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saints your intellectual and elevated takes on wizard yaoi truly open up my mind every time i see them. spiritually we're making out

i've said it before but it isn't just "wizard yaoi".. we're all leading participants in an elite fujoshi literary salon. it's like whatever French intellectuals had going on in the 1940s

we're doing the anonymous opinion ask game

#the fujishi salon... #foursaints

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idk how you do it but evan’s eyes look like he’s not there mentally, like there’s a divide between him and reality, a barrier, his cornea is actually a plexiglass (sorry to throwback to pandemic-core), he’s just 👁️ 👁️ and i feel that

ah i'm so happy!! that's exactly what i was going for with the eyes this time, so it's so nice to see someone actually mention it 😭 ♡♡. i DO think his eyes are dead & glassy..... and oddly luminous. they look like they should glow in the dark

#you can see his pupils #which should man gou can read him better #“window to the soul” and all #but you just find ✨ nothing ✨ #there's a twinkle of interest when dissection and his Loves come into mention #otherwise just 👁️👁️ #Evan #foursaints

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saints i feel that evan especially the way you draw him is just so androgynous and almost cutesy..and i love it. hes just a little thing that wears his sister's clothes and likes sweet-smelling shampoo and conditioner. he likes his hair just a little too long and his nails painted. awh hes so cute. (dont worry about the creepy staring, hes just being a silly little guy!) 💖

yeah you get it!! evan's androgyny is really important to me, because i find the headcanon of his switching places with pandora (or just: them being UTTERLY identical in general) to be CRUCIAL!! ♡

i'm glad that we're all sharing in the evan love today. i want to swaddle him tightly in a blanket & spoon-feed him oatmeal

#ITS DA BABBYYYYYY #Evan #he's so precious #like a porcelain angel #foursaints

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I want Draco's bedroom

(follies)

#this is so stunning what???? #environment/room design.... #blessed. #THE COLOR PALETTE TOO??? #gorgeous. #not my art #Drarry

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reblog this if you want anonymous opinions of you

#why not #just don't make me cry pls n thx ✌️

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Uther: you are not good enough for my son.

Merlin: you’re not good enough for your son.

Uther: excuse me?

Merlin: you heard me.

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Your art of Evan evokes in me what I imagine is evoked in Barty whenever he sees him I have the strongest urge to crawl up into his sweater with him and tangle my fingers in his hair do you think he smells good

:~) this is so kind of you, anon... thank you! i think he smells like a very elderly person's house, good but a little dusty. there's something there like one of those dried floral sachets people keep at the bottom of wardrobes, but a persistent undertone of formaldahyde & mothballs. his hair is so soft, though. it's like a cloud of candyfloss

#can imagine Barty fluffing Evan's hair #but Evan's just reading or dissecting something- #paying zero mind or attention #they're perfect your honor.. #foursaints #Rosekiller

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little wild animal 🦷

#HIM #ITS THE GUY‼️ #ugh you nailed the angelic-off putting look #Evan 🫶 #foursaints #not my art

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this is the most jegulus variant that ever varianted and i cannot and will not ever get over it

#NO #you dont understand #this is so real. #Mavis has too much wonder #BUT AT THEIR CORES THEY SO ARE

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That breakfast we had the other morning when I was too tired to function like a human being, the server continuously kept deferring to me rather than my betrothed.

There’s a few reasons for this. But mostly I have a natural charisma that I’ve honed for years in sales, and I was in a better position to make eye contact with her when we needed things.

Even on tired days I can flick on a small portion of Friendly that makes people want to interact with me. When she walked away I’d go back to staring blankly out the window, too tired to interact with the world.

So when the check came she left it with me, when I asked for a box for my betrotheds food she handed it to me. By the time the check (with my betrotheds card) came back and was left at my side they were very put out.

“Am I just invisible? Do I not matter as much?” they asked in frustration.

Delirious with exhaustion and barely tethered to this reality I looked up at them and said, “You wouldn’t ask if the moon doesn’t matter just because it doesn’t shine as brightly as the sun.”

They stared at me and said, “I didn’t expect you to be so poetic when you’re this tired…”

“Did it help?”

They nodded, smiling a tiny smile, and ushered me out of the booth to go home.

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mother 🫨

what is your opinion on the boys and how loud they are in bed 🫨

*bangs head against table*

18+ below

James: whining, whimpering, breathy sounds (my kryptonite tbh) = semi loud

Remus: huffing/breathy sounds, grunts, praises spilling from his lips, whimpers as he comes = moderate/semi-loud

Sirius: grunting, praises/degradation constantly, bossy/telling you what to do, groans and shouts as he comes = loud

Regulus: nearly silent, some breathy sounds, maybe telling you what to do/degradation, only whines slightly when he comes = quiet

Barty: LOUD, screaming nearly the whole time, laughing?, bratty, shouts when he comes = loud

Evan: almost silent unless he's admonishing you, grunts when he comes = quiet

Lily: praising, some moaning, coaches you through it, moans when she comes = moderate/semi-quiet

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but if I don't get weird and horny about this then who will

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A FUCKING WHAT???? Losing my mind.

I'm a little inspired so a little snipet of the next chapter of That's all there is to this story (Given Au - Jegulus)

The phone call goes straight to voicemail and someone speaks.

"Hi, this is Barty, I can't take your call right now. If you're Reg, you know what to do! I love you! Just Reg, if you're not him screw you,"

Regulus can feel the tears burning down his cheeks and slipping through his lips like venom ready to kill. His voice is fighting to escape his body, scratching inside his chest, making his throat bleed with deep eternal cuts that will never heal. Phantom hands pull him and drown him in the blackness that never stops choking him.

When he finally talks, it feels like claws tearing his heart apart.

“I saw him, Barty. I saw Sirius,”

Chapter five will be updated next Sunday!

#A GIVEN AU AUDJDFNDKDJDKDJ #i need to rewatch Given and cry #then read this fic and cry again. #AUGH

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james potter u will always be famous

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Keith can't stop thinking about Lance 🥺

#emo in love 🥺 #I am Keith #Keith is me #mood blaming your crush for occupying your mind- #not my art #Keith #keefers

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The sunlight tickled Reg's nose as he lay on the blanket James set down on the front lawn for them. Eyes closed, he could sense James near him. Not quite sure what the older boy was up to he let himself soak in the sweet summer breeze. Reg made a motion to sit up, this was quickly met with James' hand pinning his shoulder down. 'Not a chance love,' warned James. Regulus opened his eyes to find James, with a pile of tiny daisies in his hand, hovering over his head. 'What are you up to there, Jamie?' a nickname Regulus saved only for the softest moments with James. James' forehead wrinkled in concentration as he replied, 'A masterpiece in the making.' Regulus raised his eyebrows at James as he placed a daisy in each swirl of Regulus' black curls.

#oh this is so soft #i need draw this #babies... #art ideas

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fanfic idea where Regulus is declared missing, then presumed dead. So James, ever the loving husband/widower, decides to get over his grief to do the one thing Regulus never got to do: to translate, edit, and publish his French poems.

However, as he gets further and further into the notebooks of poetry. James notices that it almost tells a story when he realizes each poem is giving a clue to what truly happened to Regulus

#i need this to be written #but I WILL vomit and cry if Reg is dead at the end. #Jegulus