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Snily study (reference below)

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“Ocean Waves” ~ Stained Glass Art

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hii ! i think i noticed a small mistake in the recent chapter of Aim & Ignite. when Remus goes to see Ariel, there’s a paragraph where he recognizes the resemblance between Ariel and her parents:

“The resemblance was truly uncanny now that he knew the truth. She had Lily's eyes and nose, but the shape of her face and mouth were Snape's”

i’m pretty sure Ariel has been previously stated to have Snape’s eyes.

I absolutely love this fic btw! I cant wait to see more ! the waits are always worth it ! <3

Bruh how did I do that 💀 The eyes are like 90% of the angst, HOW COULD I

thanks for pointing it out, just fixed it — the first of each should’ve been swapped 🤦🏻‍♀️ (Snape eyes and Lily face shape).

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Sorry James, Sev, but the kids win this time.

AHHHHHH THEYRE SO CUUUUUUUTEEEEEEE

they deserve to win. fuck them adults.

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Chapter 69: a deceitful thing

When she opened her eyes again sometime later, Ariel realized she was not alone. 

Snape sat beside her, his eyes wide in alarm. Or — something that looked like Snape. The person sitting beside her, cramped into a very uncomfortable looking wooden chair, resembled more of a Gollum look alike, his hair stringy and skin waxy and pale. There were deep, purple bruises under his eyes, the hollows of his cheeks sharp and jagged in the dim light as the shadows cut across them.

For a long moment, they just stared at one another. And then — 

I want my dad — 

“Dad?” Ariel croaked out. “What — what happened?” 

His breathing was starting to come out heavier, more ragged, and it was rather loud in the otherwise silent infirmary. His hands were white-knuckled around the arms of the chair as he hoisted himself up, moving very slowly, like Ariel was a caged animal. 

“I’m getting Pomfrey.” he said, his voice ragged. 

His eyes flickered upward, and Ariel followed them to a twinkling group of soft lights hovering above her head, thrumming to a rhythm. It was her heart, Ariel realized — some sort of Monitoring Charm that tracked her vitals. She counted the beats for a minute, Snape still frozen in place, but Ariel didn’t notice any stutters or irregularities. That — that was a good thing, wasn’t it? 

“No!” Ariel jerked her arm out as Snape began to move again. The lights above her head started to blink more rapidly, fading from a baby pink to something darker, just a tad more severe. 

“Miss Evans,” Snape hissed, but his fingers curled around her wrist. 

“Don’t go, please.” Her chest heaved with every word and her grip around his wrist turned bruising. “Please.” 

Snape swore under his breath, something vicious and biting. He snatched his wand from the bedside table and began casting a dizzying array of Diagnostic Charms that filled the air with shimmering, pulsing lights. Ariel watched, resigned, as the magic danced over her skin, sinking into her like sunlight, but she felt her chest release, relieved he hadn’t left. 

After several long, tense minutes, Snape lowered his wand. The lines of his face were carved deep with strain, and they held a haunted look that made Ariel's heart clench painfully in her chest. Every movement from her heart was starting to make her worry, but nothing felt like it had Christmas night — yet. 

“Is,” Ariel swallowed, hard. “Am I — is everything alright?” 

She felt — okay. Her head felt like it was full of starlight, a haziness on the periphery, and her stomach was doing somersaults, but she wasn’t in pain — not in her chest, and not in her throat. She wondered what would happen now, if she tried to cast Lumos on her heart. Maybe she’d turn into a manticore or some other horrid beast. 

It hurts, it hurts too much —  

Her chest — her chest was going to split open — 

Look at me — do not look away —

She couldn’t breathe — 

"Your heart is still weak," Snape said at last, toneless and flat. "Pomfrey and I managed to stabilize it, but it will take time to fully recover. She’s instilled a Vigor Weave into your heart for the time being — it’ll mend the muscle in your heart until it can withstand the strain on its own again.” 

Ariel nodded, unsurprised by this information. She could feel a sort of hollowness inside her, the aching void where her own magic used to sing replaced with something stronger, something that pulled gently at her heart. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was — different. 

Snape's hands ghosted over her again, checking her temperature, the dilation of her pupils, her reflexes. His touch was feather-light, almost reverent, as though she were something precious and fragile. Ariel held herself very still, hardly daring to breathe and let him work for now, fighting to keep her mouth shut so that she didn’t send him spiraling into a nervous breakdown. Ariel did not want to see what that looked like. He looked truly awful, like some kind of cave-dwelling creature that had never seen the light of day before. 

"Any pain?" Snape asked, his fingers lingering on her temples. "Headaches, dizziness, nausea?"

Ariel shook her head. "No, I feel okay. Just tired."

Snape's shoulders sagged, some of the tension bleeding out of his frame. He sank into the chair beside her bed again, his movements stiff and jerky like a marionette with its strings cut. "You need rest. Your body has been through significant trauma. Sleep is the best healer, now."

“Speak for yourself.” she quipped, managing to give him a small smirk. “You look like death warmed over.”

Dark stubble shadowed his jaw, emphasizing the sharp planes and hollows of his face. "As always, your powers of observation are astounding.”

An uncomfortable silence fell between them. Ariel bit her lip, a question burning on the tip of her tongue. She wasn't sure if she dared voice it, not with Snape looking like a strong wind might blow him over, but the need to know was a living thing inside her, clawing at her, now. 

“Are you alright?” Ariel decided to begin with, swallowing the eight-thousand questions she had about what had been ripped out of her chest. 

Snape leaned back in the chair, giving her a long, dense glower. 

She cleared her throat and tried again. “You look — well, maybe if I squint my eyes and blink —”

“You cannot seriously be trying to jest right now.” 

“Why not? You’re certainly not going to.” 

He wiped a hand across his mouth. She could see the veins in his hands, blue and nearly translucent in the silvery moonlight. “You don’t remember, do you? Of course not — perhaps it is for the best, then.” 

Ariel frowned. “I — I remember some.”

His face went blank, then. Utterly devoid of anything for Ariel to latch onto. 

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Paradise Lost

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Snape shaped

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Wait up, Evans!

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I swear I’m editing the chapter right now!

Got a nasty sinus infection two days ago and I literally can’t breathe but by god I will push through for our bad dad

I cannot begin to put into words how long and crazy January was (it was 3 years long, this January).

ANYWAY, Chapter 69 of aim & ignite will be up by Friday, already have 2/3 of it done

love u all long time

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lily being well liked by her classmates but not having any real friends she can go to except for severus. lily having to cut off the only person who really got her after years of trying to think the best of him, making excuses and putting even more divide between her and her dormmates. lily being “popular” but feeling alone in every room.

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Linda Friesen 'The Stardust 2.0 version' Haute Couture Gown

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Atta girl, kid!

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I cannot begin to put into words how long and crazy January was (it was 3 years long, this January).

ANYWAY, Chapter 69 of aim & ignite will be up by Friday, already have 2/3 of it done

love u all long time

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those dreams oh they haunt me all the time

I feel fine

but only when I’m swimming in your eyes

in my dreams

oh you haunt me all the time

in my dreams

oh you haunt me all the time

in my dreams

{Su Lee’s In My Dreams}

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mourning……