#Cris jr

[pepsiv4l]

-MISSED YOU-

Summary-You and your bf,Cris jr have been dating for a couple of years,You guys were in a long distance relationship since you lived in U.S but he lived in Saudi Arabia. One day he decided to surprise you!

“You the one that’s always running through my daydream”

You and Cris jr. have been dating for a couple of years ,You both have built a strong relationship to handle being hours away from each other.But you couldn’t help but miss him every second your apart even if you haven’t seen each other since 2 years. A memory the plays in your head

-memory-

One day,you and Cris were at the air port waiting for his plane to arrive back to Saudi’ Arabia…Your fingers touch,intertwining your hand with his..looking up at him ,you check the time and date (6:30pm-2/25/22) you then cuddle up to Cris ,mumbling to him .”do you have to leave baby?” ,He looks down at you with a smile as he softly chuckles at your question “Yes love I do..Imma miss you ,Y’know ..” he say as he gate number was called ,U felt your eyes fill with tears “bye bye…imma miss you so much…” he gave you a one last hug and kiss “imma miss you too baby..” ..the memory finally finishes …Today is 2/25 ,Your birthday ,You suddenly get a text from him

You smile at your phone,blushing…Meanwhile Cris ,he was planning to surprise you on your birthday…

-Later that day-

You suddenly hear a faint knock on your door as you lay in bed, you get up,opening your front door. It’s Cris holding a boquete of your favorite flowers and snacks . “Omg! Babe ahhhh I missed you so much!” You jump into his arms ,he wrapped his arm around you waist as he caught you “I missed you too sweetheart..happy birthday” you smile ,thinking to yourself…. This indeed was the best birthday ever.

A/N:was a bit rushed but hope you guys like it! Sorry for any spelling errors, also only time I’ll be doing a Cris jr story the rest will be sturniolos!

[disabled-battlekukku]

@thefantastician Ian Jr's biggest enemy......

[tapakah0]

Some pictures in good quality + the ones that I liked to draw the most

[2aceofspades]

A lil tribute...

Sappy times today waaah :')

I still remember the first time I watched the movie...I can't believe that was 2 years ago. I had to make a lil something to commemorate 💙✨

Here's a lil something from the past just cuz hehe~

Not quite from a year ago but it's fiiine...

If my memory serves me correctly, the first Rise stuffs I ever did was redrawing screenshots of Leo from the movie. How fitting~

(:

[palskippah]

Hi! This is a compilation of Luigi and Bowser expecting a baby jsj

@penbwl this one’s for you! For opening my eyes to this idea ajksdjasd also your art of Luigi is so cute!! :’v

[star4daisy]

map - 972 words - @rosekillermicrofic

tw: wounds, physical assault

Barty had always refused to see the doctor after his father was done with him. He'd learned the lesson to avoid them when he was twelve, trying to find someone to help him and his mom out of the house. No one ever lifted a finger to assist them.

That was until he passed out after one of their little sessions and Barty woke up being tended by lovely long fingers that held him with care.

Barty hadn't felt a gentle touch in years — ever since his mother died — so he couldn't be blamed for being unable to resist coming back, especially when he noticed that the doctor didn't ask questions that Barty couldn't give him the answer to.

Two years passed with comforting touches and sharp needles mending Barty's skin back together. With time, Evan Rosier mended more than just Barty's skin. Evan turned him human again. As human as Barty could ever become after years of neglect and abuse.

Evan was tending to the wounds on his back as Barty complained about the other soldiers' behaviour, he could barely feel the sting of the alcohol as his open back was getting disinfected.

He'd been through this enough times to know how the procedure went, Evan would caress his unmarred skin with one hand to comfort him and then press his needle inside Barty's open flesh, always trying to put him back together. Evan didn't always succeed. Sometimes Barty thought that he had been broken one too many times for it to work again.

If things had been any different between them Barty would've never allowed Evan to map the scars on his back with his lovely fingers. Barty had been ashamed of it for so long, of how ugly they looked. Sometimes he still flinched from the touch, his subconscious never expected the proximity to not be a danger.

No one had gotten close without taking a piece of him along with them, Evan had been the first to give. To fix.

Barty was in awe of him.

Once Evan was done and had wrapped the worst of it in gauze, he began the tradition of kissing every old scar on Barty's body. Evan started with the one on his shoulder, just a slight brush of his lips that was enough to make Barty shudder. The effect was bigger on his body than any sharp tool had been before.

Then Evan kissed his spine, Barty had to restrain the instinctive jerky movement so he wouldn't pull away from him.

He never wanted to pull away from Evan again.

The tradition had started the first time Barty pulled away from him when Evan touched one of his scars. "Why do you always do that?" His tone was curious.

"They're ugly, you're not," Barty said matter of factly. "No reason for you to have to see them," he shrugged uncomfortably.

Evan froze in the process of taking his gloves off. "Who said they were ugly?"

"I did."  

"Crouch," the name was said as a warning.

"You know who."

Evan studied him for a while and then he pulled Barty's chin up, forcing him to look into Evan's stony blue eyes. "Nothing about you will ever be as ugly as he is, inside and out."

Barty nodded jerkily, avoiding eye contact once again.

"I mean it, Crouch," Evan pulled him by the chin again. "They're a part of you, each one of them tells me a story about who you are. They're a map to your soul. How could that ever be ugly?"

Barty felt like his throat was swollen, which was weird because he was sure he hadn't been hurt there. "Don't call me that," was all he managed to say. "That's his name, not mine."

Evan nodded slowly, analysing Barty's features as if he needed to draw him from memory. "And how would you want me to call you?"

"Barty is fine."

"Barty," Evan said it like he was tasting the words in his mouth.

"Yes?" Barty answered, finally raising his head out of his own will and Evan rewarded him by kissing Barty for the first time.

Now, as Evan had grown used to tending to his wounds and Barty was more comfortable with his body and soul, he finally gathered the courage to admit to Evan the truth in his heart. "I hate him," he said. "I hate him more than I've ever hated anyone."

Barty knew it was wrong of him to say when they were in the middle of a war, that he should hate their enemies more than the man who was leading them to victory. But he couldn't keep it inside anymore, the words had been choking him for years and Evan — his only safe space — had allowed him to breathe after spilling them.

Evan didn't stop the task of mapping Barty's scars with his lips, when he spoke it was against the skin of Barty's neck, "Do you want me to kill him?" He offered, warm breath sending chills down Barty's spine.

Barty was ashamed of how long he'd thought about this before. "His death might condemn us all."

"Or it might free us." Evan was like the devil whispering behind his shoulder.

"It needs to look like an inevitability." Barty finally conceded, turning to look at Evan's cold eyes. "We couldn't just shoot him, we'd be dead in thirty seconds."

"Don't worry, darling." Evan kissed his jaw, moving his lips slowly until he reached Barty's mouth. "I've had a plan since the first time you entered this tent bleeding because of him."

When Barty went to sleep that night he could finally relax in their makeshift bed. Even if his father's death resulted in all of theirs, Barty found he could be at peace as long as he had Evan by his side.

[louferrignojrofficial]

isn’t there a picture of Lou tearing up at his sister’s wedding (i think)? do you have it by chance?

why yes i do!

[supermarvelgirl15]

A Kanan Jarrus mention? Huyang giving Ezra an identical lightsaber part that Kanan had? The talk about Mandalore and Sabine's family? Ahsoka talking about Anakin's loyalty to her? A possible nod to “Do or do not. There is no try”? The Talzin's sword? Zombie stormtroopers like the zombie Nightsisters in Jedi: Fallen Order? Sabine finally controlling the Force? Sabine sacrificing her want to be with Ezra to stay with Ahsoka? Sabine and Ezra being separated yet again? Ahsoka seeing her owl? Ezra using a com and putting on stormtrooper armor like they always did in Rebels? Chopper being able to recognize Ezra? Hera finally seeing Ezra again? The Father, Son, and decapitated Daughter statues? Sabine being able to feel Anakin's Force ghost? Ahsoka feeling him? ANAKIN'S FORCE GHOST????

[cirrusea]

I'm doing Fantober, a prompt list made by flyteestudio! Day 1: Fave protagonist, there are many I could choose from but I got Trollhunters on the brain so Jim wins 🎉

[deathnguts]

Barty getting snakebites and realizing he can’t kiss or nuzzle regulus for the first few days and instantly trying to kill himself

[hawaiianshirttaco64]

So @ every artist, writer, and everyone who loves rosekiller, thank you for creating and sharing your amazing creativity, bc WE MADE IT ON THE TOP 100 SHIPS OF 2024 PEOPLEEEEE

The marauders fandom will LIVE ANOTHER YEAR

Top 100 ships post here wolfstar got 24 but rosekiller needs a special shout-out I feel

[half-shadowgalra]

I’m not done with him yet but I’m tired rn and want to post him

Est mah BOI!!!

I love him too much

[risetherivermoon]

Barty tried to write anonymous love letters to Evan, (Dorcas suggested it) but the way he expresses himself is so angry that Evan thought he was getting hate mail and started complaining about it to Barty

[stxrrnightjxr]

Barty Crouch Jr.

He’s just made a joke. Some stupid joke, about betting on who’d get the last chocolate frog when they returned home. But now Evan was on the ground.

Why was Evan on the ground? This wasn’t time for pranks, they were fighting.

Barty paused his onslaught of spells at the offending aurors, letting the other death eaters go ahead.

“Evan? Come on man, get up.”

Evan didn’t get up. Didn’t move, didn’t even flinch when Barty kicked his foot.

That’s when Barty saw the tear in Evan’s shirt, and the green light that was slowly fading into the shape of a splatter- an ugly splotch on his rose’s chest, right in the center of his sternum, tendrils of magic spreading like roots- though instead of growth, this was infection. This was hurt. This was death.

Barty didn’t understand for a second. Why did he look like that? Why was his Evan growing pale? Why didn’t his crystal blue eyes blink?

Why was he jumping up and punching Barty’s shoulder, laughing about how he’d ‘got him!’?

Barty simply stood there. Looking down at Evan, Evan’s body, like it were some curious thing to behold. This wasn’t real, he couldn’t believe this.

“Crouch! Get over here!”

Barty faintly heard what he thought was Dolohov’s voice, but he couldn’t move his feet. He was anchored to the spot.

He dropped to his knees beside Evan. Evan’s body, Evan’s corpse. A corpse. It wasn’t Evan any longer. Wasn’t his Evan, wasn’t his rose, not his Rosie-

No, not his Rosie. Barty gathered Evan up in his arms. He was pale, and already too stiff. Not his rose. Barty couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t even cry, when he wished to scream. He tucked Evan’s face close to his chest, holding him tight, though his hands shook. Barty buried his face in Evan’s hair, held him like a child.

He supposed he’d be getting that chocolate frog when he returned home.

[birbswing]

i know that i could never beat the Crimson Rivers, but hunger games AU and sunkiller at the very end of games when they stand in front of each other, covered in blood and sweat and almost tears, in the heart of the arena, barty gently hold james' face in his arms, looking at him with all love he can show, and their conversation goes just

-i dont like it…

-I know sweetheart.. its almost over

-but, barty, you-

-shh. you are the only one who deserves to get out of here. just.. make it pretty.

-what?..

-my death. make it pretty? please, as a last wish.

-no.. no no no i won’t i,i can't-

-you have to, sunboy. im so sorry

-can you at least.. you know.. kiss.. me? like not for the sponsorship? please..

-of course. you know you dont need to ask, jamie. you never needed to.

and then they kissing in fucking tears, because they know its their last kiss, becаuse james already holding a knife in his hand and barty ready for it, really, all he wants its james to be out of this place and go back to their friends and james' family.

what he's not ready for is james, plunging a knife into his own stomach and dying in bartys arms.

barty doesnt hear the mechanical voice announcing the winner and the end of the games.

bonus points if before the games they had a huge fucking fight and almost break up and didnt even apologized before each other for that

[nicolettecallednikki]

Sainz says that if he catches himself indulging in self-pity for any reason—“If on a given day I feel tired, or sad, or maybe something’s not quite right with me, if I’m in a bad mood and I don’t know why”—it is his habit to find a peaceful spot on the Maranello compound and repeat a mantra. “Shit,” it goes. “I’m a Ferrari driver. I’m in Maranello. I’m going to drive a simulator today. I’m going to test the car. And soon I’m gonna race.”