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idling after work🚬

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Chapter 57: in the embers

“Again.”

Ariel blew a gust of air through her teeth, staring into Snape’s eyes, seeing her own reflected in them. She gave a curt nod, letting him know that she was ready, and he pushed through with surgical precision, the cold seeping all the way down to her toes. 

“Prepare yourself,” he said, his voice reverberating around her mental walls. “I will not stop, this time.”

She wanted to say that she wasn’t ready — that she was never ready whenever he attempted to penetrate her Shields, but she bit back her protest. He always stopped, though. Tonight though — he seemed more impatient with her progress than usual. He hadn’t tried to access her memories once — 

“Okay,” she said without moving her lips. 

Ariel felt Snape hesitate, just for a second, so quick it could barely be considered that, and then — 

“Legilimens!” 

She dug in her (metaphorical) heels. Ariel had grown quite adept at throwing up her Shields on her own command, but actually keeping Snape out was another story entirely. 

Ariel let herself detach, let her ocean replace the coldness from Snape’s intrusion, let the water swell over her toes and feet and legs until it was filling her up up up — a wave so high that anything would shatter on impact, would be lost to the waves and foam —

— and then Snape sliced right through it like a carving knife to a fitted sheet. Ariel heard herself gasp, but he was tearing through the swell and into something else — a memory — 

— a wall that was splintering —

Ariel could feel Snape moving through her mind like a needle. She fought frantically to drown him out, take that wave and smother his intrusion, but he was merciless, just like he said he would. She was no match for him. 

come hold my deepest secrets here among the foam —

The memory appeared, bursting into her consciousness like a rogue Bludger. It was as vivid as if it had happened yesterday. Aunt Marge's dog, snapping at Ariel's heels — its beady eyes filled with a malicious glee — like Aunt Marge’s had — like all of the Dursley’s had. 

It wasn't pleasant — it had a sharpness to it, like the tang of salt in the air. The dog, rabid and snarling, the peals of Aunt Marge's laughter echoing through the house. Ariel could almost feel the hot breath of the dog on her ankles as she stumbled, bolting from the house and into the cold night. The frost-covered ground bit into her bare feet, each step illustrating her escape. The laughter from within the house turned into far away echoes, muffled by the wind howling around her.

In the distance, the fairy lights twinkled softly. It had been Christmas Eve and the distant melody of a choir called as Ariel laid panting in the snow. God rest ye merry gentlemen let nothing you dismay — 

Snape pulled out. Ariel released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in. Her chest was burning, like it had been filled with water. 

“Not — not fair —” she wheezed. “You didn’t warn me it would be like that.” 

Her eyes found Snape's. They held something glacial, cold, and unyielding, but now, there was a crack in it. 

“To whom did the dog belong?” Snape asked in a very quiet, very scary voice. 

Ariel rubbed at her eyes — her head was going to pop like a balloon any second now. She could feel a headache forming around her sinuses. “Uncle Vernon’s sister.”

A flicker of something passed over Snape's face, quick as lightning, but Ariel had always been good at catching the lightning — it was the thunder that undid her. The thunder was loud and messy and gave her no time to brace for the impact. That was why she always seemed to make it worse whenever Snape lost his temper with her — she couldn’t think. 

“There is nothing comparable I could have used to prepare you.” Snape said stiffly, but he smoothed back the wild fringes of hair that had come free from her ponytail. Their sessions always ended like Ariel looking like she’d been attacked by a Devil’s Snare. 

“The ocean — it’s not enough.” Ariel panted, glancing up at him to find him looking at her — strangely. His eyes were distant, but he was frowning. 

“No,” he said. “It’s not.” 

She fought to control her breathing, her chest aching as if she had swallowed a handful of crushed ice — but the cold was also distancing, desensitizing, and she welcomed it. 

Ariel peered up at him. “What do you use?”

“You’ll see, in time.”

She frowned. “Can’t you just tell me?”

"No," Snape said curtly, his fingers still tangled absently in Ariel's hair. "The mind is a maze, Miss Evans. You cannot provide someone a map of your own to work for someone else's.” 

Ariel sighed, a deep frustrated sound. She hated when Snape became cryptic, but she supposed magic like this didn’t exactly have a straightforward answer, either.

#one of my favorite fics I'm currently reading #a severitus in a way but he has a daughter #the way shostakobitch writes Snape is perfect #snarky rude cunt #but loves his daughter in his snape way #highly recommend it #fanfiction

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Some of those sketches & color studies are from few weeks ago and some i just did recently. Unfortunately, his face doesn't always look the same when I’m drawing him, but I'm practicing. Here is Severus in his younger years and also as adult.

#slayage #fanart

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#fanart #smoking

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mandatory Severus Snape sketch.

#oh my #need the scar stories #fanart #smoking

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Hi! This character ask game looks like fun :) I’d love to hear your responses to questions 7, 8 & 25 for Severus Snape!

Hi thanks for the ask!

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

The snapedom always comes through with top tier analysis of this man that I think I could read forever without getting bored.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

I really don’t understand why people feel the need to add a bunch of nonexistent flaws to this man when in canon he has plenty of flaws present. If your committed to hating him there is plenty to work with without making him a homophobic incel child predator.

More generally I just really don’t care for the all moralizing I see when it comes to Snape (and the marauders too). I find alot of the discussions around him tiring and a bit pointless.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

As a kid reading HP I remember truly not caring about him. I didn’t hate him, nor feel compelled by him, just straight up apathy. I don’t think I cared about any of the adult characters at that point but eventually I got into the marauders fandom as a middle schooler and you can imagine my opinion of snape soured a bit. After taking a break from the hp fandom in general then jumping back in when I was a teenager I started to feel very drawn to him.

Now I would say he’s probably tied for my favorite with Lupin. I find his radicalization and atonement extremely compelling and a really important story to be told.

Also I find that he is usually my favorite part whenever im doing rereads, honestly whenever there is a potions class scene im hyped because I know this man is about to be a little cunt for no reason and I find it SO entertaining. Seriously I’m at my most animated when reading those scenes because its so unserious to me to have this grown ass man beefing with these 13 year olds. I really find it endlessly funny.

#you explained so well part why he's my fav character

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That one moment in The Halfblood Prince book when snape treats Wormtail like a slave lives rent free in my head.

#so cute #fanart

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Snape with film-accurate hair :V

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erm idk heres sev in his vampire realness :3

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Snape: Legilimens!

Snape: *enters my mind*

My mind:

Snape: *runs*

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#! #omg snape eat some gravy for easter #fanart

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I know Snape was the only death eater that was able to produce a patrons and I’d just like to beg your pardon.

Snape conjured a patrons based on an obsession. What he had for Lily might have been love once but let be real, we’ve surpassed that phase. Now it’s just an obsession over her.

Other than Lily, his life was fucking miserable. His father was a prat and his mother was weird. He got bullied at school and he doesn’t really seem to enjoy his teaching life very much.

It’s also portrayed that his patronus is conjured from love and not happiness.

So excuse me if I feel like any other death eater has happier memories than Severus Snape.

Lucius Malfoy, he’s respected at the ministry and has a wife, a son that he at least cares about, a nice ass mansion. He’s wealthy and grew up in a famous, rich family, why can’t he conjure a patronus?

Bellatrix Lestrange, like the only death eater who really enjoys what she’s doing with Voldemort. She straight up laughs when killing Sirius. Why can’t she conjure a patronus?

Regulus Black, whose love for his god damn house elf got himself killed. Why can’t he conjure a patronus?

Narcissa Malfoy, who loves her son more than anything, so much that she straight up lied to Voldemort who can read minds just because there’s a chance her son is still alive. Why can’t she conjure a patronus?

Why can’t any of the death eaters conjure a patronus especially since Harry, at 13 years old, could do it based on a made up memory.

It’s a shit excuse to get people to like Snape more.

#are people for real #patronus

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i'm sorry snape lovers but this is what canonical snape is

#ladies and gentlemen we got him #video

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Severus - weird Slytherin boi, zero social skill, unnaturally talented at making enemies, completely crushing on a Gryffindor girl.

#gremlin son #fanart

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snape&lucius

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