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marker pliers birthday bash

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This Thing i made for like a game or something idk

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Misunderstandings | Mark and partynoob comic

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i love ignoring canon and making them happy together

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YAY HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!!

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DUUUUDEEEE

A Regretevator Fusion AU, which as the title says is an alternate universe where the NPCs are fused into a new character and their names are combined. (ex. Melanie + Folly = Melly/Folnie, Spud! + Gnarpy = Gnarpud!/Sparpy, Unpleasant + Infected = Infectsant/Unpleated, etc.)

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A Regretevator Fusion AU, which as the title says is an alternate universe where the NPCs are fused into a new character and their names are combined. (ex. Melanie + Folly = Melly/Folnie, Spud! + Gnarpy = Gnarpud!/Sparpy, Unpleasant + Infected = Infectsant/Unpleated, etc.)

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when Mark sweats, it smells like roses and nice things😭

How does he do that. Im jealous

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Sighhhhh... New fandommmmm...

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Oh random thing I thought was funni (It not. It's just some colors.)

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MANNEQUIN MARK HCS!!✮⋆˙

Ok so, Mark comes from a BIG family.. like a big one. They're all mannequins of course. He has a lot of siblings and cousins, nephews and nieces too! Because of that, family dinners at Christmas are always a chaos. But Wallter never minded. (Lampert did. Other kids scare him.)

Mark is gay and doesn't really have a preference for pronouns. He got a few nails stuck in his head because.. back in his days..

His beard isn't really.. a beard. It's just wood. Yeah. Sorry to break it to you guys.

He doesn't really work for money. He works for his passion. Wood carving started off as a little way to relieve stress and calm down back in high school.. but now? He makes lots by selling his silly little wood carvings! Wallter couldn't be more proud.

Mark has signs of depression, even before the divorce. But he didn't look into it much, thinking he was just feeling under the weather. Then Lampert actually asked him to see a professional and.. yeah.

PRE-MEETING WALLTER

Before meeting Wallter, Mark worked with his old pal Jimmy (He still does, but not as much), going out late at night and maybe even drinking a few and coming home to his mother slightly mad. He met Wallter at a bar. He even had a little band with his best friends! He played the guitar, it was a mix of rock and country music (It was ASS.)

He's still as energetic as he was back in the days!! :3

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Regretevator Design Batch pt. 1

Small batch of some personal designs I decided to make for myself because I've been kind of fanficing Regretevator lately, so I wanted to kinda get my vision out to align with what I'm seeing when I "write" about these guys in my mind!

I also add "part 1" to the title because I am possibly considering doing another trio batch of my self insert, Split, and Folly as they all have involvement in the story I've been cooking in my head, so you might see some of those next :3

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"driving with my darling"

me and @saphrineaus lol

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OHHHHHHH WALLTER IS SO DISMISSIVE OF EVERYONE TELLING HIM ABOUT THE DANGERS OF HIS BAD LIFE DECISIONS BECAUSE ITS "LIKE TALKING TO A BRICK WALL."

i may be stupid

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✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ -> Never Be Mine

ummm this is really REALLY short its just. wallter has a little dream to escape his bummy real life blah blah blah READ IT YOU FOOL!!!!!!

{ AO3 LINK } https://archiveofourown.org/works/66402979

Far too long in the comforts of her own, brought down to her knees by nobody but herself. As though she denies it, this was the fault of only herself. Ever so determined to stay in bed, was there a reason to get up anyway? Food? She had no appetite. To kiss her only love alive? Long gone, far better off without her. And a kiss like that would surely bring her to her knees. Tears did not run, but eyebags hung ever so clear from her eyes as she hoped to be rid of this weighing, crushing sorrow.

She speaks none of the photo on her bedside, perhaps the prettiest ever taken. The face of freedom sat in a frame, clad in what was daggy fashion, though nobody but her could pull off such a look. The picture gave such strange comfort, even longing. The real thing was a form of torture. She couldn't bear to step under yellow flickering lights and stare at a face so pained. It didn't show, not to anybody else but it was so obvious to her. When she stood there next to someone she used to know, the rot under her eyes, the tiredness in her face, the now unkempt hair, stains she never bothered to scrub out of her shirt, all tortured her.

Call it dependency, but it was so hard to drag her hand back to her side despite the kick inside. The kick to reach out, just to feel, if only for a moment, like she was back where she was, happier. In sights of now, she feels only fear. She bore weight of the knowledge that something was coming, and finally will she be set free from the torture she brings herself. Silence she chose, so she sits as a wilting flower, collecting dust in the corner of an uncomfortably empty room. And perhaps a dream may hold something she could actually want, unlike having nothing but empty possessions in her waking world. So she sinks.

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Quiet is the morning, but not a quiet undesired. Sunlight cuts through cold air, finding a pair or only one. She shifts her body, yet her arm remains crushed happily underneath... Mark. The good kind. The one she remembers. The Mark whose hair she found her face pressed into, smelling of sweet strawberries and maple syrup.

Mark lay still, hand still wrapped over her love's. Here, she had no face of hurt. Relaxed, pushing her back into her lover's chest. And oh, that kind of pressure was the only thing she craved. She held Mark tighter, because what could possibly make her want to let go? Perhaps eyes at her back, observing the embarrassingly pathetic scene before them. But she was not unaware of this, as much as she wishes she was.

A low chuckle and she tightened her grip around Mark's waist. "I'd love to point out what this scene implies, but I'm sure you're well aware of it, Wallter." First attempting ignorance, yet of course there was nothing that would make it last.

So came words, "Go." short and straight to the point. Foolish, as it would do nothing but fuel the desire to tease.

Laughing once again, they continued. "Try to drown out your sorrow, Brickstone. I'm sure it'll make your reality all more enjoyable to return to." The teasing voice was out of sight, and still the words ached and burned into her brain.

"I have nothing left," she spoke. "let a poor man weep."

Strange words, as tears still did not run, but the gaping hole in her chest was obvious. And there was not a lot left to taunt when she already taunted herself. Dreaming of happiness and never experiencing it, was there much left to say? A surprising defeat, but the presence left her mind.

And only here did tears fall. She sobbed into Marks hair that smelled of sweet strawberries. The one underneath was completely unbothered by it, seemingly in an unwaking rest.

The clumsy goodbye kiss could surely fool her.

the song of reference btw is Never Be Mine by Kate Bush if it wasnt obvious bruh

pls comments i like comments guys

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hi is this blog still alive.... im not in the regretevator fandom but i saw potential so. take ALL of this with a grain of salt im not in tje regretevator fandom...

uum !!!!!! NOT PROSHIP !!!!!!!! lampert !!!!!NOTPROSHIP!!!!!! and !!!!!NOTPROSHIP!!!!! !!!!!!NOTPROSHIP!!!!!!! emotional incest !!!!!!!!!!!!!!NOTPROSHIP!!!!!!! i had to put like several warnings sorry some people really only see incest as some dumb fetish and not an actual form of abuse... if youre wondering what emotional incest is i recommend looking it up

like just think about it... i MAY be projecting here but whateber does anyone see my vision??? hes (headcanonically) a child of divorce of you already know who, one of his parents is an alcoholist, and they cannot possibly be a happy family.. i imagine like at least one of his parents wouldve relied on him and treated him less like a child after the divorce. both parents if we're gonna be extra angsty.. like please guys dont pelt tomatoes at me

um. umm um... um... lampert staying at mark's place for a few days and has to comfort his mess of a dad but can you imagin e just how ANNOYING that has to be? i m ight be mischaracterizing but whatever this mannequin thing only ever talks about his fuckass ex i think. your dad is venting to you about the divorce as if it didnt hurt you too - seeing and hearing your parents argue more and more than they used to, and now you have two christmases, two birthdays. two homes. and your dad is weeping over his ex to you, like you dont want to just start cryi ng too. but mayb e or um most likely lampert doesnt have any other choice because who knows what would happen if he doesnt console his parent? maybe he thinks mark would do something drastic if lampert wasnt right there

and then lampert has to stay at wallter's place. nobody really likes seeing their parent, their supposed caregiver, completely out of control.. nobody would like to see them like that all the time. nobody wouldve liked to see their parent falling into alcholism. nobody would like having to be the caregiver for their caregiver. wallter i assume probably downs like one hundred grey stuff a day or something like that, so i doubt he would be capable of taking care of himsel f in such a state. who has to if not wallter? who is the only one around? wallter's child, lampert. and thats horrible. lampert shouldnt have to do that. he shouldnt have to comfort his messy dad for a few days and then come take care of his alcoholic father, but he does because those are the only things he can do. wouldnt he feel, or felt, hopeless? being not a child to his divorced parents but the person who help them and makes them feel better. was that the best thing he could do? the only thing he could be used for? was it his fault the divorce happened? maybe he wouldve preferred to not have been there at all, maybe his parents would still be in love, maybe he wouldnt have to stop being a child so early for them

and theres all of that

the cherry on top one of lampert's friends just turned into a completely different person and doesnt even recognize him. someone else can yap about that

stuffs all the tomatoes thrown at me into a suitcase and makes my leave

BOOOOO!! TOMATO TOMATO!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU KISSED A BRICK AND THREW IT AT THE AUDIENCE!!!!! /nsrs

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i hate them