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I'm the kind of person who needs to outline a scene before writing it.
I forgot to outline a scene so today I tried pantsing it.
Bad idea LOL I had to delete half the scene and wasted a lot of time
However the scene has now been finished
I've also realized I'd outlined two or three extra chapters that likely won't be necessary. So word count can go down!
#writing blog#writers on tumblr#writer things#writing community#writing mood#writing meme#writing tsp#the secret portal#tsp#tsp update#teaspoon#wip updates#wip update#writing updates#writing update#am writing#creative writing#writing on tumblr#writers of tumblr#writing#writers#writer#write#wip#my wip
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An unfortunate intruder. [Blank Scripts AU]
The Parable is a living organism. Similar to a tree in a way.
Unless an individual is registered as a Guest [or an Actor in Stanley's case], the Parable will begin to digest anything organic that enters inside of it.
Food will clip through the Parable until they fully 'despawn'.
Permission to enter can only be granted by The Narrator [Black].
The woman found here snuck inside and got digested by the Parable.
#tsp blank scripts au#huzzah a lore drop#I cannot for the life of me just share lore normally noooo i need to make a comic or animation about it#because come on whos gonna stop and read an essay nowadays#I love the few people that do take the time to read what I write down though#ignore the fact that the drawing quality decreased with each panel teehee i was in severe pain#tsp au#stanley tsp#tsp stanley#narrator tsp#tsp narrator#tspud#tsp#the stanley parable ultra deluxe#the stanley parable
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to me this is the holy trinity of a very particular flavor of unsettling
#if i have more brain cells tomorrow maybe i’ll write a long post about it#thoughts#tsp#hlvrai#emesis blue
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One of my favorite moments from the beginning of @rexila-rites 's This Belongs In A Museum! (Volume 2)
Also a few more drawings!
Narrator entering Stanley’s apartment first time (Volume 1)
And Curator!! <3
#i'm not good at conveying feelings through words properly so i'm just throwing fanart at awesome people who write awesome fics#my art#fanart#the stanley parable#rexila-rites#superthieves#tsp stanley#tsp narrator#tsp curator#clock 0ut
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felt kinda shitty earlier this morning, so i drew some comfort narrator for myself but i figured yall might want it too, so heres some comfort narry
#artswin#sometimes mental health is imagining a fictional character comforting you. n sometimes thats enough sdkjfhjsdf#i feel better now tho. this certainly did help me get my thoughts off#n i hope it helps yall too idk! :3#tsp narrator#tsp#tspud#the stanley parable#the stanley parable ultra deluxe#stanley parable#tspud narrator#the narrator#i hope i wrote him well enough. i havent rp'd as him in ages so his voice in writing is rusty for me rn askjdh
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( @voidofstarryink )
Ok so basically:
#voidofstarryink#I’ve been thinking ab this comment ever sense I saw it#eats it and brains ab it#Stanley seeing a humanoid narrator for the first time must’ve been a trip#probably broke his mind just a tad bit but uhh#it’s all good now! probably!#also tysm#you and everyone else in the notes y’all are so kind#tsp#the stanley parable#idk how to write the narrator#so this is probably very ooc#.png#.exe#technically?
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This is the story of a man named– wait… you’re not Stanley! And this isn’t–
Hmmm. Well, this is awkward. Wouldn’t you know about a man named Stanley? Works in an office, likes to push buttons– No?
Oh, well, while this isn’t my usual script, it does seem that there is a story to be found here. Isn’t that nice? Oh, and would you look at that– It seems like you’re the hero of it! How fun!
OK, let’s see–
You’re on a path in the woods. And at the ending of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a princess.
You’re here to slay her. If you don’t, it’ll be the end of the world.
Oooohh, concise, but immediately intriguing. With a nice twist of expected roles. I like it!
#slay the princess#the stanley parable#tsp Narrator#stp protagonist#Displaced Narrator AU#< how imma be tagging anything related to this AU#choose your own adventure#crossover au#stp fanfic#Sal Writes
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The narrator catching the player getting off in the broom closet so he guides them through but forces them to edge themselves for going off track of the game
cw. nsfw, afab!reader, masturbation, fingering voice kink edging *not proofread, just pure horny
[This is entirely a certain someone's fault]
“Oh, how pitiful. You just couldn't help yourself could you?”
Even while locked away in the broom closet, he found you so easily
Pressing your back into the rusting and dusty shelves to steady yourself as you continue to pump your fingers into your dripping cunt
Your panties are already a sticky mess, much like your hands and thighs are now as well
Pressing your palm flat to rub over your throbbing clit while you stuff your messy cunt with your fingers
“Easy now, focus on me. Slow down.”
His tone was stern yet gentle making you comply with his requests almost immediately
Slowing your movements as you focused on him and him alone
“Faster.”
Blindly following his commands, you speed up again
“Take them out.”
You listened like an overly eager and obedient puppy
Craving any sort of praise from the voice ringing in your head
“Good. Focus on your clit, slowly now.”
You brought your sticky fingers up to your clit, working the pulsing bud in slow circles
Your body buzzed with the pleasure, yet it wasn't enough
He could tell, the way your thighs twitched and closed around your hand gave you away too easily
“Use your fingers.”
Your legs nearly gave out as you pushed two fingers in, searching desperately for that one spot that would end this routine of torture
Constant. In, out, slower, faster
#bubbly speaks <3#ash answers#bubbly writes <3#narrator tsp#tsp narrator#the stanley parable narrator#narrator x reader#narrator smut#the stanley parable#the stanley parable narrator smut#narrator x reader smut#tsp narrator smut#tsp narrator x reader
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au where the stanely parable narrator and the slay the princess narrator have swapped places, and are very confused but still trying very hard to adapt to their new situation
#slay the princess#the stanley parable#“Stanley walked out of his office and into the cabin in the- wait hold on. This isn't right. [papers rustling] you aren’t Stanley!#You aren’t Stanley at all! This isn't my story I didn't write a love story! What is the meaning of this!“#I cannot write the stp narrator but I can do tsp#god those acronyms are so close-#wallace says shit
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[Ahh I just saw a new TSP account and wanted to interact.]
May the Narrator tell us more about his character design? Or if they have any special powers or anything?
What about how closely related they are to canon? How much headcannons do they have? Are they still working via canon facts or a separate AU?
[Excuse the long questions, I'm interested and came up with these on the spot]
Sending my regards to the older gentleman and the rest.
anywhoosies, thank you so much for the question, Kat!
#you’re actually someone i look up to quite a lot :)#so having you be interested in my AU and ideas means a LOT to me#so thank you very much#the narrator tsp#the stanley parable#the stanley parable unwanted guest#ug!au#unwanted guest au tsp#the narrator#the stanley parable narrator#tsp#tsp narrator#lore#au lore#lore dump#LMAO IMAGINE SPENDING AN HOUR ON DRAWING AND WRITING EVERYTHING#COULDNT BE ME#TEEHEE#*sips tea*#but also gonna repeat this again#THANK YOU FOR BEING INTERESTEDDDD#IT REALLY MAKES ME FEEL CONFIDENT#hope you like the lil gif :3#the stanley parable ultra deluxe
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Valentine's Day Poll Winner: The Narrator!
"Dear Valentine,
I thank you dearly for your well wishes and support. Honestly, I was a little surprised to be summoned back, but it is a welcome change. I think Stanley will be green with envy of the mountain of gifts I've received. Well, I suppose that's the perks of being the more popular one~
Happy Valentine's Day, you have my gratitude and appreciation.
Sincerely,
The Narrator"
#the stanley parable#tsp#the stanley parable ultra deluxe#tsp narrator#the narrator tsp#tsp stanley#valentines day#writing crappy fanfiction for immersion
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So funny how I wrote 1.7k words on TSP today and was like woahhh this chapter is so long but then I crank out a 4.7k review of a movie like it's nothing
I'm not complaining because it really does help with stamina and building deeper understanding of the writing process. I'm serious when I say it's truly funny. It's just the perspective.
#its because me talking about a movie i took constant notes during takes less metacognitive skills than writing a creative project#cause i have to think up the events instead of blurting out my opinions#seriously do media analysis writers youll keep up your writing habits and it helps with the ideas#writing blog#writers on tumblr#writer things#writing community#writing mood#writing meme#writing analysis#writing stuff#creative writing#writing on tumblr#writers of tumblr#writing advice#media analysis#writing tsp#the secret portal#tsp#teaspoon#am writing#writing#writers#writer#write#the movie was a goofy movie btw#if anyone cares
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i love dissecting the stanley parable narrator
at first, you think he’s a sadistic bitch
then you realize he really just wants to show stanley and the player his story
then, you realize maybe he didn’t make this entire game.
and. oh god. he doesn’t know anything about this game. he’s almost completely clueless, he’s literally just reading off a script. he can’t remember anything that’s not currently happening.
he’s a narrator and nothing else, he’s not meant to remember or comprehend. he’s just meant to read a script.
at first he’s dominating and powerful, but it’s all a mask. he’s at the mercy of Stanley. of the player. of us.
and, isn’t that what every fictional character is? a play toy for us?
but he knows. he’s well aware of his existence as a fiction. he hates it. oh how he despises it.
#i really like exploring the little we get of stanley#and i often forget the narrator#he’s fascinating#i should write a fanfic as close to canon as possible#i’m not good at actual fanfics#drabbles are my specialty#but i’m gonna work on it#tsp#stanley parable#moth rambles
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A redraw from something I made in June :)
I make a lot of Narrator art of my own guys but this is what I feel like he would look like. Original drawing from June in the upper left corner
#tsp#tsp narrator#the stanley parable#stanley parable ultra deluxe#art#narrator tsp#tsp fanart#fanart#tspud#LilyDoesDrawArt#I feel like maybe his tie used to be something simple#maybe a standard muted red or a black one#and then in UD he got a little silly#i also stole his signature#i didnt even write that myself im far too lazy#i just isolated the pixels from the actual one
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The Serpent's Paramour - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader
Summary: For the past five years, you've been traversing the Highlands in pursuit of ancient magic sites to master the all-consuming power from the repository. In the midst of your travels, you find yourself forced into an uneasy alliance with none other than Sebastian Sallow. He wants your help, but you want absolutely nothing to do with him.
At first, that is.
While the two of you learn to coexist in the same space again, you’re left wondering if you truly will be able to aid one another, or if your past mistakes will finally come to head after all these years and ultimately lead to your long awaited downfall.
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: 18+. aged up characters, canon-typical violence, kidnapping
Chapter 1 can also be found here on Ao3
You were getting really tired of running for your life.
During your fifth-year turning tail and booking it was often heavily warranted, especially because it was usually being done as a result of you waking up hordes of Inferi, or stealing important artifacts from dark wizards that would then be out for blood. You liked to think you had grown out of that habit, but tonight was proving to be something of a trip down memory lane.
You were being chased. Again.
Tucking your knees to your chest, you ducked down and rolled through mud at the same time a Bombarda curse blew up a chunk of the tree ahead of you. It was a close call, but you could hardly stop to survey the extent of the damage when you could still hear the thugs behind you giving chase.
“You daft idiots, grab her!”
Another spell struck the ground where you’d landed moments before, but you were already on the move– dipping and weaving in a bid to dodge the attacks that were fired blindly at your back. It made no sense; you had never been intercepted at an ancient magic site before, and as far as you were concerned, there was no reason for anyone to take interest in a dilapidated ruin. Aside from using the crumbling fortress as a makeshift base, no Ashwinders or poachers had ever been lying in wait in what was otherwise deemed an unremarkable location.
They had been this time, though. To make matters worse, they were looking for you specifically.
Your name had been like a battle cry from their lips as you’d exited the rundown site, and you hadn’t bothered to stick around to find out whatever the hell it was they wanted with you. If you weren’t so tired and weary, you would have apparated yourself to safety in a heartbeat, but splinching yourself as a result of your carelessness wasn’t exactly at the top of your to-do list. So, you had bolted straight for the edge of the forest, doing your best to avoid colliding with the low hanging branches that scratched at your cheeks and ripped at your cloak.
There was more yelling from behind you, only this time it sounded distinctly farther away. Chancing a look over your shoulder, you discovered that there was now ample distance between you and the goons chasing you, and you pivoted on your heels to head north for the river that separated the Clagmar Coast from Cragcroftshire. If you could reach the water, you would have a better chance of getting away and concealing your tracks in the process.
At least, you hoped you would.
Lungs aching, you pushed yourself harder, your arms pumping at your sides as you lept over a fallen log in your path, and though you stumbled a bit upon landing, you remained upright and pressed on. Another spell whizzed past your head– the heat from the Confringo curse nearly singing your matted hair– but you ignored it and focused wholly on running. It felt like an eternity had passed when you finally reached the colossal ravine, immediately trying to formulate a plan that would result in you on the other side with your pursuers left behind. There was no bridge to repair, no loose boulders to form into a levitating staircase, nothing. Panic began to fester in your mind for a heartbeat before you steeled your nerves and banished the feeling entirely. Hysteria wouldn’t help you right now– it never had.
“There– up ahead! Move your asses, dammit,” came the same voice from before. You turned to watch as a handful of masked assailants slid down the muddy embankment roughly fifty feet from you, and that sight alone spurred you into action.
Your wand was ripped from the holster on your thigh, and you channeled every bit of magic in your body into it as you aimed for the largest tree across the daunting trench in front of you. The Accio charm wrapped around the top of the monstrous trunk, and with every ounce of strength you possessed, you pulled. It seemed impossible at first, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and the foreign power from the repository surged to life to give you the assistance you gravely needed. There was a deafening crack as the wood began to splinter and give way under your ministrations, muting the onslaught of footsteps that grew nearer and nearer. With one final pull your efforts were rewarded, and the massive evergreen tipped towards you slowly before gravity caught up to it, sending it plummeting towards where you stood.
If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? It was a philosophical question– one that you had never thought about much before– but you had always assumed that with no one around, there would never be any way to know. Presently there were multiple people around, and as it turned out, a falling tree did make a sound.
As you dove out of the way, the pine covered top of the tree arched past where you had been standing, stretching over the shrinking space between you and the encroaching strangers behind you. Most of them saw the gargantuan tree heading straight for them and jumped out of the way, their shrill screams echoing throughout the forest and bringing a small smile to your face. A few others weren’t so lucky, and you watched as the peaked top of the tree swallowed them whole and buried them beneath a heavy thicket of pine needles.
Seizing your opportunity, you ran for the makeshift bridge and hauled yourself on top of the rough trunk, shoving and kicking at the spindly branches that stood in your way as you practically clawed your way through to the other side of the ravine. You didn’t dare look back, keeping your eyes trained ahead as you focused on maintaining your footing and not getting thrown off balance by your satchel.
It looked like a hurricane had torn through the earth when you finally emerged at the base of the tree. You hopped down and landed in the deep, root-riddled crater that had previously held the evergreen upright before running to the side to gauge where your attackers were. Most were still gathering their bearings while others attempted to drag their comrades out from under the suffocating weight of the branches. You hardly spared their survival a second thought as you pointed your wand at the center of the tree and cast, “Confringo!”
The flames grew rapidly and without mercy, frantic calls of “hurry” and “get them out of there” reaching your ears as you spun towards the forest and disappeared into the treeline. There was no knowing how much time you had bought yourself, but you weren’t about to squander any of it for a second.
You ran, and you did not look back.
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One would assume that after two years of living in abandoned hovels and scrounging up scraps to eat with your bare hands, you’d be used to being cold, wet, and miserable. Hell, you had learned more about yourself since leaving Hogwarts than you’d ever thought possible, including just how resilient and resourceful you could be. Rain storms, stale bread, and a lack of clean water had never deterred you for long, and through all the trials and tribulations you found yourself facing, you always managed to pull through.
Tonight, however, you allowed yourself to be sullen.
The torrential downpour you’d been caught up in somehow managed to slip through the canopy of trees overhead, and as a result, you were encased in a cold, wet, dreary darkness. It had been two hours of trudging through mud and frigid temperatures, and by now you were caked in a thick layer of grime that you desperately wanted to rid yourself of. Charming away the mess was pointless– it wouldn’t be long before you were covered in muck once again– and you’d learned long ago that using magic while in the middle of a void forest was a bad idea, especially when you were trying to remain undetected.
After the events from earlier in the day, you had decided to head straight for the next site marked on your map to make camp and settle down for the night. However, you were still a day away from reaching the location, no thanks to the dark wizards that had chased you in the opposite direction. Your stubbornness and desire to reach your destination is why you currently found yourself on the outskirts of civilization, trying and failing to fend off the elements to get the journey over with, but the bone-deep chill that wracked your body was beginning to weaken your resolve.
You were exhausted.
Thunder rumbled overhead, long and loud amidst the sound of raindrops pelting against the dirt, and with a disappointed sigh, you made up your mind. If memory served you correctly, the town of Bainburgh was roughly a two mile walk west of the forest. Your paranoia told you it was too risky to set foot in a legitimate establishment, but your numb limbs and wet boots squashed your fears before they could come to head. Staying outside for the entire night would likely leave you dead, and there were few other options to choose from.
So, you marched. It took roughly forty minutes to traverse the jagged, rocky landscape in the dark, slowed down by the stray roots that stuck out of the ground and worked to trip you in your haste. By the time you made it into town, you were soaked to the bone and shivering violently enough that you were certain passersby could hear. The tavern was helpfully the largest building at the end of the road, and you headed straight for it without sparing any of the town’s denizens a second glance.
The warmth that greeted you as soon as you entered was beyond welcoming, and you tugged the door shut behind you before beelining straight for the firepit in the middle of the room. Your hands were so numb that you practically had to submerge them in the flames to feel any semblance of reprieve, and a few onlookers cast wary glances your way. Between the mud that coated your lower half and the water that dripped from every fiber of your clothing, you realized you had to look like a walking disaster, and that sobering thought had you tucking your hands under your armpits as you hurried to the bar at the back of the room.
The older gentleman wiping down the counter turned to face you, his aged face showing obvious alarm and concern when he caught sight of you. “Merlin’s beard girl, you look like you’ve been dragged straight through hell.”
You flashed him a bashful smile, though you were certain it looked like more of a grimace. “You could say that. You wouldn’t happen to have any rooms available for the night, would you?”
With practiced efficiency, he tossed the rag he’d been holding over his shoulder and shuffled over to the cabinet at the edge of the bar, opening the squeaky glass panel that housed the keys for the rentable rooms. “Ordinarily the answer would be no, but that damned storm blowing through has business movin’ slow. I’ve got two rooms left, one with a bath and the other without.”
Your heart soared as you hastily replied, “The one with the bath, please.” Without missing a beat, you snatched your weighty coin purse from your belt and dropped it on the wooden surface. The barkeeper raised his white, bushy brows in silent surprise as he tentatively picked up the drawstring sac, plucking ten gold pieces from within before handing it back to you. The bronze key he deposited in front of you had a wooden tag dangling from the end that read ‘13’, and for the first time in nearly two weeks you found yourself genuinely smiling as your fist closed around the cool metal.
“Up the stairs and on your left,” he instructed you. “Kitchen is open for another hour if you’re tryin’ to grab a bite before bed, but I’d wager you’re more interested in the runnin’ water.” The way his eyes fell to your soiled clothing didn’t escape you. You almost felt bad for tracking all the mud and water through the lobby.
Twenty minutes later, you had a warm loaf of bread and a small wedge of cheese tucked away in your bag as you ascended the rickety staircase. The decor within the aged tavern was modest, save for the silver plaques that adorned each door with their respective room numbers. Finding your own was a non-issue, and as soon as you were inside the sanctity of the rented space, you let loose a breath that you’d seemingly been holding since setting foot into town. Now wasn’t the time to let your guard down, but you weren’t about to turn your nose up at clean linens and running water.
Moving quietly, you stripped down to your undergarments and tossed your ruined clothing in the corner of the bathroom, then cranked the tub’s faucet to the highest setting and left it to fill. The bread from the kitchen had cooled some, but it hardly made a difference to you as you ripped off a piece and ate it with the cheese you’d purchased. Fresh food was a rarity for you these days, and you savored every bite as you paced the length of the room. With your hunger sated and your looming bath just around the corner, you allowed yourself to think back to the last few weeks, and you pondered just why dark wizards were looking for you.
Understandably, the whole situation reminded you of your fifth-year. Suddenly you were fifteen again, being hounded and hunted by Ranrok and Rookwood alike for simply existing. At that time they had wanted something from you; your abilities, your information, and most prudent of all, your silence. You’d known too much back then, but those times had passed, and both Ranrok and Rookwood were now dead– at your hands, no less.
So why would anyone be looking for you? Who were they to you? What did they want?
It wouldn’t surprise you in the slightest to discover that you had more enemies lurking in the shadows. The stunts you’d pulled and the things you’d gotten away with back then were bound to catch up with you, but you hated not knowing. The whole reason you’d left Hogwarts after graduation without so much as a word to anyone was precisely because you didn’t want your whereabouts known. The line between friend and foe had started to blur towards the end, though you acknowledged that it was mostly your fault.
You hadn’t turned Sebastian in, but you also hadn’t moved to stop Ominis from doing so.
With him imprisoned in Azkaban and Ominis reeling from the decision, it was no wonder the two of you had drifted apart in the years that followed. Anne’s curse worsening had only exacerbated Ominis’ feelings, and you’d graciously stayed out of his way anytime you saw him around school. Natty had never fully recovered from Harlow’s use of the Cruciatus curse on her, and your guilt had in turn driven you further away from her. Poppy was the only person you’d stayed in touch with for the remainder of your academic life, but she was too good a person to drag down with your��� issues. You’d ultimately been the one to cut contact with her following your seventh-year, and while you’d felt bad about it at first, you knew it was for the best.
After tonight, that decision had proven to be the right one. If you really were being tracked, were any of your former friends targets for information? Did this impromptu, wild goose chase have anything to do with your volatile abilities from the repository? Had you unwittingly put them in harm's way simply because they knew you?
The bread in your mouth had gone soft, and you shook the pointless thoughts from your mind as you finished off your mediocre dinner and made for the bathroom. The warmth from the water was divine and single-handedly chased away any lingering doubts about holing up in a public place for the night. For just this once, you would gladly trade sleeping in the cold, wet dirt for the pending restlessness and paranoia that was bound to greet you, and greet you it did.
After climbing under the itchy but clean blankets, you stared wide eyed up at the ceiling for what felt like hours. Every squeak of a floorboard, every booming laugh that echoed up the stairs, every shadow that darted past your window, all had your heart racing. Even after checking twice that the two points of entry were indeed firmly locked, your nerves wouldn’t steady. Your skin crawled with unease at the prospect of being blindsided in an unfamiliar place, and at one point you even began pacing the length of the tiny room just to tire yourself out.
Eventually, you came to a grinding halt at the foot of the bed, your hands curling into fists as you sucked down a slow, deep breath. “You’re fine,” you murmured to yourself. “You’re fine. It’s okay, you’re safe, you’re fine.”
Maybe if you repeated it enough times you would start to believe it.
The second time you crawled beneath the prickly sheets your brain was still running in overdrive, but you were far less fidgety than before. You had no clue how you managed it, but eventually your eyes drifted shut– and even if it ended up being a fitful bout of sleep, you would be grateful for the few hours of shut eye you managed to acquire.
Gratitude went right out the window, however, when you were startled awake by a whispered, “Petrificus totalus.”
Your body locked up– stiff and unable to move an inch below the scratchy covers– and before you even had the chance to glance in the direction of the disembodied voice, they whispered a different sort of charm.
One that made your world go dark.
#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x you#sebastian sallow x reader#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanfic#hogwarts legacy fanfiction#sebastian sallow x female!reader#my writing#I have every intention of posting chapter 2 soon cause I'm not used to putting out short stuff and this shit is PUNY#sebastian isn't even in this chapter maybe that's why I don't vibe with it LMAO#wip: the serpent’s paramour#WIP TSP
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if you don't obsess over this man you're wrong
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