#sailor slytherin

[meelusinee]

SAILOR SONG | R.B X READER

word count \ 1.3k | warning below | slash / regulus black x reader

two times regulus his love for you change him. one fluffy, one dangerous (tw: regulus cuts off the dark mark in section two) author's note at the end

A LITTLE LOAF SERIES MASTERLIST

SAILOR SONG | REGULUS BLACK X READER

Regulus had an affinity for the pen and paper.

It was a way to express himself without talking, though still talking in a sense. He could use as many metaphors as he wanted without being called pretentious. Or he could reveal as little as he wanted without being forced to say more.

Usually, everything would be about Death Eater duties. How much he grew to hate the Dark Lord. How crazy his cousin was, and how stupid her husband was to not notice her obvious affair with the Dark Lord.

But recently, it had become more about you.

You seemed to be slowly healing the things in him that he never even realized were broken. For example, you helped him realize just how bad his parents were, even if you didn’t have the full picture. You helped him deal with his ‘evil boss man’, or the fact he had nobody else to rely on other than Kreacher.

When he was younger, he would miss his brother. A bit older, and it would be his friends. He wasn’t sure if either group even cared for him that much.

Now anytime he missed anything, it was you. And this time, he knew you cared.

It radiated off you so easily, it wasn’t something he could ignore. No amount of overthinking or doubting things could ever lead him to that conclusion. It almost made him want to self-sabotage sometimes, feelings of unworthiness mixing with the warmth running through his veins whenever he hung out with you. He figured you were better without him anyways.

Kreacher had hit him for five minutes straight the last time he suggested that.

He sighed, palm rubbing his forehead as he mindlessly scratched it against the paper, words flowing out of him before he could even think of them himself. He’d grown to an automated system for himself, draining his thoughts before he

The sun had set by the time he looked up from the paper again, Kreacher’s voice ringing behind hi

Regulus turned around curiously, looking at Kreacher. “What’s up?”

Kreacher looked at Regulus before his eyebrows furrowed, his feet carrying him over to Regulus’ desk. “May Kreacher ask what Master Regulus is writing?”

Regulus smiled softly. He didn’t trust people, but he trusted Kreacher. He’d already saved his life once, along with helping him take one step closer to taking down the Dark Lord. “Yeah, sure.”

Kreacher grabbed the paper as Regulus handed it to him, his eyes darting over it. “Miss Y/N?”

“You know that.” Regulus whispered quietly.

Kreacher smiled softly, pointing at a specific part of the paper. “I think she would like this.”

Regulus’ eyes darted to the part Kreacher had pointed to, the ink dripping making it a bit harder to read.

‘Won’t you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?

And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor?

I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior.

My friend says that he’s worried, but I'm covered in this favor.’

His cheeks were a bit flushed by the time he finished, eyes darting over the words he had written.

It sounded so right.

“I believe you can use this, Master Regulus.” Kreacher said with a smile.

“Use it for what?” Regulus asked confusedly.

Kreacher looked at him with an expression that spoke the word ‘really?’ into the room, so much so he could sense the sarcasm radiating off Kreacher. “Kreacher knows more about romance than Master Regulus believes.”

“Oh really?” Regulus challenged him.

“Even if Kreacher did not know anything, Kreacher would still be able to sense how much Master Regulus loves Miss Y/N.” he said. “Perhaps Master Regulus should confess his feelings to Miss Y/N.”

“Would she even say yes?” Regulus asked confusedly. “I’ve only known her for, like, a week.”

Kreacher nodded at that, placing the paper down on the desk. “Kreacher believes writing about Miss Y/N until your hands grow tired will not help Master Regulus’ crush.”

“I know that.” Regulus groaned, banging his head against the table. “Kreacher, why is this so difficult?”

“Perhaps it is because Master Regulus has never felt loved before.” Kreacher said, looking down at him with an innocent expression.

Regulus sat up at that, his mouth dropped. “Kreacher!”

Kreacher only smiled, hopping off the desk. “Kreacher shall be in the kitchen, should Master Regulus need it.”

“You are so cruel.” Regulus groaned, looking down at the words he had written. How would he even confess with them in the first place? A letter in an envelope, maybe. With some flowers, he knew your favorite. But would you accept them?

Did you even like him back?

Regulus groaned again, putting his ink and quill back in their spots. He stood up abruptly, feet dragging him towards the bed he had been calling home recently.

Regulus realized that he was running out of time.

He stood in front of a mirror, shirtless with his arm on full display. The Dark Mark was still there, loud and proud as it burnt his arm. He refused to touch it, not wanting to give the Dark Lord any power or access to him. As far as the Dark Lord knew, he was dead.

He didn’t have much of a choice when it came to touching it anymore though.

“Kreacher!” he called.

Kreacher came as he called, looking at Regulus with a slightly bewildered expression. Regulus figured it was because of his voice, he had never called so demandingly before. He sounded like Sirius.

He hated sounding like Sirius.

“Is something wrong, Master Regulus?” he asked.

Regulus sighed, looking down at Kreacher. “I need you to help me with something.”

“Anything, Master Regulus!” he said hurriedly, noting the urgency in Regulus’ voice. “What is it?”

“I’m going to drag the magic from this to the center,” Regulus said as he pulled out a knife, unfolding it from its sheath and handing it to Kreacher. “I need you to cut the Dark Mark off.”

“Cut it off?” Kreacher asked incredulously.

Regulus nodded. “It’s the only way, I have bandaids somewhere here. I need your help, Kreacher. Please.”

Kreacher looked at him before sighing. “Knife.”

Regulus smiled faintly, handing Kreacher the knife and sitting down on a small cushion. He felt a small layer of sweat already building, though he wasn’t sure if it was from adrenaline, anxiety, or anticipation. Maybe it was all three, the three big A’s he needed to feel all at once in order to feel alive.

“Whenever you’re ready, Master Regulus.”

Regulus sighed softly, breathing in air before letting it out. He held the tip of his wand to the Dark Mark, a small white light appearing at the tip. His skin started burning like the night he got it, all of the magic coming front and center to his epidermis**.** Some of it floated up in the air around it, hovering like a beast waiting.

“Now,” he said.

Kreacher made quick work of the Dark Mark, quickly cutting into his flesh and filleting his arm like one would a fish. It was sharp and quick, the dark magic trapped inside of the cut off skin.

“Fuck,” Regulus gritted through his teeth. He grabbed a small trash bag he had enchanted to keep the magic trapped, placing the long strip of cut skin inside of it. That way, at the very least, it wouldn’t be able to escape.

Now all he had to worry about was the blood.

“Master Regulus is rather impulsive.” Kreacher stated, healing Regulus’ arm. He couldn’t do much, which meant that the wound was still bleeding. Even still, it was much better than what it was before. He grabbed the bandaids and wrapped them as tight as he could around Regulus’ wrist.

“Thank you, Kreacher.” Regulus whispered.

“You’re welcome.” Kreacher said, looking up at Regulus. “Would you like some tea?”

Regulus was still panting from the pain, nodding slowly. “Yeah. Please.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE

this part might not make the most sense in the entirety of the series, mainly because i wrote this before i wrote the other two parts that i posted today. i think it still matches overall though? so imma post it anyways bc i CAN

AS ALWAYS - please like, comment, and reblog!

[darkcrowprincess]

Found family is like Crack to me. Like YES give me more of a group of people who are not related, who do not fit into the nuclear family stereotype, but are still a family! Who fight for and support each other. They might not always agree about things but the love is there.

[moonytoasted]

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[mrsriddles-blog]

Nightmare | M.R

Pairing: Slytherin Fem Reader X Mattheo Riddle

WC: 3.5K

Warnings/Notes: Mild Language, Violence, Implied Smut, Angst, etc.

Summary: Mattheo has developed an infatuation with you, the schools notorious badass.

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I shall die before I ‘wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take

No one truly understood how Mattheo Riddle—the playboy of the school who suddenly wasn’t playing around anymore—was infatuated with Y/n Y/l/n. She was a girl that not many people wanted to mess around with. She had no problem calling people out on their bullshit, nor did she have a problem being honest—brutally honest.

She had the mouth of a sailor and she was as crude as the guys at the school. She hardly put up with any girls just because she didn’t want anything to do with drama. However, her best girl friend is Pansy Parkinson. When the two were together, everyone knew to steer clear. The two were batshit crazy and was ready to cause havoc.

“Hey babes.” Pansy said, playing with Enzo’s hair.

Everyone sat around the tree as usual as you arrived with a cigarette hanging out of your mouth. You had a new display of bruises on your face, your knuckles bruised and battered. Mattheo eyed you with eyes that Tom teased him about being dreamy looking.

“Hey babe.” You say, taking a seat and leaning back.

“Nasty bruise there.” She teases.

“Granger doesn’t know when enough is enough.” You chuckle, pushing your hair out of your eyes.

I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

I’ve tasted blood and it is sweet

I’ve had the rug pulled beneath my feet

I’ve trusted lies and trusted men

Broke down and put myself back together again

Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters

Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger

I’ve pinched my skin in between my two fingers

And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors

“Oi! Y/l/n!” Harry exclaims, striding towards you.

You take another puff out of your cigarette, looking up at him unamused as you blow out the puff of smoke in his general direction. He steps back, looking disgusted before focusing back on you. You smile lazily at him.

“What ever do you want, Potter?” You ask sarcastically.

“I want to know why you beat up Hermione.” He demands.

“Well she started it. I ended it.” You say.

“I want a real answer.” He snaps.

You had just walked into the bathroom, opening one of the windows to try and sneak in a quick smoke real quick. Hermione walks in and scoffs when she sees you. You look at her blankly.

“C’mon, give me a smile, Y/l/n.” She mocks, giving you a nasty onceover.

“I don’t owe you a goodman thing. Turn around and leave me alone.” You snap, taking another puff from your cigarette.

“I didn’t think you were a coward. Last I heard, you got into fights and won them. Scared to lose?” She asks.

“How about you shut your mouth before you see where running it gets you.” You suggest, putting out the cigarette and throwing it out the window.

“I told you, Potter. She started it. Maybe you should tell your little bitch to watch who she runs her mouth to next time. I gave her a warning. But, she kept pushing. She was quite determined she’d win the fight. Called me a coward. You should've seen the way she cowardly hid in the corner of the bathroom to get away.” You say, scoffing out a laugh at the memory.

“Come on, little lady, give us a smile.”

No, I ain’t got nothin’ to smile about

I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for

A moment to say I don’t owe you a goddamn thing

“God, you are pathetic. What? You can’t find happiness in your screwed up homelife and among your friends, that you have to hurt other people?” He asks.

“I don’t hurt people without reason. And you know nothing about me.” You spat.

He stared at you a moment, before turning and striding away. He didn’t want to push anymore than he had as he didn’t want to be your next victim.

You watch him with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw. You resisted the urge to hex him or worse, curse him. You looked like a daydream to everyone, but really you were a nightmare.

No one truly knew where the change came. You were sweet and innocent once. They wished they could blame your friend group, but you were friends with them before. You came back from summer holidays your third year with a whole different personality. Little did they know, your parents were murdered by a rich wizard who got away with it.

Everything changed for the worst, or maybe the best for some.

Voldemort sought you out after hearing the news from his twin sons. He took you in and began to teach you his ways. You became a Deatheater just like your parents and all your friends. You have became the reason everyone was far more confident that they were going to win the war too. You were calculated, yet when needed you were merciless.

I, I keep the record of the wreckage of my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a night

That I’m no sweet dream, but I am a hell of a night

“Y/n/n, I’m delighted you are here for the holidays.” Voldemort says, standing to greet you with a hug.

“Thank you for having me, my lord.” You murmur.

“Of course. Why don’t you go get settled in? Dinner will be done around six.” He says.

“Of course.” You murmur.

Mattheo and Tom waited in the doorway for you. You walked towards them, before pausing as the hairs on your neck stood up. You felt your stomach flip uncomfortably.

“Y/n/n?” Mattheo questions.

“Someone is here. Someone who shouldn’t be here.” You murmur, striding past them as you pull your wand free.

You followed your gut and headed to the basement. You heard Tom and Mattheo behind you as Bellatrix’s cackling from upstairs could be heard. You hear Hermione scream, but you keep going when you see a familiar brunette boy and ginger-head boy.

“Potter! Weasley! What the hell are you doing here?” You snap, pointing your wand at them.

Mattheo and Tom follow in suit, Mattheo distracted as he watched you with awe. Tom rolled his eyes at his brother who was obsessed with you.

“Y/l/n? You are a part of this too?” Harry asks in disbelief.

“Of course she is. She hangs with those snakes too. Not to mention she is a snake herself.” Ron spats.

“What is happening to Hermione?” Harry asks.

“What she deserves for breaking in. What you two will soon face as well. You get a first-hand experience of a snake bite. You get to see how venomous we truly are.” You say, smiling sweetly at the two.

No, I won’t smile, but I’ll show you my teeth

And I’ma let you speak if you just let me breathe

I’ve been polite, but won’t be caught dead

Lettin’ a man tell me what I should do in my bed

Keep my exes in check in my basement

‘Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you’re complacent

I could play nice or I could be a bully

I’m tired and angry, but somebody should be

Harry eyes you warily, looking between you three. He knew the odds, but he also wasn’t one to go down without a fight. He reached for his wand , but it was to late as you hit him with Cruciatus Curse.

“What are you doing!?” Ron cries, dropping to his knees as he tried to get Harry’s attention.

“Protecting my family.” You spat.

“They are just using you.” Ron says, shaking his head.

“Imperio.” You say, watching him curiously.

“Mattheo, lets grab Potter.” Tom says.

“Ron, keep quiet. Give me your wand and Harry’s wand and follow me.” You say.

Ron hands both wands over as he follows you upstairs. Hermione was tied to a chair now, your eyes falling on the word carved into her arm. Tom and Mattheo struggle to lay an unconscious Harry on the ground.

“Is he dead?” Voldmort questions.

“No, my lord. He is unconscious. I used the Cruciatus Curse on him. I used the Imperius Curse on Ron. They were both in the basement.” You explain.

“Well done, child. The rest are on their way. They should be here any minute.” He says.

You nod, turning to help Tom and Mattheo with tying up Harry in a chair as you hear quiet chatter heading towards the dining room. You tell Ron to sit and you easily tie him up as your friends and their parents enter.

“We had our lovely trio break in, and what for…I don’t know just yet.” Voldemort announces, motioning everyone to take a seat.

You take a seat next to Mattheo, your hands shaky with nerves. He grabs your hand under the table, squeezing it out of comfort. You squeeze back, especially as scarlet red eyes focus on you.

“Question the boy.” He orders.

“Ron, why did you guys break in?” You ask, trying not to show your nerves.

“H-Horcruxes.” He stutters out, trying to fight your hold on him.

“Ron! Fight it! You're stronger than this!” Hermione cries.

“Zip it! Or we might have to repeat what happened a few minutes ago, mudblood.” Bellatrix spats, glaring at Hermione.

“Are you delusional? You three are always up to something, but walking into the snakes den? You truly are arrogant fools.” Tom spats, shaking his head.

“Mattheo, Tom, Y/n/n, you are dismissed. You’ve all proved your worthiness today. Why don’t you two assist Y/n/n with what she might need for the spell she has been working on?” Voldemort suggests.

The three of you stand, leaving the room before Hermione says your name. You stop in the doorway before turning to look back at her.

“Why? Why do this? Why are you on their side? What happened to you? We use to be friends. What changed? Why did you come back somebody else our third year?” She asks, tears in her eyes.

“That Y/n is dead, Granger. She isn’t coming back. She died the day my parents were murdered by a rich wizard. Yet, the Ministry of Magic defended him and let him walk free—a mudblood. He should be rotting in Azkaban.” You spat, your eyes narrowing on her.

This was the first time most of your friends knew of what happened to your parents. They assumed they died, but they didn’t ever pry.

“Come on, little lady, give us a smile”

No, I ain’t got nothin’ to smile about

I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for

A moment to say I don’t owe you a goddamn thing

I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

“Matty, can I steal one of your jumpers?” You ask, walking into his room.

“Yeah, here.” He says, handing you the one he had been wearing earlier today.

“Thank you.” You say, smiling at him before pulling it on.

He has definitely imagined you in his clothes. He was beyond obsessed. He practically watched your every move when he was in your presence. He imagined a lot of things. He imagined what it would be like to hold you…to kiss you…to see you in his clothes…to see you without clothes. To say the least, he had a very imaginative imagination.

“Are you busy right now?” He asks.

“No. I just wrapped up the loose ends to that spell for your father. So, I should have a lot of free time on my hands now.” You say, sitting at the end of his bed.

“Let’s watch a film then.” He suggests.

“Not some horror flick though.” You plead.

“No, no, not a horror flick. Why don’t you pick?” He suggests.

You smile, shrugging as you nod. He pats the spot behind him and you crawl up the bed before plopping beside him. He scoots closer to you nonchalantly as he hands you the remote to his TV. You pick a romance movie, hoping he doesn’t make fun of you.

Half an hour passes, and Mattheo had gotten pretty invested in the movie. However, that was until you had moved so you were laying down beside him. Now, he found himself watching you when you got drawn in by the movie. He didn’t think it was this fair to look so good in his bed, but you looked like a Goddess in his eyes.

“Y/n/n.” He murmurs, leaning over you a bit, looking down at you.

Your eyes flicker to his, seeing how close he really was to you. Your lips part in surprise, his eyes flickering to them. You look at his lips, watching them move closer and closer. You close your eyes, his lips dancing with yours.

You move a hand to his, pushing his head closer to yours as he straddles you, deepening the kiss. You both never thought a kiss could be so perfect and magical.

“Y/n.” He whispers against your lips, his eyes still closed.

“Matty, I need you.” You whisper, looking up at him with flushed cheeks.

“Shit…are you sure about this baby?” He asks.

“More than sure.” You whisper.

“Draco, come.” Voldemort says.

You hold Mattheo’s hand tighter, praying Draco comes to you all. It was a relief as he walked over to the Deatheaters side. You’ve noticed he was a little torn between what side he wanted to be on.

“Y/n, now.” Voldemort says, turning to you.

Harry Potter was officially dead. You confirmed it. Now, it was time for the big unveiling of Voldemort’s human form, and not his form that represents where things had gone wrong. It was time for him to be the form of utmost perfection. You found yourself wondering if he’ll look like Tom. Tom does happen to resemble his father a lot from some pictures you’ve seen.

You take in a breath, squeezing Mattheo’s hand before letting it go. You step forward, closing your eyes as you let your arms go out. You hear startled and surprised gasps from everyone around as you begin to float up off the ground.

Mattheo watched just as everyone else was surprised as a green light emitted from you before becoming so bright and engulfing you. He looks back at you after the light explodes and he sees that you're dressed in a black cloak, but he sees the dark green bodice underneath it. Your eyes open and he stumbles back when he sees your eyes are green.

Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware

But I’d rather be a real nightmare than die unaware, yeah

Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware

But I’m glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers

You lift a hand, muttering incoherently before a green tendril reaches out towards Voldemort. It wraps around him, covering him before it slowly washes away as you lower yourself to the ground. You watch, hoping to the gods above that you didn’t just embarrass him. He’d kill you and you knew that.

Your lips part in surprise as you see the man who stood there now. He stood about 6”3 tall, he was lanky yet muscular. His face was sculpted, electric blue eyes instead of scarlet red ones. He had dark brunette hair that was neatly styled and he wore a white button up shirt with black dress pants.

“Your dad is hot.” You mumble and Mattheo pinches you, pouting at you.

“Hey, your mine.” He grumbles.

“I was just noting the obvious.” You mumble.

Voldemort smirks, slowly looking around the crowd. He looks at you and winks before turning to address the other side. You look at Mattheo with wide eyes and parted lips.

“He’s so hot. I really expected he would look like how he had. Like our Tom, now. Not that you're not hot Tom, because you are, like, really hot. But, it seems like even though he hasn’t been his natural self in a long while…he still matured.” You mumble.

“Uhh…thanks I guess.” Tom mumbles.

“You are my bloody girlfriend. Please stop saying my dad is hot.” Mattheo grumbles.

“I’m trying! I’m sorry! I love you.” You say.

“Right.” He grumbles.

You hug him tightly and pout when he doesn’t hug you back. You stand on your tippy toes, your lips brushing against his ear.

“How about I show you how much I love you tonight? I’ve got this new pair of lingerie that I bought because I was thinking of you.” You whisper.

“Deal.” He rasps, kissing your neck before letting you go.

You turn to face Voldemort again. The other side has kneeled and are vowing their loyalty to him. He has them one by one approach him as he gives them the Deatheater mark. Your eyes find Althea, a first year who was looking at you with tears in her eyes. She runs to you, Voldemort watching with curiosity. Your own eyes well, not expecting her to be here.

“When did you get here? I thought I lost you.” You ask, kneeling in front of you as you grab her face in your hands.

“The Ministry of Magic had me at some secure location. They were going to use me as leverage against you when the time come. They had a prophecy that showed who you become. But, you all destroyed the Ministry of Magic. I escaped, “transferred” to Hogwarts in hopes that you’d be here. And you are.” She says, tears falling down her cheeks.

“Oh babes, I am so, so happy you're safe and here. I’ve looked for you, but I honestly thought…I thought they killed you. I couldn’t feel you.” You say, tears falling down your own cheeks.

“They used a spell so you couldn’t feel me. They wanted you to think I was dead…but I’m here. I’m here now.” She whispers, hugging you tightly.

You hug her back tightly, burying your face in her neck as you try to get a grip on your emotions. You lean back, gently wiping her tears away before wiping your own and you smile at her softly.

“Who is this?” Voldemort asks, stopping behind Althea.

You stand, putting an arm around your sister’s shoulder. You look at him and smile slightly.

“This is my sister, Althea. I thought she died…but I guess the Ministry of Magic has had her hidden all along. They had some prophecy about me so they were going to use her as leverage against me. But, because of what you’ve done for us and you’ve taken down the Ministry of Magic…she escaped. Thank you, my lord.” You say.

“Y/n/n…it’s time you called me father or dad. I’ve considered you a daughter for awhile…especially after all you’ve done for our family…and now you and Mattheo are in love…I simply think it’s time for you to stop calling me ‘my lord’ or ‘Voldemort’ and called me dad or something. Althea…I am Tom Marvolo Riddle.” He says, putting a hand out for her to shake.

She takes his hand, shaking it as Tom mumbles something about his name being the same as his fathers. Voldemort takes a knee in front of Althea and smiles at her.

“What should I call you?” She asks.

“Dad…call me dad.” He mumbles.

You smile slightly, realizing that he had a connection to your little sister. You knew he looked at her like a daughter as well. But, this was different. You knew these two were going to have a special bond. You look over at Tom and Mattheo to see them watching with small smiles.

I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it ever time

And I realize

I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize

I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a night

That I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a night.

[petitteperle]

MODERN TEENAGE MIZU😆😆😆😆😆

I really think 12/13 year old Mizu would have loved Percy Jackson and Harry Potter🤓

The sun burned on her skin, the day at school had been tiring and lonely, on the way home, Mizu ended up coming across the city library, she stopped a man and asked what the time was. Having thirty minutes free Mizu entered the library.

She passed through the large bookshelves, until she found a fantasy book, one about a modern hero, on the cover, a boy with his feet sunk in the sea was looking at the horizon.

"Percy Jackson?" She read the title aloud.

Mizu ended up borrowing the book, she spent the whole morning reading it, unable to stop.

I'm sure she would be from cabin 3 (Poseidon), but I'm not sure about her Hogwarts house, perhaps Slytherin, considering her ambition to get what she wants, not caring so much about the process.

She would have loved Gacha Life and Five Nights at Freddie's (sorry if I spelled it wrong, my brother is the one who likes those things, I'm not very familiar with them)

Mizu also likes anime like Saint Seiya (I love this one), and she would have a soft spot for Sailor Moon, but wouldn't admit it

She must take some martial arts class or something (I don't know much about it either) and when she grew up she started taking fencing classes

Mizu loves astrology and physics and mathematics, she is a CDF (slang here in Brazil for 'crânio de ferro', it means iron skull in English, basically it means that someone is very intelligent)

Mizu used to participate in physics, mathematics and rocket launch olympiads (Bro is literally that emoji 🤓)

[orqheuss]

A Fish to Water

(Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow/GN!Reader HUMOR)

Summary:

Sebastian handed you the last leaf and sip of the potion. You smiled at the boy, something unidentifiable twinkling in your irises. He quickly shut his eyes one final time and waited for the last of their trio to shift.

The spell was spoken, and the two boys turned their ears to the sound of flapping. Sebastian’s eyes opened in excitement.

Greeting him, slapping the ground with its scales, was a salmon.

Word count: 3.5k

AN: I’m moving all of my fics over from Ao3 to make them more accessible! These are my fics.

The forbidden forest was decidedly not the best place to transform into your animagus form for the first time. You realized that quite quickly after nearly being run over by a group of thestrals out for a late night romp. You enjoyed a little thrill now and again, but running screaming from an invisible horse creature was not in your divination homework, nor was it in the two fellow Slytherin’s that were hightailing it alongside you. 

Ominis was most definitely not a runner, that much was for sure. The lack of sight really put a damper on his hand-eye coordination, and he made sure to remind both of his closest friends. He was the one, though, that noticed the hoofbeats first. Without him and his amazing hearing abilities, you may as well have been as dead as door-nails. 

Sebastian was the most athletic one out of the bunch, leading the pack with his feet harshly smacking the ground. He was also the loudest; you were amazed none of the professors had ventured into the night after hearing his banshee level hollering. That boy had some pipes. The freckled boy had luckily remembered to grab the blond’s hand on his grand exit from the glowing pasture the trio had found. What he didn’t remember, though, is that even when leading the blind, you had to remember that they were, in fact, not able to see anything . The brunette, in his desperate sprint out of the forest, leapt over the roots of the large sycamore trees at least twice, sending Ominis to the muddy ground each time. 

The wiry boy taught you a few new swears that night. 

In an attempt to keep the poor boy on solid ground and not airborne, you grabbed the other hand flapping in the wind behind him. If any Ravenclaw’s were to look out the tower window, they would see three Slytherin’s absolutely booking it out of the woods, chain linked together, throwing a fearful glance over their shoulder to look at a pack of absolutely nothing chasing them. 

What a sight.

Sebastian still led the charge, switching directions and throwing the other two around the bend leading towards Hogsmeade. You had begun to make your way around Ominis, now pulling him from the front as well. The blond boy began to resemble a cat on a lead being dragged where it didn’t want to go. He dug his heels into the ground in an attempt to stop the two lunatics he called friends from inadvertently tossing him into the river below. The stampede had left you alone once you exited the forest, but the brunette continued to scurry ahead towards the ruins near the small wizarding town whilst swearing like a sailor. 

Eventually, the three students’ scamper sputtered out when the taller of the two boys tripped over a rather large boulder, sending himself into the ground onto his face and launching his two friends over his shoulder and down the nearest hill. They all tumbled ungracefully across the lush green grass, dew and dirt coating their once clean uniforms. They all lied there panting for a moment, trying to catch their long gone breath after their marathon. 

Sebastian rolled onto his back and stood up, spitting the grass he had accidentally ingested out of his mouth with a disgusted expression. He heard the bickers and grumbles of his companions making their way up the, thankfully, shallow hill. They were greeted at the top by the brunette, an apologetic smile decorating his face and a hand behind his head rubbing at his hair at the sight of their dirty clothes, dust covered faces, and a thunderbird’s nest of hairdos. 

Ominis, finally able to use his wand once again, stalked towards the other boy with a visage of anger that made him look a bit constipated, and promptly socked the young wizard in the arm. 

“Ouch!” Cried Sebastian, his eyebrows raising into a look of hurt. 

The smaller boy was not done quite yet. He swung his arm back once again and continued to assault his friend between staccato-spoken words. 

“Never,” Punch.

“Drag me,” Punch.

“Like that,” Punch.

“Again.” Punch, punch, punch. 

“Merlin’s beard, Ominis! Ouch, I’m sorry, stop punching me you bloody lunatic! I'll leave you to the death horses next time!” 

Sebastian rubbed at his arm in pain, a look akin to a kicked crup pup frowned across his features. The Gaunt boy attempted to dust himself off to the best of his ability, smoothing down his hair back into his signature quiff, before navigating towards a large chunk of building and sitting down. He unlaced his left shoe and held his leg off the ground like a flamingo, muttering to himself while he shook the tiny pebbles from the sole. 

The Sallow boy turned his attention to the other member of the party. You were still standing at the edge of the cliff, hands on your hips like a disappointed mother and a look of amusement dancing in your eyes. You smirked at the boy before loudly questioning,

“Chaps, are we doing this or what?” 

It was Sebastian’s idea to become animagi. He had been perusing in the restricted section of the library, again, and stumbled across a transfiguration textbook from the early ages of Hogwarts. Inside detailed exactly how to go about the process, and his eyes had lit up in mischief before racing to the Undercroft and to his two best friends. When he presented the book to you both, you had instantly been on board. Ominis, on the other hand, was harder to persuade. After incessantly pestering the boy for a day at least, going as far as to mention the fact that as an animagus he could sneak out of his atrociously macabre house whenever he wanted over the summer, he finally agreed just to get you both to quit it. Sebastian had run off excitedly to the greenhouse to gather the necessary materials at that very moment and you turned to follow him with equal enthusiasm, but not before seeing a mischievous smirk creep up the face of the smaller Slytherin. You knew that even with his reserved nature, no one, not even Ominis, could turn down a little debauchery every once in a while. 

Ominis grunted as he stood from his perch, sounding vaguely familiar to when Professor Sharp stands from his chair before lessons, and tied his shoe before walking back towards the pair of students. He dug inside his cloak for the case containing the three mandrake leaves needed for the ritual. You scowled at the sight of the affronting plant. You three had barely made it through the ordeal of keeping the leaves in your mouth for a month. You practically went on a hunger strike because of the disgusting taste that invaded your senses each morning, noon, and night. The boys had to basically force toast down your throat on multiple occasions, causing you to nearly swallow the leaf and beginning your torment all over again. 

Sebastian patted his robe pockets for the vial of dew they had collected the previous month. A look of panic crossed his face, frantically slapping at his hips, chest, and buttocks looking for the small tube. You narrowed your expression at him, hissing in annoyance.

“Sebastian I swear to Salazar, if you dropped the potion so help me I will-”

“Aha!” 

The boy produced the small container from his back pocket and held it aloft in the air with a look of relief. You sighed and shook your head at the freckled boy, your hand reaching up and pinching the bridge of your nose in indignation. 

The taller Slytherin accepted the snuff box from the other and began to pass around each of the necessary ingredients. He tittered in excitement, the prospect of transforming into a completely different creature absolutely tickling him pink with glee. Ominis cleared his throat.

“Alright, who would like to go first?” 

Sebastian looked like he was going to drop anchor in his pants in excitement, eagerly volunteering to be the tester for their little experiment. He produced his wand from his sleeve, pressing the tip over his heart. He took a deep, calming breath, before repeating the incantation and throwing back his swig of the potion.

“Amato Animo Animato Animagus!” 

You closed their eyes and waited for the sign to open them when the Sallow boy had transformed. After a moment, a momentous bark echoed across the ruins. Both sets eyes shot towards the animal resting at their feet. In front of them stood a sable merle colored border collie. His fur was the color of butterscotch with brown and tan spots decorating his body and legs. The hound bounded around the two students in excitement, his tag wagging so fast that it was barely visible. The duo laughed at the excitable animal, reaching down to run their hands through his smooth fur. You described what Sebastian had shifted into to Ominis, amusement lacing each word. He threw his head back, cackling into the night at the accuracy of the transformation. You spotted a stick lying near your foot. Quickly grasping it in your hand, you drew your arm back and launched it over the destroyed buildings.

“Here boy! Go get the stick, fetch!”

The dog bolted after the piece of wood, jumping to catch it in the air before circling the rubble and returning in front of you. He dropped the stick, his tongue hanging out of his canine smile. 

With one more lap around and through the legs of his companions, Sebastian transformed back into his human self. His cheeks were glowing with embarrassment. He turned towards you and pointed angrily.

“We will never discuss what just occurred ever again.” 

You barked a laugh at the color of his cheeks. With a smirk still on your face, you nodded solemnly at the boy. He quickly spun to face the other boy across from him.

“Ominis! You should go next. It was absolutely exhilarating!” 

The Gaunt boy nodded in excitement, a smile stretching across his face from cheek to cheek. He repeated the process on himself, gulping the potion before tossing the flask behind him. Just the same as Sebastian, the two remaining students quickly shut their eyes in anticipation. A moment went by in silence, both waiting with bated breaths to see what their close companion would change into. That moment turned into two, then three, before both creaked their eyes open. One moment the Gaunt boy was there, and the next he was—

Gone?

The two friends looked at each other in confusion before creeping towards where their third had once been. Lying on the ground seemed to be a small cluster of dirt, rough textured and shaped like a knot. They knelt down to get a closer look, eyes peering curiously at the…object? Mass? Before them. Just as Sebastian was reaching his hand towards the clump to poke it, the rock began to move. Both students jumped back in shock, each landing on their behinds. 

Two clouded blue eyes peeked out of the top of the mass. A small forked tongue flicked from under Ominis’ upturned nose, his head poking out more to sense where his two friends were. The tiny caramel colored hognose snake was wound around itself, its scales shifting under its muscles. 

How very fitting. 

The reptile slowly unfurled itself to his full length. He was maybe the size of your wand, a little over ten inches at best. You stared wide eyed at the small creature, a startled grin stretched across your face. The small animal swung its head around the vicinity, hissing as if to ask the duo to speak. You swallowed a barking laugh, your voice laced with mirth.

“Ominis? Is that you?”

The snake turned in your direction and began to slither towards you. His body moved stiffly along the rocky ground. Seeing his struggle, you fumbled to your knees once again and held a hand out to the creature, hovering just before its snout. The young animagus sniffed the air before climbing into your outstretched palm. Ominis wiggled himself around until he was secure, wrapping a portion of his tail around your thumb. You brought the tiny snake up to your eye level, gazing into its slitted eyes. You cooed at your tiny friend.

“Ominis, you’re adorable!” 

The small snake wound himself back into a tight ball, releasing a hiss from the back of his throat. Sebastian held out his hand for a chance to see his friend up close, desperately holding back guffaws. His eyes were filled with tears of enigmatic glee. The tiny reptile slowly slid from your hand to his, raising up on its upper body like a cobra. 

Sebastian promptly lost his mind. 

Loud chortles left the freckled boy. He positively howled in merriment, doubling over and grasping onto his knee with his free hand, his other still holding his tiny friend aloft. The snake hissed at the display, long and threatening. Sebastian looked into the animals eyes for a second time and dissolved into laughter once again. Ominis curled around himself, his head and upper neck still raised in displeasure. His tongue flicked against the hand he was perched on, sensing the shapes around him. 

The snake then promptly bit Sebastian on the thumb. 

Yelping, the boy nearly dropped the tiny creature. He quickly lowered the snake back to the ground, shaking out his stinging hand. 

The reptile released a final hiss and transformed back into the blind wizard. 

Much like Sebastian, a brightly colored blush decorated Ominis’ face. Once you both hoisted him up from the ground, he crossed his arms across his chest and asked you to describe what his animal was. He knew it was a snake, but other than that he didn’t have any ideas. You explained his shape and color to the blond boy through barely contained giggles. His cheeks somehow grew even more red and he hid his face in his hands. The brunette crossed the space to his friend, a jocund smirk still dancing across his lips. He patted the smaller boy on the back in comfort before being swatted away in embarrassment. 

Sebastian handed you the last leaf and sip of the potion. You smiled at the boy, something unidentifiable twinkling in your irises. He quickly shut his eyes one final time and waited for the last of their trio to shift. 

The spell was spoken, and the two boys turned their ears to the sound of flapping. Sebastian’s eyes opened in excitement. 

Greeting him, slapping the ground with its scales, was a salmon. 

What the boys didn’t know is that you had decided to play a little prank on them. You had done some of your own research on animagi, and in one of the many tombs you read it said that in some cases the wizards' animagus form was the same as their patronus. You thought back to learning the patronus charm in Defense Against the Dark Arts the previous week, and spotting a silver scaled fish across the room sprouting from a random Hufflepuff boy’s wand. This set your brain into motion, and a plan began to form in the cogs of your mind. 

You stood behind a nearby tree, watching your friend stare at the fish for an extremely long period of time. You had a hand slapped over your face to muffle your laughs as you saw his face morph from confusion to absolute, unbridled joy. 

You had never heard the boy laugh that hard before. He was on the ground, rolling in the dirt in howling delight as tears streamed from his eyes. Each time he turned towards the fish he would quickly deflate back into cackles. Ominis stared confused at the spot where you once were, his wand blinking and sending the image of a strange shaped shadow wiggling around near his feet to his mindseye. 

He turned towards the taller boy on the ground, asking him to explain what was so funny. Sebastian hesitantly rose to his feet and turned back towards the smaller boy.

“Ominis, you’re not going to believe this. They’re a fish!” 

The Sallow boy dissolved into laughter once again, doubling over and holding his stomach in pain. His fellow Slytherin took in the information slowly, the gears in his brain clearly turning at a rapid rate. 

The fish continued to flop helplessly on the ground, sounding like a sopping wet towel falling onto a tiled bathroom floor. 

Ominis’ eyes suddenly widened as the color drained from his face. He began to call for the brunette across from him, trying in vain to get his attention to the situation at hand. Sebastian wiped the tears from his eyes and turned towards the blond. 

“What’s up? What’s going on, Ominis?” Tittered the Slytherin.

The smaller boy stared wide-eyed at the other. “What animal did you say they were, again?”

Sebastian tilted his head in confusion. “A fish, why?” 

Ominis gulped, quipping quickly, “Sebastian, what do fish need to survive?” 

The taller Slytherin put his finger to his chin in contemplation, pondering what his friend could possibly mean. Could it be a riddle? 

“Ominis, I’m not sure what you’re getting at. It’s a fish. Fish need water to— oh. Oh. Oh no. ”

Sebastian began to pace rapidly in place, his hands ran through his hair in panic as he continued to swear at the ground. 

“Oh bollocks— fuck— Merlin, oh— shite, balls— Rowena’s saggy tits— god damn— son of a banshee. ” 

Ominis knew that fish rarely survived long outside of the water. He hopped from foot to foot, wracking his brain for a quick solution that would save his friend and their very unfortunate animagus form. 

Sebastian scurried over to where the fish flailed on the ground. He gently picked it up in both of his hands, cringing slightly at the feeling of its slimy scales. Its eyes bulged as its mouth opened and closed rapidly. He shushed the fish in his hands, stroking its fin with his thumb.

"It's okay. We got you. Don't die little guy." He tipped his head back and groaned at the sky. "Professor Weasley is gonna kill us."

A lightbulb went off in the Gaunt boy's brain. He quickly scrambled towards the other boy, drawing his wand in the process.

"Sebastian, put down the fish. I got this!"

He quickly swished his wand towards the fish, yelling the new spell he had just learned in charms yesterday.

“Aguamenti!” 

A jet of water shot out of the blond’s wand, splashing along the dirt ground and smacking into the fish at an extreme speed, sending it rapidly down the hill next to it and into the river below. 

The two boys sprinted to the cliff's edge, slamming into each other and peering down the grassy slide. Sebastian watched as the salmon swam away, its silvery blue scales glittering in the water, and made a sound very similar to an unhappy kneazle.

“Hey boys, what are you looking at?” 

The two students nearly died from shock. The freckled boy wiped his head around at an almost 180 degree angle, eyes bugging out of his sockets and his mouth open like a trout. Ominis rolled over onto his back, grasping at his chest over his poor heart. He groaned in your general direction,

“Merlin, don’t do that!” 

You grinned at the two boys in mischief. “I’m sorry, but the opportunity was too good. I absolutely had to.”

You helped the two boys to their feet, dusting them off and smiling with insincere guilt. 

“Okay, I’m actually going to do it now.” 

Sebastian irately chirped at you in response, “Yeah, and I’m bloody watching you this time.” He picked up his wand, having dropped it in shock earlier. “God damn, nearly gave me a heart attack.” 

This time, you did the incantation properly before drinking the remaining potion. You felt your body change uncomfortably, your bones shrinking and shifting under your skin. Fur sprouted from your pores, and you shrunk towards the ground. 

A stoat, slightly smaller than average and decorated with brownish red fur and black accents, pawed at the ground where you once stood. 

You looked up at your friends, suddenly incredibly low to the ground. A chirp-like sound left your mouth, inviting them to join you on a run around the hillside. Sebastian quickly whispered what you looked like to Ominis before he smiled down at you, kneeling to pet your coarse fur. He looked up at his friend and lightly tapped him on the leg.

“Whaddya say? Care to join them on a little adventure?” 

The slender boy smirked down at the other boy and nodded. 

Both transformed once again, the snake finding his way to you and winding around your body; his tiny head resting on the top of yours. The large brown dog trotted next to you and barked. You chittered back at them in agreement, and the trio once again ran off into the night.

AN:

Why these animals?

Ominis: I made Ominis a hognose snake because they're 1. adorable, and 2. incredibly dramatic. Hognose snakes are picky eaters and are the most likely species of snake to be born blind. When threatened by predators, or in some cases a very spooky pair of tongs, they will roll over on to their back and play dead. The whole nine yards, tongue lulling out of their mouth. It's incredibly entertaining, and it reminds me a lot of Ominis and his tendency to be dramatic.

Sebastian: I made Sebastian a border collie because they are one of the smartest dog breeds, as well as one of the most rambunctious. They are known cattle dogs, meaning they herd farm animals for a living. Sebastian is definitely a mother hen type when he wants to be, and he is incredibly loyal to his friends. These dogs are full of energy and are incredibly curious, which fits him to a T.

MC: I made the MC a stout because, much like all animals in the weasel family, they are fearless. Weasels are known to fight animals twice their size, and have historically gone toe to toe with venomous snakes like King Cobras. On top of all that, they are mischievous. They love to steal parts of nests from other animals, as well as their eggs. Since the MC is pretty neutral in this, I thought a stout would be a good fit.

like what you read? here's more!

[slightlyslytherinthings]

Since when...

Warnings: Light Smut. Sebastian touching himself thinking of Y/N.

Description: Of course all aged up. There are two segments the first one is more an introduction and the secound one a light smut. Last year of the school. Sebastian being the narrator of this ff.

Please give me some feedback it is my first writing, I would love to know where I could improve. And maybe write a next part to it.

🖤🤍💚

Starting a new year and also the last year at hogwarts felt great, knowing that less than 365 days are apart until I can start a career, maybe traveling for awhile or just staying with my dearest twin Anne and with my lovely friends Ominis and Y/N. I wonder how their summer break went?

Speaking of I just seeing them standing at the great hall, "Hey Ominis! Y/N!". "There you are Sebastian, good to hear you again. Hopefully with less trouble than the last years", said Ominis, being cocky as ever. "Hey Sebastian good to see you again, totally missed you on my adventures.", as Y/N greeted me she put her arms around me to hug me thight for a moment.

Even after I spoke the death curse against my own uncle, and Ominis being mad at me, which was understandable, Y/N could manage to make him speak to me again. Not only him, she also convinced Anne to send me owls, she might even want to see me soon again. Y/N was really a true friend, after all I put her through and even after cursing that damned cruciatus curse to get out of the scriptorium, she still kept up with me and my problems. I should give it to her back somehow. Pleading of liking having friends in my debt, I'm surely forever in her debt.

Speaking of feeling her hug I noticed something different, it felt more softer and wasn't she usually bit closer? Merlin. It is her wider chest, which puts us apart, she definitely didn't had them the last two years, what was she drinking- STOP IT! I shouldn't think so inappropriate about her like that. I love her, as a friend, maybe even like a sister or even like a brother since she acts sometimes like one, maybe it was our influence, tho.

But still I shan't think of her like that, even if she truly grew more mature. Who am I to ask her out? She would be definitely better off with someone like Ominis. I must admit the thought of it feels off. Even if both of them deserved to be happy.

I gently got off of her hug, "We should go to the table, shall we?" She smiled at me with a wide grin as she went forward to the end of the slytherin table. Ominis and I followed her, he placed himself next to her and I sat towards her. Unfortunately Imelda Reyes joined us, placed her gossiping ass right next to me. Merlin help me to survive her annoying being. I always wondered how Y/N can be so friendly with her, but thinking of it since she also has no problem with my sorry ass, it might be even a greater superpower to keep up with difficult people than the thing with ancient magic itself.

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As the three of us sat outside, waiting for the transfiguration class to begin, a sudden dark cloud rain above us. I actually enjoyed the water drops running down my face, but I noticed the couple of Ominis and Y/n moving fast under the stone roof right before the classroom. "Sebastian please join us under the roof before you're getting a cold, my dear." her softly well sounding voice filled with concern rang through my ears and I followed them, like she was a siren calling a sailor of his boat.

"Are you getting cold? Your clothes are soaking wet.", she asked. "Don't worry, I just know the right spell to dry myself up." I used the hot air charm on myself. "That is a nice spell, do you mind drying my clothes too?"

Even tho she wasn't staying long in the rain, her blouse got a bucket or two full water on her and I could see her skin through it- damn it. Feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks and some other part, I also cast that spell towards her and maybe a bit to much than it needed to be. But it even made it worse, since her blouse got more pressed against her, which defined her gorgeous body even more. Merlin. Would she ever think like that of me too?

The class started and we sat- of course she had to sit next to me. It made it somehow worse, I think Ominis could start to tell that I was all over for her.

"Professor Weasley?", I raised my hand. "Ah yes, Mr. Sallow.", as she answered. I asked, "May you excuse me? I need to go to the toilet right now." - "Mr. Sallow the class just started.", she sighed. "But before an accident happeneds you're dismissed."

I stand up slowly hiding something with my cloak as much possible, I needed to go out of here, these thoughts of her wet skin... these silky fabric touching her nice silhouette, where I deeply wished she would want me to touch her- Merlin, since when had I developed such a desire for her?

I went of to a toilet stall, as fast as I shut the door and locked it. I began to unbotton my trousers and grab my little devil, starting to rubbing it. I pictured every inch of Y/n, her lips oh her sweet shaped lips.. imaging her to bite them because she would see something at me she also desired for so long. Her doe eyes which innocently hide her true nature of being a freak in the sheets.. I bet she isn't innocent at all. And Merlin these breast, what I would give to just get another glimpse. I moved my hand faster as I got more and more scenarios of her, like her blouse get lose and I could see her shoulders, she definitely would get aroused and start moaning if I could kiss them until she get bruises, enough bruises so that anyone knows she enjoys me, only me. I pressed my right hand against the door, thinking of how she would loved being pinned at it while her legs would perfect wrap around me, she would scream my name while I thrust my devil inside of her warm, wet witchhood until she can't walk or even say a word anymore. I would love to see her face while she comes, knowing that I could do that to her- "Merlin, Fuck. Y/N!"

I groaned her name a bit too loudly for a public toilet as I came in my hand. I have luck that no one was around. I cleaned myself in exhaustion and walked back to class. Y/N grin at me, when I rejoined the class.

Merlin, stop smiling at me like that again.

[sofoulandfairaday]

Also got any sev ones?

If I have any Severus Snape headcanons? I think I might have to put this one under the cut bby, it's going to be loooong. Edit: it got severely out of hand, be warned this is insanely long.

BUT FIRST: this is a very long but extremely well-written meta about the Snapes' peculiar type of poverty that you should all read when you have time. Like, save it for later somewhere or whatever, but seriously. Do yourself a favour.

Some people like to headcanon Remus Lupin (!) as the Hogwarts drug dealer. Nu-uh. That's Snape. Severus, for the right price, can and will provide you with any kind of potion (assuming he can steal the ingredients from the supply closet/his fancy pureblood housemates can get him whatever he needs). See this post.

But it's not just potions. He'll write your essays for money (his prices go up as the years go by, but so does his credibility). Snape is the only reason Avery ever passed 4th year Transfiguration.

Until his 6th/7th year, when he was no longer friends with Lily and started expressing a vocal desire to join the Death Eaters, he wasn't accepted or popular in Slytherin House.

Avery and Mulciber, the only people who could be considered his friends, were still pretty classist and racist towards him and even then he only got to be part of their little circle because he knew more curses when he arrived at Hogwarts than half the kids in seventh year.

You see, he wasn't just a Halfblood (they have those in Slytherin), he was also dirt poor, and pretty rough around the edges. He wasn't refined, he swore like a sailor, he was classless, and “dirty” and had worn-out clothes and second-hand books, he was canonically ugly and twitchy as a child, and Sirius (who is still from the very elegant, very posh Black Family) describes him as a little oddball.

Never mind the suave adult Snape (who is very different in the books and in the movies, anyway). My man Eliza Doolittle-ed himself. He did a Tom Riddle.

But he was powerful enough that the hazing and bullying inside his own House stopped almost immediately when he got there. You despised Snape? Fine. You attacked Snape? Suddenly your pet cat has been poisoned and your kneecaps were jinxed backwards.

Also, Lucius Malfoy promptly singled him out, and while he was still in school (Sev's first and second year) he did what he could to shield him, and to make him just a little more credible and refined in Slytherin. Severus followed him around like a little puppy and definitely acted a bit like an errand boy for him and his friends, which is also part of the reason why Sirius calls him Lucius Malfoy's lapdog in OotP. I wouldn't say they were really friends though. He knew them, and maybe they liked him, but he wasn't their equal.

Unfortunately, the Marauders' bullying only got worse as the years went by, and Lucius had graduated by the time SWM happened (I think that and the Prank were the worst, but I also like the headcanon that they were not. That Snape put that particular memory in the Pensieve because it was the time he lost Lily, not because it was the worst time he was bullied by them. From the way he reacted to their attack, this level of viciousness was probably common. By the way, even if you dislike him as a character, if you deny that what he suffered at the hands of the Marauders was vile, I don't know what to tell you.)

I wouldn't say a good rapport with Narcissa Black - because why would a girl from the upper years hang out with a boy from the first three? - but she would be kind to him, and chat politely sometimes. She was impressed with him - the first Halfblood she had ever given the time of day to.

Do you know who wasn't (lol)? Bellatrix. Who had graduated years before and just could not understand why Narcissa and Lucius would be so fond of this little scrawny upjumped Halfblood.

With the exception of Andromeda (who doesn't know who he is) and Narcissa (who really likes him), all of the Blacks hate Snape. Regulus doesn't hate him per se but thinks him unrefined and overreaching and they also have a bit of a not-so-friendly competition going on even though they come from different years. Sirius and Bella... well, you know. (credit: @hxuse-xf-black, I think this hc is theirs)

One of my favourite headcanons is that the last Black family event Sirius ever attended was Narcissa's wedding (1976) [the last one Andy ever attended was Bellatrix's (1972)]. He was there as the bride's cousin, obviously. But but but. Snivellus Snape was also there, as the groom's best man (alongside Evan Rosier and Rodolphus Lestrange). The two almost get into a Muggle brawl, and an enraged Bellatrix is the one who has to separate them (how dare you try to ruin Cissy's big day?!). She would have happily let them kill each other on any other occasion, but that was her little (only) sister's wedding and she very violently cursed them both.

Started smoking cigarettes when he was young and never really stopped.

What tea does Snape drink?

Bad personal hygiene since he was a boy, especially in his periods of worst depression. Paradoxically, he was at his most groomed during his Death Eater years (1978-1981) because he had to deal daily with the likes of Lucius Malfoy and Rodolphus Lestrange, who might have been domestic terrorists but had standards.

Speaking of which. Bella hates him. I still have to decide how Rodolphus feels about him (Rod definitely defends him when the two of them are having a row, just to piss her off, but I don't know how he actually feels). I think they had slightly different social circles. As Sirius says, they were all - at different points in time - part of a gang of baby Death Eaters in school. But I see Bella & Rod as very close with Rabastan, and Rabastan as very close to Barty (the four of them even tortured the Longbottoms together, which means they definitely talked to each other in the very hectic days after Voldemort's downfall). In my headcanons Barty and Regulus are glued at the hip, so basically that's the five of them already.

It was a period of brilliant students for Hogwarts, nothing like Harry's time. James and Sirius were prodigies, Regulus gives me mad scientist vibes (also, he must have been knowledgeable in the Dark Arts seeing as he figured out about Voldemort's Horcruxes in no time), Barty brought home twelve O.W.L.S. (how?), and Snape was inventing curses.

The latter three were tentative allies in school, but Barty&Reg (who definitely had something going on if you know what I mean), pureblood and proper, with all of the entitlement that must have come from their bloodlines and talent, definitely were not his fans.

No one could understand his fixation with “that Mudblood” (Lily); Lucius was particularly overjoyed when he heard of their falling out. (This came back to bite him in the ass when he was the one who had to physically drag him out of his house, at Spinner's End, after she died and he was determined to rot and kill himself with alcohol.)

Cat person. But never owned any pets because he could not keep one alive. Except of course when he owned a rat... err... I mean, when Peter lived with him.

I am convinced the man took stimulants. Whatever the equivalent of wizard cocaine was (probably a potion he made himself, with minimal comedown and as little side effects on the body as he can), he took. He seems to spend his nights patrolling the corridors and his days teaching, so when does he sleep?

Extremely light sleeper anyway.

Can go without eating for a long time.

He is the personification of self-loathing.

I can see him self-harming in different ways. He denies himself the small pleasures of life, he smokes until his throat burns and his lungs hurt, and insists that he works best without protective gloves (more sensitivity or whatever) which means that his hands are covered in small cuts and stains from corrosive (possibly painful) potions.

Does whatever he can to look as little like his father as possible, whether that be growing a beard, or gaining weight, or cutting his hair.

He maintains that learning Occlumency saved his life. Legilimency is about control, and even that not-so-hidden sadistic part of him, and also the self-protection that comes from knowing your opponent's moves before they can strike. But Occlumency and the sort of meditative bliss that comes from Occluding heavily was an integral part of his transformation, and very definitely helped with the very obvious anxiety that plagued him as a boy. It's yoga + good weed at the same time. That's the feeling.

The Lily thing. Part of it was romantic but in the light I-am-thirteen-and-have-a-crush-on-my-best-friend type of way. He definitely thought he was in love with her when he was sixteen/seventeen, after they had cut ties, and that's how he explained it to Voldemort, too (and that's how Voldemort explains it to Harry - he desired her). But. Truthfully? No. After a while, and especially after her death, it wasn't about the love he felt for her, it was about the debt he owed her. She was the first person to be kind to him, and he betrayed her. Directly caused her death, and sold her to the most evil wizard in history. Whether you love someone romantically or platonically, being responsible for their death, or leaving a child as an orphan takes a toll on your psyche that's almost impossible for me to comprehend or explain. Imagine the level of guilt that he felt. She was his first friend, his first crush, his first everything. And his love for her was the love Dante felt for Beatrice, the love that moves the sun and the other stars. I hate it when they reduce it to “he just wanted to bang Harry's mom haha”.

With that being said, Snily is probably the most boring Severus ship of all.

Never planned for the future. He honestly didn't think he would survive the war; his character is pretty much doomed by the narrative, and I am convinced that the only thing that kept him going was fulfilling his promise to Dumbledore, taking down the Dark Lord. He always thought Voldemort would eventually discover he was a spy and kill him for it. And as sad as it is (and that's why I love those kinds of fanfics!) I cannot see him ever adapting to a post-Voldemort world. It would take a lot of work on himself for him to find peace and I don't think he loved himself enough for that. I don't think he wanted to live.

Also, while I love the fanfics where he eventually makes up with Harry, and they have a civil relationship, I cannot see it happening in canon.

The narrative draws very explicit parallels between Snape and Voldemort, there are so many (but not limited to): the social class they come from, their blood status, the abuse they face as children, this iconic line which is one of my favourites in the whole series: But he was home. Hogwarts was the first and best home he had known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here, the details we can infer of their relationship with Dumbledore when they were still students, the transformation they operated on themselves to become more polished, their interests (both of them invent curses and the like), the way they identify with their mothers' heritages, their dynamic is extremely interesting to me.

My headcanon is that Snape was one of the few people Voldemort actually liked (and perhaps he saw himself in), which would explain why he doesn't heed Bella's advice about him. Of course, it was a very tepid intellectual appreciation (just a tad warmer than his - very cold - expression of regret at having to kill him in the Shrieking Shack), but it was there. I think they had a teacher-student dynamic which doesn't get explored enough but was clearly there: Voldemort teaches Snape how to fly without a broom; he is reportedly the only Death Eater to whom he teaches this. I think Snape was absolutely fascinated with LV in the beginning and climbed through the ranks impressively quickly. Just as rapidly (maybe more) as purebloods Regulus Black (whose cousin was LV's right-hand woman and possible mistress) and Barty Crouch (who would have been an asset seeing his father's position). Keep in mind these guys weren't even 20 years old and had all met Voldemort personally, probably more than once. They would have been part of his inner circle.

I can see Voldemort appreciating Snape's interest in magic, especially his academic interest. I think it's especially fascinating if compared to Voldemort's relationship with Bellatrix (who was the opposite of Snape in every sense): I think someone like Voldemort would be attracted to someone like Bellatrix (rich, pure of blood, self-assured, inhabiting a world built for her, etc.) but on the other hand he would also resent her for these very things that were her prerogative, and not his. On the other hand, Snape would understand him on a personal level, he would simply get some of Voldemort's lived experiences (and personality, let's be real) in a way his other Death Eaters wouldn't. But, because he still represents his past in a way (and hasn't remade himself quite yet), Voldemort would also view him with contempt. (And a great deal of superiority, but he's like that with everyone).

Snape doesn't join the Death Eaters because of the Cause. I can see him hating Muggles and perhaps looking down on Muggle-borns, but I don't think of him as a convinced pureblood elitist in the way the Lestranges and Malfoys were. He joined for power. He wanted revenge, and he wanted to feel powerful and important in a world that would make him feel small (part of the reasoning behind Bellatrix's joining in my headcanons), which makes him much hungrier than his peers, which would make him stand out to Voldemort.

His invention of the Sectumsempra spell and its counter-curse is extremely impressive, even Bella had to recognize this when she found out, and she demanded it be taught to the younger recruits, (but really to herself).

Hates summer like no one else has ever hated summer.

Helped with Draco's conception. I headcanon that Narcissa had fertility problems (this extends, for me, to most women of the Black family) and Severus helped her and Lucius with it. (This hc isn't mine, but I love it to death.)

Any and all silly headcanons about Snape teaching sex ed, dealing with periods, etc give me life. You've all read them though, so I won't repeat them.

Worked as a potioneer for Voldemort too, perhaps alongside someone who was even better than him (older, more knowledgeable). The things he learned turned out to be super useful to him in the future.

His favourite food is fish and chips, or something equally proletarian, like beans on toast... that sort of thing.

Detested living with Pettigrew (and I hc that Voldemort did it as a form of cruel punishment: he's forced to live with - offer shelter to - the man who caused Lily's death).

Because I like angst, I really like the idea that the person he was closest with, in the entirety of the Hogwarts staff (except maybe for Dumbledore) wasn't McGonagall, it was Charity Burbage. I need more fics with an in-depth exploration of their relationship (whether it be romantic or platonic) because it has amazing potential, both for angst and fluff.

Idk how anyone can ship Snily when these two are right there

Also, she would be the second woman Severus loves that Voldemort has killed. This time it's even worse.

I doubt he could ever have had a functioning relationship with her (or any other woman, or person), because what flesh-and-blood woman could ever beat the lamented and idolised spirit of Lily Evans? She would stand no chance. Again, this makes it worse.

I'm going to stop here because this is getting embarrassing. Kudos to you if you got to the end of this.

Headcanons: James | Sirius | Remus | Lily

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a rec list of fics that are inspired by or based on books! We hope you enjoy the fabulous books on this list. If you want us to keep making rec lists like this, please be sure to like and reblog the post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Sweeter Than Wine | Explicit | 15,339 words

When Wizard!Louis goes to a muggle club for a change of pace, his one night stand ends up being much more than he bargained for.

2) Your Certain Charms | Explicit | 20,417 words

Harry Potter AU. Louis is the reserve-reserve seeker, Harry is the Quibbler’s brightest new voice, and the Quidditch World Cup is as good a place to stargaze as any.

3) Burning Through The Shadows | Explicit | 25,990 words

“He’s Louis Tomlinson,” the General spoke from next to Louis. “The Sun Summoner, moi tsar,” the General said, looking at Louis. “He will change the future,” the General said, looking at the king and the queen. “Starting now.” The General raised his hand and shadows creeped up from every corner of the Great Hall, enveloping them all in darkness. Louis was reminded of the time when these shadows had protected him, them, from the harsh winter of Ravka. “Now call the sun,” the General leaned in and whispered in Louis’ ear.

4) Magical Soup | Explicit | 28,580 words

Slytherin prefect Louis Tomlinson’s seventh year at Hogwarts takes an immediate turn for the worse when he’s made to be potions partners with Harry Styles, Hufflepuff’s resident heartthrob and class clown.  Louis has always considered Styles to be a terrible show-off who coasts by on his charm and good looks, but the more they work together, the more he questions that idea.  As term goes on, will Louis be able to admit to himself that he might actually like Harry Styles after all… and maybe, just maybe, as more than a friend?

5) Blue Lotus | Explicit | 29,824 words

Note: The pairing in this fic is Louis/OMC.

After the Second Rebellion and the dismantling of President Cowell’s regime, Louis struggles to make sense of life.

6) Ours Are The Moments I Play In The Dark | Mature | 30,830 words

Jane Austen’s Persuasion AU. Nine years ago Louis Tomlinson was persuaded to break off his engagement to Harry Styles, a poor sailor. Since then Louis has come to regret being so easily convinced to give up his one chance of happiness. Now Louis’ family is in debt and his childhood home is being sold. In a complete reversal of fortune, Harry has returned to England a wealthy bachelor looking to settle down. Events conspire to bring them together once more though Louis is- must surely be- the last man on earth that Captain Styles would think of now.

7) Dangerous Liaisons | Explicit | 42,589 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Niall is the master of deceit and Harry is the master of seduction. Louis is just a very strong willed male model who happens to be straight. When Niall tells Harry he wouldn’t be able to seduce Louis, the bet is on, but Niall’s schemes are hard to avoid.

8) Inside Your Bones | Explicit | 43,550 words

Note: The pairing in this fic is Louis/OMC.

Louis keeps trying to make peace with his past, but it’s hard when the past is all too present.

9) A Promise Lives Within You Now | Explicit | 45,925 words

A Lord of the Rings-inspired Middle Earth AU. Louis is an Elven prince, next in line to become King of Mirkwood, and Harry is the orphaned Human boy who grows up alongside him. They fall in love, but Louis’s obligations to the throne, Harry’s mortality, and impending war threaten to tear them apart.

10) Secret’s Safe With Me | Explicit | 59,207 words

When bad turbulence and three glasses of wine have Louis spilling all of his secrets to the man sitting next to him on the plane, it’s embarrassing, sure, but it’s also easy enough to shrug off and block out of his memory forever. Or at least, it was until Louis went into work on Monday morning and realized that the man from the plane is the new CEO of his company.

11) Mead Of Poetry | Mature | 65,053 words

Under the pressure of continuing the Styles viscountcy line now that he is getting older, Harry sets himself three rules to finally settle down and marry: firstly, the omega needs to be reasonably attractive, secondly, they must be of great mind, thirdly, they cannot be anyone he would ever fall in love with. Enters Charlotte Tomlinson, the diamond of the first water of the upcoming season and seemingly the perfect candidate to the viscount’s plan, but her omega brother, Louis, is in Harry’s way. Louis only seeks to protect his sister and he sure is not going to let a rake play with her heart.

12) King Of My Heart | Explicit | 83,712 words

Harry shrugged, his shoulders brushing against Louis’. “I think since I was young, I craved that feeling, though. I didn’t always hate being a prince, but over time, certain aspects of it just bothered me so much. I remember being four years old and realising that every person in the world knew my name, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted that. I told my mum as much and she tried telling me that being a prince is not a punishment. That it was a privilege that I should be happy about it, but no one asked me if I was. But looking up at the sky, I remember that all of this will one day mean nothing, and neither will I. All the pressure will then disappear and I could just be.” Louis stayed quiet, allowing Harry the space to open up because he knew Harry wasn’t looking for advice, but just someone to confide in. What he wished he could tell him was that in the short amount of time that he’d known the prince, in Louis’ eyes, he couldn’t be insignificant if he tried. He was brighter than every star up there in the sky. He was all Louis could look at and think about.

13) A Taste of Desire | Explicit | 104,414 words

“As forward as I have been with you this evening, I am also aware this dinner party isn’t the place to conduct business.” Mr. Tomlinson chuckles quietly to himself, shooting a subtle glance across the table towards their hostess. “And besides, I am sure our hostess would be horribly disappointed to learn that we went away this evening with a business agreement and not a mating one.” Harry, who had been sipping his wine, coughs harshly at this. He splutters, unaccustomed to such blatant statements about mating. Mr. Tomlinson continues to laugh quietly, clearly pleased at Harry’s reaction. “Mrs. Humphreys promised that there was an alpha attending the dinner tonight that I would certainly get on well with,” Mr. Tomlinson continues, voice teasing. “She assured me that we would have much in common since we both work with mills.” Mr. Tomlinson glances at Harry, eyes flashing with mirth. “Little did she know that would be where our mutual interests began and ended.”

14) Our Endless Numbered Days | Explicit | 120,815 words

“Harry?” whispered Louis, his mouth dry, his nose pressing against the other’s warm skin. “Mh?” Harry’s humming was gentle, his fingers lightly caressing the younger boy’s arm, his chest steadily rising and falling beneath Louis’ cheek. A couple of seconds passed, and Louis looked up at him in the darkness of the cave, barely able to make out the expression on his face. When he tried to inhale deeply, his breath hitched. He struggled to find the words to tell Harry what he was thinking about. Another couple of seconds passed, and Louis listened to the reassuring beating of the prince’s heart beneath his cheek. He couldn’t. “Nothing,” he whispered, his voice weak. I think you’re half of my soul.

15) Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices | Mature | 126057 words

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they’re forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

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[dewdr0pz-alt]

do not let the things that have hurt you

turn you into a person you are not

₊˚⊹☆ some basic info: you can call me haunty, haunted, robin, robbie, calypso, venus, or birdy <3 | minor | a taurus born in may | intp-t | writer kid | slytherin | art enjoyer | i like chocolate, cats, rain, books, & Times New Roman font! | godly parent is Hades

things i adore <3

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ artists/bands: 6arelyhuman | alex g | arctic monkeys | beabadoobee | bears in trees | bo burnham | carpetgarden | cavetown | conan gray | frankie cosmos | girl in red | good kid | grlwood | jack stauber's micropop | james marriott | lana del ray | laura les | lemon demon | lyn lapid | mccafferty | mitski | mickey darling | maneskin | mxmtoon | maneskin |pinkpanthress | psychedelic porn crumpets | ricky jamaraz | rio romeo | surf curse | the royston club | the smiths | the strokes | tv girl | tyler, the creator | tally hall | wallows | weezer

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ albums/eps: who really cares | french exit | if i could make it go quiet | favorite worst nightmare | am | bury me at makeout creek | puberty 2 | worm food | sleepy head | hot fuss | be the cowboy | are we there yet? | bitter tongues | coasting | hazbin hotel soundtrack | good kid 4 | beachboy | rush! (are u coming?) | the queen is dead | hatful of hollow | buds | summer's over | flower boy | pinkerton

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ songs: sailor song | heaven knows i'm miserable now | deceptacon | i just threw out the love of my dreams | 505 | my love mine all mine | mis | mary | things to do | bottom | alligator skin boots | tear you apart | sister | stayed gone | basket case | mayonaka no door | red light indicates doors are secured | goodbye, my danish sweetheart | taking what's not yours | nobody | drunk walk home | not allowed | lovers rock | american river | over & over | hey lover

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ books: if we were villains | the starless sea | heartstopper | hooky | pride & prejudice | the night circus | i fell in love with hope | radio silence | solitaire | loveless | i was born for this | nick & charlie

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ films: coraline | opal | shop: a pop opera | corpse bride | hunger games

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ shows: total drama island | over the garden wall | friends | family matters | fresh prince of bel-air

˚｡⋆ games: deltarune | undertale | animal crossing | little nightmares | pikmin | doodle jump | unravel | unravel two | five nights at freddy's

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ characters: charlie spring | victoria spring | michael holden | tao xu | aled last | darcy olsen | elle argent | tara jones | nick nelson | lorenzo berkshire | mattheo riddle | tom riddle | keroppi | papyrus | cinnamaroll | pompompurin | pochacco | opal

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ activities: making art | reading | writing | walking in the rain | contemplating the meaning of life | singing | listening to music | being with my friends

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ extras: masterlist | about me | dni | mutuals | other things | what i'll write | my family | people you should follow

credits to @daydream-of-a-wallflower for the blog layout idea!

credits to @starzyyy1 for the dividers!

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ anons: 🪱

[miela]

“𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.”── Edgar Allen Poe

 ✧ WRITINGS ✧ PLAYLISTS ✧ MOODBOARDS ✧ LIBRARY ✧ GALLERY ✧ GRAPHICS {SOON} ✧

dividers by cafekitsune

✧ 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 ✧

✧ reading: crimson rivers, bizzarestars / cadence of part-time poets, motzwolo

✧ audio reading: all the young dudes, mskingbean89

✧ listening to: {message from the clergy} - ghost

✧ watching: bridgerton (season i), the boys (season 4)

✧ writing: shattered memories 

✧ playing: hogwarts legacy (gryffindor run)

✧ researching: greek mythology, goth subculture

✧ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 ✧

my name is miela [mee-EL-Ah] but you can call me mae! ✧ aries, slytherin, infp-t, chaotic neutral, the helper ✧ i’m secretly a fox ✧ i am 28 years old {minors may follow, but dni in dms} ✧ {she/they} genderfae demigirl ✧ sapphic, panromantic, asexual ✧ biracial latina ✧ pagan-align spiritualist ✧ renaissance darling ✧ mythology enthusiast ✧ fantasy and sci-fi lover ✧ theatre kid ✧ bookworm ✧ gamer ✧ poetic artist ✧ musical storyteller ✧ creative writer ✧ graphic designer ✧ oc creator ✧ spider & snake tendencies ✧ tea and coffee connoisseur ✧ caffeine consumer ✧ alt fairy ✧ dark whimsigoth butterfly and elegant romantic goth luna moth ✧ nature lover, but will fight and flight when seeing a bug ✧ gave myself copper hair once and i never went back ✧ fangirl since 1996 ✧ spotify playlist queen ✧ pinterest moodboard goddess ✧ chronic tummy ache, headache and body pain survivor ✧ full bio here 

✧ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 ✧ 

marauders / hogwarts 1970s ✧ spiderman/spiderverse ✧ sailor moon ✧ atiny ✧ swiftie ✧ bvb army ✧ the dragon prince ✧ avatar: the last airbender ✧ shxtou guildie ✧ arcane/league of legends ✧ genshin impact ✧ demon slayer ✧ stranger things ✧ dungeons and dragons ✧ superheroes ✧ alt music ✧ kpop ✧ and many, many more!

✧ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ✧ 

I listen to all types of music. literally anything and everything from around the world. here are some of the artists and groups i listen to to get an idea ✧ lindsey stirling ✧ ateez ✧ dreamcatcher ✧ one ok rock ✧ rolling quartz ✧ conquer divide ✧ starset ✧ black veil brides ✧ poppy ✧ hatsune miku ✧ paramore ✧ loveless ✧ honey revenge ✧ good kid ✧ conan gray ✧ olivia rodrigo ✧ coldplay ✧ aurora ✧ aidoneus ✧ evanescence ✧ meet me @ the altar ✧ waterparks ✧ ghost ✧ switchblade symphony ✧ banshee ✧ kordhell ✧ panic priest ✧ babychaos ✧ taylor swift ✧ hozier ✧ skott ✧ the oh hellos ✧  kero kero bonito ✧ gorillaz ✧ maneskin ✧ fleetwood mac ✧  billy idol ✧ nova twins ✧ odetari ✧ scarlxrd ✧ scene queen ✧ fka rayne ✧ upsahl ✧ twenty one pilots ✧ bibi ✧ jackson wang ✧ astari nite ✧ modern alibi ✧ muse ✧ pvris and many, many more.

✧ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 ✧

 lily evans {crimson rivers} ✧ regulus black {crimson rivers} ✧ pandora lestrange-rosier {marauders} ✧ robin buckley {stranger things} ✧ eddie munson {stranger things} ✧ gorou {genshin impact} ✧ venti {genshin impact} ✧ denki {chainsaw man}  ✧ usagi {sailor moon} ✧ minako {sailor moon} ✧ claudia {the dragon prince} ✧ zenitsu {demon slayer} ✧ eloise bridgerton {bridgerton} ✧ lexi howard {euphoria} ✧ {more to come}

✧ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ✧

{more will be added as time goes on}

✧ asks {all those who wonder}: ask mae ✧ mutuals {fellow garden dwellers}: moots ✧ music {what birds whisper}: mae’s playlist ✧ writing {ink-stained dagger}: mae writes ✧ artworks {color-stained wands}: mae draws ✧ moodboards {petals of a flower}: mae’s pov ✧ original characters {born from the storm cauldron}: mae’s ocs ✧ thoughts {brain flutters}: mae speaks, mae thinks, mae yaps

[meelusinee]

A LITTLE LOAF MASTERLIST!

regulus finds himself stranded in a muggle town with kreacher after finding the slytherin locket. regulus also finds himself falling in love with you the moment he stepped into your quaint bakery.

this little series was inspired by a prompt that @ikkyfics gave to me! i didn't have any ideas on who to write or what, but she pulled thru with the like bestest idea and i just HAD to write it!!!

A LITTLE LOAF - PART ONE

in which regulus wanders upon your bakery after finding voldemort's locket

JUST A CALL AWAY - PART TWO

in which you teach regulus how to use a phone, and he asks you on a date

ITALIAN FOR DINNER - PART THREE

in which regulus takes you out on a date to a local italian place

SAILOR SONG - PART FOUR

two times regulus his love for you change him. one fluffy, one dangerous (tw: regulus cuts off the dark mark in section two)

YOU'RE A WIZARD - PART FIVE

in which regulus tells you that he's a wizard

ARE YOU SERIOUS, SIRIUS? - PART SIX

in which regulus and sirius reconcile

SERIOUSLY SIRIUS? - PART SEVEN

in which the order of phoenix react to sirius reconciling with regulus (no r.b x reader in this part)

[sitp-recs]

Sitp Essentials - Joyful Gems

Happy birthday to the incredibly lovely and talented @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm! I rarely do art reclists because I kinda feel under qualified for that lol, but Joy puts so much of his heart and soul into his creations and his kindness and overall genius brain inspire me so much I felt the urge to do a little something for his special day.

Dear Joy, this fandom has been more creative, enchanting, gentle and inclusive since you’ve arrived. Your art has been there for me (and for so many others) at good and hard times, always bringing a little ray of sunshine, comfort and hope. No matter the tone - healing or cheerful, spooky or bruising, bittersweet or devastating, I love how much tenderness, empathy and soft understanding transpire from your evocative pieces; I see bits of you in each one, and I hope that with this humble reclist you’ll be able to see bits of me as well. Thank you for everything you do! It’s truly an honour to share this space with you and I hope you have the wonderful and joyful celebration you deserve. Happy day!!

Now a joyful selection of Liv’s faves - which are yours? Feel free to reblog this adding your own faves, let’s shower Joy with love today!

to smile

👠 chicken shop date interview

🐦 kept in cages - multiple

👢 fashionista Draco

🌙 Sailor Moon Draco

👱‍♀️ Harry/Draco/Luna

🌟 stargazing milestone

🧸 HBD to crow, sally, rom & joy

to ache

🪞 HBD Harry

🧶 Harry& Sirius

🏝️ soft dad Draco at the beach

🪢 to be loved is to be changed

🥛 it’s hard being the golden boy

🚬 smoke after quidditch

🪦 what if it all went wrong (mcd)

to vibe contemplate

🤖 mecha Drarry

🔪 murder husbands

💍 slytherin kings

🐉 Courier Draco AU

🛹 Skater AU

🎡Rainy Tokyo AU

🚪 A Little Death Never Hurt Anyone

⏳Away Childish Things

🐈 Free to a Good Home

🪴 Relic Radiation

🦊 The Foxing Ring

[moonytoasted]

barty and xeno would've been best friends actually. the weird, mentally ill, smart outcast and the strange, detatched, intelligent loser are inseparable actually.

[perseephoneee]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @so-long-soldier-writes

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-͟͟͞☆I ship you with Stefan Salvatore! Stefan is very loyal and understanding, we saw his kindest side all the types he helped Caroline. I think that he’d be good in helping you feel comfortable and bringing you out of your shell, while also celebrating everything that makes you you!

-͟͟͞☆Headcanons:

Stefan is always game to go on an adventure with you. One time you brought him to an estate sale where the two of you spent the entire time competing against a millennial couple trying to buy out everything. Stefan said it was the most fun he'd had in years.

The first time Stefan fell in love was when he saw you greeting a dog outside Mystic Grill. It was so normal, and somehow so heartwarming that it made him realize how much he needed to get to know you better.

When you were having a bad time, Stefan woke you up super early and drove you guys all the way to the Grand Canyon. He didn't tell you where you were going the whole time, just let you sit in suspense. But when you got there, the sun had just set. It was the most peaceful you had ever been.

-͟͟͞☆Tropes:

gryffindor (him) x slytherin (you) the two assholes eating popcorn and watching the drama unfold

-͟͟͞☆ Playlist:

elderly woman behind a counter in a small town -- pearl jam

sailor song -- gigi perez

at last -- etta james

-͟͟͞☆I ship you with Stiles Stilinski! Stiles would find you absolutely endearing. He’d be head over heels the second you guys met, even if you were a stumbling mess. You guys would be that sickening sweet couple for sure.

-͟͟͞☆Headcanons:

Stiles did actually trip the first time he saw you. You were pulling a real Y/N and writing outside the school on your first day, and he was immediately taken aback by your energy. Scott let him fall because it was funny.

You were a little afraid to open up to the pack at first, you were used to be stabbed in the back, but Stiles encouraged the pack to have a welcoming party at Derek's loft. It was the first time you really felt like you could trust other people.

You also got a job as a vet aide like Scott, and it meant Stiles was coming around a LOT more often, much to Deaton's dismay.

-͟͟͞☆Tropes:

sunshine (him) x moonlight (you) "shall i compare thee to a summers day?" (stiles) x "no, a summers day isn't a bitch" (you)

-͟͟͞☆ Playlist:

age of consent -- new order

flagpole sitta -- harvey danger

linger -- the cranberries

-͟͟͞☆I ship you with Kitty Wilde! Unlike Santana who is honestly a bitch 99% of the time, Kitty is only a bitch most of the time (but in a fun way?) She's protective to those she loves, and has an amazing character arc throughout the show. With you? She'd protect with her life. Or a slushie. It's one or the other.

-͟͟͞☆Headcanons:

When you guys went public, most of the New Directions had no idea how to feel. Santana definitely uttered the words "you're a lesbo?" which made you uncomfortable and caused Kitty to dish out some serious fighting words. It made you love her more.

She confesses to you one night that most of all, she just wants to be a dancer. You try to push her to get involved in dancing more, but it isn't until you write a story about her as a dancer that she has the guts to pursue it further.

Also, she's definitely the type to wrap an arm around your shoulders in the hallways and glare at anyone who looks at you.

-͟͟͞☆Tropes:

sweetest person on earth (you) x knight in shining armor (kitty) "and they were roommates."

-͟͟͞☆ Playlist:

i wanna dance with somebody -- whitney houston

unwritten -- natasha bedingfield

behind these hazel eyes -- kelly clarkson

[coffeeandmagicaltales]

Dancing with Aesop Sharp

MC Rilla Selkie and her lover. I guess dancing is much easier for him in water, so in both of my series If dancing would happen, it will by the lake or sea. 🐚

The prologue to my fics Whispers of the Sea

Rilla is a Selkie, a Daughter of Odin and Cliodna, as she points out many times, but, as in many cases of her kin living around 1850s, she's an offspring of a magical creature and a sailor, who happened to be a unknown British Wizard. Despite her mother's disaproval, 11-year old Rilla accepted a letter to Hogwarts. Time at school was hard for her: kids bullied this poor Ravenclav for her vitiligo skin, silver hair and the strong "fishy" smell. She quitted Hogwarts on her 6th year, the year a young boy, Aesop Sharp, got sorted to Slytherin. Later, when she was of age, she married a man, who turned out to be a wolf in sheeps skin. But later, by a pure coincidence, her and young Auror, Aesop Sharp's paths finally crossed.

What is Aesop and Rilla dancing to? Answer below:

All I have...

All I have is hope, that life will fix me.

Today, I walk away alone

Today, I walk away alone, I won't turn back, never return... Today I will abandon all I have