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lexithwrites · 1 month

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what r ur wolfstar/jegulus/rosekiller hc’s?

You’ve opened a can of worms enjoy:

Wolfstar:

- Sirius does the talking for the both of them

- Sirius is more aggressive verbally but Remus is more physically aggressive

- Remus is just as kinky as Sirius if not more he just never talks about it

- Remus is the only person Sirius can go non verbal around (autistic/adhd Sirius rise)

- They shower together and it’s usually not sexual it’s just to save time

- Remus is the cook/baker of the relationship whilst Sirius is the cocktail/drink maker

- they host a lot of dinner parties

- they bicker constantly but never fight

- Remus’ safe word is butterfly and Sirius’ is cantaloupe (he thought it sounded funny)

- Remus had a big breeding kink but it’s less about actually getting someone pregnant and more the intimacy of it, being that connected to someone gets him going

- Sirius has tics like twitching his head and drumming his fingers

- Remus has black coffee and Sirius only drinks iced lattes filled with caramel syrup

- Sirius has a motorbike and Remus has a car (Sirius is a passenger princess and Remus is a backpack)

- they get married asap

Jegulus:

- they take weeks off every year to stay at the potter’s holiday home (probably somewhere like Italy)

- regulus insults everyone BUT James

- James can’t cook very well but he loves making regulus breakfast in bed because he always forgets

- it took regulus a long time to be comfortable with sex due to past relationships but James is so patient and legit doesn’t care about sex unless his partner is interested

- personal opinion don’t hate me, but James is a service top and I’ll die on that hill

- regulus is a power bottom and likes having control most of the time (he loves tying James up)

- it’s rare for James to bottom but when he’s in the mood regulus uses all their toys on him

- they have three cats (all siblings because James didn’t want to separate them)

- effie and Monty have biweekly dinners with them

- regulus has a j behind his ear and James has an r on his thumb

- they have promise rings but aren’t too fussed about getting married but they talk about it

- a lot of pride flags in their apartment

- James taught regulus how to drive

- James has to remind regulus not to have dairy because he’s lactose but that doesn’t stop him

- regulus exclusively drinks matcha and James is a hot chocolate boy

Rosekiller:

- they’ve never said they’re dating but they’re together duh

- barty has evan’s bite marks tattooed on him

- evan has a b tattooed on his left ass cheek

- they live in a studio and it’s basically a hot box room

- neither of them drive

- when they go out drinking barty gets beer or cider and Evan only drinks spirits with a mixer

- barty has a pet rat called Rosie

- evan loves him

- barty and Pandora are best friends and Evan has seen them painting the others nails

- evan does Barty’s hair for him, he’s never gone to a hair salon

- barty loves pain, like a lot, so they’re very kinky

- evan is usually in charge and Barty is usually tied down in some way, or gagged, or blindfolded

- evan had quite bad panic attacks at night and barty is the only person who calms him down besides pandora

- evan has a cockwarming kink and barty is more than happy to participate

- evan has a cooperate job whilst barty works in some gross bar

- they host the house parties

- barty has been arrested about three times

- evan is more possessive out of the two

- barty does his own piercings and tattoos

#mail #the marauders #sirius black #regulus black #james potter #remus lupin #wolfstar #jegulus #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #rosekiller #jegulus headcanons #wolfstar headcanons #rosekiller headcanons

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bri-cheeses · 6 days

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Jerseys vs. Hoodies - Part 3

| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 662 | Part 2 can be found here |

“Merlin, you two are hopeless,” Regulus mutters under his breath.

Evan goes tense and looks over to see Barty’s reaction, but Barty is much too preoccupied with staring at Evan’s torso. It’s slightly unsettling, to be honest.

“Bee?” he prompts. “What are you looking at?”

Barty’s eyes climb up from Evan’s chest to his eyes, causing Evan to shiver.

“You’re wearing my hoodie,” he says.

Evan breathes in sharply.

“Oh,” he manages, then tries his hardest not to stumble over his words as he blurts, “I can take it off if you want. It was just the closest piece of clothing by my bed—” a blatant lie— “and I didn’t look at it before putting it on—” another lie— “and I’m sorry, I’ll take it off right now and—”

Barty’s hand covering his mouth cuts him off before he can start spiraling.

“It looks good on you,” he says, holding eye contact with Evan, who can feel Barty’s heartbeat against his lips. There’s something deeply intimate about the moment, and Evan doesn’t dare break eye contact as Barty slowly lowers his hand and opens his mouth to say something.

“Merlin,” Reg mutters again, because of course, “take the bedroom eyes somewhere far away from me, please.”

Evan immediately wants to scream at him, because that’s the second time today that Reg has ruined one of Evan’s moments with Barty. But the damage has been done, and he can feel the shift in energy before Barty even says anything.

“I mean, we can if Evan wants to.” Barty grins wolfishly up at Evan, eyeing him in a way that’s downright sinful. Evan tries not to feel too disappointed at the change in topic. After all, this is exactly what he had signed up for.

“Not today, Bee,” Evan murmurs as he turns back to his work. It might just be the hardest he’s ever had to try to focus on schoolwork. “I need to finish this essay.”

There’s a beat of silence as Evan scans through his previous work in an effort to resume his earlier train of thought, Barty a tempting distraction to his left. Barty tends to have this effect on him. Especially when he looks at Evan like he wants to drag him to the dorm and not let him come down for a good long while.

“Barty’s feeling neglected, Evan,” Regulus proclaims, breaking the silence.

Evan can’t help it. He looks over to the boy beside him, and sure enough, Barty’s gone back to pouting. Seriously, he needs to stop with this whole “wanting Evan’s attention” thing, or Evan’s going to get the wrong idea.

Evan aims his next words at Regulus, because it’s just easier.

“Tell him to get over it,” he says.

“He says to get over it,” Reg parrots, and Barty glares at him with enough force to make a weaker man wither.

But Regulus just blinks calmly and dips his quill into his ink pot, then writes his name on his essay with a flourish.

“Done,” he pronounces. “Now, I’m going to go get some dinner. Have fun and please don’t burn the library down.”

“Reg, we still have another twenty-ish minutes until dinner starts,” Barty points out, very obviously ignoring that last barb.

“He’s going to see Potter,” Evan stage-whispers. Barty snickers as Regulus’s face goes red.

“You know,” Regulus begins, narrowing his eyes at them, “before you said that I almost felt bad about leaving the two of you here alone together, considering everything going on between you, but now I’m actually pretty interested to see how this all plays out. Have fun dancing around each other like always,” he finishes, gathering his stuff.

Barty and Evan are both stunned into silence as Reg stands up and begins to walk away.

Only Barty recovers in time to call after him as he leaves, “Nice jersey, Reg,” and Evan groans because now is most definitely not the time.

Regulus simply gives them the finger in response, then disappears around the corner.

(Part 4 will be coming out on Saturday)

#regulus is so iconic let’s be honest here #rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #slytherin skittles #marauders era #regulus black #jegulus #rosekiller microfic #bri’s microfics

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nikholascrow · 3 months

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shower thoughts - word count: 423 - pre rosekiller fluff

Barty sat fully clothed in the bathtub, the loud sounds of the overhead shower soaking his clothes and trying and failing to drown out his thoughts. He wasn’t sure how he’d expected this time to be any different. It was always the same. He really should give up on this whole love thing.

The shower shut off abruptly startling Barty out of his thoughts and unseeing stare. Evan plopped himself down on the floor next to the bathtub two containers of ice cream held in one arm and two spoons in hand, he used his free hand to hold one of the ice cream tubs and a spoon out to Barty.

“rough night?” Evan’s tone was casual, conversational, not demanding for Barty to tell him everything just giving him the option.

Barty took a few bites of his ice cream, strawberry, his favorite, before he spoke. “he dumped me” he stabbed his ice cream a little agressively with his spoon “said I was ‘too much’ and he ‘didn’t have the energy to deal with me’ whatever that means.”

Evan didn’t say anything just nodded softly so Barty continued

“The asshole didn’t even have the decency to do it somewhere private. He did it right there in the restaurant and left me with the bill.” Barty scowled at his knees pulling them up closer to his chest as he picked at the rips in his jeans.

Evan frowned at that “Bitch.”

“I know!! and he had audacity to keep my fucking hoodie!” Barty stabbed aggressively at his ice cream again

“I’m pretty sure that was my hoodie actually-“

Barty snorted “that hoodie stopped being yours the second you left it in my room”

Evan laughed, it was sweet and soft and for a while Barty laughed too. they both trailed off after a few minutes and the bathroom was quiet again

“I really thought he liked me this time” Barty whispered, dropping his head onto Evan’s shoulder, his still wet hair soaking Evan’s shirt Evan didn’t seem to mind. He just reached over and rubbed Barty’s back. Silence fell again but it was comforting this time.

“wanna go order a pizza, watch old disney movies and talk shit about him till you feel better?”

Barty laughed “hell yes”

And as they curled up on the couch in their shared apartment, the scent of one of Evan’s hoodies and Evan’s mint chocolate chip breath filling his nose. Barty thought maybe he would be okay because he was never too much for Evan, Evan always stayed.

#marauders #dead gay wizards #rosekiller #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #evan rosier x barty crouch jr #barty crouch jr x evan rosier #rosekiller microfic #rosekiller fanfic #nikos marauders fics #non toxic rosekiller #pre rosekiller #rosekiller fluff

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thedvilsinthedetails · 3 months

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rosekiller band au microfic pt4

heyyy guys pt4 is hereeeee

ok so this one is a bit shorter bc I’m a bit tired today but I rlly wanted to write it anyway so I did lol but it’s not been edited like at all so there may be typos pls point them out if u spot them so I can fix them tyyyy

yayyyyy I love this one

Ok ppl who wanted to be tagged/wanted the next part: @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl @picklerab23 @nikholascrow @always-reading @weirdtinkerbellversion @lady-stardust-incarnate @depressedtheatrekiddo @y0url0verb0y @idk-what-to-put-here-123 @lulublack90 (as always pls lmk if u want to be added to the taglist/don’t want to be tagged x)

link to part one

link to prev part

(EDIT: link to next part)

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Barty’s stomach flipped as Evan looked at him, stunned and stunning. Then the moment was broken and Evan turned his head to look at Dorcas who seemed to be fighting back a laugh. This was stupid fuck this was stupid.

“Did you know about this?”

Evan asked Dorcas who shook her head.

“First time I’ve heard about it.”

Stupid, STUPID. You’re so stupid Barty why would you go and say that. You should have said no when Marls suggested it, should have said no straight away.

“It’s um- to make a statement. Kiss on the stage to piss of Riddle but it’s fine you don’t have to-“

“It’s a good idea.”

Evan said quickly.

“Oh, yeah it was Marls’. Wouldn’t want to um…steal the credit.”

Wouldn’t want you to think that the idea of kissing you plays on repeat in my mind every second I’m awake.

“Yeah. I um- I want to. I think it would be good-“

Brilliant actually it would be fucking brilliant Rosier.

Barty amended Evan’s statement.

“To make a big statement.”

“Yeah.”

Yeah. Yeah what other reason would there be Barty? What were you hoping for? Pathetic isn’t it. The way you would gladly lick the crumbs left on his plate if he asked you to. He doesn’t want to kiss you, he wants to piss of homophobes. Don’t forget that.

It was in fact too late for Barty to not forget that because all that was ringing in his ears was ‘I want to. I want to.’ Because honestly Barty was going to kiss Evan. Maybe for the only time ever in his life. But he was going to. He’d never even thought it a possibility before.

•••

I figured out that this modern world is turning the wrong way round

There’s something about the way our bedsheets turn religion upside down

So we just have sex to solve all our problems

Let’s do it again

It had been Pandora’s idea for the kiss to happen during ‘cotton candy’ and everyone had immediately agreed. It was a stroke of genius really. Barty had originally thought it should take place in a love song, but that wasn’t what this kiss was about. This kiss was about the freedom, the liberation everyone deserved to be who they were, to test their limits and experiment and not be judged for being queer or straight or promiscuous or prudish. Cotton candy was just that. A call for sexual liberation, a call to stop demonising young people for living their lives.

And I wanna get stuck between your teeth like cotton candy

So you remember me darlin’

Barty turned his head to look at Evan. Their microphones were too far apart on separate sides of the stage, everyone hated it. He felt uncomfortable so far from Evan, they just performed better when they were up close together. The crowd had actually been pretty annoyed when they saw it at first. Still when he looked he saw Evan staring back at him. He cocked his head sideways, a silent, last minute ‘are you ready?’ Evan nodded.

Im losing myself in you

In you

I know

Evan stopped playing the guitar and let it just hang around his neck as he took the microphone out of the stand. Barty watched him before taking his own mic out the stand too.

I’m losing myself in you

In you

I know

They turned to face each other and Barty began to walk.

Leave me in the morning, although

I don’t wanna be on my own

They met somewhere in the middle of the stage and suddenly the scream of the crowd dulled and the music stopped and for a moment there was nothing except Evan. Evan Evan Evan. His eyes staring straight into Barty’s. The hushed sound of their soft harmonies. The warmth of his breath dusting Barty’s face as they pressed their foreheads together.

I’m losing myself in you

In you

I know.

And they kissed. The crowd screamed. And suddenly the world was filled with colour even though Barty had his eyes screwed shut. Kissing Evan was like…fuck Barty was no wordsmith, Regulus and Pandora wrote their songs. But kissing Evan was everything. He tasted sweet and minty like the gum he’d chewed right before the show. His hand was warm and calloused and currently threaded through the hair at the base of Barty’s neck, tilting his head up just so.

The instrumental was over, they’d missed their cue. Barty didn’t care. They kept on kissing till the song faded to a close and even then kept going till the clap of the crowd died down. They softly broke away but Barty couldn’t hide the grin that broke onto his face. Evan just grinned right back.

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AHHH YAY OK I LOVE THIS SONG CAN I JUST START BY SAYING THAT

Watch the music video for this song (cotton candy by YUNGBLUD)

LOOK AT THE SKIRT HE WEARS AND TELL ME BARTY WOULDNT WEAR THAT

Also what do we thinkkkkk they finally kissed!!!!!!

Ayyyyyy

ok stay tuned for the FIFTH and FINAL part (probs gonna be released tmrw hehe)

Also I’m probably gonna put this on ao3 btw, not gonna change it bc I don’t have the patience to properly lengthen it (at least rn, ig u never rlly know) but it’s just like if ppl want to bookmark it or reread or whatever it’ll probs be easier

ANYWAY LMK WHAT U THOUGHT

😘BYEEEEE

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thebibutterflyao3 · 2 months

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Day Twenty-Five - Prompt: Friends @rosekiller-microfic

March Daily Series - 561 words

<<<Previous Part OR Start Here

Evan was a coward. That’s all there was to it. He was sitting in his stall and taking his sweet time cleaning up after his last client to avoid facing Barty. Even though it carved out a hole in his chest every time someone else worked on him, he couldn’t face him this soon. Not when Evan was this close to giving in.

His friends would be horrified, of course, as they had every right to be. He was a weak-willed man. A completely useless best friend and brother.

“I caught you between clients! Perfect!”

He flinched at the sound of her voice, then leapt up to sweep her into a fierce hug. “Pandora! When did you get in?”

“Alright, alright. Calm your tits,” she said, swatting at him. “Lily and I caught the first train this morning so I could show her around.”

“She’s here too?” Evan peered over the cubicle wall and surveyed the waiting room. Within seconds, he spotted her bold red hair, followed by the death grip she had on Barty. A fully panicked Barty. “I thought you were taking her to your flat.”

Pandora grabbed his hand to drag him into the waiting room. “She had to meet you first, now come on.”

Evan felt his chest clench at the sight of Barty backing away from Lily with a pained expression. Pandora clearly hadn’t seen him when she arrived or she would have made a scene, but this feisty girlfriend of hers was handling him calmly and firmly. He needed to distract his sister so Barty could escape.

I may be a coward, but I am not a complete fool.

“Wait, wait. I want to show you something,” he said, tugging her back. “You have to see this dragon tattoo I’m working on. The man’s daughter drew it and we blew it up for his whole back.”

Pandora hesitated, then tilted her head curiously. “How old is she?”

“He didn’t say, but I’d guess she’s somewhere between ten and thirteen based on her work. You have to see this. I think it’s the best design I’ve seen from a novice in ages.”

While he blathered on about the piece and showed her the pictures that he’d just added to the example book, Evan kept one eye on Barty and Lily. It looked as though she was interrogating him. Thankfully, his sister wasn’t tall enough to see over the wall.

“Wow, this is impressive,” Pandora gushed, running her finger over the page protector to reduce the glare. “How long did this take you, Evan?”

“Three days for the outline. He was determined to get it done before her next birthday,” Evan explained. “She’s going to colour it in and then I’ll finish it.”

Pandora grinned as she pushed the book away. “Imagine if our father tattooed one of your anime sketches on his back?”

Evan huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes. The suggestion that their stuffy, too-busy-to-parent father would tattoo anything on his back was ridiculous. An anime character was pure lunacy.

“I think I’d faint dead away.”

“Me too.”

He snuck a look over the partition and was relieved to see Barty dart out of the door. Lily, on the other hand, looked rather pleased with herself. She met his gaze with a dazzling smile and Evan couldn’t wait to meet her.

Next Part>>>

#barty x evan #barty crouch jr x evan rosier #evan x barty #evan rosier #barty crouch junior #barty jr #barty crouch jr #slytherin skittles #marauders era #rosekiller microfic #rosekiller

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myriadparacosm · 1 month

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New Hunger Prologue - Tiny Test of Norse Mythology AU

Planned Wolfstar; Jegulus; Rosekiller; Dorlene; more?

“Sirius… Where are we?”

His brother slightly slows to glance at him. His eyes shine like molten silver even in the complete darkness. They are small enough to slip past every kind of crevice and crack but Regulus isn’t too small to not be aware that they are lost.

“On an adventure.”

Regulus scowls and casts a look behind them but there is no entry or exit. They might be in a cavern but it isn’t as cold as he expected it to be. Sirius definitely has no idea where they are either.

“It’s not an answer,” he argues.

“If we don’t know where we are, it means that we are on an adventure,” Sirius replies with this obnoxious tone of his.

He huffs but continues to follow him down the obscure path. They don’t need a source of light because even without seeing the path is clear and safe. Both are meant to be here, as brothers and for themselves.

They reach a wall, curling above them like a reminder that they are not on land nor on the earth. It’s a place close and far away, out of time and without rules of space, with an intent that is brief.

It’s not the sky above them but it looks as infinite and liberating as it should be. They both turn on their feet, heads leaning back to stare at the stars blooming and dying in a mute explosion that ricochets through their bodies. There is too much to take in without losing their minds but they are hooked and dragged into the endless.

Regulus finds himself captivated by one flare warming up all the cold in this small grandiose world. He falls into it, harpooned with a brush and a tingle of his hair. His heart gallops but he is in one piece despite the fire embracing and kissing him.

He could have stayed there without any worry or pain. It’s only because of this all-consuming love that Regulus misses up until the last second the large maw of a wolf swallowing him whole.

The teeth are gentle, inking through his skin like a perfumed balm. It’s a feeling that he got accustomed to by the years of living with this soft hunger that matches his companionship. He has never moved from this spot, never bothered to worry meaninglessly for Sirius, despite the many birthdays. If he makes the effort, he could actually take a peek at where his brother is - somewhere in the sky but Regulus needs to stay asleep for a little longer. Even if he becomes dust, it will be alright because he will be living through the Sun. A wind disrupts his peaceful slumber, nudging him out from the comfortable fur until he is spitted out.

Regulus stands up in a field of pure gold. The gale softly accepts him, leaving the field of grass singing, and the Sun cradles him in his palm.

Despite the soothing safety, he knows he shouldn't be here. A forest that can only be part of the giant legends and the impossible existence surrounds him; trees twisting together like lost lovers, wood shimmering with magic and leaves giggling as the wind picks them up with hues of rainbows. It's a place that should no longer exist and yet Regulus finds himself here once again.

Animals are coming and disappearing through the nooks of nature, flying to reach the clear sky, without any fear. They are almost invisible compared to the water rushing down a small creek that he is so familiar with. There are laughters and words he can't discern fluttering but one voice makes it all clear and honest to his ears.

There is only one trail for him just as always after he gets his head out of the tall grass. He doesn't need another, not when he knows the reward of this one - the best of all. He strides forward, inching closer to the running water tingling his nose. It's fresh and inviting but he won't touch it.

Regulus only comes to watch James, who doesn’t know that, but it’s how he wants it to be.

As quietly as he can, his way is made toward the happy chatter and the splashes of water. The sound is enough to freshen up Regulus even though the heat isn’t overwhelming here but it’s more than what he is used to.

Their language is unfamiliar, a rumored dead language despite the truth, and Regulus has only learned small words here and there by eaves-dropping. It’s still not enough to understand all the excited words thrown left and right. James’ voice is unmistakable, like a clear wind in the middle of a raging sea. He shouldn’t be lulled by it but Regulus has never been the complete obedient soul that he is rumored to be.

His path is made by crouching through the blushing leaves and the golden grass to reach a point of view not too above the small river at the bottom of the rushing cascade. Regulus is just in time to catch the sight of James jumping in the water from a small cliff near the cascade, which he must have climbed to reach for it. It’s not impossible but the path is hazardous and the height would scare every sane person. Of course, James’ friends don’t see any flaw in his judgment as they all cheer until they are sprayed by the water from his landing.

He recognizes the chubby blond young man that follows James, sometimes even up to Regulus’ realm, and the woman of the same age with braided hair up to her dark shoulders. The others are of no importance though Regulus has no doubts that James is a perfect companion to them, but he can’t spare more of his focus. Peter and Mary are known and definitely closer to James than all of them which is the only reason why he has made efforts to know the minimum.

James shakes his head as he comes back to the surface with a laugh already on his lips before even breathing. Regulus stays hidden, eyes working through the blanket of nature, despite being completely hooked at the first notes of it.

They must call him crazy. Peter gestures at the toothed cliff, probably calculating his exploit, as Mary jokingly refuses James to come back up on the riverside where she is sunbathing by pushing him with her foot. He, without surprise, pulls her in the river with no second thought and she screeches in surprise, trying to push his head back under the river. The riverbed isn’t deep, their shoulders are above the water without any trouble compared to the feet of the cascade where James had jumped in. Peter laughs at them, along with the rest of them, as they sit on a half-immersed edge.

Regulus drinks the sight like a man without pride and famished. James’ skin is lighter than Mary but is still contrasting with the limpid water. His chest shines under the sunlight and the tattoos drawn on it only accentuates how healthy he is. It certainly only feeds his massive character and explains why James attracts all eyes whenever he comes close. Though for Regulus he doesn’t even need to be around for that.

Thankfully he doesn’t show up half-naked everywhere, never in Regulus’ home which is a twisted blessing, but even obscured by clothes he shines out like the Sun. Regulus swallows and tries to deepen himself into his hiding spot as his cheeks continue to heat up at his thoughts. James’ hair is wet, shining with joy, and already curling up in a way that seems to invite Regulus over. He quickly retrieves his glasses from Peter after brushing a hand over his wet face to clear it once he and Mary make their way to sit beside their friends.

Regulus watches pleasantly from his personal hideout. There aren’t many words that he can recognize but he doesn’t need all of it to take in the sight of James pleasantly sunbathing amongst his friends. He seems almost asleep but he smiles, laughs and chats with all his friends with no worries about the rest of the realm.

He is jealous of many things but the list only grows longer the more he observes James. Sirius and him are always together every time he comes to visit them, sometimes even alone but Regulus knows that neither of their parents are aware of that. They are insufferable together and while Regulus has been invited to hang out, he knows that it would get too much for him.

Here, in James’ realm, Regulus has no place but to be an enemy or at best a dubious outsider but there is nowhere else where James is as beautiful and serene as in here. He is free and nature nurses him with a stark favoritism that Regulus fully agrees with.

A light startles him, disturbing his revered sight-seeing, and he looks up to meet with the Sun blinking at him like a curious eye. It eats the sky and looms over James and his innocent friends. Regulus doesn’t flinch at the wolf breathing down his neck, hungry and at the ready to jump at his favorite prey, if anything it’s as one that they get ready to jump at the Sun.

His hands are the paws. His jaw pulse with teeth earning to drown into the molten blood. His eyes sharpen on the golden flesh begging for his lethal care-

“Regulus?”

He startles as he meets James’ eyes right in front of him. To spot him, he must have climbed his way up here and crawled in his hiding spots. James looks delighted, eyes sparkling above his dreamy smile, as he completely eclipses the Sun.

It shouldn’t happen - they can’t meet and especially never like this even if James waits on him like he is something precious. It cannot happen.

#hp marauders #marauders #writing #norse mythology au #regulus black #james potter #james potter's breasts #james fleamont potter #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #myriadparacosm #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #the marauders era

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sommerregenjuniluft · 11 months

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This is a story about two boys raised by the sun. Florida heat, being a teenager, best friends and how falling in love works when you've already loved them for as long as you can remember. — [ heavily insp by Dominic Fike’s song Ant Pile/the Sunburn album fic tag on tumblr ]

no one’s gonna say anything against a dude kissing his homie good luck | rosekiller | M | 3.1k words | stupid teenage bois, jealousy and Good Luck Kissing

Evan’s fingers clench in the worn cotton. Somewhere in the back of his head there’s sirens going off, a voice yelling at him to not do it. It’s a husky little thing when it tumbles out of Evan anyways. “You want a good luck kiss?” — [Ant Pile b-side]

Die a Little Death For Me | jegulus | E | 2.7k words | smut, trans reg, light dom/sub, voyuerism ft. the rosekiller boys

James leans down, admonishing, voice patronizing in his ear, “You gotta be quiet for me though, love. Can you be a good boy and do that for me?”

Suck the marrow out my bones and all you’ll taste is yourself | old wolfstar | T | 1.6k words | domestic, toothrotting fluff

“Moons,” whispered on a breathy little snicker, much too boyish for a man in his mid fifties and the mattress dips beneath his weight.

Teeth | wolfstar | E | 3.9k words | written for the Kinktober 2023 prompts Dubcon and Stripping

And then Remus squats down in front of him, a palm held under Sirius’ chin, “C’mon, spit, baby.” Sirius cheeks are flaring and he throws his chin up and forcefully spits the man right in his fucking face.

Always Pushing her Luck | lesbian wolfstar | E | 2.6k words | the inherent eroticism of lathering someone up in sunscreen/aloe lotion

Remus braces herself but, really, she should have seen it coming. “Kiss it better?”

Ribs Are Designed To Be Crawled Into | lesbian wolfstar | M | 1.7k words | bloody and gory-ish, feelings realization, canon universe

“Chest a widely open crater that Remus wants to duck into and make a home for herself in. Close the bones of Sirius’ ribs behind her like some grotesque form of double doors.”

rotting/festering away in the docs:

sun-baked dirt | wolfstar & jegulus cowboy au early 2000s | E

i’m talking mechanical bulls, chaps, skinny dipping, ex-equestrian black brothers, meaningful talks under the stars, the prettiest set of boots and lots of heart eyes and sexual tension

mira, mi amor | insp by a zar prompt! | jegulily & background wolfstar modern day nanny au | E | age gap, chronic illness, poc jily, smut

harry has 4 younger siblings: we’re serving an angsty almost-teenager, red-haired twins (because i couldnt help myself) and one precious toddler—lily and james are shagging non-stop to compensate for having the hots for their nanny and regulus is perpetually stressed out or horny (…….or both)

— a million and one more little things, mostly porn oneshots but also a whole fuckin haikyuu and maze runner au?? yeah

feel free to come yell at me about any of these:) also haikyuu, jjk, atla, aftg, httyd or anything in general really<3

#the post that says ‘im a writer in the way a potato is a battery’

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cinnamontoastcrunch-15 · 11 months

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The Ends of the Earth

GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS

I've finally decided it's time to share a long fic that I've been working non stop on secretly!!

I'm so fucking excited about this, so here you go!

Summary:

Sirius Black isn't what you'd call a 'good person'. He's just fine, and all, but who's keeping track, why does being good matter?

After he dies he realises that it matters... a lot.

A very long The Good Place AU fic in which Sirius is our Eleanor Shellstrop and Remus is the ever lovely Chidi Anagonye. I've been developing this for a while, and it's something I'm very proud of so far, and I've decided that it's finally time to share it with you!

So strap in, because this is going to be a JOURNEY (you don't have to have watched the show to read this!! It'll go off from the exact TGP storyline very VERY early on so don't worry about it too much)

It is Sirius (and wolfstar) centric, with some other POVs as a special treat every so often, and will also have Jily, Dorlene, Minerva x Poppy and possibly Rosekiller? I haven't decided yet lmao

Read the first chapter on ao3 now! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48301027/chapters/121815799

Cheeky little taster here:

Sirius is waking up.

Confusion washes over him for a moment, being all too used to aggressive headaches, almost like he’s being stabbed, dehydrated and nauseous, punishment for yet another night out, but this feels… pleasant. He isn’t peeling his eyes open uncomfortably, hoping and praying that he has something in his cupboards to settle his stomach. Instead, he wakes easily, wondering when he even fell asleep. After a few short blinks, his eyes finally start focusing.

Where the hell is he?

It’s definitely not his dingy flat that he hasn’t been able to play electricity for yet. He should really get on that, not being able to charge his phone in the flat is getting really annoying, he doesn’t want to keep looking for McDonalds’ he can charge shit shit up in.

His hands run over the light cream leather of the sofa he’s sat on, glancing around the room. Directly in front of him, on a wall that is such a stark white that it should be painful, a calming green text cuts through the paint.

‘Welcome! Everything is Fine.’

Fine.

Sure, he doesn’t actually know where he is or what’s going on, but somehow, and Sirius really isn’t sure how, he trusts it. He may be somewhere full of expensive furniture, but Everything’s Fine. Everything-

#GUYS #I'm freaking out about this #I'm obsessed #I've watched TGP at least 12 times all the way through now #I can quote a lot of the episodes word for word #I literally can't wait to share the rest of this with you #my two favourite things in one!!#wolfstar #sirius black #wolfstar oneshot #marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

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itsjaywalkers · 1 year

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fucked up roadtrip??? please say more!!<3

hi kat dear <333

okay so this one has been only an outline for WEEKS now, probably even months, and idk why bc i love the concept and i can't wait to write it

it's a horror au??? loosely based on a horror podcast i love (the left right game) and that i recently listened to again. in fact!! i remembered about it bc of @grimjobs fic which i have in my tbr list and i CANNOT wait to read and scream to them about it

anyways the general concept of the podcast is: a journalist (alice) disappears after going to visit a man obsessed with the paranormal (rob) that she was going to interview and write an article about. this happens bc she joins him in what i like to call the most fucked up roadtrip known to making (and hence the title of the wip), which starts with a game!! the left right game!! and you play by getting inside your car to take a drive, taking a left, then the next possible road on the right, and then the next possible left. you repeat the process endlessly until you end up somewhere........... new :)

the story follows what happened to alice while on the road, alternating between her and tom, who is an old friend of alice's from uni and who, for some reason, received the recordings of alice's investigation and is trying to find her!!

i'm probably gonna change the storyline tho and play a little with the concept of the game and the "road" !! but it's gonna be gory and creepy and generally fucked up!!!

it isn't gonna focus too much on romance, but the main ship will be jegulus (with a bit of an age gap). there's also gonna be evan and pandora as twins and wolfstar!! and maybe rosekiller/pandalily?? idk i'm still thinking about it

#thank u for asking about this one i really should start writing it #instead of just playing around with the outline #and using it as an excuse to listen to the podcast #god i love it so much i can't believe it's been years since i first heard it #wip game #kat tag #<333 #fic: fucked up road trip

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lunasky2491 · 21 days

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About me ✮⋆⁺₊

ok is it just me or is putting the ‘about me’ in giving “tell me a secret, a nice one” vibes

Hi i’m Harriet, I usually just go as luna on here as it’s easier but feel free to use either

I’m 15 (so pls don’t be weird) that’s also the age when regulus’ name was first called in the reaping

I go by she/her

I’m not entirely sure of my sexuality at the moment, right now i am just going as being bi but i am questioning if I am finsexual and demisexual

I am a Slytherin

And also a massive marauders fan “a great big tragedy” i’m telling you, that’s that it feels like being here

along with being a Regulus kinnie (sad boy poetry for the win)

Right now i am writing my first fic No Different Than You which is a wolfstar and Jegulus fic which is centred around platonic moonwater making a third side of the war. the link is below so feel free to check it out

wait you’re still reading, i’m surprised tbh

As you can see I love the marauders era and surprisingly find it comforting despite the amount of angst

how the hell did i get here, you’d think that reading choices as your first ever marauders fic would draw you away because of how heartbreaking it is “please don’t start your war yet, i’m not being done loved by him” but nope it brought me right in,when i then had to undergo reading the chapter copenhagen “I just got him back” in ahb in the middle of english class (that’s where i read reg’s death in choices too) oh how that hurt

“don’t go to troy” guys

I’m telling you ‘Somewhere is the west country of england’ not only did James potter stop breathing but a 14 year old girl at the time called Harriet did as well

well apart from this I absolutely adore reading books and fics (mostly just been fics recently……. ok i like haven’t sat down and read a full paper book for probably nearly a year, but i know i have read over 4 million words of fanfiction in the past 10 months so yeah I got that down for me, also along with that I am constantly listening to music, i can probably never be found without my airpod’s in

my favourite ships: jegulus, wolfstar, marylily or pandalily, rosekiller, dorlene also drarry

my favourite platonic ships: prongsfoot, moonwater and sirius’s and lily’s friendship

with music though I love so much but my current top artists I listen to are Hozier, David Bowie,Taylor Swift, Conan Grey, Cavetown also a little bit of Chloe Ament

Well I think that’s about it here

please feel free to Ask

anything at all really, this is a free space for anyone

oh and jk rowlbitch can go fuck herself

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anauro · 1 year

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hate to be that girl but pls i need to know more about the rosekiller fic post DASS!! btw love your writing

Ha, babe I was hoping someone would ask, I’ve been dying to talk about this 😅

So.

It would be set like 4-6 years after Dass ends, so the doctor boys™️ will be well into their respective trainings and James too would have an established career. Also Harry would have lived with Jegulus for a while and be a proper teenager with all the drama that comes with it. Overall, much much much less angst, no one is doing drugs, everyone is more or less happy.

Now onto Evan and Barty. I cant quite figure out if I want it to have a bit of a Conan Gray Yours vibe or if I want it to be more of a happy get-together, so it will probably be somewhere in between.

Evan and Rel would have split up already, more or less amicably and still be in touch because of [redacted]. Also because of [redacted], Evan would be very cautious about who he brings into his life, generally staying single and mainly hooking up with Barty… until he realises Barty is the exact person he needs and wants in his life and they all live happily ever after ✨🎉

#roc answers #dass #rosekiller #dass rosekiller #rosekiller spin off #drugs and surgical scrubs

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risetherivermoon · 11 months

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hey there babe

ik it was a while ago but requesting info on the cowgirl dorlene au? please, thank you, have an amazing day

ah yes!

dorlene is a ship that i don't write about often which is saaad, and i really want to write something with them as the main couple at some point,

but anyways, cowgirls!:

this au is one i don't have too much about just because i dont read or write western aus much, but i love the aesthetic and everything, so yk

id imagine this as being Marlene is a criminal who's been wanted for a while for theft or what not and she has a reward for her capture all that,

Dorcas owns a saloon down the road, and works as the bartender there, she's pretty well known around town, she lives in the space above it,

Marlene, probably running from the sheriff, breaks into the saloon after hours and hides somewhere, Dorcas wakes up from the noise and goes downstairs and catches Marlene,

they argue back and forth before Dorcas decides that Marlene can stay for a bit only if she doesn't cause any trouble her way and never comes back,

but, the sheriff finds where Marlene is staying and suddenly Dorcas is dragged into being a cowgirl on the run, and they go through a bunch of adventures and stuff while running through from the police,

oh and they kiss, because gay people <3

if this was a fic id probably add some background/minor ships too, maybe James as the sheriff and Regulus is a bartender at one of the places that Dorlene stops at (he and Marlene know eachother maybe), which ends up with Jegulus meeting and all that,

Wolfstar as regulars at the saloon and they just have a lot of tension, all of that,

maybe Rosekiller as some other criminals they come across, maybe Marlene has worked with them in the past, etc etc

idk id have to think more about it more, but i like the idea i have now lol

my girls <3

anyways, thanks for the ask! and dw abt sending this a bit late i still enjoy ranting about all of these lol, and there are still more of the ideas i haven't gone through entirely, i might edit the list to say all the ones i havent talked abt yet we'll see

but in conclusion, dorlene is definitely a ship i want to write and make more content about, 100%, i love western aus, i hope you have a good day, and thanks for letting me spill my brain juices on the coffee table,

(original post/list: socks fic ideas )

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avesgraveyard · 2 years

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before i decide to suck myself into another writing project, I have recently garnered an unhealthy obsession with rosekiller and am kind of interested in writing something for it.

so my general idea is a road trip, probably somewhere along the west coast of North America, no the characters are not from there they are just visiting.

main ship is rosekiller but they won't be the only ones on the trip, jegulus, wolfstar probably dorlene and maybe pandora too. if there are any other characters that people would like to see as a part of the main storyline let me know.

basically its a besties to lovers fic, I was thinking of doing mostly barty's pov but maybe some evan and outsider pov as well. essentially the discovery of how in love barty is with his best friend through drunk nights, beach parties, gorgeous hikes and camping along the west coast. modern setting so no death or canon or anything.

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writtenforwylan · 1 year

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Marauders & TAS

So... The Atlas Six but it’s the marauders era.

Who are our six? I’m thinking Lily, Regulus, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Mary. (Maybe Barty as Dalton??) I might add Evan in there too somewhere bc I don’t think I could have Barty without Rosekiller.

Thoughts?

#the atlas six #marauders era #maraudersau #fanfic #ta6 #the atlas paradox

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allamericanb-tch · 23 days

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art heist, baby! thoughts (2)

i made a separate folder in my notes for these bc i didn’t think i would go through to so fast

chapter 19-21

i’m starting to genuinely fear for my life rn

wait i forgot to write down my thoughts 😭😭

chapter 22

sirius committing to the heist ?!

convoluted another vocab word

i love that the blacks are a crime family it’s hilarious

ooh where are they going ?!

the painting

☹️

omg ❤️‍🩹

eeee they’re kissing in front of the painting

that was sweet i love regulus black

chapter 23

hanky panky in this chapter?!

the jegulus ❤️‍🩹

“You’re not a bad person Regulus. Maybe you’ve done some bad things but you deserve love, you always deserve to be loved.”

eeeeeeeeeeee

nooo they have to stop

moony ❤️‍🩹

wolfstar is so back

chapter 24

hanky panky right off the bat ok

brazil mention!

ours

giggling my feet rn

“Poor blood circulation is part of my charm,” me fr

remus jump scare

“i guess that’s what happens when everyone is hot” 😭😭

ahhh meeting time

dorlene!!!!! if they don’t get their italy wedding i will riot

“"Why do I feel like my dad just announced that he was dating again," Marlene shuttered.” marlene 😭😭 i love her so much

BARTY AND EVAN INTERROGATING JAMES 😭😭😭 i love them so much

sirius just lurking

chapter 25

fake heist? fake heist.

james just Being James 😭

“is it like… huge” MARLENE 😭😭

heist!

this is stressful and it isn’t even the real one

camaraderie another vocab word

prongsfoot is prongsfooting

they ate

chapter 26

“everyone loves abba” REAL

eeee they’re kissing

what

oh.

“uh oh” is right james

oh my 😭

james dancing on kitchen countertops is so james

chapter 27

prongsfoot going grocery shopping

guys i cannot even put into words how much i love marlene

the fact that their having their own last supper feels like an omen of some kind

is regulus jesus and the rest of the crew is his disciples and regulus is going to die omg i will die if regulus dies

PANDORA?!

it’s dinner time *lightning* *maniacal laughter*

it wasn’t pandora! huzzah

regulus saying he can’t dance 😭 ok me when i lie

“i love you” AHHHH REGULUS

(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

THE HEIST IS NEXT CHAPTER but i have to stop now ahhhh

chapter 28

We Are So Back

guys i’m scareddddd

“It hurt James to watch everything be consumed by the fire, his little notes he passed back and forth to Peter and Marlene, his doodles in the margins of art prints.” and it hurts me to read about it

this isn’t sad but i’m going to cry

“I swear there’s two people in there.” rosekiller? rosekiller.

i hate that james is talking about marriage right now because. i know. what’s going. to happen.

lowkey forgot how close new hampshire and new york are like four hours is a very short drive between states

heist!

i’m terrified rn

they’re almost done omg

guyssss im scareddddd

lily ?!

okay.

wolfstar ❤️‍🩹

i swear if something happens rn

SOMETHINGS HAPPENING GUYS

oh me oh my (bad)

they’re safe!

chapter 29

i haven’t been writing thoughts ugh

effie ☹️

WHO DID IT AHHH

oh my gosh i bet it was peter

“live laugh lobotomy” —barty

frank too ?!

i love marlene

the mile high club 😭😭

chapter 30

you mean i only have 8 chapters left ?! what ?!

peter being suspicious

“Oh that’s the goal, the dream even,” James grinned widely. “He can tackle me to the ground any day he wa–”

stop they’re going to call effie why did i think they were driving somewhere to do Other Things 😭

TELEFOON

they’re so cute i cannot

eeeeee

oh no why is it sad again

“I just had all these feelings and nowhere to put them they just sort of…leak out of my eyes sometimes” truer words have never been said

eeeeeee

of course james would like sunflowers

IT WAS MALFOY???? WHAT????

honestly i’m really glad it wasn’t peter

VOLDY????

regulus left please let him not die

wait i thought james couldn’t ride a bike

is marlene going to propose to dorcas in paris ?! ahhhhhh omg

“this is a james-napping” i love evan so much

they’re getting high

regulus is back!!

oh no they’re fighting

we’re good

eep

chapter 31

🎶like we were in paris🎶

the jegulus is jegulusing in this chapter

AHHHH DORLENEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

guys i cannot contain my happiness rn im giggling and kicking my feet so much

chapter over! short and very sweet and i loved it <3

#art heist baby

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grimsneverendingfuneral · 4 months

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Grim, hi! I’ve missed you! I’ve been busy with some sucky real life stuff, but I promise I have not forgotten about you!

I shattered my left wrist which is already annoying as is, but it happened HOURS after I got my cast off on my right arm which was broken. It’s just so annoying ugh. Like, I’m fine of course, just so annoying. Seriously it’s only the kind of luck I could have.

Anyways! You know what time it is, obviously. What was your favourite song this week? Do you wear glasses? And a Rosekiller relation question for ya, what are some of their quirks/bad habits? (e.g.: biting nails, picking at skin, etc. etc. you get the idea) 🎤

OH MY GOOODDDDDDDD MIC ANON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fuck i was so happy to get this message in my inbox but as i read it my face kinda fell. fuckin hell its been a rough couple of weeks for you. what the hell man. oooohhh i wish i could draw doodles on your cast and tuck you in and give your forehead a kiss. that is an substantial amount of bad luck, for sure, but the way you're going about it says a lot about who you are as a person, which is probably super brave and resilient. i remember when i broke my foot how absolutely simultaneously depressed and delirious i was cause its just so absurd in a way. you find ways to live your life differently, its a whole experience, yknow, living with a cast on or not being able to use one of your limbs. im glad youre okay though but be gentle with yourself cause it does affect our mental health more than we think. give yourself that time to just heal and try not to get too frustrated with yourself. you need time and rest

i hope you're well surrounded or at least i hope you have some support, and im here if you wanna chat. also, im genuinely so shocked and flattered and a little emotional that you would still send me an ask when you just shattered your wrist???? wow. fuck im giving you smooches on the arm. im making you soup im getting things from high places you cant reach im fussing over you like a motherly figure

also im kinda curious (you dont have to answer) but how did this happen?

ok questions. yes. my favourite song this week was this black metal song (im in my winterly black metal phase. happens every january or so) called I Am The Black Wizards by Emperor. its just.... crazy orchestral folkloric screeching overlapping rumbling drums and insane distorted guitars. i just listened to it on repeat while writing and it really inspired the madness in this chapter i just finished. also love listening to it in public with a straight face

i do not wear glasses, no! i have a pair of blue light glasses though that i wear when i write cause im on the computer a lot and i look super sexy in them. i was blessed with very good vision for some reason

and rosekiller quirks!! huh. theres probably a lot. for sure barty vocally stims a lot. i picture him as the guy at the back of the class who makes like annoying ass popping sounds with his mouth or will screech for no reason. he's gotta be humming or inventing new noises at all times. and the thing is about that is that his friends usually like catch onto those noises and will begin to make them as well and it becomes this thing like. his noises make sense and they feel good to make once you start mimicking them. i think he also has an excellent long term memory to the point its scary but his short term memory is fucking ass. like you HAVE to text him to remind him of things or he'll forget. he puts a mug somewhere? forgets it for weeks. has no object permanence so when hes been on his phone for too long he just hides it in a cupboard and completely forgets about it. he's also messy but not dirty. like theres socks everywhere but he scrubs his bathroom for three hours with Pinesol. i could go on and on and on

evan's bad habits are more mental than physical but for some reason i feel like his waking self is completely different from his sleeping self. waking self is very aware of his body language, his posture, the way his face moves, but sleeping him is kicking at your calves, thrashing around, sheets twisted around his legs, his hand finds itself directly in your face and he definitely sleeps in that position where youre on your belly and your leg is up yknow. i think evan is also prone to sighing a lot. he sighs so much and he doesnt notice and its like are you fucking okay?? can you stop sighing like youre a poor victorian woman withering away from broken heart? lastly i think evan does pick at his lip skin but only in private. he doesnt really do stuff in front of others like that. but he will pick it until it feels smooth and its bleeding in three places but at least it feels smooth (i do this)

thank you so much for keeping me updated on your life mic anon i feel very honoured. hope you have a good recovery

#mic anon #ily #im so glad youre back

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