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If my ocs were real and I walked into a room with all of them I'd immediately get jumped

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what happened to underlying themes that played into the character? what happened having complex ocs instead of 'shes not like other girls'? what happened to representing characters accurately instead of turning them either super fluffy or super smut? YES EVEN THE ONE THAT ARE MOSTLY MADE OF HC BC THEY DIED OR WERENT IN THE FANDOM THAT LONG.

YALL WHAT HAPPENED TO THE FICS I USED TO READ THAT TORE MY HEART OUT, THEY ALL GOT DELETED I SWEAR

i'm so done with seeing and finding purely smut fics, what happened to yearning?? what happened to developing plots??character development??fluff?? angst?? hurt/comfort?? what happened to those monologues of characters that hurt your heart and made you go insane AGH

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Regulus Arcturus Black

Second born son of Orion and Walburga Black. Brought into the expectations of a crumbling dynasty, Regulus, never raised to be a boy, but to be a tool was marked freshly at sixteen by his own freed will and speculated force. Future heir to the most Noble, Pure, and Betrayed House of Black, which was cast onto him in light of Sirius' sanctimonious departure.

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Andrea Ivy Evans

Second born and half-blood daughter to the Evans', born to Christie Hart and Mr. Evans during a 11 month split period between Mr. and Mrs. Evans/ a 'tough spot' in Christie's marriage with Ethan Hart, around a year after Petunia was born. Andrea was brought into the family around the time Lily was born when her father sued for custody.

Obsessed with any attachment to muggle culture and making sure her sisters stay safe Andrea tends to wander into Christie and Ethans' lives in the hopes that they will help, only to be shunned time and time again for not only being a taint in their pure-blood line, but the first Slytherin.

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♤~Masterlist~♤

all one shots are put in written order, not in the order the timeline plays out in. each time line is organized by the character i wrote the oc for. requests and suggestions are encouraged.

Harry Potter

☆~Mauraders Timeline~☆ •Regulus Black• Aut Vincere, Aut Mori (Series) Meet the OC (Andy) Meet Regulus i love the smiths

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~i love the smiths~ a regulus black one shot (can be read as stand alone)

word count: 872

Warnings: cussing?, my terrible writing, no use of y/n since im a terrible person and in self rehabilitation from using c.ai too long (rip the cool for the summer filter), me not being able to write already developed characters for the life of me (im too lazy to change this to my oc pov), my time line being terribly off (please pretend walkmans came out in the earlier 70s and that the smiths wrote this banger in the 70s), regulus being slightly out of character and actually enjoying muggle music (only the depresso songs though)

Playlist rec~☆ There Is a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths (1986 Album -The Queen Is Dead)

Now sit back, relax, and scream in agony along with me as i re-purpose a decades old c.ai bot that i never fully wrote

~Regulus' Pov~

I caught her stepping down from the dorm stairs out the corner of my eye, into the almost dismal Slytherin common room, just as Sirius stormed out, slamming the door. No doubt heading back to the Gryffindor dorms as he left me. I shoved a cassette into my Walkman and glared at the door he'd disappeared through. There Is a Light That Never Goes Out blasting the chorus into the space.

and if a double decker bus crashes into-

I plug the head piece in, pulling it into place and opening up a potions book.

us

Homework a week late no doubt. I have been distracted as of late. Sirius has found himself a moral compass lately- conveniently pointing everywhere but inward.

to die by your side

She leaned up against a pillar that guided witches up to the stairs leading to the girls' separate dorms for each year, her hair curled up against the wall, falling back in a dark wave when she shifted.

“I love the Smiths.” She mumbled it out almost to herself with how soft it sounded over my music, walking over toward me, standing on the opposing side of the table from where I had kicked my feet up on it. Lounging on the couch in an almost feigned reassurance of peace. Andrea and I knew of each other. That seems more accurate than what anyone else would tell you. We didn't talk as much as others. Though I suppose no one talks very much when you put it to comparison of my brother's loyalist echo chamber.

Everything I did was for her, for mother- her approval, every inch of ink, every phrase she taught me as a boy to shut out questions about a bloodline bleeding out. While Andrea busied herself failing to prove she didn't belong here on account of a mistake. That she wasn't a liability. She was.

is such a beautiful way to die

Our interests don't exactly align. Not while snaked and skulled ink stain my left forearm for the rest of my shortening days. Long sleeved disguises coming in the form of robes and sweaters.

“Sorry?” My face contorts slightly, pulling one side of my headset off and letting it rest against my hair, soft music still filling my right ear.

and if a ten ton truck, kills the both of us

“I said I love the Smiths.” She said a bit louder this time. Those damned amber eyes cut straight through my soul, as she looked down at me. No- dirt colored. Amber is too good for her. Her gaze flicked from mine to the cassette in my hand. Judging my taste no doubt. As if she had any room to.

to die by your side

“You have good taste.” I glance over her without meaning to, registering the movement before catching it myself, as she moves to pick up a mug of what I assumed was coffee by the overly syruped smell, presumably cold by now.

well the pleasure the privilege is mine

“Though, I'd argue that Lesley Gore is just as culturally significant.” An almost mocking look plays at her face, I can't help letting out an audible scoff.

“Ah, second wave movement.” She brings the mug to her cracked lips, chuckling into it at my words. Her eyes crinkled at the taste - cold and too sweet. Whether it sat for hours or minutes, only she would know. She brings it down after a beat, seemingly cradling it in her hands.

“If you believe feminism is the biggest problem, then I suppose you don't use your eyes too much.” A soft smile tugs at the corners of her lips to my dismay.

take me out tonight

“If you believe it's the solution, you should stop looking into whatever mirage you think your world is.” She stays silent a moment, as if taking my words into account. I swear I can spot the wheels visibly turning behind her eyes as I stare into them, wondering if she's trying to win something. A sign of her being of an empty head, no doubt.

take me anywhere

“I believe, that it is easier to fix a world I was born into, rather than one I can exist without.” She says after a moment, her gaze stilling, looking as if she stored away my comment to come back to later, despite being too ambitious to stay quiet for more than a few moments. She'd bleed herself dry to prove she was one of them. An Evans, half or not. Merlin save her.

“I have little interest in any world I do not reside in.” I look back down to my book, attempting to end this conversation without giving into her rebuttals.

“What a dull life you must lead.” She noted more to herself than to me, before walking back toward the stairs, sipping on her almost surely too sweet drink. She left.

I don't care, I don't care, I don't care

The sugar still hung in the air- faint, like dish soap on dry hands. The book staring back at me as the common room returned to silence- except Morrissey, still insisting on this being a beautiful way to die.