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19 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕
╰┈➤ 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖, 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 ♡
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╰┈➤ 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚐 ;
╰┈➤ 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 🖤 : 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚐 ;
𝐓𝐖: 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ;
I just finished reading roadkill. Yeah...🥲
Fuck, today was the one and only day in my life when I didn't feel like styling my hair, so I just put it in a ponytail. And guess what? The TV station had to come to my school today and record me 😭😭
Time to update my rosekiller fics recs list again 🔥
LISTEN UP GUYS!!!!
I JUST GOT THIS MESSAGE FROM @/lesbianduckoffical
they then sent me this screenshot:
Im posting this to make anyone who gets this message aware that THIS IS A SCAM!!!
this exact message is on the avoiding scammers part of the tumblr help page (linked below)
if anyone knows what i should do about this please help me out im not sure if i should report them because i think they've been hacked and i dont want them to completely lose their account
i have not replied or contacted the discord or whatsapp number and i urge anyone who gets a message like this to do the same
tagging people that they currently follow (out of concern that they might or may already have gotten this message) under the cut
i got this as well
@b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m @rosekiller27 @lilyduhhh16 @grimrcse @tumbleintomyheart @em0tionallymotionsick @ghostlynocturnalspirit @rustytyperwriter @loonylara @burntrosier @kade0-09
The same thing happened to me a few weeks ago; I just blocked them, as well as other accounts that end up commenting similar things. You can tell because they usually don't like the comments just by logging into the account. They either don't like any posts or they're all extremely recent with no information on their profile; even without all that, this type of message is always dangerous, don't pay attention.Don't worry, just block it. And report them.
Fucking shit, but luckily I managed to get my account back. You can unblock me (especially @/maliciouslittlewhiteboy, I love your posts 😭) 🥹🙏
Fuck, if I sent you anything, it wasn't me. I'm so sorry 🖤
nothing hotter than insane barty x supportive evil evan
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decided I needed to do this...
i had to do this
*doing this bingo instead of studying, and also no, i'm not working on a wip instead of preparing for an exam. when i'm lazy i'm LAZY.
also wait my wife @vanitatum-vanitass drew tt evan so honorable mention. it's not a SCENE technically but it's still important
My favorite fic ever this is my rosekiller bible
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47495638
you guys remember the shameless episode when Frannie (Luna) had a little birthday party and her and Debbie (Pandora) were wearing princess dresses? And her guncle Mickey (Barty) came and gifted her a fucking gun?
has anyone else seen those two wrestlers on tiktok and theres a blonde and brunette one and the brunette one is always grabbing onto the blonde one and they’re very rosekiller
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OMG YESYESYESYES 🔥🔥
Heelp. I'm sitting at the train station, and suddenly a guy comes up to me, gives me 50 gr (0.12 Euro), says "Here's money for a roll, don't thank me" and walks away 😭😭
You all convinced me. I'm going to read Roadkill. Now. I'm scared, lol. This will be my second MCD ever 😭
Eat your love rosekiller...
reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them
I read such an idiotic post today, omg. I still can't stop laughing after discovering my comment on this post was deleted, lmaoo. The truth hurts, doesn't it? 😏
Age gap rosekiller microfic
for @vanitatum-vanitass ; explicit; word count: 1215
When Evan notices the handle on his office door moving, he knows it's Barty before he sees him. He's the only one allowed in now.
It's evening, the office has closed. Barty is sweaty and tired and, during the day, his clothes have lost their neat appearance. He slides into the office with a disgusted face and looks at Evan, communicating a thousand emotions to him in a single glance.
Evan laughs. “What is it?”
Barty shudders. He grabs the folder under his arm and walks from door to the desk in a few strides. As always, he slides it towards Evan, nudging it with one finger, keeping an unnecessary-but-always-delightful eye contact.
Evan takes it, slumping in his chair. “So?”
Barty snorts. “Michelle”. The other secretary. “She hates me, and makes my life hell.”
Evan opens the folder, looks at it quickly and puts it back in his desk drawer. Barty waits, looking bored.
“Michelle?” Evan asks in the end, starting to arrange the pens and papers scattered on his workstation, “It seems impossible to me, she's an angel of a girl.”
Barty rolls his eyes. “With you, maybe. But not with me, because she started to notice.”
Evan tilts his head slightly. “Notice what?”
It's an imperceptible movement, but Barty freezes for a second. He loses some of the indifference on his face, but he quickly regains his composure.
“That you don't fuck her anymore. That you only let me in here.”
It's a little thing Evan does. When he wants to let the young, new assistants know that he wants them—and the old ones that will soon be fired—he elevates them in position. From simple assistants to personal assistants. Barty noticed, he's a smart guy.
Evan granted him that privilege, but…
Barty rests his hands on the desk and leans forward slightly, looking down at Evan.
“She asked me if I like taking it, bent over the desk. What should I tell her?”
But Evan still hasn't fucked him.
Not because he doesn't like Barty. God, no. Evan is now past that denial phase. He probably likes cock. He sure likes Barty's.
The truth is, he's discovered, it turns him on much more to provoke Barty. Prolong the flirting. Seeing him blush, vibrate with anger, find the most absurd ways to bend over, show his ass, touch Evan, whisper in his ear. He never wants it to end.
Barty raises an eyebrow, daring him to answer.
Evan can only smile. “I have no idea. I shouldn't even be aware of the arguments between my employees.”
“You know,” Barty ignores him, “I'm almost offended that she assumed you weren't the one taking it.”
Evan keeps the eye contact for a few more seconds, just long enough to take a deep breath. But he's forced to give up.
He licks his lips. “I remember you said something about choking on it…”
He sees Barty's moment of realization in his eyes: they light up. In the end, even though he promised himself he wouldn't, he let him win.
Barty pushes back, getting back to his feet. He looks at the time—it's very late, they should have been home for a while—and then at the small security camera on the corner between the wall and the ceiling. It's programmed to turn on at closing time, and it's filming them.
Evan observes Barty with curiosity: what is he going to do?
He runs a hand through his hair and goes back to the desk.
“Oops” he says, dropping the empty coffee cup in front of him to the floor.
Evan raises an eyebrow.
“Oh, look! It fell,” Barty continues, kicking it under the desk, “I should really pick it up.”
Confused, Evan is about to laugh in his face, but suddenly Barty kneels down and slides under the table, disappearing from his sight.
A few seconds later Evan feels hands unzipping his pants.
He opens his eyes wide. “What-”
“I swear, I can't find it… Get your ass up for a second.”
Evan obeys, his ears ringing. Barty, hastily, grabs his pants and pulls them down along with his underwear, just enough for his cock to be free.
Evan groans, embarrassed, hiding his face in his hands while Barty waits with watchful eyes for him to get fully hard. Then he wastes no time, immediately wrapping a hand around Evan's cock and starts stroking it.
“Found it” he says.
Evan leans back, peering underneath him. Barty is kneeling between his legs, distracted, grabbing the cup with his free hand. He raises his gaze and meets Evan's with a smile, continuing to jerk him off listlessly, as if that were normal for him.
“Ready?” he then asks Evan.
He doesn't give him time to respond, he licks his lips and takes Evan into his mouth.
It's a messy blowjob. For Evan. Not for Barty, who knows exactly what he's doing. He pushes his cock down his throat, deeper and deeper, stopping every time he gags and then starting again. His mouth is warm, he hollows his cheeks, and then also tight. He caresses Evan's cock with his tongue and his piercing touches all the places he likes best.
Evan really has to hold back so he doesn't come. He has a hand in Barty's hair and moves his head, even though Barty's in control.
“Ba–”
He throws his head back, stifling a moan, when suddenly he hears a noise coming from outside his office.
His gaze snaps to the door, attentive.
“What was that?” he asks, loosening his grip on Barty's hair.
He lets go of Evan's cock with a pop.
“I don't care,” he says, digging his nails into Evan's thighs, “Look at me.”
In the next thirty seconds—in which Barty jerks Evan's cock one last time, brings it back to his lips, and takes it into his mouth while looking at Evan—he comes.
Completely slumped in the chair and moaning without restraint. His cum fills Barty's mouth, who waits for his orgasm to end before pulling away.
“Oh.”
His heart beats so fast that Evan fears it might explode. As the post-orgasm confusion leaves him, making him only slightly dizzy, Barty stands up, clutching the cup.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
Stunning, oh, truly stunning. All the anger and desire, finally satisfied, softened his face. His tired eyes are clouded with fog, but, together with his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, they give him a jaunty look.
The only thing Evan can say, when faced with him, is: “I'm thirsty.”
Barty staggers over to the desk with a crooked smile, and puts the cup down. “I'm such a good assistant, I always think of your needs. You can drink this.”
Evan doesn't need to look to know what he'll find inside the cup. His breath catches in his throat.
Barty chuckles, fixing his hair as he approaches the door. Before leaving, he turns around. There's a wet stain on his pants.
Evan grips the chair to keep from jumping up and running towards him.
He smiles. “Do you need anything else?”
Evan shakes his head.
“Good,” Barty replies, satisfied, “Remember to pay me overtime.”
Then he leaves, like every day, while Evan puts himself back in his pants.
OH GOD 🥹🙏
