#c!sev

[chradi]

Hanging out with friends acquaintances

[dykesevika]

mission protect the baby

[idyllicbby]

y’all putting Ambessa with Sevika whole time she would want to fuck Viktor instead

arcane knew not to let them meet bc the whole story would’ve ended right there

[madfantasy]

Mani, I am wishing you a very happy birthday, and may you find joy and genuine happiness during the day. You certainly deserve it. You are a gift to us, always so kind, and perceptive and incredibly talented. ✨ Wishing you the very best, and that the year to come will bring you clarity, calm and joy. 💚💚💚

Oh precious, thank you truly and I wish you the same, thank you so much for taking the time and enjoying my stuff, your words & reactions has come to brighten my day and honestly I always screenshot to treasure🥺❤️🖤

[severussnapemylove]

Headcanon; Severus is a graze eater. He has snacks stashed in his office, work room, private chambers. From what I know of his childhood, I doubt he was getting regular or decent meals. Even though he's spent a couple decades at Hogwarts and rationally knows there's going to be more than enough food every day, it's both a habit and feeling of security to have something to eat where he can easily get to.

[mossy-covered-bones]

If coding existed in minecraft (think fic that is set in minecraft) would it be based on java or would it be a more complex form of redstone?

[seriousbrat]

i don't believe in "defending" characters in general, just in discussing them objectively- bc imo characters don't have to be good flawless people in order for me to like them like why should I justify myself? they're all fake. but this goes double for male characters you will never catch me out here defending a man

[ogord-fr]

quick little bust for sev as a treat for being such a good coli trainer this week. + i needed to refresh myself w these brushes bc ive been using them for a long term not-fr project and havent had time to work this week so... warmup sev too!

[riftdancing]

𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑨𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔:

Bold what applies to your character!

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑. 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐑. 𝐇𝐘��𝐄

cobblestone streets / lamps shining out of the fog / the warmth of a fireplace / unopened bottles of wine / the tension between what things seem to be and what they truly are / the heady thrill of freedom / panic of losing control / blood on the pavement / guilty vices / top hats and walking sticks / self destruction / old documents tucked away in safes..

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍, 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐔𝐒

rain hitting a windowpane / candles burning low / mountain ranges with white, snowy tops / frenzied obsession / a cemetery at dusk / slaughterhouses / all-consuming thirst for revenge / compassion turned to bitterness and hatred / a sense of duty weighing on your shoulders / inescapable guilt / the frozen wastes of the arctic circle / the feeling of someone breathing down your neck / lightning sparking through the sky.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘

erotic longing / paint on a palette / golden curls and rosy cheeks / the desperation to cling to youth / bees lazily drifting through the grass / hedonism / the blackness of a soul / a dusty attic / hiding secrets / blood pooling on the floorboards / gut-wrenching jealousy / a dimly-lit stage / temptation into corruption.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑

cliffs rising up into the clouds / someone ambiguously supernatural always lurking / Edinburgh's winding streets / religious zealotry / careful manipulation / family rivalry / a bible written in an indistinguishable language / a face that's always changing and shifting / Scottish lairds / something demonic masquerading as something pure.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀

letters and diaries /suitors courting a lady / castles nestled deep within forests and mountains / terror of the unknown / the howling of wolves / aristocrats from olden times / a consuming hunger / the dead rising / horses' hooves thundering along a path / blood staining the snow / crucifixes warding off evil.

𝐖𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

fog over the moors / embracing one who is already dead / a cycle of abuse / vicious snarling dogs / a house left to ruin / a thorn among the roses / toxic love (not rex related btw) / ghosts / the howling wind / flowers that have died and begun to rot / wasting away / a voice you can't identify.

Tagged by: @thefreelanceangel (and MANY others! If you've tagged me don't worry I'm doing different characters for you lot next)

Tagging: YOU! (I know its kind of a cop out, but literally everyone I know... and that's not a whole lot of people have either tagged me or done this already. SO if you want to do this, please do it! Big encouragement. You can tag me too! I'd like to see more characters doing this. c:

[albi-bumblebee]

Snupin

[revelisms]

Excerpt: Old Vows

Sevika instigates an argument.

From ‘both sides of the moon,’ a oneshot exploring Silco and Sevika’s relationship through a series of business ventures. CW: Violence, manipulation, knives, implied past abuse Full story on AO3

"Late night," he greets her. Hours of lost sleep gravel in his voice: pitch the words to a rougher lilt, lower than usual.

On any other night—bent over stacks of his shipping edicts, a fifth of whisky half-emptied and his fingers splayed about his temple; papers slipped and marked between them, weaving strategies to feed shimmer through Piltie supply chains—she may have found the sound familiar as anything: no different from the hum of music beneath their feet, or the lull of their city's racket past the panes. Comfortable, even.

Now, it strings tension through her metal joints, clear to the socket. Simmers and burns in her throat, in her teeth, in the clenching and unclenching of her fist. 

"For all of us, seems like," she cuts back.

His head turns, marginally, like a cat crooking its ear. He knows her, enough. Knows exactly where this is going, without needing another word.

Slowly, he takes in a drag, huffing the smoke into their city's green. She hears his calluses grit across the parchment. Feels the way air sits in his throat, stifling about the room.

"You weren't there," he says eventually, tapping the spliff's ash into her littered tray on the railing.

Sevika shifts her jaw. "Neither were you."

"She's told me—"

"She?" Her boots thud across tiles capped with green and gold. "What about Dustin? Ran?" His spliff stills by his ear. "The little bitch blew that shit to pieces," she thunders on. "Just like old headquarters. Just like she'll do here, any damned day now—"

"I'd expect you to have more sense than this." 

The words gut through her, quiet as they come—as though she's nothing more than a street-mutt that's gone off and disobeyed, refused to heel at his command.

It lights a fire in her chest, before she can care to douse it. 

"To do what?" she growls, inches from his steel-straight shoulders, from the muscle flaring in his jaw. "Put my knife where it belongs?"

She's nose-to-nose with him, before she can blink. A tigress over a rabid wolf.

There's a tilt in Silco's head, to meet her eyes. She would take some sick shred of pride it in, were it any other man. But this is their nation's Eye, who stabbed Vander through the wall of meat at his back, and gutted him, belly to lung, without hesitation. Who caught wind of Ran's coin-sniffing brute of a brother, and shot the bastard, point-blank. Who once snapped Lock's bulging arm behind his back, manhandled him bodily down the floor during a scrap, and held him there, a snake's hiss at his ear: Try that again, and I'll take your hand, finger by finger—slower than you can dream, boy.

He'd survived an eternity in that coal-blackened hell—and he'd learned to fight dirty, to do it.

She'd learned to do the same, under countless men like him.

Smoke poisons the air between them. "To mind your mouth," Silco answers her, gristling off his cracked teeth, "before you find yourself without a tongue."

Sevika breathes smog and ash in. Breathes fire out.

Anger broils over the apprehension: burns spite in her blood.

"You'd put her before everything else," she blunders on. "The others—"

"You've yet to see her potential."

"—the damned cause—"

"You squash all that she can accomplish, now—feed those doubts back into her head, as much as her bloody sister had—"

"At least that hellbitch knew how to land a punch—"

And he devours her airspace, still as a cobra poised to strike: his eyes splicing into hers, that dead one red.

"How many times has she failed?" It comes as a whisper of a roar, the spliff crushed between his white-knuckled fingers. "How many?" Sevika fights the wrath in her throat: feels it slide past her teeth. She stands her ground. Drinks down the smoke on his breath, the heat of it simmering against her jaw. "How many times has she persevered, in the face of it?"

Sevika digs her claws into her palm: metal squeaking on metal. "She isn't you."

A spark in blood-blue: a twitch in the dark line of his lashes. Lowly, sharp as a blade, Silco hisses, "I know that."

"No, you don't." Because for all he may have reasoned it, claimed to see the girl as untapped strength on her own two legs, he saw too much of himself in her. Too much promise, where there was none. "She won't succeed, where you failed," she thunders on. "She's not a leader, Silco—she's just some scared little girl, looking for a fucking mother—"

In that teal eye, a spark of lightning. "Like yourself, then?"

Red snaps over her. Falls like a curtain-call to a black stage. 

Distantly, there is fabric crumpling beneath the squeeze of her palm. Cool, silken: the crisp points of a collar. A pulse hammering against her thumb, her knuckles welding down through a slim shoulder, the doorframe rattling hard enough through his bones to ricochet back into her own. 

Rage has her fingers a hair's breadth from his throat. 

Curiosity has her captivated in the man she has stripped down, in the face of it.

Oh, she should fear this. Should turn tail and run, before he can bleed her where she stands. Not linger on the shadows of his skin, under raven-black fringe knocked out of place, where seaglass skews to midnight: on the swallow that shifts against her knuckles, his breath shivering into the heady heat of her own. Shouldn't dare to let her mind wander, thinking how he would look hauled back against that tattered old couch, her palm wrenched through the thick quills of his hair. Whether the creature she sees unearthed in him now would bare its teeth, twofold, or bury a husking breath into the cushions. Whether he'd snake that spindly hand around her wrist, a miner's strength still housed within it: let her fingertips drag over the thunder of his pulsepoint, and squeeze.

Jagged steel grazes the bared muscle at her waist, frigid in the cool air. It staggers breath back into her lungs, like the punch of a bullet. Metal kissing metal, ticking over the fastenings of her shirt: a deadly, leaden weight laid into the thick weave of her collar, easing her back on her heels, by fractions.

A dead man leers up at her. In his throat, the growl of a demon; in his eyes, hellfire blistering through the skin. Gooseflesh peppers down her nape. 

"Are you sure you want to play this game?" he seethes—quietly, dangerously calm.

It's nothing near an invitation. But the fight in it's a threat as much as a vow. One he's given, countless times before—but never to her.

Sevika swallows liquid down a throat that burns.

"Is that what he'd say, to you?" she grits out, an implosion aimed and fired. And the man, the beast, stares back at her—and shutters closed. The fire dampened, the fight smothered. Buried four meters deep.

Vander's knife falls rigid against her clavicle. She uncoils her fingers from his collar, nail by nail. 

In unison, the tether breaks. 

[rubyklaasje]

petey mark wip petey mark wip, PETEY MARK WIP

[sevynchaos]

when the prayer room is the coldest place in the whole building you find people laying around as if it’s their bedroom

[madfantasy]

"My Spot!"

"You snotty little— i swear, it's jealous of me! look how it is getting all possessive-like!!" Groaned Harison vindictively, shooing it off with his foot after getting jabbed in the shin by it for the third time today. "Or, perhaps, it is the way around. As you clearly can recognize it as an inanimate object." Mumbled Severus lazily from the depths of his shadowed corner, all smiles where Harry could not see.

Here's my spider cauldron making a return 8''

26.6.2023, commission/support Mani

[melymigo]

I would like to see the Omega squad too :'c

bring back the rest of delta squad, i am no longer asking 

[mossy-covered-bones]

I cant wait to finish this class and never touch javascript again