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Hello! For the marauders requests I'd love to see a regulus in your style pls

I looked up Regulus on pinterest and it was entirely timothee chalamet lol

My marauders drawing requests r still open ^^ tho I might not get to all of them

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officer : "Do you identify this man? "

Sirius :

Regulus, looking like a carbon copy of his brother : " I've never met this man in my life"

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(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑) Reggie!! Swimming variant sketch under cut:

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The Black Brothers

Regulus & Sirius

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Dr. Harper's session.

Sprites.

Normal screen

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(CW: Pregnancy, Manipulation, Blackmail, Yandere themes)

Baby trapping Avery..... He's such a douche and an ass but he treats you well for the most part and he pays for your things. But suddenly he stops seeing you as much and you can't let go of the passive income or the man it comes from. Maybe you like being treated like a fancy bracelet, something to be worn and shown off to everyone. It didn't matter that the second he was home you were tossed into a jewelry box. When it was time to go out again he would always put you on first.

So you start tampering with the condoms a bit. Poking a hole here and there, keeping them in your pockets so the latex gets worn down. You start taking fertility pills too. Every little effort counts when it comes to securing your spot in his life.

Imagine Avery's rage when you tell him. He's livid. It can't be his. You were on the pill and he used protection. Hell he'll even pay for a fucking paternity test just to make you leave him alone. His face pales when he sees the results. 99% chance.....

And you can't stop beaming. He's furious when you insist on keeping it. He's not taking you out anymore. He's only writing you a monthly check, a hefty sum of hush money, for no one to ever find out about this. He never wanted kids and he still doesn't. And five years later, he gets a demand from you for more money. Just a letter so he could burn it so there was no evidence. He wants to refuse but a photo falls out of the envelope along with the letter.

The kid looks just like him.

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just daydreaming a bit about avery accidentally falling in love (or whatever the avery equivalent of "love" is) with pc...

m!avery x gn!reader, because if the game refuses to give him more relationship content then i will. kinda yandere. suggestive content. i wrote this in about 30 minutes please do not kill me if it sucks. 1123 words.

avery is someone for whom romance has never been a priority. he loved someone once in college, and they didn't reciprocate. well, we all know how that ended. he decided then that every relationship he would have from there on out would be strictly transactional. he didn't need romance, he just needed someone by his side to make him feel less alone in public, and he needed their body in private. that was all.

avery has had a lot of sugar babies in his day. they come and they go—he wines and dines them, he fucks them, he pays them, and they leave. he always gets bored of them, though, and eventually stops seeking them out. but, for some reason, you're different. he never gets bored of you. he spends every free moment dreaming of saturday night, when he knows he'll get to see you, all dressed up and beautiful for him and him alone. he also can't bring himself to sleep with anyone else. he considers it, but you always end up on his mind, the vision of your sweet smile piercing through the haze of his lust. he realizes that he's accidentally stumbled into an exclusive relationship.

avery sees the looks you get, and it enrages him. he's not a fool. he's obviously not blind to how beautiful you are, and he knows how this town is. he takes your virginity on your first date, knowing that if he doesn't, someone else will, and he can't bear the thought of it. every second you're not with him, his mind is plagued with images of you getting fucked by some lowlife, some scum who could never compare to him. his hands ache with the urge to tear this imaginary person's head off. his chest aches with something he can't quite name. he wants you to be his and his alone. he's done the one thing he said he'd never do—he's gotten attached.

avery watches as you grow from a meek little orphan into a confident, compelling socialite. all due to his guidance, of course. you're a delight at parties, effortlessly slotting in with the town's wealthy elite. you look so at ease with a crystal champagne champagne flute in your hand and a pearly-white smile on your face. he's never been prouder to have someone on his arm. he even gets invited to more parties now, because the hosts know that he'll bring you. everybody wants you, but he is the only one who can have you. you're his prize, and no one else's.

avery knows you like him. he doesn't understand why. people should've warned you about him by now, surely. or maybe they have, and you just decided not to listen. after all, it's clear that you feel something for him. you're so obvious when you gaze up at him with those pretty doe eyes and that sweet pink blush. whenever he reprimands you, you look genuinely ashamed of yourself, and you redouble your efforts to please him. what's more, it's clear that you can hold your own at parties, and you're a natural at conversing with the elite, but your demeanor changes entirely when you return to his side. you just... light up. you adore him. you're so naive, and it's the most precious thing he's ever seen.

avery starts to be a little kinder to you. he goes out of his way to find out what your favorite flowers are, and he brings you a bouquet before every date. he leaves little gifts at the orphanage, which pisses bailey off, but it's worth it to see you show up to dates with a delicate new necklace or bejeweled hairclip. one night, you walk out of the orphanage, and he's so struck by the sight of you that he realizes he might lose control if anyone else so much as looks at you tonight. he decides in that moment to take you back to his house instead. it's a bit of a mess, so he slips you into a plush bathrobe of his and sets you up with a basket of laundry as he orders takeout. he walks into the living room to ask you if you'd prefer red or white tonight, but when he sees you, looking perfectly content folding his pants on the couch, a tiny smile on your face, the words die on his tongue. he realizes that he wants to keep you forever.

avery is sitting at the edge of a ballroom one night, watching you effortlessly charm a circle of pretty, sparkly socialites, all of whom are put to shame next to you. a colleague of his sidles up to him, complimenting how gorgeous you are. part of avery wants to tell him off for looking at you like that, for encroaching on his territory, but miraculously, avery keeps his cool. avery only smiles and tells him that yes, he knows, you're just the sweetest little thing. the man lets out a small chuckle and tells avery that he'd better put a ring on it soon. avery stills for a moment. he had never thought about getting married. he had never seen himself as anyone who could stay with one person for his entire life. but, in that moment, it hits him that he's never wanted anything more. his old, fucked-up heart burns for you. marrying you will keep you at his side forever, and that's all he wants, really. he needs you, body and soul, til death do you part.

avery chooses a clear night to propose to you. you're sitting on the balcony of the most expensive restaraunt in town, sipping champagne and nibbling the richest desserts, your bubbly laughter floating upwards into the starry sky. you look adorably confused as he slips out of his chair and kneels down on the tiled floor. out of his pocket comes a velvet box. it pops open, revealing the biggest, brightest, most lavish ring money can buy, each diamond refracting the light of the constellations above.

avery knows you won't say no. you can't say no to him. the ring slips onto your finger, and the other diners applaud, but that's lost to him as he stands and pulls you into his arms. he takes you back to his house that night instead of the orphanage (don't worry about bailey, he tells you, he'll take care of your debt). avery fucks you deeply and passionately—it must be the thousandth time you've had sex, but every time it feels new. his hand traces the contours of the ring as you doze against his chest. you're his now, and you'll never be anything but his, for as long as you both shall live.

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Goofy ah Avery in pineapple outfit 😭😭😭

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some old as SHIT dol doodles

i also have white robin

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its them

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Gonna post first 50 seconds of the masquerade animatic

To keep myself responsible so I won’t abandon it because now I will have public pressure to finish it since I showed it to people

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Was on the way give Whitney some milkshake, forgetting I was kidnapped for a week by Remy. Didn't expect the hug 🥹 —

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Wiki : Literally the hardest bad ending to escape

Me : ouuhh must be dangerous

Remy : Good girl~~.

Me : Maybe she isn’t THAT bad

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My PC’s gallery (Toyhouse)

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guy types out a rage filled response on the internet. but before posting it goes on a long walk to calm down. during his walk he gains a new appreciation for life and his role in it. he comes home, rereads his pending response, and clicks post.