Avery - Tumblr Posts
Art project for school :3
This made me really happy while making it I wanted to make my project featuring my oc Avery because I like drawing her
ahhhh I’m too tired to think of anything to post😭😭😭
🙌 Draw a doodle with your non-dominant hand
Left & right
THEYRE ALL SO GOOODD!!! AHHHH!!! TYSM!!!!! ❤❤❤
1st place artwork winner, @jj-pines
please dont repost my art
× blushes × smiles × colored pencils × floofy hair
I've been busy with schoolwork, but here's an illustration of my characters for this semester's project ^v^
tom riddle is in the hospital wing (t.m.r.)
“no not there,” you hint. avery moves his hand and hovers his quill over another free space on his paper.
“no” moves again.
“nope…no…not there either- you didn’t study your constellations did you?” you confront. the slytherin boy redraws from his mapping and shakes his head shamefully.
“it’s okay, take a look at mine.” you say patiently, digging in your bag. before you can place your parchment on the table, the sound of panting comes into ear shot.
and it gets louder. and louder, and louder. until a flustered malfoy comes to a running halt at the head of your table.
“t…” he exhales, leaning down on his knees. “t-to…” he puts up his pointer finger as he catches his breath.
you and avery look at each other curiously.
“speak, will you?” lestrange pushes impatiently, wanting to get back to his divination assignment.
“tom riddle is in the hospital wing.” he finally says.
“okay and?”
“what? is he okay?”
the two other boys give you a quirked eyebrow. they questioned your reaction, since you “held no concern for the arrogant, stupidly charming prodigy”.
“potions accident,” abraxas addressed your question, ignoring his other housemates’ response, “first year blew up her makeup assignment while he was doing a side project after school.”
at this the other three all gave an equally concerned expression.
that could not be good. for anyone.
“well,” the blonde clapped his hands together. his tone holding a positive tone, a contrast to the news he had just delivered. “you should visit him (y/l/n).”
you rolled your eyes at his mischievousness. you had 99 problems, and apparently asking abraxas malfoy to keep a secret is indeed one of them.
“it’s fairy flu season. the matron won’t let unnecessary visitors in unless you’re escorting someone in.” avery said honestly, earning a not so subtle stomp on the foot by lestrange.
“oh well there you go, looks like i can’t go.” you smile innocently, mentally thanking avery for his obliviousness.
“no, no, i have an idea.” lestrange put down his quill, you and malfoy looking at each other at your friends sudden undivided attention.
“what is it-“ before avery could finish, a fist goes flying and his head whips to the side. a gasp escaped your lips and malfoy’s jaw dropped to the floor.
“there’s your ticket in,” lestrange says shaking his hand. avery sits up revealing a bloody nose that was sure to be broken or at least fractured. “quidditch accident.”
your comment section
averybody.loves.avery 🔥🔥🤩
tom.m.riddle Shut up, Avery.
lestranger_things go off then i guess 🙄
tom.m.riddle She will ‘go off’ if she wishes to.
1_andonly_malfoy BESTIE YESS ‼️
tom.m.riddle I am her only best friend.
absolutely_nott_ fineee 😍
tom.m.riddle I will hex you Nott.
walburga-black 😍😍
tom.m.riddle Valid.
nice try, now move aside malfoy (t.m.r.)
warning: mentions of anxiety
walburga placed the glass of water she got for you on your bed side table. the gentle clink making you open your eyes.
“thank you,” you say quietly, giving her a thankful smile. your roommate gave a nod. a small response, but it was how the Black heiress showed her reserved affections.
wrapping the blanket around you, you turned onto your other side, back facing the door. the coolness of the previously unoccupied side of the bed satisfying your warm body.
meanwhile on the other side of the wall, your other friends worried about you.
“bad day,” lestrange tossed the paper ball up, “it happens,” he shrugged, catching it mid air. avery sat against the opposite wall fiddling with his fingers, wanting to believe his friends calm reassurance. malfoy on the other hand was pacing up and corridor outside your room, guilt bubbling in his chest.
“i don’t know mate, maybe it was my fault. it was me that pushed her to try out for the team, even though she didn’t want to.” he said with furrowed brows. the scene of her running off the field mid game replaying in his mind.
“nah, wasn’t your fault. (y/n) is extraordinary on the broom, she makes an exceptional quidditch player,” nott cut in, dropping the pencil he was using as a mustache from his upper lip. “it was rosier that yelled at her even though she was doing exactly what he said.”
“rosier did what?” all four heads whipped to the new guest to their worry party. rip rosier ayyy.
“riddle,” lestrange greeted, catching the paper ball and tossing it beside him. tom gave a curt nod.
“lestrange,” he acknowledged in return, “nott, malfoy, avery.” avery looked at his peers nervously.
“what brings you here at this fine hour?” nott asks.
“i should be asking you the same thing nott,” the salazar descendant lifts an eyebrow, “in fact, why are you four outside of my girlfriend’s dormitory? was there a sleepover i was not invited to?”
it took a long minute for the rest of the slytherins to realize the joke.
tom riddle made a joke.
a nervous laugh reputed from avery, the rest following him, hoping that riddle had only wanted to make them laugh then leave. now that’s funny.
“speaking of which, i would like to see her-“ immediately abraxas grabs onto the door knob, preventing the boy inches taller than him from twisting it.
don’t let him see me like this, you specifically told them.
“what is the meaning of this?”
“(y/n) is not available for the time being,” reinhard pulls the attention away from malfoy.
“and why is that?” suspicion rises in toms voice as he straightens up his back to look down on the boys.
“menstruation.”
“diarrhea.” avery and nott say at the same time. they look at each other.
“diarrhea.”
“menstruation.”
tom looks between the two expressionless, giving reinhard and abraxas one more look over before turning back to his main purpose.
“nice try, now move aside malfoy.” he gracefully pushes the blonde aside and opens the door, making him cringe at his failure. lestrange shakes his head in disappointment as avery and nott begin to argue like children.
“diarrhea really?”
“it was the first thing that came to mind because of last nights chicken.”
the sound of the door creaking and footsteps ascending made you roll over.
“avery i said- tom!” you screamed in surprise, rolling back and away from his sight quickly, only to have you falling onto the wooden floor.
“my dear, are you alright?” suddenly he was by your side, lifting your chin and checking for any injuries.
“yes, just a light fall.” you reassure, sitting up properly. toms hands never leaving your face.
“now why have you been hiding in your room all afternoon?” the question you dreaded falling from his full lips. the memories coming flooding back cause you to groan into your hands, negative thoughts attacking your mind at once.
what will he think of you? weak? sensitive? getting overwhelmed by the heavy stares of all the other experienced players, watching your every move. no one feels the need to isolate after something like that, right?
“hey, hey we don’t have to talk about it, love. it’s alright.” he comforts. taking in a deep breath, you remove your hands from your face and stare into his beautiful brown eyes.
it’ll be okay
it was finally time to let the wall down.
tom has been supportive in every way. he may not always show emotion or how he’s feeling, but he always made you feel safe. with your challenges shouldn’t be any different.
“i know, but i’d like to.”
he smiles at your response looking at you proudly, bringing your head forward for a kiss at the root of your hair.
❤️ my sexies that struggle with mental health i see you and love you keep going! ❤️
full vid creds to owner.
abraxas tell you that? part dos (t.m.r.)
ah shiii here we go again
this is a short prequel to “abraxas tell you that?” which is why its under tom x reader
“what exactly are we looking for again?” nott lazily lifted various items in the bedroom; pillows, books...the lamp. in contrast, you were flipping things over and searching like a mad man.
“the ring”
“what ring?” Avery asked a volume too loud, earning a harsh shush from his housemates. he muttered a sorry, continuing flipping through the pages of alexein malfoys various texts.
“its a-” you glance at nott, who gives you a hesitant look. Avery looked up to abraxas, everyone knew that. you didn't want to be the one to ruin that image for him by exposing the suspicions around the Malfoy family. “just a ring that was misplaced”
the sound of footsteps approaching leave you three frozen like deer in headlights. nott grabs onto you and Avery, ushering you two into a nearby closet. with a flick of your wand, the bedroom restores.
“now from my understanding, you and miss (y/l/n) have decided to split.”
alexein.
“that would be correct.” a familiar voice accompanies, causing you to fidget. you strain your eyes to look between diagonal wooden shutters of the closet door. tom and mr malfoy stand head to head. you can feel the tenseness through the door.
“very good, tom. you have always been like a second son to me. your loyalties will be rewarded.”
Avery takes in a sharp breath out of nervousness. nott warns him with an elbow to the ribs. unfortunately, it was too late. though the platinum blonde was momentarily distracted by lighting his cigar, his younger counterpart took notice of the noise. he squinted, and made eye contact with you through the space you were peeping through. you sat back immediately with an inaudible gasp.
caught in 4k.
“however,” alexein exhaled, “there are other matters we must discuss. one regarding a ring-” he pauses at the sudden noise. your sleeve flies over your mouth and nose, and nott follows suit with the collar of his shirt. Avery sits in the corner guilty, mouthing ‘sorry’, attempting to fan his fart.
alexein pretends to not hear it, and dismisses it. tom fights to keep a straight face, his eyes a bit wide, plotting ten million ways to murder avery.
“abraxas has informed me about your recent interest in dark magic, and I was curious to know if you have read anything on-” the older man is once again interrupted by another gust of Averys nervousness. and this time it is too long for him to quickly talk over.
it lasts for a good five seconds, fluctuating from high and lower pitches. you hold your arm tighter around your face, and nott sinks his heads completely into his shirt while punching the boy next to him repeatedly. you can see tom’s fists ball tightly as he eyes the closet door with pure hatred.
“my apologies sir,” tom painfully admits.
“perhaps we shall continue this later on,” malfoy clears his throat awkwardly. “and of course tom, don't hesitate to make yourself at home and use the bathroom.”
I started new drawings.
I want to see 2 things before I die.
1. Tom and Jerry, but with Peacock and Avery instead.
2. Mario Kart art of Peacock in her Toon Wagon and Parasoul on her Egret Motorcycle.
I can’t be the only one who wants this right? …Right???
So today I learned that my friend has a pretty amazing Avery impression (skulldudes) so here’s some stuff . . . Here she is -> @thatoneangryhottopicassociate