" Sirius insisted, "It's not like my costume covers much more."

"Yes, but you like being slutty." Evan glared at him, "I need trousers at all times."

Sirius huffed, pressing his face into Evans stomach with a groan, "But I've already got the image in my head, you'll be so sexy. Please, please, please! Just for me?"

Evan poked his boyfriend in the head, pushing him back enough to look in the eye, "I'll tell you what. You let me wear something with a little more coverage to the party, I promise I'll wear this underneath, and we can have our own party later."

Sirius was smiling immediately, clapping his hands together excitedly before planting a wet kiss on Evans mouth, running off to get ready.

Evan looked back at the tiny golden "shorts" that looked more like underwear than anything and sighed. He quickly changed into them, looking himself over in the mirror, noticing how they barely held anything in, the meat of his arse falling out. He's quick to put some trousers back on over the top, but happily putting the matching gold boots on his feet to appease his lovely boyfriend.

--

Evan certainly does not regret putting these gold little things on, when Sirius is in his own little get up, makeup smudged across hos face, sparkly black panties and a goddamned corset, crawling up the bed between Evans legs with a sultry shake of his tattooed hips.

"Hey, Rocky." Sirius mutters, voice so low it's all scratchy in the way that drives Evan insane, leaning down to lick right over Evans shiny, golden crotch, "Ready to get thrilled, chilled and fulfilled?"

Oh, thank Merlin for the the mans Rocky Horror obsession, Evan can't wait to get eaten alive.

[aroace-from-outerspace]

Just finished the third episode of misfits and magic, and to be perfectly honest Sam and Evan are quickly rising to the level of, like, the Tenth Doctor and Donna for me in terms of dynamics

Because I do really love their close bond and friendship. But at the same time there just is something there that I find deeply compelling about them in a romantic/shippy sort of way. Friends to lovers is one of my favorite tropes and these two are (so far, anyway) hitting a lot of the beats that make me such a sucker for it.

But again I do very much adore just the friendship that they share with each other and how obvious it is that they care for each other no matter how you read their relationship, either platonic or romantic or something in between maybe (queer platonic relationships, hi, yes I love you as well)

[orgoatpassantsable]

[aroundtheworldmp3]

Sevanavank

[mim70]

Sevanavank, Armenia

[peapupful]

🎐

[thecoddaughter]

Whatever this was it could not be true. She had enough complicated feelings about complicated feelings. Her ex was probably dead; K let him die. Another complicated feeling. K was being reckless. Sam’s childhood best friend was putting everyone including themself on the line. Sam and Evan had been talking so casually when he died. He dumped a body out the bag. Evan Kelmp says he will kill. Another complicated feeling. He has killed for K. Yeah, she stabbed Tad three years ago to save the school���whatever he did to Budaca was straight up murder. He says he would do that for Sam, kill for her. She doesn’t know if she wants that. All she knows is that she wants him. Another complicated feeling. Every conversation they have is just raising her up—greatest wizard—she wonders if this is what it is like to be her friend; she used to do this to him, always raising him up. He wants to sleep on her couch. He wants to be her dog. She could be reading into it all wrong; she never wants to read into their situation. Another complicated feeling. A situation. That’s what this is. He’s K’s ex and she’s K’s best friend and he’s her best friend and she’s catching feelings. But you don’t catch feelings on the dangerous mission—the life or death mission. You just don’t do that because if he dies then nothing in the world is right. Her house will feel empty even though he’s never been in it. Her life will be empty. She was regretting not being more persistent, the weak part of her brain wished she had begged him to come and visit. Because what if it was too late. She could die tomorrow and he’d never know she loved him. Another complicated feeling. This was love. She knew it was. There was no denying it anymore.

[peeptier]

gives my boy sevan a big fat update ft. his new totally normal seeing eye dog

[robbialy]

From • @maciejdusiciel Widziałem już domy technika, domy rzemiosła, domy wędkarza, dom marynarza, a nawet dom chleba. Ale największe wrażenie zrobił na mnie dom pisarza. Canteen of the Lake Sevan Writer's Resort (1963) by G. Kochar Sevan, Armenia ______________ #brutal_architecture #socialistmodernism #socmod #sovietmodernism #sovmod #brutalarchitecture #socheritage #madeinussr #socialistarchitecture #armenianarchitecture #советскаяархитектура #совмод #sevan #modernism #sevanwritershouse #modernistarchitecture #concretearchitecture #postwarmodern #postwararchitecture https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpm5QiSsYvElPytoXwP3ptgIaKWulvlv8Ln_740/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[thepurrincessatobe]