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Absolutely adore when I can finally add a new ship to the: "Gifted and lonely outlier who had issues with social interactions and is seen as weird and toes on the morally grey X The dangerously charismatic outlier who has and will kill someone and is set on swaying the other to join them."

You know the: "I shouldn't trust you and I don't and I shouldn't follow you but I can feel your pull on me. You tried to kill me, I hate you for that and I tried to kill you but you don't hate me for that. We're making out and I still don't trust you but I do."

The classic: "I know nobody else ever looked at you. They did but they never truly saw you. But I do. And I find what I see extremely interesting."

You know, the Murder Husbands.

sitting down in the floor, book between his crossed legs, messy hair from pulling it until it hurt and red scratches through his arms with the shape of his nails, regulus was studying.

he wasn't naturally smart like sirius or enjoyed studying like evan. he was him and that wasn't enough.

not enough for him, not enough for his parents and apparently not enough for sirius.

he would plan a perfect timetable but couldn't stick to it, he wasn't dumb but neither clever. he was in a limbo in between.

always in a grey spot, never declaring his opinions about anything: "if it doesn't affect me, it doesn't matter" he would say. but it did affect him. the pressure of joining the dark Lord, of meeting his parents expectations, and failure.

failure

that word made his insides itch to the point where he would want to take a knife and scratch this guts until it stopped itching.

so there he is, sitting down in the floor next to his bed, book between his legs and eyes surrounded by dark eyebags, with only the sound of his empty stomach making him company.

maybe he should stop trying but he would kill himself before stopping actively to destroy himself.

looking at the roof over his head he would think: "slytherins have a reputation of self preservation but I don't, am I good now for you, sirius?"

regulus is now portrayed as someone who is mean as a "love language" and who spends his time with barty or pandora.

the thing is that regulus in canon didn't have friends, he was the one who would sit at the library alone while his brother and his friends were joking with other people, 'the popular people'. he wouldn't have anyone since no one wanted to get involved with him. so it was just him, the stars and books

besides, regulus would be mean till the point where he makes you cry, because first you annoyed him, and second because he wanted to warn people that if they couldn't handle him they better leave.

he is a loner, he always has been a loner.

he was born alone and died alone.

the epic highs and lows of queer coded baseball

If Shoko and Gojo had noticed Geto spiralling.

Sort of a rough continuation of the previous set of drawings on what would have happened had Geto called them.