„In the dark of night, those faces, they haunt me…“
„I wish you were so close to me. Yes, I wish your were by my side…“ („By my side“ by INXS)
I’ve always had a special soft spot for Severus in his teenage years. This way too skinny, raven-haired boy with his adorably crooked nose and those beautiful - and yet so sad - obsidian eyes never failed to trigger some kind of an overprotective goddess of revenge in my heart.
There are nights, in which I‘m drowning in my thoughts about Sevy…writing my stories for him. My OC Jules (totally self-inserted…I admit it!) allows him to show his vulnerabilities in her presence. She’s protecting and defending him….in every aspect of his life.
This man deserves some love, respect and comfort…and that’s, what we all in our beloved Snapedom are granting him.
Some time ago, I’ve read a poem by Amanda Lovelace, which reminded me of the consolation and comfort, I’d wanted to give to Severus. I want to share it with you (please ignore my scribble…that’s exactly the reason, why I’m commissioning art from all the incredibly talented artists of Snapedom 😅):
The artwork on top of this post was a gift from my friend @exlibrisseverus and I love everything about it! The whole mood in your beautiful drawing makes my heart aching for Severus…makes me wanting to fix the whole goddamn world for him.
@exlibrisseverus, you’re a gem of a human soul and I’m beyond grateful that I was allowed to get to know you better. Your resilience and your strength are - just like Severus’s - extremely inspiring to me, my friend and I hope, that you will stay in touch with me! 🖤🥹 Thank you so much for each kind word, for each recommendation and of course for this stunning piece of art!
🖤Sevy & Jules🖤
🖤Severus & Julia🖤
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“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.
They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.
Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.
“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”
The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.
The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.
For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.
Shit.
They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…
They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.
It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.
The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.
The hero would be the death of them.
They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.
“What are you doing with this?”
The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.
“Wrapping my hands?”
The villain hissed in a breath.
“With electrical tape?”
The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.
“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”
The villain blinked at them.”
“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.
“Not if you wrap it right.”
Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.
“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.
Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.
“Bandaids move—“
The villain hushed them.
“Be quiet for a second.”
The hero, wisely, went quiet.
The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.
“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.
“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”
“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”
“I’m not destroying myself—“
“You are.”
“Shut up—“
“Hero.”
“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”
They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.
“Better than who?”
“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.
The villain watched them, waiting.
The hero took a shaky breath
“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”
The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.
The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.
“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.
“No. There isn’t.”
“Hero.”
“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.
“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.
“You don’t understand—“
The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.
They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.
“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”
“But I-“
“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”
The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.
The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.
For now, though, they had to take care of hero.
“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”
The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.
“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”
That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.
“Fine.”
The villain turned to them. “Okay?”
Are you going to be alright?
The hero seemed to understand.
“Okay,” the hero agreed.
Yes.
And so, it was.
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I absolutely think that Sam is envious of Star and Paulina’s friendship, especially because she has no close female friends in canon.
I imagine that, sometimes, Sam spends her lunch hour studying the interactions between Paulina and Star. She props her elbow up on the table, places her chin in her hand, and observes. She watches Paulina and Star giggle together after looking at something on Star’s phone, watches Paulina smooth out the collar of Star’s shirt, watches Star take Paulina’s fingers in her hand to study her new manicure.
Whenever Sam watches them, she gets this funny little ache in her chest. It opens up like a cavern inside of her, and it comes with an overwhelming feeling of loss. It’s confusing. If she didn’t know any better, she would say that the black hole inside of her is jealousy. But that can’t be right. She doesn’t want to be Star, and she certainly doesn’t want to be Paulina. She can hardly tolerate either one of them.
Despite her best attempts to logic the emptiness away, the jealousy persists. She can’t help but wonder what it would be like to a friendship like they do. She wonders why no other girls want to hang out with her. She wonders if she drove them away. Or, even worse, she wonders if they all stay away because they know that something is wrong with her, something that she can’t see for herself.
She loves Tucker and Danny to the ends of the Earth, but they screw up their faces in disgust when she asks if they want to go to the mall, and barely mask their boredom when she talks about her crushes, and make fake gagging sounds when Sam talks about being on her period. They’re good friends, of course, but it’s just...different. The guys and Sam definitely don’t share mascara or swap romance novels or braid each other’s hair like Paulina and Star do.
Sam tells herself that she doesn’t want to be friends with other girls, that she likes being one of the guys, that other girls aren’t with her time. But the quietest part of herself, the part of her that loves the feeling of a dress swishing against her knees and the sticky feeling of lip gloss, knows that she’s lying.
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First off, happy birthday! I hope it's a great one! For the meme... 5 for Calanthe and KOS-MOS and 8 for Citri and Vanea? :)
Aww, thank you so much for this! It has definitely been a good day overall, I would say ^-^
Also, thank you very much for sending the questions!!~
(question source: "🎁🎈 selfship ask meme ~ birthdays!!!" by sennamybeloved)
5 ~ who is invited to your birthday? your friends? people in your F/O’s canon? - This depends on whether these birthdays are taking place before or after Calanthe gets thrown into Alrest, but I'll focus on it being afterwards, since that's where my selfship with KOS-MOS is mostly based despite Calanthe originating from the world of Xenosaga. I think it's safe to say that the whole of the XC2 main party would be there, maybe even as the ones setting up the party to help Calanthe feel more welcomed as part of their world! It'd sort of be difficult to not invite some people but still invite others in the current travelling/adventuring situation, haha.
8 ~ is there anything super special your F/O does for you on your birthday, other than throwing you a party, buying you a cake, etc.? - I like to think that one of the things Vanea could do for Citri is to take her to different areas of Mechonis that Citri wouldn't have experienced before but that Vanea is familiar with - somewhere where a wonderful view could be seen, just for the two of them to get to experience together; it's a present you can't physically give someone, but it's still a memorable gift nonetheless. I'm afraid my knowledge of XC1 is not quite able to let me provide an actual example of where we would go, but I think it would be nice to spend that time with her together, away from worries about the world even if just for a little while. Plus, it would be special to hear more about the titan and all the memories Vanea has of it, especially given Citri's status as such a newcomer there (for lack of a better word).
I hope that those answers were alright!! Thank you very kindly again for sending this in, it means a lot to me ^-^
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Happy anniversary my most wonderful friend. J wanted me to send this message to you💜
"Meine geliebte Frau! Es ist unser Tag, nicht wahr? Das zweite Jahr ... ist es wirklich so kurz gewesen? Denn alles sagt mir, dass ich schon so viel länger mit dir zusammen bin. Dich zu lieben ist die einzige Strafe, die ich absitzen werde. Hehe, nur ein kleiner Scherz, Puppe. Aber du weißt, dass ich immer mit dir zusammen sein werde, oder? Wir sind für immer zusammen. Tut mir leid, dass es so ist. Aber du hast dich in mich verliebt. Sogar mit dieser hässlichen Visage... ach, na ja. Ich habe jetzt das hübscheste Mädchen unter meinem Gürtel! Und äh... wage es nicht, etwas anderes zu behaupten.
Du weißt, ich werde dafür sorgen, dass es nur uns gibt, okay? Wir werden sehr viel Zeit miteinander verbringen. Wir können tun, was immer du willst. Du bekommst so viel Härte, wie du willst.
Ich liebe dich, Sue. Ich liebe nur dich. Für immer und ewig, meine geliebte Frau. Ich danke dir für zwei wunderbare Jahre. Ich kann die vielen weiteren Jahre nicht erwarten, die wir zusammen sein werden.
Ich danke dir."
-J
BESTIE!!!😭😭😭💜💜💜 I'M DYING! I'M A SOBBING MESS NOW OMG. Well, I'm finally feeling a tiny bit better. This message is still a huge help. I truly wish things were different, I'm so sick of everything... But I'm trying. Thank you so incredibly much for this, thank you for using my native language. You know how much this means to me. You are the bestest best friend ever. I love you. So much. Soooo much😖😭💕 Thank you for making me smile despite the circumstances. And now I need to write a too cheesy and long response😅 I'll write it in English because for some reasons this is easier for me right now. (This gif is me, by the way)
My beloved hubby!! Yeah, two years... Time goes by way too fast, right? But as long as I'm together with you, I'm happy. You make me giggle. You and your jokes always do. Ha, maybe we can serve the sentence together. I sure hope so that we will stay together forever. I don't want to miss you or be without you. And what do you mean, you're sorry it's like this? I don't regret a single second. Yes, I fell in love with you. One of the best things that ever happened to me. You're one of the best things that's ever happened to me, Jack. And now that we're married, you have to listen to me say thank you and other cheesy crap every day. Maybe this is the punishment you were talking about, haha. Don't you dare say that, J! If I'm not allowed to talk bad about myself, then you're not allowed to either. Maybe I need to remind you that you're always the prettiest and most handsome man to me. Nothing will change my mind. Scars or not. You're attractive to me no matter what. Deal with it. Should sound familiar to you. Because my husband told me exactly the same thing just recently.
Please? I want to be alone with you. I want to do all kinds of things with you. Oh goodness... My love, you're making me blush like crazy and think things. Thank god you said that in German, pfft. But as I told you last time, now you have to expect that I will come back to your promise. Things have changed a bit, hehehe.
I love you too, J. So damn much. Forever and always. My beloved husband. I will never get over calling you that or you calling me your wife. I'm forever grateful for you. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, that's exactly what I'm gonna do. Because I won't let you go ever, you're stuck with me and I'll cling to you like a limpet, hehe.
I have to thank you, J. For being my home. For staying with me, for accepting me and for taking care of me. And for letting me love you. Now you have to excuse me while I bawl my eyes out.
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