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18+ MDNI !!!
Pairing: Young! Severus Snape x F! Reader / You
Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 4 - Stalking. Severus is in love with you from afar. Severus is also very good at legilimency. You show a tiny bit of interest by helping him out in class and he loses a little more of his self-control.
Tags: Stalking, P in V, Unprotected sex, Oral sex (f receiving, a LOT of it), Very dubious consent, Mind manipulation / control, Brainwashing, Improper use of legilimency, Toxic relationships, Yandere Snape, Creepy perverted behaviour, Fantasising, Implied loss of virginity, Self-blaming.
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!!
Word count: 3.7k
Read it on ao3! | Masterlist
Authors note: Severus in this fic is written to be a walking red flag, don't seek this kind of relationship irl!! I started to get a headache toward the end of writing this, sorry if it's noticeable in the writing!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡
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Splat, Severus’ books thud to the ground. A cacophony of laughs erupts behind him, led by James Potter, a satisfied smirk on his face from having caused this mild inconvenience. Severus huffs and rolls his eyes, luckily hidden by his mop of long black hair. He bends down to pick up the books, not at all surprised when James nudges one further away with the toe of his shoe. He shuffles forward and picks it up too, straightening himself back up, head hung low. He shuffles across the hall to lean against a wall further from the marauders, who hoot and laugh at him. Even putting himself in their shoes he can’t understand what’s so funny about watching someone pick up books. None of it matters anyway, because you’ll be here soon. Perfect you. You always arrive at this class at 12:56, with your friend by your side. You’d usually be chatting, finishing off a pastry from lunch, whatever had taken your fancy that day, Severus guessed it would be the Pumpkin pasties today. He watches the clock above the door into the potion's dungeon, feeling a familiar tingle of excitement. Just as he knew you would, almost exactly as the clock struck 12:56, your voice drifted around the corner down the corridor. He watches behind his hair as you come into view, chatting happily with your friend, carefully holding a hand in front of your mouth as you chew. He imagines you spotting him, smiling and making your way over, giggling and offering him a bite of your pastry. He’d go to bite it and you’d withdraw it playfully, just to tease him, you’d laugh that bright laugh you have and he’d give you a chastising look before stealing a kiss from you, making you smile wider. You’d wrap your arms around his neck, pushing closer so that–
He’s yanked from his thoughts by Slughorn opening the doors to the lab, the heavy wood scraping unpleasantly against the stone floor. Everyone starts to head inside, he keeps his head down as he enters, hanging back at his usual spot at the back of the room, the spot with a perfect view of you. He places his books down, watching as you quickly scoff the last of your pastry, a pumpkin pasty as he’d guessed before the lesson started. Throughout the lesson he’s watching you, barely concentrating on the topic at hand, he doesn't need to, he already read up on it in his own time so that he can watch you. He’s lucky, in a way, that he only has you for potions, no matter how much he wishes you always there, always by him, always in view, else he may never learn anything at all. You lean forward on the desk, your chin in your palms, legs swinging under the desk. He can vaguely make out the outline of your bra through the back of your uniform shirt, it’s black, clasped on the final row. He almost jots this down on his parchment before he catches himself. He imagines that if he told you this, you’d laugh and call him something childish and endearing, like a ‘silly sausage’, flicking his nose gently. He’s lost in this fantasy, this world where he can tell you that he’s watching you and you find it sweet, going through the motions of setting up his workstation for brewing. He doesn’t even realise that Slughorn is calling out to him until your head turns towards him, looking curious. He notices with a start that the entire class is looking at him, the marauders laughing tauntingly among themselves.
“Er… what?” he croaks out, his voice a little rough from barely speaking all day. He hears a few more chuckles, but not from you. Kind, perfect you. You just glance between him and Slughorn without a hint of judgement in your eyes.
“Your hair is getting rather too long, boy, you’ll have to tie it up for this potion, it’s very volatile,” Slughorn chortles from the front of the room. “Do any of the ladies have a spare?” He addresses the room. The marauders and a couple of the other boys explode with laughter, several of the girls immediately shake their heads, or do nothing, except beautiful, perfect you. You’re picking up your bag and digging through it without a second's hesitation and he could kiss you right now, not that there was any time he felt like he couldn’t. Your friend, obviously shamed into action by you, flicks half-heartedly through her bag too. The rest of the class returns to setting up.
“A-ha!” you exclaim, pulling out a plain black hairband from your bag. Black like your bra, his brain supplies, but he shakes that off because you’re walking over to him. He’s immediately sweating, luckily you’re unlikely to notice through his robes, although you may notice the growing sheen on his forehead. You stand in front of him, smiling like an angel. He’s not this close to you often, somehow you’re even more ethereal up close. He takes a shaky breath as you extend the hairband to him. "Don't listen to them, Black is only about an inch away from needing one himself,"
“Th-Thank you…” He mumbles, brushing your fingertips with his own on purpose. It feels like a thousand fireworks exploding under his skin and he smiles shakily. You smile and shrug.
“Just get it back to me when you can, or keep it honestly, I have hundreds and you’ll probably need it again,” you explain happily. You always seem to have nothing bringing you down and he admires it, wishing he could be so positive, perhaps it’s easy when you’re as flawless as you are. You skip off back to your workstation to your friend. He has something in his hand that is yours, something he’s allowed to keep, something he didn’t have to snatch when you left the room. There’s a couple of your hairs stuck around it and he shivers in excitement. This is something you have used, and he has it through legitimate means. He’s floating on air. While everyone else is beginning to brew, he hides behind his cauldron carefully laying down your hairs in his notebook, making sure not to break them, securing them so they don’t fall out.
Eventually, once he’s sure he can’t extract any more of yours from the hairband, he finally ties his hair back into a low ponytail, getting to work. He’s confident he can catch up on the brewing time he missed, even as he keeps being distracted by the sight of you across the room, your hair pulled up out of your face in the same type of hairband you gave him. You’re gorgeous, somehow more than usual, which shouldn’t be possible or, frankly, legal. He’s often wondered if you’re part Veela somewhere far back, because of how absolutely perfect you are. Through extensive research of your family tree, he was able to prove himself wrong, but he still wonders. His potion expertise allows him to catch up on the potion, still being awarded the best potion in class by the end of it. He almost feels bad for everyone who actually put some effort into brewing just to lose to him again, but that feeling melts away when he spots you grinning at him as Slughorn announces his win. The two of you have never been friends, but you have always been silently friendly toward him, refusing to be swayed by the rumours about him. It’s perhaps what he loves the absolute most about you. He’s packing up when you approach him again, smiling softly.
“I actually like your hair up like this,” you whisper, reaching over to gently flick the end of his short ponytail. Severus doesn’t know if you’re teasing him or not. He feels like he’s been struck by lightning, both by your words and your playful touch. A hundred images of fantasies he’s had about you over the years flash through his mind. You’ve touched him! Willingly! In that playful way, he’d always imagined you would. It takes a lot of effort to remind himself that he can’t just kiss you right now. His mouth falls open and he lets out an undignified throaty noise. He quickly covers it up with a cough, blinking rapidly.
“I um… you… do?” he chokes out. You study his face for a moment, he’s sure you’re about to change your mind. You could never be so cruel though, he knows this, you’re too wonderful.
“Yeah… it’s nice to see your eyes sometimes,” you tease. Severus forces himself to laugh back casually, trying to force down the love hearts that are practically forming in his eyes. He also has to stop himself from grabbing you, never letting you move away again. He regrets holding himself back when your friend comes up behind you and ushers you away to your next class. You smile at him over your shoulder as you begin to leave. He quickly decides to use the compliments you’ve just given him against you. He wonders how much you really meant to them, but he has to try anyway. He invades your mind, silently smug about your lack of defences even after all this time. He feeds you a vision based on what you’ve just said. His head between your perfect supple thighs, looking up at you with wide needy eyes, his hair pulled back just like this, devouring your sweet cunt. He knows he’s been successful as he watches you suddenly flush and turn away, your cheeks bright red.
He doesn’t really know how you feel about these visions. He’s been invading your mind and planting them since the end of the fifth year. He would love to stick around in your brain, find out how you react to them, do some digging, and find out how you really feel about him, but he can’t risk it. The longer you’re in somebody's mind, the more they can feel the foreign presence. You’re still yet to put up any wards, even rudimentary ones, so he assumes you don’t realise you’re being invaded. You also haven’t started to avoid him more than normal, if you realised these visions were coming from someone else, there would only be one logical conclusion as to who they came from, but you haven’t withdrawn or confronted him in any way, so he figures he’s safe for now. The nature of the visions he gives you is probably enough to distract you from the momentary uncomfortable tingle of someone else being in your brain. He’s been experimenting for a long while to see what thoughts you react to the best. He often sits in the dining hall, somewhere where he has the perfect view of you, and plants various thoughts. You don’t seem to school your emotions very well, so he gets a vague idea of how you react to each scenario. He’s tried visions of him bending you over, roughly taking everything he wants from you, he’s tried visions of him begging on his knees to please you and everything in between. You blush beautifully at each one, whether from embarrassment or arousal, he isn’t sure. He can’t wait to feel your cheek heat up under his hand, because he will get to feel it, some day. You don’t seem to like the more extreme scenarios, complete domination or complete submission, but you don’t seem to mind either way if the power dynamic is a little milder. He doesn’t mind, he would be anything for you, do anything. What you seem to like best is when he feeds you a vision of him eating you out. He supposes it makes sense, it’s completely focused on your pleasure, so it’s practically all he’s been giving you lately. Sometimes he holds you down and calls you a good girl, sometimes you’re riding his face and calling him a good boy, you seem to like it either way. It makes him unbelievably smug.
After dinner, he’s trailing you and your friends to your common room, just to make sure that you’re safe, nothing more. He’s a little careless, feeding you the same vision over and over, enjoying watching you blush and stutter from afar as you try to chat with your friends. You probably think you’ve been hit with a lust potion or something, as he isn’t letting you think of anything else. It seems you hadn’t lied when you’d told him you liked his hair in the ponytail, as every time he gave you the same vision from earlier, he noticed your thighs tense. This isn’t a reaction he gets from you often at all, usually, it’s so subtle that he can be convinced it was unrelated, but this vision, in particular, seems to have you doing this every time. He’d dropped his fork at dinner just to duck under the table to watch your thighs clench, the sight nearly making his mouth water. He wished he could get under your table and spread your legs, make that vision a reality, but sadly he could not. He would do it in a heartbeat if you asked, fuck the consequences, fuck who could see. Maybe one day, if he kept torturing you with this vision, you would come begging. He feels his cock twitching eagerly in his trousers at the thought. You disappear into your common with your friends, him watching from around the corner. He sighs in disappointment, deciding to leave you be for the night since he can’t delight in your lovely little reactions any more. He hangs around at the corner for a moment, debating whether to head outside onto the grounds to watch you through your dorm window like he often did. The mini telescope he had to buy for Astronomy had turned out to be a fantastic use of money, even if he did often see your roommates instead. He had seen them all in various states of undress by now, but he couldn’t care about any of them in the least, he only had eyes for you.
Over the next few days, he eases off a little, realising how reckless he’d been. He couldn’t risk you knowing what he’s been doing, he can’t imagine that would end very well, even if you had seemed to grow to like the visions he gave you. He didn’t stop altogether, because that would have arguably been just as suspicious. He keeps it tame, one or two a day, maybe a little more innocent than normal. He can’t help but continue to use the information about you liking his hair back, making sure every fantasy he feeds you has him that way. He keeps your hairband, pulling his hair back every day now, because it makes you look at him just a second longer, and he’s obsessed with it. Lucius comments on it, saying it looks odd, but he couldn’t care less. It makes secretly watching you harder too, as he can’t hide behind his hair so much, but he makes do, all for those extra glances. He continues his routines, waiting for you to emerge in the mornings from your common room by hiding around the corner, watching you at every mealtime, trailing you back to the common room in the evening and then watching you through your window whenever he feels the need.
One night, once he’s happy you’re safely back in your common room, he turns to leave but trips slightly over his feet. He glances down, realising with an exasperated huff that the laces on his oxfords have come undone. He crouches down to tie them, setting his other knee on the ground. He fumbles with them unnecessarily, frustrated with himself. He vaguely registers footsteps approaching him, but not enough to react before he hears a voice.
“Oh… Severus, what are you doing here?” your soft angelic voice echoes slightly in the empty corridor. You seem confused, and, arguably, you have reason to be. The only thing down this corridor is your common room, and he has no excuse to be here. He swallows, staring straight down at the ground, his mind working a mile a minute.
“Here to return the hairband,” he grunts, thinking fast. It’s the only excuse he has, even if you had told him to keep it. He looks up at you from his crouched position, you’re a lot closer to him than he thought. He realises how similar this position is to some of the ones he’s forced into your brain. He’s pleased to notice, from the flush on your face, that you make this connection too, without it being planted. He shifts slightly, lowering both his knees to the ground and facing you properly. He looks up at you, his eyes burning with barely contained arousal. You’re flushed and shy as you look down at him and he dares to invade your mind to see what you’re thinking. He can’t fight the twitch of his lips as he creeps into your mind, only to find you’re imagining him, just as he is now, pushing up your skirt and burying his face between your legs. He shivers, you’re thinking of this all on your own. There’s a nag at the back of his mind, telling him you don’t quite seem to want to be thinking this, but he ignores it, reaching up for your thighs. You yelp in surprise as his cold, long fingers press into the warm skin of your thighs and he pulls you forward.
“Wha- what are you doing?” you squeak, stumbling helplessly toward him. He doesn’t answer, he feels possessed, and he’s already salivating. He brushes his nose against the skin of your thigh, just under the hem of your skirt, making you gasp. You smell divine, a vague hint of your perfume, presumably stuck to the fabric of your skirt, a hint of something that he realises, with a growl, must be your arousal. You try to step away, but he grips you harder, keeping you in place. He knows you want him, even if you don’t seem to know it yourself. You whimper as he licks a stripe up your thigh, the taste is faintly salty and he groans in pleasure. He hears the old castle creak slightly, reminding him that the two of you are out in the open. He withdraws slightly. You look utterly dazed above him like you don’t understand what’s going on. You realise that he’s walking you to a cleaning cupboard nearby, and your legs just blindly follow him. You want to protest, but can’t seem to find it in you. You had been fantasising about this for years now, even if the reason for these fantasies never seemed to make sense. He brings you in, shutting the door behind you. He’s kneeling again in an instant, he almost looks crazed as he bunches up your skirt. He doesn’t even give you time to acclimate before his tongue is on you through the material of your underwear. You gasp out loudly as he tastes the small wet spot of fabric, when did you even get wet? He takes a long deep sniff, his nose nudging at your clit through the fabric. He licks at you desperately until the material is soaked through, both with his saliva and your arousal. You were shocked by just how intensely your body was reacting to all this. You let him slide down your underwear, figuring there’s no point stopping him now. You lean back against the wall as he buries his head between your legs, shaking his head slightly to get even closer, the movement making you moan softly. He’s undeniably eager, lapping and slurping at you, but it’s fairly clear he’s never done this before. This is all he’s ever wanted, and he’s determined to make the most of it, the scent and taste of you making him feel insane. He rubs you all over his face, wriggling his tongue against you, gripping the flesh of your buttocks to keep you in place. He’s mumbling against you, about how long he’s been picturing this, but you can’t quite hear him, which is probably for the best. He makes up for his lack of experience with his enthusiasm, the way he’s looking up at you like he’s desperate to please. You find yourself falling apart all over his face shockingly fast, biting your lip to stifle your whines.
“Thank you, thank you,” he mumbles over and over as he laps you all up. He pulls away and you go a little limp, sliding slightly down the wall as he stands. You barely register what’s happening as he turns you around pressing you up against the wall, your eyes widen as he pushes inside you, but by now you’re well past the point of no return, so you simply brace yourself against the wall. He humps you like a dog in heat, sloppy and fast, you’re glad he made you orgasm earlier because you don’t get the feeling you will be cumming from this. Not that it feels bad, in fact, it feels quite good, making you moan as he bullies against you. He grips your waist tight with his slender fingers. “This is perfect, everything I’ve ever dreamed of,” he whimpers in your ear. “Now that I’ve had a taste of you, I’m never letting you go, you’re mine now,” you know what he’s saying is worrying, but your fucked out mind can’t quite realise the true danger of what he’s saying and what your lack of protesting is solidifying in his mind. “All mine,” he growls, his hips stuttering violently. He buries himself as deep as he can. “Fo-forever,” he groans shakily as he spills deep inside of you. He holds you there for a long time, your body limp in his arms as he pants against the back of your neck. You feel lightheaded, you can’t believe everything that’s just happened to you. He kisses your cheek, over and over, as if it's some sort of compulsion. “Mine, mine, mine,” he mumbles repeatedly, the reality of everything starting to sink in for you. Maybe you should have believed the rumours about his mental instability, maybe you should have kicked him away when he first grabbed your thighs, perhaps you should be telling him right now that you’re not his, but instead, a string of words come out of your mouth, feeling like they’re only half your own.
“Can you eat me out again?”
And he happily complies, sliding back down onto his knees.
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xoxoxo
To all Snape Centric fic writers
my next Snape fanfic fanart will be featuring a rarepair - but a fun one, I think!
But speaking of fanfic fanarts: Are you a writer who writes primarily Snape focused fics?
If so, there is a very very high chance I have read and enjoyed your work. (even if it's a rarepair, even if it's oc x snape, no matter the genre or pairing, no matter the skill level, even if it's unfinished, even if its deeply unserious, I cannot stress enough that i probably read it, and i probably REALLY liked it.) Thus far, I've been asking directly on a03 comments, but that's not ideal, So I'll ask here:
Are you alright with someone (me, it's me) making fanart for your fics in the future? If so PLEASE let me know. Your work has made my days much brighter, and so I would like to show that appreciation this way, IF it is alright with you. (comments and kudos alone just dont feel like enough!)
If you feel comfortable with this, I would appreciate so so much if you would reply to this post and let me know! the reason why its not as ideal to ask this on a03 as opposed as here, is because I would like to be able to tag you in your fanart and link it directly to both you and your work so that you can more easily see it, instead of only linking to your work in the post and then commenting a link to that same post in your fics, as that ends up feeling a little clunky.
TLDR; This sideblog was primarily meant as a place to post my fanart of YOUR writing, so I would like to determine which of you are alright with that, and additionally, if it would be ok to tag you in the post when said fanart is made. Thank you!
I would appreciate if this post was spread around so that more writers can find it, if possible!
I'm so madly inlove with him
the problem is that I'm mad at everyone except Severus Snape, you see. I've got grievances with every single person who is not him.
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.
somwere along 1993
Morning:
Severus :*walks into a Order Meeting and sees a mess on the table*
Severus : Albus it's far too early in the morning for something this repulsive!
Albus: Sirius, Severus wants you to go out and come back in a few hours.
The Order: *laughing*
Sirius:Man fuck yall.
I have a motivation
My motivation is that one day I'll see on Pinterest that someone has a drawing of snape as their wallpaper
That could be so nice
Oh and I had requests and they were really nice, so here goes.
The oc request is for: @stevenrudboys
Art Request is open
Oh and I made Snape and me as child's
Snape and James
Collab with: @desert-rotten-soul
It's a fucking musical box
you hate lily but ship jeverus???? just what's wrong with you???? that guy threatened to take his underwear off, that's straight up assault. you want that for severus????? that guy????
Let's see, let's see, let's see
I won't color it because it makes me angry that people think one thing directly without thinking that there is something more with arguments
I don't ship that, technically I hate Lily and James
James was a shitty person and when he did that he should have gone to jail, I don't doubt that there was even that and more to Snape and that's why Snape hates Harry so much, Since I might remember the trauma that James gave him, in the Latin dubbing of the movie, they called James a pig, so, it's accurate.
I know about that, it really gives you an incredible hatred for the person who does that shit to you, and more so when you don't get justice and nobody believes you or believe you because you are a outcast (I worked in hospitals, in health centers and also because of personal experiences with sexual abuse)
This is a collaboration and I'm not afraid to give my opinion that Lily and James Potter were shitty people.
Everyone idealizes Lily, they fell into the same thing as Snape, that she is supposedly an angel
She LET her "friend" SUFFER FOR IT
She couldn't even tell anyone?, but above all
WHERE WERE THE TEACHERS?!
DID THEY TURN A BLIND EYE WHEN A STUDENT WAS ABUSED?!
Obviously Snape screwed up really hard, he is a victim and an aggressor at the same time.
A victimizer
In particular, I hate Snape shipping with the Marauders, or Lily or Lucius or anyone who isn't in their right mind or doesn't treat Snape with descent.
I don't make ships, I rarely make ships, I only draw characters, and if this is a collaboration of this character with James, it's because I like the person with whom I do the collaboration.
My thinking is based on that, not the ship, so kindly I ask you to not assume nonsense that no one told you, thank you sweetie, have a nice day <3
I also don't doubt that just because of a ship people are not good people, it's stupid to assume that, unless they make ships with minors, that is, maps, or make incestuous ships...
And yes, I'm pro Snape, But at the same time we have to remember that we shouldn't fight over a stupid thing like this, even so, it makes me nervous that they believe nonsense about me when they don't even know me
THE HOGWARTS COMMERCIAL
With my voice included!!
I hope you can love this!!
Why Remus isn't there?, he's so shy how to present himself to the public
I was making this picrew and it ended up looking like teenage Severus
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.
“He doesn’t like anything, much,” said Snape. “Severus?” A little smile twisted Snape’s mouth when she said his name.
It baffles me how some people still see nine year old Snape as this creepy, obsessive stalker fixated on Lily. I mean, just look at that tiny smile he gives when Lily says his name! That’s not the smile of someone plotting or obsessing—it’s the pure, simple reaction of a lonely little boy.
Think about it. Severus Snape, a child who’s grown up without much love or attention, finally hears someone he cares about calling him by his first name in such a familiar, affectionate way. Of course, he lights up. That small smile says it all he’s thrilled, maybe even a little overwhelmed, to feel a genuine connection with someone who sees him as more than just a troubled boy. It’s not creepy; it’s heartbreaking.
In that moment, Snape wasn’t a stalker or a villain. He was just a kid craving kindness and friendship. So how could anyone look at that scene and not see the tragedy behind his smile?
I was talking with my friend last night and we got to the topic of Severus, more specifically how everybody sees/thinks of Sev differently. He then described what his teen Sev looks like in his head, and ofc i had to doodle it :]
ah, so clever, so evil
muhahaha.
Su Facebook è nato un nuovo gruppo: Young Snape. Abbiamo intenzione di parlare dei romanzi di Harry Potter, del videogioco Hogwarts Mistery, di pubblicare fanfiction e fumetti. Tutti sono bene accetti a patto di non creare dissidi tra le Case di appartenenza.
Se volete aiutarci a crescere, contattateci.
REGOLE DEL GRUPPO YOUNG SNAPE SU FACEBOOK
1) Si trattano le persone con gentilezza e rispetto. Le emoji che ridono fuori contesto e senza messaggi scritti non sono gradite. I post contestati per qualunque motivo, vanno segnalati in privato agli admin o ai moderatori. Va sempre notificato per iscritto il motivo di eventuali ammonimenti, blocchi o ban su un utente.
2) Questo è un gruppo di lingua italiana. Inglese, tedesco, giapponese ecc. sono lingue secondarie. L'inglese è una lingua necessaria, ma non deve sostituire completamente l'italiano. È gradito un post tradotto in entrambe le lingue, per il resto, sta all' intuito di ognuno.
3) Non è consentito fotografare persone senza il loro permesso, nemmeno celebrità o cosplayers.
4) È vietato pubblicare fan fiction dai contenuti sessuali troppo espliciti.
Snape che legge: illustrazione di Marina Musatova
È venuto il momento di fare il punto della situazione. 😇
Qualche giorno fa, su Facebook ho invitato una persona a partecipare al gruppo (Professor Snape) di cui ero co-amministratrice. L'intenzione era semplicemente quella di scusarmi per una cattiva azione involontaria, tuttavia ho agito superficialmente con un gruppo che non era mio: Sarah McKenzie A, questo il nome della tipa, non ci ha pensato due volte a cambiare nome al gruppo, sostituire la copertina, cancellare l'album e la chat (che stava andando bene dopo mesi di spam) per concentrare tutta l'attenzione su di sé e sul suo gruppo principale: Snape Collection.
Così, Professor Snape è diventato The Potion Master's Guild, decine di utenti sono stati sbattuti fuori senza un perché e rimossi i post precedenti, le regole imposte comprendevano assurdità che poteva pensare la Umbridge, come "non idealizzare le arti oscure" (e chi le idealizza? 🙆).
Una preponderanza ingiustificata di AI ha suscitato le proteste di alcune persone, me compresa, che non brillo in intelligenza in certe situazioni. Chi ha avuto da ridire è stato sospeso o bannato, io sono stata degradata, bannata e ho ricevuto uno shadow ban (non posso nemmeno vedere). Chieste spiegazioni in privato, Sarah giura di non avermi fatto niente, che non è colpa sua se l'ho invitata come admin. Dietro mie insistenze, mi accusa di avere un carattere violento (😅😂😂😂😋) insinua che sono un fake e blocca la conversazione, perché non vuole più avere a che fare con me. 😲🥲🤣
Oggi, vengo a sapere che The Potion Master's Guild è diventato un gruppo privato.
Non che ci fosse molto da piratare: talvolta abbiamo uno Snape irriconoscibile, come quello del gatto, che sembra un cartone giapponese Yaoi (incentrato sulle coppie ragazzo/ragazzo).
E Snape che fa la corte a Sailor Moon non ha proprio senso... ma lei non stava con Marzio?...🤔
Morale della favola: se avete voglia di scrivere recensioni negative, rallentare le attività del gruppo The Potion Master, boicottare i rapporti personali tra admin e così via, non mi metterò a piangere. Purché rientri nei limiti dell'etica, del buon senso e della legalità. Per esempio, è inaccettabile mandare al diavolo o addirittura insultare con termini omofobi.
Se Sarah ritiene che io abbia un carattere "violento", mi dispiacerebbe deluderla, povera ragazza... 🥲
Intanto, le mie discussioni su Tiktok contro eventuali atti di bullismo hanno indotto il responsabile a cancellare il proprio account, assieme a tutti gli altri video. E Tiktok mi ha ripristinato un video che aveva rimosso, facendomi le scuse.
Nel mio gruppo (Young Snape) sono tutti benvenuti, perché tutti siamo diversi e abbiamo diritto alle nostre opinioni; chi alimenta le divisioni non è ben visto. Con il dialogo si risolve ogni cosa. 💚❤️💛🖤