I Feel Like After A 🌕, Remus Would Think One Word Only - 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. But Then, Little

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Should I finish drawing this scene from Art Heist–

Regulus marking his territory💋

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“It was Sirius’ agonised wails as he pleaded and called out to a God he never believed in to spare his brother. To bring him back. 

“I just got him back,” Sirius screamed. “I just got him back. Please. Don’t do this. Please bring him back. I just got him back.”

– otrtbs

I have nothing to say except… sorry?

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’m having a little 🤏 urge to break hearts–

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."

My beloved Regulus black 🫀

I kin him so hard [cries]