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I saw your broom art and I loved it. Can I request one with Harry doing a dangerous stunt and then showing Minerva amazed standing next to a horrified Severus 😂

Every quidditch match from second to seventh year: a summary.

#painting (pic) #[lol I love this] #good things come to those who wait (queue)

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Good Lord… it’s finally done. *collapses into her bed*

#out of potions (ooc) #[this is just too adorable and I couldn't help but reblog it] #painting (pic) #good things come to those who wait (queue)

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thelovelymissparkinson‌:

“This place? It used to be a storage building next to the cauldron shop, Professor,” she explained, remembering what the proprietress had told her before Pansy had signed the lease. “It’s a mixed use property, my shoppe’s on the bottom, my living space above.”

Pansy sidestepped his question about whether she was doing well. 

“Is there someplace you were going, Prof. Snape? Would you like an escort?”

Knowing that this had been a storage building didn’t exactly help him that much. But he did remember the cauldron shop, since that was a place he had gone fairly often. Still, he was having trouble picturing just where he was. 

“I was going to find some potions ingredients,” he informed his former student. The last thing he wanted was to have to be led to his destination, but he couldn’t deny that he needed the help. “And an escort would be welcome, but I don’t want to take you away from your shop.”

#thelovelymissparkinson #v: a new perspective #good things come to those who wait (queue)

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lovelygxxd‌:

| S N A P E |

Luna and her father were not afraid to publish provocative issues for the Quibbler. But, she did not expect to be kidnapped and be held hostage in the basement of the Malfoy Manor. For weeks, Luna was tortured by Bellatrix and Death Eaters, sometimes volunteered to be tortured instead of the other prisoners. While being prisoner with Ollivander, she tried to calm him down and tell him to think positive. Even though she tried to remain positive, she was scared. And was terrified to think how her father was being treated in Azkaban. The blonde was sitting on the floor with Ollivander, telling him stories of mythical beasts, until she heard the sound of a grunt. Someone is here. Luna thought to herself, jumping up on her feet and scurried to the other side of the cell. Up ahead, she saw a dark-haired man dressed in a black cloak. ❝Snape?❞ She slowly walked towards the man, as her eyes grew slightly wide to see it was her professor. She was about to open her mouth to speak, until Snape asked for some water. Nodding her head, she headed over to a corner of where a bucket filled with water stood. she picked up a silver cup beside it, dipping it into the water before handing it to Snape. 

❞Why are you here? ❞

He accepted the water gratefully, drinking it in a couple of gulps. Screaming and writhing in pain had a way of making one dehydrated, after all. He wiped his mouth off on his sleeve, setting the cup carefully on the ground since he assumed that they wouldn’t be supplied with another if this one broke.

“I’m here because I crossed the Dark Lord, obviously,” he drawled. Of course, Luna had to know that. Why else would he be here? But he didn’t exactly feel like explaining the minutia of just what had gotten him caught, not when he was exhausted and probably about to be tortured again in a few hours, if not sooner.

“I’m sure you’re aware that I was a double agent, seeing as you were in the DA,” he told Luna, since he realized she’d probably keep asking questions and he wanted to head her off. “So why do you think I’m here?”

Prisoners of War

#lovelygxxd #[sorry about him being such a grump] #[but that's snape for you lol] #v: just another casualty #t: Prisoners of War #torture tw #captured tw #good things come to those who wait (queue)

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(From corda-comminuta's Lily:) Sings to

“You have your mother’s eyes.” 

It’s the last thing he says before darkness seem to swallow him up, finally letting him rest after a lifetime of struggle and pain. He’d always known that he was going to die in this war. So it’s not all that hard to just relax now, let death take him away from a life he no longer has any reason to live. 

He hadn’t really thought much about what death would be like. Maybe he’d thought it would just be endless, peaceful darkness. Maybe he’d sort of expected to go to hell, since he had done terrible things. Or maybe he’d expected to just go to some sort of purgatory. All he knew was that he hadn’t expected this. 

Singing. The first sensation he’s aware of was the sound of a woman singing. And he recognized her voice. 

“Lily?” he asked, sitting (since he finds he’s able to) and opening his eyes to see the willow tree they’d spent so much time under as children. And sure enough there was his childhood friend, singing to him as though they’re just spending a lazy day by the river. 

“Lily,” he said, reaching out a hand towards her before he stopped himself, letting it fall back to his side. “Where... what... why are you here?”

#corda-cumminuta #v: tbd #death tw #Anonymous

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(From cursed-and-chosen:) Hides from

The shouts and screams of battle sounded from behind him as he stalked down one of the many corridors of Hogwarts. He had seen Potter run this way, and he was desperate to find the boy. Time was running out after all, and if he couldn’t tell the boy who lived what needed to be done in time, then all their fates would likely be sealed. 

He had to be careful though, and clever. Harry likely wanted nothing more than to kill him, and Snape had to convince him not too. And make him understand that Severus was telling the truth. 

“Hiding, are we Potter?” he calls, hoping to draw the boy out. “That’s the typical bravery I expect to see from a Gryffindor. Or are you trying to find something? No doe to lead you to your objective this time, is there?” He hoped that his allusion to helping Harry get the Gryffindor sword would be enough to make the boy hesitate to kill or stun him. After all, it didn’t really matter if Potter managed to disarm him, so long as he could still talk to him.

#cursed-and-chosen #v: shouldering responsibility #Anonymous

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cursed-and-chosen‌:

The sudden pressure to radiate from Snape was almost tangible and Harry gulped, feeling it weigh down on him heavily even after he left.

If he’d thought of his behavior as odd before, such was no longer the case. Snape was back to his normal sadistic self, pressuring and intimidating Harry simply because he felt like it, simply because he could.

But for once, he was right. If Harry didn’t follow through on his promise, he’d be humiliated yet again.

As he’d promised, he practiced, emptying his mind and filling it with emotionally intense moments  while attempting not to feel.

There was a toy he’d wanted, a model airplane, nothing special. He’d seen Dudley play with it just once and after that, it’d been lying in the corner of his room – his second room. “Can I play with it?” he had asked.

“Are you stupid?” Dudley had answered and then, he’d stepped on the small toy right before Harry’s eyes, permanently breaking it, and Harry had been so enraged all he’d wanted to do was to pick up the pieces and hurl them right at Dudley’s pig-face.

When he opened his eyes, his blood was boiling again. It didn’t even matter that more than five years had passed after what’d transpired and it was when he thought of hexing Dudley that he realized he had failed.

None of his following attempts went any better and while he practiced night by night, there was no sliver of success during any of his sessions.

And seven nights later, he was standing in front of Snape’s office, dark circles underneath his eyes, and squared his shoulders as he waited for his teacher to arrive. 

He didn’t have any results to show, no, but he’d at least given it his very best. Harry absolutely refused to carry himself like a guilty slacker, when he was anything but.

Severus was more withdrawn then usual the next week, acting so sour that even his Slytherin students didn’t dare try and cross him. Some of the other teachers actually seemed to be a bit concerned about him, and McGonagall in particular had been badgering him about what was wrong. Dumbledore, of course, had not. After his session with Harry Severus had gone to talk to the man, and now they were both content to mutually avoid each other for awhile.

Snape wasn’t even entirely sure why this had affected him this much. So what Dumbledore had known part of Voldemort was in Harry? He had a point about how keeping it from the boy was necessary. And as for his living situation with the Dursley’s… well Snape supposed it didn’t exactly matter how Potter was treated if he was just supposed to die anyway.

And yet it did matter. It mattered because no one should be treated that way. It mattered because Albus Dumbledore of all people had let it happen. It mattered because the boy who lived wasn’t supposed to have survived only to die. It mattered to him, damn it all, and there had to be something he could do.

Which was why he was currently pouring over a book about dark magic. Dumbledore hadn’t exactly spelled out what sort of dark magic had enabled part of the Dark Lord to exist in Potter, so Snape was looking into it on his own. After all, if part of Voldemort had gotten into Harry, then maybe it could be taken out. The first step towards figuring that out was discovering just how it had happened though, hence his not technically legal book.

He looked up at the clock, frowning when he saw it was five minutes past the time that Potter was supposed to be here. He’d gotten so absorbed in the book he’d lost track of time. The teen may have even knocked on his door, for all he knew. He sighed, shutting the book quickly extracting his worst memories and placing them in his hidden pensive before striding to the door and yanking it open. Sure enough there stood Potter.

“Come in,” he commanded, already striding back into his office and acting as though it was right at the time they were supposed to meet instead of six minutes after. “I trust you’ve practiced as I instructed?” he asked as he whirled around to face the boy.

Veritas Omnia Vincit

#cursed-and-chosen #v: two jobs too many #t: veritas omnia vincit #[i figured we could save Snape's confrontation with Dumbledore for a memory sequence] #[cause otherwise this reply would have gotten too long XD]

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sweetxkitty-rps‌:

“No, Sir, I don’t need your undivided attention,”  Teagan said softly, her hands clasped behind her back. “I just had a question.” She was still relatively new to teaching at Hogwarts, though she had attended when she was actually learning. Everything was so different on this side of things, with the children looking to her for guidance and help. Having been sorted as a Slytherin, she still viewed Severus as something of a mentor. “How do I stop thinking like a student, and start thinking like a professor?”

Ah it was Teagan, his old student turned teacher. He actually felt for her predicament. He had been the youngest teacher, before she joined the staff, and he understood how hard it could be to feel like you belonged as a teacher instead of as a student. “Yes, that is rather tricky,” he informed her as he carefully added just the tip of a porcupine spine to his potion. “You just have to assert yourself. Act like you have the authority, and eventually no one will question that you do.” That was what he’d done, and it’d worked judging by his reputation as one of the strictest teachers.

#sweetkittyrps #v: torturous teaching #good things come to those who wait (queue)

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dcusrclicta‌:

He ALMOST flinched at his son’s tone. He KNEW he had ONLY himself to blame for Severus’ ANIMOSITY but being aware did nothing to lessen the STING.

“I don’t WANT anything from you,” he replied quietly, his shoulders DRAWING together as he looked down.

He found that rather hard to believe. If his father was talking to him then he had to want something, it was as simple as that. Even if that something was simply to apologize, though that was hard to believe. 

“So I’m supposed to believe that you’re being selfless, after all these years? Do you take me for a fool?”

#dcusrclicta #v: tbd #good things come to those who wait (queue)

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Bereft

@corda-comminuta

Severus was in a panic as he rushed towards the house where the Potters had been living for the past year or so. All he knew was that the house’s secret keeper had shared the secret to the Dark Lord. Which probably meant that all three residents were already dead, but he had to check. He had to see. He had to try to help if he could.

He found James’ body near the front door, and it made him pause for just a moment. He’d never exactly liked the man, but he seeing him lying on the floor dead wasn’t pleasant either. Especially since it meant that the Dark Lord had been here.

He felt a deep sense of foreboding, but then he started to hear… something. Crying. The crying of a child. Which meant that the child was still alive and maybe Lily was too. And if the child was alive the Dark Lord hadn’t killed him yet.

Snape dashed towards the sound, pulling out his wand as he did. He wasn’t really sure what he could do against the Dark Lord, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying to do something. But when he ran into the room, all he saw was the child crying in his crib. And Lily laying on the ground.

He fell to his knees next to the only person who had truly been his friend, looking down at her in a mixture of shock and horror. Only to see her eyes were closed. He instantly felt for a pulse, and found one easily. He gasped in shock and relief, almost letting out a laugh as he summoned a bottle of smelling salts to him.

He didn’t know where the Dark Lord had gone, but he knew that Lily being awake was preferable. Then they could figure out what to do about the child and where to go to be safe. So he opened the jar of smelling salts and held it under his childhood friend’s nose, waiting for her to wake up.

#corda-comminuta #v: a double agent #t: bereft #murder tw

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 Send for your muse to do one of the following to mine. 

Carries, bridal style. 

Kisses cheek.  

Tickles sides.  

Growls at 

Tackles to the ground.  

Slaps.  

Cries in front of.  

Holds and refuses to let go.  

Protects.  

KICKS.  

Bites.   

Holds hand.  

Winks at.  

Steals a kiss.  

Dances with.  

stabs.  

Yells at

stares at.  

Sniffs.  

pats head. 

Pins down.  

Blocks their exit.  

Glares at.  

attacks.   

gives flowers.  

sings to.  

proposes to.  

gazes into their eyes.    

blushes at.  

asks out on a date.  

breaks up with.  

runs away from  (flustered)

chases.   

begs for forgiveness.   

rejects them.   

Sneaks up on.  

gets caught following them.  

Hides from

Scares them.  

comforts them.  

headbutts  

nose boop.  

forehead flick.   

runs away with.  

shares a treat.  

flirts with.   

BADLY,  flirts with.  

breaks down in front of them.   

Cuddles with.  

shoves away.  

pulls in closer.  

leans in to kiss but then stops themselves.    

Tries to confess their feelings but chickens out. 

reads to them

whispers into their ear

Invades personal space.  

tries to make them laugh.  

apologies to.  

trips them.  

catches them.  

eyes them up and down.  

smirks at

rolls eyes at

playfully shoves.  

#meme

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therearemoreimportanthings‌:

Hermione had been in St. Mungos herself, Harry and Ron were there as well. They were suffering not only from malnutrition even if she had tried to collect as much food as possible, and a few wounds from battle but they had mental scars as well. They were trying to help them recover the best they could and help them transition back into society.

To be honest she wasn’t paying much attention as she walked down the hall but she was completely surprised as her old professor bumped into her. “I’m so sorry,” Hermione said as she helped to steady him before taking a step back from him.

She had heard what had happened but it was certainly strange for her to see Snape now. She had no idea what to say as sorry wouldn’t quite cover it.

He might be blind, but his ears still worked, and after years of teaching he’d been able to ascertain who was whispering while his back was turned on his students. Which meant that he recognized the voice of one Ms. Granger, and he suddenly found himself at a loss.

After all, she had helped Harry defeat the Dark Lord (and he had no doubt Harry would have failed without her because Hermione was the brains of the trio after all). She had helped end this war, and now he was snapping at her for running into him and making her apologize for it.

“Oh, Ms. Granger,” he responded by way of greeting. “I didn’t know it was you,” He did some sort of vague gesture towards his eyes in way of explanation, as if it wasn’t obvious that he couldn’t see. “I’m sure you were a great help to Mr. Potter in his quest to take down the D-… Voldemort.” It was hard sometimes to remember that he could say the man’s name now. He was dead and gone. “There hasn’t been a dull year for the three of you since you were first years, has there?”

#therearemoreimportanthings #v: a new perspective #t: tbd

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cursed-and-chosen‌:

He once again braced himself for being scolded and mocked, teeth sinking into his bottom lip and nails digging into soft skin as he furiously blinked away the tears before they could humiliate him further, and his cheeks burned.

Like heck he was going to cry in front of most hated teacher, who had done nothing but create unpleasant memories for Harry and all of his Gryffindor friends.

And then, he said nothing, only willing his breathing to return to a normal speed and volume and waiting for Snape’s assessment, an unpleasant silence hanging heavily between them.

Oh, if he could just run off and pretend it had never happened. But no, that was cowardly, and Harry was anything but a coward. Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind, he almost didn’t hear Snape correctly when he was being praised rather than scolded.

Praised… for some reason, the almost kind and considerate response made him even warier of the other than any mockery would have. Was he trying to earn his trust, so he could take him to Voldemort without resistance? After all, he had been a Death Eater before, had been branded with a mark that would never disappear. Was there any guarantee that he hadn’t switched sides again, now that his master had returned? It was easier to believe than any natural change of attitude around Harry.

Taking a deep breath, he responded, “Thank you, professor. I’ll be sure to practice lots.” Despite his words, however, both, expression and tone were riddled with suspicion.

From now one, he’d be even more careful around Snape.

He could tell that the boy was suspicious of him, of course, but it’d didn’t exactly bother him all that much. Potter had been suspecting him of all sorts of things since his very first year, and to be fair that was something they had in common. Snape had thought the boy liable to trick or cheat or bully and therefore had looked for those things. But now he was starting to think maybe he’d seen things that weren’t really there. Maybe the whole time he hadn’t been seeing Harry at all, and had only been seeing James.

Regardless, Harry’s suspicion of him didn’t matter. The first priority now was talking to Dumbledore, first about just how entangled the boy was with the Dark Lord, and then about his home situation. Being one of the teen’s favorite teachers wasn’t exactly on his to do list.

“See that you do,” he pressured Potter, not entirely sure that his student was going to ‘practice lots’ like he claimed. “Otherwise next time will be just as bad as this time.” Was he warning Potter, looking out for his emotional well-being? Of course not. He was clearly just telling the boy what consequences would result for his actions. In fact that could even be taken as a threat. No he wasn’t being nice to Potter just because of an extra memory or two. He just… he had some things to sort out.

“Now run along, I have other things to do,” he urged the teen with a wave of his arm, already trying to figure out the best way to broach his upcoming conversation with the headmaster.

Veritas Omnia Vincit

#cursed-and-chosen #v: two jobs too many #t: veritas omnia vincit

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[Hey guys, sorry I’ve been away for so long. I was on a spring break with the kiddos I help watch for a week and then I got a cold. But I’m hoping to get back into the swing of things here and on Snape so I’ll be lurking and hopefully posting replies if anyone needs anything.]

#out of potions (ooc) #[hoping to catch up on here first]

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a belated birthday drawing for severus snape feat. minerva

#painting (pic) #good things come to those who wait (queue)

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Week 3 of Snape Appreciation Month : Snape Experimenting Alone

#moving painting (gif) #good things come to those who wait (queue)

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Harry Potter Character Studies by Valerio “Dreelrayk” Buonfantino

#painting (pic) #[i just love this so much] #[amazing art here] #good things come to those who wait (queue)