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Potion man’s hair has its own personality, albeit unhinged:(；ﾞﾟ'ωﾟ')

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just some parenting lucissa for yall

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It's Sneep Time 😎

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Small Severus sketch before I work on the cool suggestions you gave me. Had to try out my watercolours on this paper!

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OOOH but one of my silly headcanons that The Sneep had a really odd/strange mix of manners/etiquette when he was little. i see a lot of fully gremlin baby sneep headcanons, which I love, but consider: baby Sneep who was taught odd and random bits of pureblood etiquette from his mother, and yet was so very feral otherwise, and it creates a mix of mannerisms so confusing to the rich fancy purebloods that they're just so intrigued. Lucius seeing this clearly feral and stray child at the sorting somehow not only end up in slytherin, but also proceed to act in fully unpredictable ways and for the rest of the day. Lucius is just confused and intrigued because this creature - he eats the soup with impeccable manners and etiquette the likes of which would make any pureblood mother proud, yet He slouches and puts his elbows on the table. He neatly and meticulously, PRECISELY cuts his his chicken into exactly the kind of distinguished bite sized pieces one would expect in polite society with supernatural perfection and poise (foreshadowing of the potioneering prodigy he will later prove to be, perhaps); but then proceeds to shovel them into his mouth with a spoon. In the Dorms, Lucius watches in utter awe, as the sneep neatly and puts away his few possessions with the exact orderliness Lucius himself was taught to have - only for the Sneep to immediately plop into bed afterwards without even getting ready - no change of clothes, no washing up, no NOTHING. theres still a little smudge of gravy on his cheek. Before Lucius can even say anything, the impudent little gremlin cracks open an eye, watches him for a bit and then has the AUDACITY to say "its impolite to stare"... and then pull the curtains shut. (The Sneep not even realizing that this too, is rude). This little creature, so clumsily polite and shy when he was talking to lucius, but becoming such a glaring little menace whenever his peers ask pointed questions about his family.

and from that moment on Lucius knew he had to learn more about this Sneep because what the fuck. Anyway Lucius immediately finds ALL of it hopelessly endearing.

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emoji meme

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it's the snapes

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The Severus Snape of the magical world—the bat-like man dressed in black robes who forced himself to perfect a London accent, nearly giving Lucius Malfoy premature baldness from the stress of polishing it. The man who’s a genius, an intellectual, a master of Potions, a professor at one of the best magical schools in the world. Feared by many, respected by others. Indifferent to no one.

And then there’s the Severus Snape of the Muggle world. The one who spends his summers at Spinner’s End. The one who hasn’t bothered to buy new Muggle clothes in fifteen years and wears the same worn trousers, the frayed black jumper, and the faded grey shirt that oddly fits looser every time because he’s getting thinner. The one who only leaves the house for a pint to forget that his life is miserable, and who speaks like the foulest-mouthed miner from the North—because you can take the boy out of the neighborhood, but never the neighborhood out of the boy. And there, he isn’t a professor, or a genius, or a spy; he’s just the guy who knows as many swear words as he’s written potion recipes.

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"Slipping through my fingers" by ABBA was released June 1981.

Remus Lupin sat in his dingy house, last cigarette from his pack that he had lasted for two weeks because he no more had money to spend on luxuries. Rent unpaid for months, his days go by searching for something to do. It's hard to secure a job when you cannot guarantee your presence. He awoke at 12pm to avoid breakfast, but it was evening now, and he had no reason to skip lunch.

There's a single picture ripped in half where Sirius' face can be seen. He had done that in a fit of rage, no one was around to stop him. That had become a disgusting habit of his, the expectance that someone will come console him. No one did.

Every time the song spoke of "She" he was reminded of red hair, and her bright smile. An unfinished book with a bookmark sat beside him. Lily was at this page, he thought. He didn't have the courage to continue anymore. He hadn't read a book in a while.

No food, or chocolate milkshakes, or any leftover to take home everyday. Nothing to wake up to. No calls from a familiar number, asking to come over. No one called to say, Baby Harry misses Uncle Moons, to entice him into coming.

A pot from James' house sat on his kitchen counter. He cleaned it a week ago, removing all the mold that had grown in it. Last thing he ever gave me, Remus kept thinking. He thinks it will haunt him forever.

An expired bar of chocolate was kept beside the book he hadn't completed. Peter, always the sweet tooth. It was an early 'trick or treat', just a day before Halloween. Remus thought if the action was because he felt guilty, they had fought about Peter's frequent absences. But it was too simple, Peter always gave him chocolates.

He had heard the song back in June, it had made him sad then. He had thought of his allies, and their fast-paced youth, and how quickly it had all been slipping way.

It's June 1982 now, Sirius' record plays itself in loops, his hands now empty as ever. He has nothing that can slip away from him.

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“All right, Snivellus?” said James loudly. Snape reacted so fast it was as though he had been expecting an attack: Dropping his bag, he plunged his hand inside his robes, and his wand was halfway into the air when James shouted, “Expelliarmus!

Snape’s reaction wasn’t just quick—it was survival. How many times, starting at eleven, was he attacked, mocked, and reduced to nothing but the poor kid, targeted for his face and his poverty, turned into a joke by the Marauders? Just how much damage did it take for him to become conditioned to their voices, ready to defend himself at the slightest sound of his bully? Trauma like that doesn’t come from nowhere. And funny, people still say James wasn’t a bully but disarming Snape just for existing?

This wasn’t harmless fun; it was about crushing him.

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where is my crack comedy au where lucius and arthur have to team up to keep the story of their fistfight out of the paper and stop any news of the incident reaching their wives

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Oropher: This is my son! Is he not the sweetest elfling you have ever seen?

Thranduil, the angriest looking baby alive: >:(

Gîl-galad: hm

Milennia later

Thranduil: This is my son. Is he not the most beautiful elfling you have ever seen?

Legolas, covered in mud with twigs and leaves caught in his hair: :D

Elrond: hm

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Elladan and Elrohir: *bickering like typical siblings at the dinner table*

Thranduil: Control your barbaric children, Elrond. They should be more refined in company. They should behave more like my Legolas. *gestures grandly at his son*

Baby Legolas: *squatting in a tree breaking open an acorn with his teeth like a squirrel*

Elrond: ???????

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Life Lines ⭐️

Based on a headcannon I saw a while ago on tt, which was based on a post made on tumblr but i haven’t been able to find the original post, so if anyone knows, pls lmk!

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Found myself thinking about the Pietà lately

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First year babies 🤲