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[severusish]

Hellooooo Snapedom.

Life update.

On Thursday (this Thursday) I will be doing a themed comedy show about fandoms, hobbies and obsessions. @smilingformoney will be visiting me in my town, and she’ll be coming with me to the show. After chatting with her I’ve changed the trajectory of my set plan. Have a guess at what the theme of my jokes will be.

Yep, you guessed it. Snape.

8 minutes of Snape.

So obviously, I’m pumped. If anyone has ideas for jokes, particularly one liners, please DM me or comment. Also, I’m looking for things to say specifically about the Snapedom. If you give me a joke I’ll just say “someone from the Snape fandom gave me this joke.” Your privacy is safe with me.

Another update: attempted relationship with best friend failed. We’re back to being friends. Instead, I’m seeing a guy who is long, lanky, dark and mysterious. Sound familiar? Yeah, I have a type.

I’ll share clips of the comedy set (perhaps) when it’s done. It’s gonna be caliente.

How are you all? Due to complaints about my absence from multiple of you, I’ll be back to posting this week. Missed you guys.

Get ready for shitposts.

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Imagine Snape taking care of your daughter so you can sleep in.

The room is still and quiet, wrapped in the soft shadows of early morning. You barely stir as the sound of the door creaks open, then shuts with careful precision. Somewhere in the haze of near wakefulness, you hear Severus’ deep, gravelly voice. Low, soothing, and unmistakably calm.

“Shh,” he murmurs. “Your mummy is sleeping.”

Your toddler’s giggle follows, light as a bell, and you imagine her perched on his hip, her tiny fingers likely tugging on his hair or the edge of his robes. You keep your eyes closed, a rare opportunity to let yourself drift back into slumber without worry. Severus is here. He’ll handle her.

From the hallway, the muffled sounds of his footsteps retreat, and you catch snippets of his soft spoken commentary. “No, you may not chew on the hem of my robe. That’s hardly sanitary… Yes, you may have juice, but only after breakfast. That is non negotiable.”

You smile faintly into the pillow, but your body stays heavy, reluctant to break the spell of much needed rest.

Time slips by, and when you finally stir again, you realize the house is quiet. It takes a moment to push yourself upright, the lingering pull of exhaustion still clinging to you. Padding toward the living room, you find the two of them there, Severus seated in the armchair, your daughter nestled in his arms, clutching a soft, worn blanket as if it were her most prized possession.

He’s reading to her.

His voice is even, steady, and somehow softer than you ever thought possible for him. There’s no trace of the sharpness he wields so well in the classroom, no biting dry wit. Instead, his words are deliberate, gentle, as if the weight of his love for her exists in every syllable.

Your daughter shifts in his lap, leaning her cheek against his chest. He adjusts her automatically, one arm curling protectively around her, and continues reading without pause.

You lean against the doorframe, unnoticed, letting the moment sink into your heart. This is Severus Snape as only you and your daughter will ever know him —a man who softens when he thinks no one is looking, who allows himself to be vulnerable, just for her.

When he finally looks up and sees you, his expression doesn’t change, but there’s a flicker of something warm in his eyes. “You’re awake,” he says quietly, as if reluctant to disturb the peaceful scene he’s created.

“I am,” you reply, voice still husky from sleep. “Thank you.”

He nods once, returning his attention to the little girl now dozing in his arms. “I’ll let you handle the next tantrum,” he says dryly, but the corner of his mouth twitches with a hint of a smile.

You walk over and press a kiss to his temple, resting your hand briefly on your daughter’s soft curls. “Deal,” you whisper.

And in that moment, everything feels exactly as it should.

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[severusish]

happy new year you filthy animals

[severusish]

sir willard smith was really out there acting like a medieval knight and shit defending his wife’s honor like that. he was all “keep the good name of mine lady out of thine putrescent mouth, fool!” and then he strode forth onto the dais, whipped out his gauntlet and smote the court jester across the face while the crowd of noblefolk and waitstaff alike looked on with shock, awe, and horror

[severusish]

Alone, in the dark, and surrounded by the howling blizzard, Severus felt more at peace than he had in weeks. The more he let himself be buffeted by the snow, the more the crease between his brows seemed to melt away. He walked for some time, enjoying the crunch of the snow beneath his feet and the twinkle of the stars above. After a while, when it began to grow too dark to see, Severus raised his wand to cast Lumos… but halted himself in the act, hesitating. Steadily, he lowered his arm again and changed his mind — preferring, as wanderers often do, not to know where he was going in the dead of night.

I drew this for @snapecelebration’s Snolidays, Day 1. Prompt: Blizzard.

ID: image of Severus Snape, holding his wand high above his head. His expression is calm. His cloak, black like his clothes, is billowing in the wind. There is snow all around him. /End ID.

[severusish]

Severus hated mistletoe. He stared at it for some time, wondering if the plant deserved the Reducto he so wanted to unleash upon it. Deciding against the waste of magic, he turned to walk away — only to freeze in his steps when the person he’d waited all day to see said, in tones of fond amusement — “Hello, Severus. Look. Mistletoe.”

I drew this for Snolidays Week Two @snapecelebration Prompt: Mistletoe.

Snape unintentionally wound up looking like Keanu Reeves in this one. That’s what I get for doing a 15 minute drawing. Anyway BYEEEE

ID: a drawn bust of Snape. inside his eyes is the reflection of mistletoe. Above him there is mistletoe peaking down from the ceiling. /end ID.

[severusish]

severus snape is the baddest bitch in the books and the films. you agree. reblog.

[severusish]

dumbledore: after all this time?

snape:

[severusish]

Please normalize, romanticize, compliment, and draw more hooked noses. 

If you have a hooked nose, I am here to tell you: Unless it is affecting your health, keep it and be proud of it and love yourself. You look amazing. 

(t/w: mentions of op*eration, s*urgery).

I have a hooked nose. 

My grandfather got his operated ages ago because — according to him — it was to help with his breathing (i.e. deviated septum). Except that his nose today, at 87 years old, is perfectly straight. In his younger photos it was hooked like mine, but for as long as I’ve known him, he’s had a straight nose. 

Some years ago I got my nose broken (twice). The first time I had it broken was  in a traveling sports’ tournament to Vienna and it involved a baseball (long story), and the second time because of a mishap with a broom prop backstage during a theatrical parody performance of Wicked (again, long story).

I had to have my nose operated in order to breathe properly again because the right side of my nose had been squished entirely flat, and the bridge had been fractured. And I told the surgeons at the time, “Please don’t change my profile. Fix the inside so I can breathe, but don’t change my profile.”

At the time, my reason for that choice was two-fold. Firstly, my father (who paid for the surgery at the time, and he ended up being paid back in full by our insurance for it due to the fact that I had had a sports’ accident) told me that our insurance wouldn’t cover any surgeries that were considered “cosmetic” or for “aesthetic” purposes. Which meant that if I asked them to change my nose, it might incur extra costs. At the time my father also told me that he didn’t mind if I did want to change my nose and that he’d pay the difference if I wanted to change how it looked. 

The problem is that my nose is also my father’s nose. And I care about not erasing that. 

So I told the doctors to leave it alone. 

I found out a year afterward that my father had made an error while reading the fine print of the insurance, and that aesthetic surgery was covered. He said that the next time I went in, I could have that done if I wanted to. 

I told him adamantly, “No. I like it the way it is.”

A few years later the surgery had caused unusual cartilage placement in the bridge of my nose that was causing me pain and migraines. I was asked to come back in for a corrective surgery. (I have postponed the surgery enough times that I’ve lost count; it’s theoretically scheduled for this year, but I keep avoiding it because I’ve decided that I really don’t like surgeries). 

One day a few months ago my grandfather said “When you go to your operation, you should get that straightened out, take the bump out, like I did.”

And I just told him “I don’t think I will, but thank you for suggesting some ideas.”

Because as of now, my nose is still recognizably my grandfather’s original nose. It’s still my father’s nose. And my mother’s nose is hooked too. 

This is a photo of an ancestor on my paternal family’s side. His name is Sir Leonard Holliday and he is my 14th-19th great grandfather (Edit: I’ve lost count of how many great’s he is. He’s not a close ancestor). He looks exactly like my grandfather did when he was in his 50s. Same eyes, same ear, same mouth, same beard, same profile. Same hair color. It is spooky and uncanny.

Why would I erase generations of how my family looks just to conform to “conventional beauty”? I don’t want a copy-paste nose. I want my own nose. I’m never changing it. Never. 

[Edit: and yes it is tempting to change how you look when social media throws it in your face that you don’t match the blueprint. But trust me; with a little conviction, you can do anything. And saying “No” to someone else’s nose (what I call a cookie-cutter nose) is one of those things I personally decided to do. I understand the struggle only too well. That being said, everyone’s different, and I fully support and sympathize with the people who decide that changing their nose is right for them. No judgement, respect and kindness only. What I’m saying is that we should start saying that all noses are beautiful and worth drawing, exactly what OP said basically.] :)

The way I look now, I honestly look like if Lily Evans and Severus Snape had had a baby. I’ve got auburn hair and a hooked, twice broken nose and you can fight me. 

Though preferably not with a baseball or a broom. 

Thank you.

- S.

alright im gonna say it :/  big and defined noses are extremely fucking good and can easily center facial shape and add interest to a face the way a button nose cannot. and if you do not agree you are firstly my enemy and secondly a coward 

[severusish]

i love how snape said “you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter.” my brother in christ, dumbledore literally raised you for slaughter, why in the fresh hell are you surprised —

[smilingformoney]

Give me an N!

[snapedomanonymous]

Snapecelebration Week 1

Prompt: Homemade

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape

Characters: Hermione Granger; Severus Snape

Rating: T (due to suggestive language)

TW: Mentions of Pregnancy

Summary: Hermione and Snape discuss a very special Christmas gift.

Severus Snape returned home to find his wife Hermione in the kitchen. She was wearing a red apron and her hands were clad in green mittens. She was in the process of getting a tray of biscuits out of the oven. When she saw Severus she smiled and came over to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Hey Sev, you’re back early."

"Yeah with the exams coming up I thought I would give the students some extra study time and myself some extra time away from them."

"Severus! You can’t say things like that about your students." Hermione pretended to be scandalised

"Oh shut up! It’s not like I haven’t said worse things before."

"If you keep that behaviour up, you won’t get any presents on Christmas." Hermione said trying to sound serious

"Well, I’ll take that as an empty threat. Seeing as you can hardly return the present I’m most looking forward to."

"Yes, well but that one won’t arrive for another three months, will it now?"

"I’m still counting it as a Christmas gift. And it will still be my favourite." He made to hug Hermione from behind and close his arms across her well rounded belly.

Hermione turned her head around and smiled at him. "Well, you know what they say about homemade gifts. They’re always the best ones."

"I wouldn’t be so sure about the homemade part, darling." Severus whispered into her ear.

"Severus!" Hermione exclaimed while playfully hitting his arm "Now you’re really getting onto the naughty list!"

The end.

@severusish it did end up being rather mushy than funny but here it is. A week late. (Whoops)

[rumpleschtiltskin]

regina: rumplesh... stilts... rumpleschtiltskin, i summon thee.

rumplestiltskin: that’s not how you say it, dearie, but then... you didn't have to say anything.

regina: what are you?

rumplestiltskin: what? what? what? my, my, what a rude question. i am not a what.

regina: sorry. i don't really know what i’m doing.

rumplestiltskin: that much is clear. allow me to introduce myself; rumplestiltskin.

regina: and i’m….

rumplestiltskin: regina. i know.

regina: you do?

rumplestiltskin: but of course…. there is much history between your family and me. history both in the past and in the future.

↑ from We Are Both (Season 2, Episode 2)

↑ this scene was the inspiration for my url name.

About this blog:

My OTP is Rumbelle. I have been a Rumbelle shipper since the series began.

This is a sideblog. My main is @severusish. I write Rumbelle fics under the pseud Rumpleschtiltskin on AO3, which is linked to my main pseud for Snape fics. I am also Rumpleschtiltskin on Fanfiction.Net.

This is an LGBT+ friendly blog.

This is an all-OUAT-ship friendly blog.

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- ish

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#5

If there is a god, then I think we could find him in the way we care about one another.

Kaladin Stormblessed, Rhythm of War, book 4 of The Stormlight Archive, by Brandon Sanderson, page 674

50 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

#4

"It was a nice dream, wasn't it, Syl?" he asked. "That we could escape? Find peace at long last?" "Such a wonderful dream," she whispered.

Kaladin and Syl, Rhythm of War, book 4 of The Stormlight Archive, by Brandon Sanderson, page 541.

62 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

#3

Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart, if you must. Just come home.

Cardan Greenbriar, in one of the letters to Jude Duarte, Barnes & Noble special edition of The Queen of Nothing, book 3 of The Folk of the Air, by Holly Black.

The letters can be read online here

78 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

#2

Every time someone steps up and says who they are, the world becomes a better, more interesting place

Captain Raymond J. Holt, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, 5x10: “Game Night”

94 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The point is, people improve when they get external love and support. How can we hold it against them when they don't?

Michael, The Good Place, 4x08: "The Funeral to End All Funerals"

111 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

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[severusish]

likes: blancmange, potions-making, buttons

dislikes: being levitated upside down in front of an entire school and having all the students see their graying underpants

I love those character profiles that are like

likes: [favorite food, activity, something relevant to their theme]

dislikes: [highly specific bad thing that happened to them]

[severusish]

mutuals time for your severus snape obsession juice

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