#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

[katsu-punk]

I wanted to draw more of them alt bitches from my Marauders AU 🤠

[starsmacabray]

Rosekiller (as seen on pinterest)

OR

me learning to draw digitally though marauders era characters

[aidens-ocean-galaxy]

@/theartgranger on instagram has some of the best marauders fanart I’ve seen

they draw rosekiller exactly how I picture them, and I love it

[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.

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

... Shut up.

[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

[fangssss2006]

EVAN ROSIER'S ANIMAGUS FORM 😭😭😭😭

HELP THE FAN ART LOOKS THE SAME

Art by likeafunerall

[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.”