Not Really Happy With This One— But Oh Well

I hope tumblr won’t mind this—

Just a quick thing I did because I don’t want to study 🤪

I will be posting my nsfw stuff on twitter/x! :)

https://x.com/wizkuw77060?s=21

Regulus marking his territory💋

Barty can’t come to the phone right now. Why? ‘Cause he’s too busy with Evan-

I wanted to draw him in some pretty clothes 🤭

struggling with rendering, so here’s a sketch for now <3

My take on the one and only Remus Lupin ✨

I love him your honour-

under - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 416

Evan Rosier had been tied to a chair for approximately three hours and thirty-two minutes, not that he was counting. The ropes were too tight to wiggle free, but not tight enough to cut off circulation. His kidnapper, a man who had clearly seen one too many crime thrillers, had spent the first hour trying to intimidate him. The second hour was a monologue about how powerful and dangerous he supposedly was. By the third hour, Evan had tuned him out entirely.

Now, with a knife to his throat and a phone pressed to his ear, Evan exhaled in mild boredom.

"Call him," the kidnapper snarled. "Let's see if your boyfriend values your life."

Evan hummed, unimpressed. "You think this is going to end well for you?"

The kidnapper ignored him and dialed. It rang twice before Barty answered.

"Who the fuck is this?" came Barty’s voice, sharp and impatient.

The kidnapper grinned, pressing the speaker button. "If you want your dear Evan back, you'll listen very carefully."

There was silence for a moment. Then Barty scoffed.

"Oh, you’re under the impression I could care less about you having Rosie? That’s adorable."

Evan barely suppressed a smirk.

The kidnapper blinked. "What?"

"I mean, good for you, I guess?" Barty continued, sounding distinctly unimpressed. "Bold move. You kidnapped my boyfriend, expecting me to do what? Beg? Cry? Start gathering ransom money? Please."

Evan could practically hear the eye-roll in Barty’s tone. He decided to make it worse.

"Barty, love," Evan drawled, entirely unconcerned about the knife still pressed against his skin, "he's really trying his best."

"Is he?" Barty mused. "Because he sounds pretty fucking incompetent to me."

The kidnapper was growing increasingly flustered. "I—this isn’t a joke! You’re supposed to be afraid!"

Evan sighed. "Afraid of what? Barty?"

The kidnapper hesitated, glancing at the phone like it might explode. Evan lifted a brow, amused. "You did look into who you were dealing with, didn’t you?"

Barty made a thoughtful noise. "Yeah, Rosie, I don’t think he did. Should I give him a hint?"

Evan smirked. "Be my guest."

Barty’s voice dropped into something quieter, something lethal. "I hope you had fun while it lasted, mate, because I’m already on my way. And when I get there, you’ll wish you never fucking touched him."

The kidnapper’s face drained of color.

Evan tilted his head. "You’re really in for it now."

The call ended.

The kidnapper looked at him. Evan smiled. "I’d run if I were you."

I need this more than air

I need an academics to rivals Moonwater AU. I'm talking YEARS of competitive obsession.

Remus hates Regulus for how previliged he is and how easy it is for him to claim the spotlight everywhere he goes, for not having to fight tooth or nail to make something out of himself.

Regulus hates Remus' ability to still love learning, he hates the glint that shines in his eyes and the small smile he wears when he he gets a right answer or when he gets a good mark, he would do anything to feel just an ounce of that. To feel anything at all.

Both Lily and Barty had remarked on many occasions about how all encompassing their obsession with one another was. They were tired of hearing the same monologues every day for the last couple of years, of how infuriating and maddening the other was.

They won't have a proper conversation until years after, and in one hour something clicks, the way that those rare connections happen only few times in a Lifetime.

They will continue coexisting around one another, nothing new but none of the glares and longing looks for something you wish you could have. From the on, there are glances and small smiles and maybe even a few words exchanged around corridors. Orbiting stars that somehow can't seem to get closer to one another no matter what.

Extreme slow-burn, maybe a 100k until they even say one another's name.

Anyway just your average Sunday afternoon craving