#evan rosier fan art

[myrows]

And a Rosekiller nsfw comic because I love their dynamic hehe

[foursaints]

in my version of marauders canon he would function as a sort of beautiful, murderous disney princess . and all the other characters would be relegated to singing lengthy beauty-and-the-beast-style musical numbers about how perfectly strange he is

[starsmacabray]

Rosekiller (as seen on pinterest)

OR

me learning to draw digitally though marauders era characters

[neyney2010]

can someone pls send me the link to disintegration by moonymoment i think (sorry if the spelling is wrong) ive been shatting myself trying to find it

[regglilbean]

I hope you all know that hot guys use crop tops

[madwcman]

the marauders era is MY roman empire!!!

like i think of these sad gay wizards and witches and about their sad stories all the fucking time.

[malevolentxfae]

I'm reading art heist baby by otrtbs. You know the lovely wonderful beautiful jegulus art heist fic that has consumed me completely. I'm at chapter 32 and I keep STALLING because it's MCD and I do not want to be in PAIN so I'm just one chapter a day till the end cause I am scared. Like a lot. Ugh why do I have to love painful shit it's bad for my mental health

[aeagleart]

Last of the marauders head shots (for now at least)

[lilyevansgirlconfirmed]

first artwork for the marauders fandom of the rizzmaster evan rosier. guess whose ring he's wearing.

Text:

You know you actually have to take the photo, right Barty?

... Shut up.

[lionmythflower]

Anyways have some Slytherin skittles bc this photo is taking up a lot of storage in my phone n I need to get rid of it.

[myrows]

They are the dumbest and I love them

[clueless-raven]

Evan and Peter laughing sketch (i will render it later)

They are cutiess

[jameskinniesrise]

crossover i never knew i needed

the peak of my art career

[mightbeimpossiblenotto]

Press - Oct 20 - @rosekillermicrofic - 646 words - Warnings: none

Barty was running so late. He’d scheduled the interview for directly after his lunch break, which was a mistake because he always used his lunch break for free-writing time. He was currently writing a thriller novel, and he was just at the part where the protagonist finally figures out who the big bad villain is, and Barty couldn’t pull himself away until he finished putting his thoughts to paper. He just hoped the bloke he was interviewing would understand.

He practically ran into the French restaurant, blurting his name to the hostess and the name of his interviewee. She gave him appraising look, twisting her mouth up at him, but Barty gave her his best disarming grin and she quickly melted. She led him towards the back of the restaurant, away from the windows and light-airy vibe of the front. It was more relaxed and dim back here, but the tables had decent enough overhead lighting that Barty wouldn’t have to move them to another table in order to see his notes. The hostess left him in front of a small table with two chairs, and a man sitting at the table with short, curly blond hair and deep, bronzed skin. He flicked his eyes up at Barty, and they were a warm amber shade that made something flutter in Barty’s stomach. He ignored it.

“Hello, I’m Barty Crouch, Jr., reporter with Crouch Chronicle,” Barty greeted smoothly, holding out his hand for the man to shake. He rose gracefully, reaching slim fingers out to grasp Barty’s hand and bob up-and-down only three times before letting go.

“Nice to meet you,” the man said, his voice like silk. “Evan Rosier.”

“Yes, I’ve seen your art,” Barty said, pulling out his chair and taking a seat. He took a sip of his water. “I’m a big fan of Roses.”

Evan’s eyes locked with his for a moment before he spoke. “Thank you. That’s a very personal piece. The press doesn’t usually care about that one.”

Barty raised his eyebrows, surprised. The piece depicted a man’s hand, scarred from tiny cuts all over, holding a bouquet of three roses, two of them a pale shade of white and one a dark, inky black. The black rose is twined around the other two, leaves nearly choking the two pale roses. The thorns from all three are cutting into the man’s hand, and blood runs down his wrist. The blood in particular is detailed, almost appearing wet on the canvas. Barty had gotten to see the piece in person at a gallery opening a year or so ago, when he’d been writing an article for the gallery. Most of the pieces in the gallery had meant nothing to him, but he connected with that one piece by Evan Rosier, and he remembered the name.

“Oh, I found it quite emotional,” Barty said quietly, a little thrown off. He shook that off, quickly becoming professional again and diving into the interview questions.

Evan was polite but withdrawn, his answers short until Barty pulled the details out of him with more questions. Their interview ran an hour longer than he had planned without Barty even noticing, until Evan told him he had to meet with his sister. Barty apologized for taking up so much of his time, waving him off when Evan tried to bring out his wallet. But as Barty paid the bill, Evan lingered at the table, waiting for Barty to finish writing out the tip and the total and sign the receipt. When Barty finally looked up at him, Evan was flushing a little, his cheeks ever so slightly red under his dark skin.

“I was wondering if you’d like to see me again, sometime,” Evan suggested. His hands were fidgeting nervously with his mobile, twisting it around and around in his hands. It was endearing.

“Absolutely,” Barty agreed. “Anytime.”

[sixlane]

tricks up sleeves and all that

rosekiller microfic | 1,180 words | magician Barty, single dad Evan

The first thing Evan thought when his daughter told him she wanted a magician at her birthday party was how did I raise a child who enjoys close-up magic? It wouldn’t have been his first choice, probably wouldn’t have even been his last. He would’ve gone with something classier, more elegant, like a tea party or a day at the museum. Something to live up to the extravagance of previous years. Sure, Eleanor is only seven but that doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy the finer things. 

So, in between meetings and phone calls, Evan researched children’s birthday party magicians, and as you’d expect, not much was living up to his standards. After days of sifting through resumes and background checks, he was eventually able to find a well-designed website with good reviews and speak to a representative who promised to send their best.

This is why Evan is so confused when he opens his front door to find a tall, lanky man in ripped jeans and a worn out t-shirt, his look complete with ruffled hair, an eyebrow piercing, and excessive amounts of tattoos. 

“You must have the wrong house,” Evan says. He thinks he should probably close the door but something about this man is intriguing. He wants to look for just a second longer.

The man leans back to check the address beside the door. “You’re Mr. Rosier, right? I’m here for the birthday party. I’m Barty, the magician.” 

Evan raises a brow. “You don’t look like a magician.”

“Were you expecting a full tuxedo? It’s like 95 degrees out.” A tilted grin spreads over his face, showing off a pointy canine. “Here let me show you.” Before Evan can back away, Barty is reaching behind his ear and producing a shiny quarter, flipping it between his fingers confidently. “Ta da.”

“That’s hardly magic,” Evan says, crossing his arms. He better get a full refund if this is the best they had.

“No, you’re right. That’s just the decoy.” He raises his left hand, and between his thumb and pointer finger he holds Evan’s watch, which had previously been secured to his wrist.

Evan’s mouth drops open slightly. He hadn’t even felt it. “That’s not magic either, that is literally stealing.” He snatches the watch back, putting it on.

“It’s the art of misdirection,” Barty explains. “I do a dumb coin trick, and while you’re paying attention to that, I do something more impressive. It’s like, the basis of all magic.”

Evan doesn’t even know what to say. This man has just pickpocketed him on his own front porch and now he wants Evan to let him into his house? 

At the same time Evan is getting ready to slam the door in Barty’s face, Eleanor appears at his hip, smile wider than a mile across her face.

“Is this the magician, Dad?” she asks, tugging at his shirt while she bounces up and down.

“You must be Eleanor,” Barty says, squatting down so they’re at eye level. He’s performing now, Evan can tell. He lights up and his smugness from before is washed away. “Would you like to pick a card?” 

Eleanor nods enthusiastically.

Barty pulls a deck out of his back pocket and starts shuffling. Evan watches the way his fingers move deftly around the cards. Bending and flipping them expertly before fanning them out in front of her.

“Okay, go ahead. But don’t tell me what your card is, just show it to your dad and put it back anywhere in the deck.”

Eleanor does as instructed and shows Evan the card, ace of hearts, before sliding it back in.

“Thanks Eleanor, that’s great.” He starts shuffling the cards again, adding in flourishes here and there. Evan watches intently, trying to track his every move, see where he might be switching cards out or taking a peek, but he moves too quickly for Evan to stay on top of everything. “Now Ellie, can I call you Ellie?” Eleanor giggles and nods her head. “Your dad here,” he tilts his head up at Evan, “has already seen me do a trick similar to this, but I think I can put a new spin on it, what do you say?” 

Eleanor looks up at Evan, affronted. “Dad! You’ve been playing with the magician without me?”

Evan hears Barty try to stifle a laugh and feels the beginning of a tension headache spreading behind his eyes. “I was just making sure he was up to our standards,” he grits out.

“Don’t worry Ellie, your dad was just doing his due diligence.” Eleanor looks appeased and waves her hand in a motion that tells Barty to continue. He does one last shuffle and then reaches behind Eleanor’s ear. When he pulls back, he has the ace of spades in between his pointer and middle fingers. “So Ellie, was this your card?” 

She looks confused and a little disappointed. Evan holds himself back from kicking Barty directly in the face. “Um… close,” she says. “Mine had hearts on it.”

Barty looks at the card. “Huh. You know, sometimes the cards don’t always do what we want them to so we have to shake some sense into them. He starts waving the card quickly back and forth. When it comes to a stop, Barty holds the ace of hearts where the ace of spades had previously been. He smiles in triumph. Evan still kind of wants to kick him in the face.

Eleanor lets out an excited squeal and rushes forward to tackle Barty into a hug. “Can we keep him, Dad?” she screams directly in Barty’s ear. He doesn’t even flinch.

Evan lets out a resigned sigh. He’s really never been able to deny Eleanor anything, so he steps to the side, opening the door wider, a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. “Of course Eleanor. Go gather your friends in the living room. Barty will be right in.” He places a hand on her head as she runs by.

Barty stands up and straightens his pants out, sliding the deck back into his pocket. “Good enough?” he asks, shrugging a shoulder.

Evan scrutinizes him for a second, running his eyes over every inch of the man. The line of his cheekbone, the curve of his neck, the way his thumb rubs a circle into the side of his pointer finger. There’s something about him. Evan hasn’t heard Eleanor scream that loud since Pandora got her a bug collection kit for Christmas last year. 

“I want you to know that I keep a detailed inventory of everything in my home, so if you steal something I will find out, and you won't be happy about the consequences.”

Barty smiles, something mischievous glinting in his eye. “We’ll see about that,” he says brushing past Evan to make his way into the living room. Evan closes the door behind him. Right before Barty turns the corner, he throws something over his shoulder. Without thinking, Evan catches it. His wallet. With the ace of hearts sticking mockingly out of the top.

[runwiththerain]

an introduction to the marauders

for @gently-decaying-flowers

follow up posts will be made for the valkyries and skittles

james fleamont potter

also known as prongs

important canon information:

dead, died on october 31st 1981 defending his family from voldemort so lily could protect harry

his parents are fleamont 'monty' and euphemia 'effie' and we love both of them

his animagus is a stag

was head boy and a chaser on the gryffindor quidditch team

had a mutually antagonistic relationship with severus snape

fancast information:

original fancast was aaron taylor johnson

second fancast was reiky de valk

my personal fancast is gabriel.stewart

other fancasts include nickisnotgreen and thomas weatherall

common fanon traits:

is known as the sun and a golden retriever character, wears red converse, swiftie, quidditch obsessed, early morning riser who tries to force other people too (doesn't work), loyal, hero complex, hopeless romantic, mischievous and loves pranks, often is desi or latino, would take a bullet for anyone in his life, definitely strutted and is a therapist friend, has a hard time opening up

ships:

jily/sunflower/flowerpott: james and lily evans

jegulus/sunseeker/starchaser: james and regulus black

prongsfoot: james and sirius black

moonchaser: james and remus lupin

sirius orion black

also known as padfoot

important canon information:

godfather to harry and best friends with james

left home at 16 to live with the potters

was wrongly accused for the betrayal of lily and james

served 12 years in azkaban before using his animagus form to escape

his animagus is a black dog

was killed by his cousin bellatrix lestrange

fancast information:

original fancast was ben barnes

second fancast was undecided

my personal fancast is conan gray

other fancasts include louis seriot and eren m güvercin

common fanon traits:

drama queen, massive david bowie fan, rides a motorcycle, experiments with makeup, genderfluid, compulsive and mischievous, gay, owns and wears a leather jacket, he thinks his initials stand for son of a bitch, short king, gets jealous easily, no concept of personal space, mommy issues, daddy issues, family issues, pretty crier, french, likes to paint his nails

ships:

wolfstar: sirius and remus lupin

blackinnon: sirius and marlene mckinnon (widely unaccepted now)

prongsfoot: sirius and james potter

remus john lupin

also known as moony

important canon information:

his nickname of moony came about due to his "furry little problem" (being a werewolf)

in prisoner of azkaban he taught d efense against the dark arts at hogwarts

has a child called teddy with nymphadora tonks

was killed in the battle of hogwarts

fancast information:

original fancast was andrew garfield

second fancast was undecided

my personal fancast is p4perback

other fancasts include paul ahrens and matthew hitt

common fanon traits:

always wears grandpa sweaters, craves academic validation, best friends with lily, grumpy around full moons, loves chocolate, the mastermind behind all the marauders pranks, goes to a study group, is a massive nerd, tall but it took ages for him to grow, self worth issues, raspy voice, swears a goddamn lot, welsh and no one can understand what he says

ships:

wolfstar: remus and sirius black

moonwater: remus and regulus black

moonchaser: remus and james potter

moonrosekiller: remus and barty crouch jr and evan rosier

peter pettigrew

also known as wormtail

important canon information:

traitor to the marauders

was james and lily's secret keeper but ratted them out to voldemort hence resulting in their death

his animagus form is a rat

hid in his rat form in the wealsey family as 'scabbers' until discovered by sirius and remus in the prisoner of azkaban

fancast information:

original fancast was dane dehaan

second fancast was undecided

my personal fancast is lewis capaldi

other fancasts include maxwell acee donovan and jacob batalon

common fanon traits:

friendly and sociable, plant dad, needs validation, great cook/baker, indecisive, cheeky, amazing at chess, not the smartest academically, childhood friends with james and marlene, quick thinker, unintentionally funny, wants nothing more than to fit in, sometimes forgotten, has a really healthy dating history, sometimes has the best pranks and suprises the others

ships:

pebill: peter and sybill trelawney

unknown ship name: peter and james potter (usually a one sided crush)

unknown ship name: peter and remus lupin

partyvan: peter and barty crouch jr and evan rosier (this is mostly made as a joke)