roѕιer // evan

"The question is not who is going to let me, it's who is going to stop me?" - Ayn Rand

[selinasapworthy]

She shook her head, quirking her lips as she looked at him without replying. This was going to be an interesting evening, she could tell, and she would be surprised if either of them were anything but hungover by the time they eventually woke - if they went to sleep, of course. She shrugged.

“Oh, I don’t care. You lead this time,” she replied as she pulled her hair back.

[evanrosier-rr-blog]

He watched her intently, the alcohol finally coming to him. “That’s a dangerous request,” he said, mounting his broom. Evan kicked off, elevating idly a few feet above the ground. “I’m not sure where to go honestly,” he said. “But we’ll figure it out. Come on.”

[imogenrosmerta-blog]

SEND ME A ☾ AND A CHARACTER AND I’LL WRITE THREE HEADCANONS ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP

or, if we haven’t plotted send me one and i’ll throw some stuff at you. 

[imogenrosmerta-blog]

She straightened up, anger bubbling in her stomach. She was always close to anger, and it never took much to push her over the edge, especially that word. “Oh darling,” she clicked her tongue three times and shook her head, “You think that word insults me?” She sighed, “The only insulting thing about it is that you, that men seem to think that women will care what you think.” She bent down and slowly ran a hand down Evan’s forearm. “If only you weren’t such a pig… I could have shown you just what else exactly my mouth is good for.” 

[evanrosier-rr-blog]

Evan leant in despite her straightening up, and he ignored her touch. He looked right into her eyes with a smirk spread wide across his face; the sharp point of his upper right first bicuspid tooth stuck out from right behind his lip. He whispered, “Then why do you look as if you’re about to throw up,” he eyed her up and down, then met her eyes again, “slut?” He returned back to his sitting position and shrugged, and said, “I’m into more untouched girls anyway. Now get me more whiskey, baby girl.”

[evanrosier-rr-blog]

Do you ever feel like a second fiddle?

Never.

(OOC: Evan never feels inferior to anybody because he does not care about anybody and their opinions.)

[riddlesregime-ops]

Memes

Send ‘a moment of weakness’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.

Your muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is out of it, needing release.

My muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is in a haze, needing release.

Your muse is being beat up by mine, something your muse did must of been the last straw.

My muse is being beat up by yours, something they did must of been the last straw.

Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.

My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.

My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

Your muse is being punished by mine.

My muse is being punished by yours.

Your muse is temporarily blind.

My muse is temporarily blind.

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Your muse has blackmail over mine.

My muse has blackmail over yours.

Your muse catches mine naked.

My muse catches yours naked.

Mun chooses.

[imogenrosmerta-blog]

She grinned, revelling in his discomfort. “What? Don’t like what you see?” She casually flicked her wand and summoned an empty glass and some firewhiskey before making a point of pointing her chest towards him as she lent over to pour it. “Look all you want, darling. I’m use to it.” she pushed the glass of whiskey towards him. “Besides, they’re just my proof that I’m right. That I will always be the favourite barmaid of Hogsmeade.” She smirked, “I mean, it’s an easy win.”

[evanrosier-rr-blog]

He bit down, taking the glass in his hand, and quickly downing it. “I’m feeling the need to punch a dent into somebody’s face, so you might just be victim if you don’t be a good girl and use your mouth for something other than talking my fucking ear off.” Evan pushed the glass to her. “And it may be because I don’t have to be a slut to get my customers.”

[imogenrosmerta-blog]

Having noticed his dismay for being touched, Imogen once more reached out and tugged at his ear. “Well they are rather big.” Knowing that it was a cheap shot she couldn’t help but laugh. “But honey you’re forgetting that I get the best of both. Why would a girl want to go to a guy with girl’s problems? And since I’m all these.” Imogen pressed her elbows against her chest, momentarily pressing her cleavage together, “Men want to come to me… Or on me, but same thing, right?”

[evanrosier-rr-blog]

Evan pushed her hand away from his ear immediately. “Fuck off, Rosmerta.” He shifted in his barstool and swallowed roughly, forcing the urge from his system to look downward. “Make yourself useful and get me a whiskey,” he said.

[thedruellablack-blog]

“Parenting isn’t exactly a conversation that we have often, but I know your mother. I also know your father and I’ll be the first to admit he might not be the best father. But your mother. I’m sure she wants to be a little more a part of your life. Give her a chance,” Druella suggested with a tilt of her own head. “Within the hour, I believe. Did you want some tea? I was about to make some for myself.”

[evanrosier-rr-blog]

Evan didn’t respond to the comment of his mother again, there was no use in arguing with Druella. He quickly changed the conversation. “Yes,” Evan said. “Please.”

[emma-a-vanity-blog]

“You are such an prat, Evan!” Emma rolled her eyes and then sat down at the bar. “Do you always have to attempt bring someone’s mood down? Or is that just on special occasions?”

[evanrosier-rr-blog]

“And do you expect anything else of me, Vanity?” He eyed her, hunched over from reaching beneath the bar to put the glass away. “I do find joy in ruining moods, yes.”

[selinasapworthy]

She rolled her eyes, not wanting to tell him about the indiscretion she’d had with a certain Ministry worker. She could see him laughing at her, rolling his eyes, or simply making a sarcastic remark. As it was, Selina didn’t want to think about that and she shrugged. “This is true, but shouldn’t you, the consummate Slytherin be proud that I’m concerned about self-preservation more than doing something stupid?” she teased him, eye cocked.

She shook her head. He was such a show-off sometimes. Selina walked to the closet and pulled her broom out – not the one for quidditch, but her general flying broom. It wasn’t as fast but it was a bit sturdier. And if something happened to it, she really wouldn’t complain. “Absolutely,” she replied as she came back out and handed him the bottle of firewhiskey.

[evanrosier-rr-blog]

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he said. Once he had his broomstick in his hand, Evan turned to Selina as she came over to him. With the bottle in his hands, Evan inspected its remaining contents, and shrugs. “Bottoms up,” he said, and drank the bottle vertically until the last drop was gone.

“Where to?” Evan asked.

[selinasapworthy]

Selina took the bottle back and sipped from it, knowing that drinking this late was probably not the best option. She would either be drunk the next day or completely hungover. And yet, she could not bring herself to care. But she was young, she was young and she’d just made a life decision that she was still getting used to. “No getting arrested,” she said as she raised her eyebrow. “That would reflect badly on both of us.” She shrugged and tilted her head at Evan’s suggestion. “That’s not a bad idea,” she said with a wry grin. “Let’s do it.”

[evanrosier-rr-blog]

As she repeated herself, Evan gave her an exaggerated nod. “Fine,” he said, swiping the bottle back, “No getting arrested.” Evan shrugged, if they were to get arrested or caught, they wouldn’t do much considering his current on-hold job at the Ministry. He’d cover for her, too. He rolled his eyes, and said, “You do know my stance with the Ministry would potentially save us for the most part, right?” At her agreement, he nodded with a sly smile, and took his wand out of his pocket.

“Accio Nimbus fifteen-hundred,” he said, taking a quick wave of his wand.” Evan immediately looked around for a place his broomstick would arrive at, and a muffled woosh sent him headed toward the fireplace. He caught the broomstick as it was ejected from the mouth. “Ready?” he asked, turning toward her.

[thedruellablack-blog]

“They’re your parents, Evan. I understand being different from them… believe me, I do… but they deserve the benefit of the doubt. Don’t be so quick to push them away, especially your mum,” Druella answered, giving her nephew a knowing look.

[evanrosier-rr-blog]

“And why should I do that?” He looked back at her, swallowing hard. “You’ve been more of a mum to me than her, at least you willingly offer me housing.” Evan cleared his throat, “When are they coming?”

[murderousfury-blog]

Alecto rolled her eyes at him, “It wasn’t weak as I didn’t actually give in to the urge to do so, Evan.”

[evanrosier-rr-blog]

He raised his eyebrows, and said, “And what could I do for you today? Not that I would do much of anything for really anyone, but you get the point.”

[thedruellablack-blog]

“Maybe that’s why you get into so much trouble… you want them to look at you,” Druella suggested to him. “Either way, Osric is in no need of his guest room and I’m sure he would be more than willing to let you take it over.”

[evanrosier-rr-blog]

“I could live without their acknowledgement,” he said. Evan chewed at the inside of his cheek for a brief moment, and shrugged, “Alright then.”

[wildbartycrouch-deactivated2016]

“Oh, I simply found a door and opened it,  it wasn’t that hard”

[evanrosier-rr-blog]

“And to what do I owe this honour?” Evan said, folding his arms over his chest.

[selinasapworthy]

She raised her eyebrow and laughed along with him. “That explains a great many things,” she teased him. Selina had always taken quidditch seriously, probably moreso than it needed to be. But she had two ambitions in her life – academia and quidditch – and one had clearly won over the other at this point in her life. She raised her eyebrows at the cat but left him alone.

Though she was a bit tired, Selina was excited to do something spontaneous. She hadn’t seen Evan in awhile and it would be nice to catch up, to simply be. “Well, we’ll have to do something fun before it does,” she replied smartly. “Let’s just set the bar fairly low. No getting arrested. Anything else is fair game.”

[evanrosier-rr-blog]

He smirked at her words, and said, “Yeah? You never knew though.” Evan stood up from the couch, too antsy to be in one place for much longer. He crossed over to a different part of the room and turned back to face her. “No getting arrested? If we don’t get arrested, did we even have any fun?” Evan folded his arms over his chest, “How about we fly around? Muggles are all sleeping by this hour, and I’ve got my broomstick stashed at my aunt’s manor. One flick of my wand,” he said, pulling his wand out, “will bring it here in an instant.” He looked at her.

[selinasapworthy]

“Oh, I remember,” she said with a grin. “I don’t forget much of anything.” That was part of her problem - she tended to remember everything, analyzing it later on. But she couldn’t think like that - it wasn’t healthy. Selina shook her head and dug through the pantry as Aquinas hopped up onto the counter top. While most would not be happy about their cat in the kitchen, she couldn’t bring herself to care - it’s not as if she did much cooking anyway - and absently refilled his dish as she looked for the bottle in question. It took her another minute before she found it. “Got it,” she called out before walking back into the living room, smiling as she saw him on the sofa.

Selina uncorked the bottle and took a sip before passing it to him, feeling the burn in her throat as the alcohol passed down. “London?” she asked him with a quirk of her eyebrow. “Or has exhaustion caught up to you?” she teased.

[evanrosier-rr-blog]

He couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, and said, “Well at least you do. I was trashed at nearly every match.” It’s true: Evan would drink up with a couple of other teammates before matches, and they were the best at hiding it. Evan watched Selina’s cat make its comfort on the kitchen table and he thought of how unsanitary that is.

“Excellent,” he said, sitting up on the couch and putting his wand away. Evan took the bottle from her hand, and took a swig from it. He nodded, “Sure, London sounds fine.” Another chuckle left his lips, “The exhaustion always catches up to me.”