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The splendid art of @exlibrisseverus thank you for the unexpected gift 💚😘

My dear, how sweet you are, it touched me deeply to read your kind words and they made me emotional (in the best way possible of course). You wouldn't believe how honored and grateful I am. 🥺💕

You have also become a very precious and dear friend to me, whom I would not want to miss in my life. I am deeply grateful to have met you and to have had the opportunity to get to know you. ♡

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your time and also for your support and care, especially on difficult days. I am so glad to have met you and found a wonderful friend in you, thank you so so much for everything. ❤️

You are a wonderful soul and very special and dear person to me, I very much hope that you will get well again soon. Take all the time you need for a proper break to recharge enough energy for your upcoming creative projects, your health comes first. 🧸🤍

Life/Writing/Personal Update

Hello everyone ❤️

I just wanted to write you guys a bit of an update. It's been something I've wanted to do for a while now, but it's been challenging to write much of anything lately.

The last few months have been extremely difficult when my mental health took quite a significant nosedive. My 'lows' used to be very short-term, but this time my lows have remained, and have been for quite some time now. So I took a step back from social media, and even communicating with friends on all platforms. My brain fog has been so problematic, that holding any kind of conversation proved quite the task. Please do not take it personally - it's been an effort waking up, showering and going to work, and for the rest of my time, my brain just shuts off. My silence is just my way of healing.

On the subject of that, I know I have been so behind in Light of Mine, and posting updates. Trust me, I think about it every day, and each time I feel so guilty for my lack of writing in these last several months. I guess writers burnout contributed to that too, and have been writing non-stop since 2020 when I started Whatever It Takes. I need to keep reminding myself that I have written over 800K words to this AU, so I've been learning to give myself some grace and patience over that.

I tried to practice drawing instead when I haven't been able to write, but that has not been very successful either. My mind and any creative avenue have completely muted themselves, and formulating any coherent words has not been easy for me. I mean, this post is probably the longest thing I've written for a few months. Even still now, my mind is numb, foggy, and just not myself.

I really do miss writing Severus and Dawn, and Severus and Harry, and I have soooo much left to write, and so many exciting things upcoming that I one day hope to share. Light of Mine is not abandoned and never will be. This time has just ended up being an unplanned break. I figured trying to force myself to write something I won't be happy with will reflect and show my struggles with my readers, and I don't want my writing quality to lose what it has because of it. So right now, I am just going day by day, in hopes I feel well enough to start writing again.

I do however want to do a special shoutout to a beautiful friend @exlibrisseverus who has showed me such great kindness, patience, and friendship over this last month and half ❤️ You've been such a comfort to talk to when i've been feeling rough, and you help remind me that I am not alone. I adore our chats of all kinds, and getting to know you as a friend. You've definitely been a light for me this year, and words will never be enough to express my gratitude and for not giving up on me 😭✨

I hope to be back around soon, but not just yet. I just wanted to leave you a little update for whoever reads or follows me.

❤️

Based on this post from @stopmeibegyou that had me had to make a drawing for this AU for James and Snape

Now imagining Snape and James have aggressive staring contests in class

That’s canon I don’t need to imagine anything

This is too funny 🤣

Harry: runs into strange woman as she enters the great hall "I'm so sorry miss..."

Y/N: "Snape"

Harry: "no not possible, there is no way you are related to professor Snape"

Y/N: "I'm his wife"

Harry: "really I've never heard about you or seen you before"

Y/N: "I'm the head of aurors in America"

Harry: walks away muttering "she has to be under a love potion"

Y/N: sits next to Severus "can you believe those kids think you are using a love potion on me"

Severus: "love can you turn and pretend to talk to McGonagall I'll put there suspicions to ease"

Severus: pulls vile from pocket and pours it into her cup watching Ron, Hermione and harry watch in shock

Severus: "drink this love and let the fun begin"

Y/N: drinks it then looks up to see their horrified faces

This is a masterpiece

“Uh, Professor, er, sir,” Harry stumbled over the seldom-used honorifics in his bafflement. “Uh, on your mouth…?”

“Lipstick, Potter,” Snape sneered, the expression all the more pronounced with the cosmetic assistance.

“Oh, uh, it’s, um, it’s black?” Harry hadn’t known lipstick came in anything other than his aunt’s subdued pinks or the vivid shades of red that Petunia considered sinful and salacious (and intolerably reminiscent of Lily to ever be permitted back into the precariously normal life of Number Four, Privet Drive).

“Very good, Potter,” Snape said sarcastically. “Twelve years old and you’ve learned your colors.”

That was pure nastiness and entirely unfair.

“I’m fifteen!”  Harry protested, which earned him a merely sardonic eyebrow. “Almost fifteen,” he amended.  “I’ll be fifteen on Monday.”

Harry longed to surpass Snape in sheer churlishness and considered pointing out that muggle men generally didn’t wear skirts.  Certainly not in Little Whinging.  Definitely not when Dudley and his gang were roaming the streets.

He’d seen plenty of oblivious wizards sporting spiffy new dresses as their muggle disguises at the Quidditch World Cup the previous summer (a lifetime ago, before Cedric was murdered and he hadn’t been able to stop it from happening).  But there was something peculiarly well-tailored and suspiciously well-worn about the Potions Master’s garb that suggested less “disguise” and more “daily wear”. He found that his brain was oddly unwilling to acknowledge the existence of Snape’s psychedelic cardigan. His mind kept trying desperately to wallpaper something sensible over the bizarre image his eyes insisted on perceiving.

“…nice skirt,” he mumbled.

“Thanks,” Snape drawled the false gratitude out with a smirk. “It has pockets.  Dipshit and Dumbass there were too excited to get on the road this morning and didn’t give me any time to do laundry.”

“Am I ‘Dipshit’ or am I ‘Dumbass’?” Sirius whispered loudly, grin gone well past manic.

“I believe Severus called me a ‘dipshit’ among other things for forgetting to take my Wolfsbane last year,” Remus replied thoughtfully, “So, Sirius, that probably makes you the dumbass.”

“I’m more of a hot piece of ass, but okay,” Sirius said with a wink. “Hi, Harry!”

“Hi, Sirius,” Harry said weakly, glad for the excuse to sidle past Snape.  “Uh, what are you doing here?” The Daily Prophet hadn’t said anything about Sirius being pardoned and news like that, while less of an urgent headline than Voldemort’s return, wouldn’t lurk about in the society pages or behind an advice column.

“Dumbledore told me to lie low at Lupin’s place,” Sirius beamed with an innocence so intense it could only be artificial.

“And, er, well, what with one thing and another, it really hadn’t seemed like a good time really to mention that I’d been, ah, evicted,” Lupin added, “…again.”

“Renting really seems like such a bother,” Sirius opined. “So I bought a house for Remus here.”

“Oh,” said Harry, who had witnessed Aunt Petunia compulsively twitching the curtains as she tried to discover how Mrs. Number Seven had eluded neighborly surveillance and, somehow, managed to sell her house to a person or persons unknown to the remaining residents of Privet Drive. “Isn’t that supposed to take a long time?”

“Building a home takes a lifetime,” Sirius said sagely. “Buying a house just takes money.”

Snape’s scornful snort brought Harry’s attention back to the least welcome visitor to Little Whinging.

“So, uh, why did you bring,” Harry gestured vaguely, unsure if the word ‘him’ could accurately encompass the snidest professor present, “Snape?” He’d rather noticed that Snape hadn’t lifted a finger to help Sirius and Lupin move any of the large boxes from the lorry into Number Seven.

“Severus knows how to drive,” Lupin explained gently. Sirius’ mouth opened, prepared to protest.

“Severus,” Lupin repeated, louder this time, “Has a valid muggle license to drive.” Sirius’ subsided.

“And I know how to hot-wire cars and lorries,” Severus added smoothly. “And,” Lupin echoed wearily, “ Severus knows how to ‘hot-wire’ muggle vehicles.”

“I’m learning to do that,” Sirius said helpfully, “I’m going to figure it out too.  I’ve nearly got it.”

“Talk is cheap, Black,” Snape scoffed starting to stroll in the last direction Harry wanted him to go, “I’ll believe you when I see some tangible results.”

“Wait!  Stop!” Harry wondered if he’d get in trouble for tackling a professor outside of Hogwarts.  It would be worth it, to try to alter Snape’s trajectory towards the front door of Number Four.  “Stop, stop, stop!”

For all Harry’s desperate scrambling, Snape maintained his lead.

“Please stop!” Harry begged as the professor hitched up his skirt slightly, “Use the bell!  You don’t have to kick the door in!” Aunt Petunia was probably at the door, surely she’d spied them across the street at Number Seven.

Snape kicked the door, already unlatched in Petunia’s nosy anticipation, open.

Aunt Petunia let out a shrill little scream.

“Hello, Piss-Tuna,” said Severus Snape, far more gleeful than he’d been even when Harry and Ron were facing the threat of expulsion after flying a car into the Whomping Willow. “You look as awful as ever.”

Piss-Tuna, Harry thought as his world tilted on its axis, Snape, Professor Snape, just called my aunt Piss-Tuna.  This can’t be happening.

“You—!” Her face was white, her eyes were wide, and Petunia Dursley, née Evans, practically growled in her outrage.

Harry found himself thinking that Brazil might be a very nice place to live. It was far away from Privet Drive, for a start.  He wondered what it would take to get there.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in, Tuney?” Snape’s foot had blocked the door from closing.  “I’m more than happy to have this confrontation on your front step if you’d prefer.”

“We, ah, brought some biscuits,” Lupin added. “Store bought. Assorted.  With chocolate.  Er, I’m, ah, we’re the new neighbors. So nice to meet you again.”

Petunia goggled at the lot of them.

She also stumbled back, which Snape seemed to take as an unspoken invitation.  Harry found himself dragged along in the professor’s wake, with only Sirius’ hand on his shoulder to steady him in the swift tide of strangeness.

“I can’t believe your taste in interior decoration deteriorated into this level of disgusting kitsch and doilies, Tuna,” said the man who decorated with floating dead things in jars. Severus surveyed the photos on the wall, on the mantle, on the little side table.  So many perfectly posed pictures of a happy family of three- mother, father, son- and a lock on the cupboard under the stairs. Narcissa had been absolutely right.

“Is that my jumper?” Harry jumped.  Petunia’s voice was high and thin and quite peculiar.

“You’ve really done a terrible job of raising Potter,” said Snape, and Harry bristled. Of course Snape wanted to criticize him, Harry had been expecting the criticism, but he loathed the thought of his two biggest critics were now sharing notes and combining forces.

“Not only is he, like the majority of students, a careless menace in the laboratory, but I have also wasted entirely too much of my already limited time deciphering his atrocious penmanship to correct insipid essay after insipid essay only to see the same flawed reasonings repeated week after week.” It was news to Harry that he was supposed to read the sea of spidery red notes Snape deposited on every essay.  It seemed rather unfair, given that Snape could fit five lines of text for every one line Harry wrote. The single “P”, or the occasional and welcome “A”, was more than sufficient in Harry’s view.

“That’s my jumper.” There was a touch of hysteria in Petunia’s tone now.

“He will be taking his O.W.L.s this year, his O-levels if you prefer,” Snape continued, demonstrating more confidence in Harry’s continued survival than Harry typically expected to hear from the Potions Master. “Unfortunately, his current record of scholastic mediocrity, his stubborn refusal to revise, and a peculiar incuriosity about magical theory does not bode well for his continued academic career.”

“You little bastard! That’s my goddamn jumper!” Petunia’s shriek derailed Snape’s momentum.  The unexpected profanity from his aunt made Harry’s brain stutter to a halt.

“Tuna,” Snape frowned, “We’re not here to discuss my sartorial decisions and I will never take wardrobe critique from you.  I only deigned to enter this suburban hellscape to discuss your horrendous failure to raise and parent Mr. Potter.”

“Biscuit, Harry?” Sirius offered, retrieving the tin from Remus.

“You stole my jumper!” Shockingly, Petunia’s epiphany failed to shatter glass.  Yet.

“Didn’t,” sniffed Snape.

“I thought it was Lily who stole my jumper!”

“She did. I just hid it for her.” 

“I bought that jumper myself!  I’d saved up!”

“Yes, I know.”

“It was for an interview!”

“We wanted to spare you the humiliation of being seen in public wearing such a hideous thing.  You even got that position, even if you didn’t keep it for very long.”

The biscuit was rather good, even without tea, and it was beginning to dawn on Harry that Snape and Aunt Petunia were more inclined to tear into one another than join forces against him. He felt oddly inclined to cheer for Professor Snape, despite the ranting about Harry’s scholastic shortcomings. Perhaps it was because Harry knew so little about his mother that every glimpse was a pearl he treasured.

“I want my jumper!” Did she learn that tone from her little Diddykins or had Dudley inherited that petulant demanding pitch from Petunia?

“And I want you to understand how your failure to nourish any academic inclinations Mr. Potter may have shown before the age of eleven may have rather dire consequences for futures beyond his own, but I fear we can’t all get what we want.” Remus handed Harry another biscuit before he could think to protest.

“Give me back my jumper!”

“Fine!” Snape finally snapped, fingers tearing at the buttons in wrathful haste.  “Fine, here!”

Petunia caught the cardigan with her face and a squeak.

Severus Snape looked like a stranger again, in the ratty, oversized band shirt, hair disheveled from the jumper’s passage.  Harry hadn’t seen the Dark Mark his professor had shoved under Minister Fudge’s nose in the Hospital Wing those few weeks ago, and he found himself oddly glad that the mark was concealed under a peculiar leather bracelet with metal studding.  A wand holster, perhaps.

“Are you prepared to face your shortcomings now, Tuney?” That dangerously silky tone was entirely familiar, and Harry took another biscuit before he was told to go serve detention during summer vacation.

“It smells like Cokeworth,” Petunia’s complaint was bitter, for she dreaded the day her neighbors discovered the lingering taint of the Cokeworth streets sullying their Surrey security.

“Hey,” said Sirius, who had gone oddly still.

“I wasn’t going to take it to Hogwarts, was I?” Snape said.  “It’s acrylic, you know that sort of stuff doesn’t hold up around magic.”

“Hey,” said Sirius.  “Hey.” His face was a rictus of delight, as pleased as Petunia had been put out. “Snape. Isn’t that, isn’t that my shirt you’ve got on?”

“Oh, oh,” snarled Severus.  “Not you too!”

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Day Three, Haunt

Drabble - Fluff

Warnings: none

Prompt list: @superfallingstars

“It’s not that important… We can cancel.”

A collective gasp rang throughout the staff room.

“You can’t possibly be serious!” Minerva spoke sharply, looking at Severus with a glare she only reserved for students…and Severus annoyingly enough.

Severus loathed staff meeting days. Not only did everyone have far too many questions for their own good, Dumbledore seemed to almost relish his discomfort and prolong the meetings simply to watch him suffer.

"I for once agree with Minerva,” Aurora Sinistra declared. “You can’t possibly be suggesting we cancel the Halloween Ball because of it?”

“Indeed I am.” Severus stated, taking a sip of tea before continuing. “I highly recommend cancelling the ball, Headmaster. To host a ball a day after the Chamber of Secrets has been opened will only cause the Ministry to believe you unstable in your position.”

Dumbledore chuckled, a knowing glint in his eye. That ticked off Severus even more.

“Now, now Severus. Let’s not be too hasty. The children love the Halloween Ball.” Dumbledore spoke, a smile on his face.

Severus rolled his eyes.

“Now, next order of business,”Dumbledore stated in a jolly manner, popping a lemon candy in his mouth, “who would like to set up the haunted house with Severus?”

“I volunteer.”

Severus whipped his head to the left to see who would volunteer to do such a thing with him out of all the staff members.

Of course, it was Professor ____. Severus found he didn’t exactly mind her helping him, which was unusual.

The staff meeting slowly dispersed, a few professors staying behind to sort out some last minute things as Professor ____ walked up to him.

“You ready to get your haunt on, Severus?”

She exclaimed excitedly, smiling up at him with joy as she put a hand on her hip.

“No.” He replied, already annoyed Dumbledore assigned him to do something he didn’t ask for.

“Perfect!” _____ replied, her chipper attitude unbothered by his moody and bothered expression.

Severus couldn’t control his mouth as his lips curved upwards.

I had this idea years back when I saw the scene in House MD where he tries to operate on his own leg

Sev the moment he gets comfortable with physical closeness

Pokémon Team 🇬🇧 #1 : Severus Snape ~ Équipe Pokémon 🇨🇵 #1 : Severus Rogue

🇬🇧 As a huge fan of the Pokémon franchise, I love to imagine the Pokémon teams of my characters *-* I couldn't not do the same for my favorite fictional character ^^

> Seviper 🐍 : obviously, I couldn't put together a team for Severus Snape without including the poison-type Snake Pokémon whose name begins with "Sev" x)

> The lake guardians 🧠 : on this point, I admit, I cheated a little 👌🏻 Mesprit, Uxie and Azelf represent the spirit, respectively emotion, knowledge and willingness. Knowing our Slytherin's disposition for occlumency, and knowing that it matches all three characteristics, I found it coherent to incorporate all three 🤷‍♀️

> Honchkrow 🪶 : within Snapedom, I noticed that there was a debate about what his Patronus would be if it hadn't been a doe. The option that I find the most relevant is the crow. I had the choice between Corboss and Corvaillus, but I preferred the one whose design is inspired by a wizard 🧙‍♂️ instead of the knight 🗡🛡 (although the latter would have also suited)

> Deerling 🦌 : the most common in posts like this, and it's easy to see why x) Too bad there is no female Sawsbuck ♀️

> Noivern 🦇 : in reference to its nickname, "the Dungeon Bat", I wanted to choose a bat Pokémon, and I was spoiled for choice x)) Between Crobat, Swoobat, Gliscor and Noivern, I chose the latter. His color, his look and the species from which he seems to be inspired gave me particular vibes 😉

> Galarian Weezing 🧪 : even though I already had Seviper which was a poison type 💀, I felt compelled to include a potions related Pokemon. Since none of them directly referred to it, I chose Galarian Weezing, whose shape supposed to evoke a nuclear power station ☢ (or a top hat 🎩) made me think of vials of potion

I hesitated with : Snivy 🌱 and Snover ☃️

😉

Don't hesitate to suggest the Pokémon that you would see in Severus' team ❤🖤🤍

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🇨🇵 En tant qu'immense fan de la franchise Pokémon, j'adore imaginer les équipes Pokémon de mes personnages *-* Je ne pouvais pas ne pas en faire de même pour mon personnage fictif préféré ^^

> Séviper 🐍 : évidemment, je ne pouvais pas constituer une équipe à Severus Rogue sans y intégrer le Pokémon serpent de type poison dont le nom commence par "Sev" x)

> Les Gardiens des lacs 🧠 : sur ce point, j'avoue, j'ai un peu triché 👌🏻 Créfollet, Créhelf et Créfadet représentent l'esprit, respectivement l'émotion, le savoir et la volonté. Connaissant les dispositions de notre Serpentard pour l'occlumencie, et sachant qu'il correspond à ces trois caractéristiques, j'ai trouvé cohérent de les intégrer tous les trois 🤷‍♀️

> Corboss 🪶 : au sein du Snapedom, j'ai remarqué qu'il y avait un débat sur ce que serait son Patronus si il n'avait pas été une biche. L'option que je trouve la plus pertinente est le corbeau. J'avais le choix entre Corboss et Corvaillus, mais j'ai préféré celui dont le design est inspiré d'un sorcier 🧙‍♂️ au chevalier 🗡🛡 (même si ce dernier aurait également convenu)

> Vivaldaim 🦌 : le plus récurent dans les posts de ce genre, et c'est facile de comprendre pourquoi x) Dommage qu'il n'existe pas d'Haydaim femelle dans le design ♀️

> Bruyverne 🦇 : en référence à son surnom, "la chauve-souris des cachots", j'ai voulu choisir un Pokémon chauve-souris, et j'avais l'embarras du choix x)) Entre Nostenfer, Rhinolove, Scorvol et Bruyverne, j'ai choisi ce dernier. Sa couleur, son regard et l'espèce dont il semble être inspiré m'ont donné des vibes particulières

> Smogogo de Galar 🧪 : même si j'avais déjà Séviper qui était de type poison 💀, je me sentais obligée d'inclure un Pokémon en rapport avec les potions. Comme aucun n'y faisait directement référence, j'ai choisi Somogogo de Galar, dont la forme censée évoquer une centrale nucléaire ☢ (ou un haut-de-forme 🎩) m'a fait penser à des fioles de potion

J'ai hésité avec : Vipélierre 🌱 (Snivy en anglais) ; Blizzi ☃️ (Snover en anglais)

N'hésitez pas à me suggérer les Pokémon que vous verriez dans l'équipe de notre Severus préféré ;) ❤🖤🤍

I like to imagine that Snape comes homes, flings his teaching robes across the room and pulls on an oodie. 😂

@potion-daddy You inspired this.

So Luna sleepwalks pretty often. Says so herself, wears shoes to bed even.

You cannot tell me that teachers on nighttime patrol haven't found Luna wandering around.

Can you imagine, Snape's out on the hunt for students out of bed and hears someone walking around, he turns the corner and finds Luna sleepwalking. Then he's stuck trying to decide whether to wake her up or not. Does it actually hurt to wake a sleepwalker? Is that just an old wives tale? Then he spends the rest of the night following Luna around to make sure she doesn't hurt herself cuz he's indecisive.

He probably spends the next day researching sleepwalking so he can be prepared next time.

Severus Snape's father.

Tobias Snape was likely a veteran.

Tobias Snape was born early 1920s and was probably 14-19 years old when ww2 started in 1939.

The war lasted from 1939 to 1945, in which time Tobias definitely made it into the 18 to 41 age range at which british men were conscripted.

He spent at least 2 years as a soldier.

He came back and 15 years later he had Severus Snape.

Tobias might've dealt with PTSD and possibly drank quite a lot. He was definitely not a very pleasant man as it was hinted that he abused his wife and was neglectful towards Severus.

In my mind, Snape grew up with a extremely toxic masculine influence in his father and it made him afraid to show vulnerability and be himself openly.

Snape probably hates being called just Snape because that's what his dad was called and that's why he insists on be called Professor Snape.

Snape likely doesn't like the smell of muggle alcohol and doesn't like to drink too much. If he ever struggled with alcoholism he probably beat himself up all the time with 'i am just like my abusive father' thinking.

He dislikes violence and avoids raising his voice because it reminds him of his father. He never wants to be like his father.

I think Tobias likely had a 'you will never be worth anything' sort of thing towards Severus and that's what gave him the determination to prove himself to get back at his father. His father might be one of the reasons why Severus Snape is a Slytherin.

Why I Love Snape: Reason #3

His hair.

His hair is shoulder length and greasy. Why is his hair shoulder length and greasy? Is it because it is wizarding fashion? Is it because he avoids haircuts? Or is it because he grew up in the 60s and 70s when long hair was on the rise? Who knows.

Honestly I like his hair because of the possibilities. And the drama. His hair is just a vibe. I love it.

Though I wish I could help him wash it. He needs some shampoo and conditioner. Maybe even a double wash. Then some hairstyles he might find more comfy.

A grumpy man with long hair is the best image.

Just imagine Snape in a flower crown.

Hiya!

So, I've been writing this fanfic for a little over a year and figured I would finally share it here.

It includes:

Female Harry

Parental and Eventually Adopted Parent Snape

Abused Harry

Slytherin Harry

Drarry

Dumbledore bashing but only a lil bit

Super-duper slowburn and slowbuild

Also tons of plot change because it's kind of a fix it fic for my benefit

I sometimes wonder why someone as neat as Snape would leave his hair long.

It's probably just a dislike of haircuts or habit or whatever. Maybe to hide his nose?

Dude probably cuts his hair himself and doesn't bother to learn any cosmetic charms.

But my favourite possible reason is that he has a big birthmark on his neck that he feels quite insecure about so he grew out his hair to cover it.

For some reason, I think this is adorable. 🥰❤️

If you are a Snape fan and have never seen this deleted scene...

Well you need to.

The sheer emotion in Snape's face. 😢

I feel like Snape at some point has tripped over his huge robes.

I can just see him as a young teacher, getting used to his fancy new robes and stumbling in the hallway then checking if anyone saw.

Then threatening any witnesses into silence.