Saw This Pic On Instagram And Had To Make It Rosekiller

If you hate Lily Evans you will die and go to hell

regulus is pissing me off bc he's unreliable af and fucking repressed at that so i cant write about what he sees in james. admit to ur own stupid feelings fucking coward

Literally them. (Art is NOT mine. Both done by evix.art on Instagram)

Will always go back to my roots

Pandorcas moodboard

Hey guys! Ive made a fic.

(This is going to be a long tangent btw)

its called extra sweet coffee on ao3 by L1zz_1111.

relationships: jegulus, wolfstar, marylily, rosekiller, dorlene.

Im still working on it, over twenty thousand words written. Its a coffee shop au, relatively fluffy with hints of angst.

no bartylus, no jegulily, past jily though. (I really dont like bartylus D:)

Sirius and regulus have a good relationship, remus and Sirius are so amazing.

Barty and Evan own the cafe, evan has almost burned it down so he isn’t allowed to use the oven.

please read it! Please give me criticism good or bad!😋

ty bye!

Sirius: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Remus: baby, I’d make you a lovely little enclosure with all the dirt and compose you’d ever want. I’d hold you and take you places in my pocket and kiss you good night. I’d—. . .

vs

Remus: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Sirius: *thinks* yeah, I’d fuck a worm

Remus: *looks at the camera like in the office*

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James: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Regulus: it depends… were you always a worm or were you transfigured into one? The former, no, we’d never have met. The latter, then yes, and I’d figure out how to turn you back.

vs

Regulus: would you still love me if I was a worm?

James: yes !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Barty: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Evan: I’d cut you up so I could have a bunch of you

vs

Evan: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Barty: I’d cut you up so I could have a bunch of you

(bc they’re both batshit insane)

Beautiful - Rosekiller - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 189 words - AO3

“What’s that around your neck?” Regulus asks as Barty saunters into the Slytherin dorm that he might as well move into given how many nights he spends here. 

He flops onto Evan’s bed, grinning up at his boyfriend. “A necklace.” 

“I can see that,” he rolls his eyes. “What is in that vial attached to it?” 

“Evan’s blood,” Barty smirks. 

“That’s disgusting!” Evan pulls out a silver chain from under his shirt, with a matching vial on it, presumably containing some of Barty’s blood. “You two are freaks.” 

“Oh, I think it’s beautiful,” Pandora says. 

“Just like my Rosie,” and Evan kisses him, quick but intense. 

“It is kind of romantic,” Dorcas adds. “For them, at least.” 

Regulus looks around at his friends and sighs. “To each their own,” he mutters and returns to his essay. He is not going to question Barty and Evan on their…questionable display of affection. Not when he knows just how much they love each other. It’s gross, but Regulus can’t begrudge them for showing their love for each other, and in the process, weirding anyone who sees it out at the same time. 

Love love love

Is this normal? Every time I see blood I think of Rosekiller. Every time someone mentions cannibalism, murder or bones I think of Rosekiller. Every time I walk past a cemetery or some gothic building I think of Rosekiller. Every time I come home at night and walk past the forest I think of Rosekiller....

Guys I just spent the last ten minutes crying over a edit of thresh and rue paralleling reaper and dill. Like I’m genuinely stricken by grief at these children who I knew would die, dying. I am NOT okay do NOT contact me for a least the next 24 hours or I’ll cry.