Jean Moreau & Neil Josten - All for the Game by Nora Sakavic
There's a scream inside that we all try to hide We hold on so tight, we cannot deny Eats us alive, oh it eats us alive, oh Yes, there's a scream inside that we all try to hide We hold on so tight, but I don't wanna die, no I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, yeah
detail thoughts:
- love ronan’s obviously expensive (non-uniform) coat, intrigued that his tattoo doesn’t reach to his neck as far as we can see
- love how noah’s “crushed” side is blocked, also curious if he’ll often be blocked/awkward in panel compositions? could be a cool concept?
- love blue and ronan having the same gaze! yes! lusting for gansey. who said that.
- adam’s slight mullet. justice. plus great contrast to the three other boys all having identical clean cuts on the back of their heads. and i know it’s just dramatic sunlight but if he really had a kinda shitty bleach job i wouldn’t be mad
- everyone has freckles thank u sas
- blue with the classic ➿ choker! and bushy eyebrows!!! also i always forgot how short she’s supposed to be like damn. excited to see how they’ll play into that visually! and her being the only one with her full face shown is nice <3 i wish it was more obvious that she’s the main character but i respect that it’s lowkey too!
in conclusion: look how far we’ve come thank god <3
Happy Birthday Kevin Day.
you and i were fireworks that went off too soon
nah, because this is so right so have some of my Evan hc's
• He doesn't want people to worry about him and does keep his problems inside
• He smells like bit of vanilla, moist autumn forest, burnt wood and summer but it isnt too sweet at all
• I have to say it. FRENCH EVAN ROSIER.
• He LOVES cinnamon rolls.
• He's secretly obsessed with bracelets
• Evan is insanely good at dueling, but he's very nonchalant about it
• He cries when he is mad
• He can sense when people are looking and staring at him, he stares back until they leave in discomfort
• His smile. It's literally perfect and so pretty, it's usually sweet but obv he has the "Evan Rosier grin"
• Bit sadistic
• Low iron.
• He has anxiety, with panic attacks and such.
• Quietest skittle in public atleast
• He passes notes in class all time
• He has and needs reading glasses but doesn't use them.
• Is good at drawing
• Gay and Asexual/Demisexual
• Passive aggressive
• Lactose intolerant
• Allergic to milk and peanuts
• Evan was raised alot like Regulus and Sirius, the diffrence is that he didnt have anyone (if we dont think that Pandora is his sis)
• He always felt that he was a tool
• He didnt feel like he could change anything in his life, because he has been told and shown that he is powerless againt his family
I don't think we as a fandom give Evan Rosier enough time of day. we don't make him the focus of headcanons but instead make him a side character to Regulus or Barty. Long story short, he gets the Peter treatment, and that's not fair to either of them!! give me Evan headcanons that aren't just about Barty (even tho I love rosekiller). What's his favorite color? what's his patronus? Was he even a fighter or was he just dragged into the war to follow his friends? I want more people to talk about him.
drunk - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 99
"You're drunk," Evan murmurs and Barty kisses down his neck, hands wandering up and down his sides.
"So?" His head is hazy. The alcohol has made things fuzzy, but one thing is clear: he wants. More than anything, he wants to belong to Evan, to be underneath him, to be taken by him until he forgets his own name. "I want you."
But Evan pulls backward, a tortured look on his face. "Yeah, Bee. Except you only want me because you're drunk. I want you all the time."
And then he's disappeared, leaving Barty cold and confused and alone.
I told my friend about Edgar Allan ravens, the nest and moriyama lore, the image she had in mind when I finished was this
accurate much?
HELLO WHEN ANT WAS HIGH AND KISSING THE TREE AND SHIT CA$H SAID TO SPIDER “SUCK IT SPIDER” OHHHH MY
nobody understands how fucking insane I am about neil josten. I want to build an art gallery for that man, a museum, a cathedral. I want to capture the sound of his laughter in a bottle. I want to interview the monster that lived under his childhood bed. I want to study his profile while he’s sleeping. I want to know every speck of color in his eyes. I want his bones that healed wrong. I want to catch the way foreign curses fall from his tongue and make a wind chime out of them. I want to pluck the sun out of his hair. I want to see his already questionable humanity decay. I want to taste his terror and despair and I want to cradle him in my arms and never let another person hurt him ever again
she / her | trc, aftg, marauders... anything? | not artist enough | if u dont like kavinsky try pyrotechnics?
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