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this is an independent and highly selective role play blog featuring Severus Snape from J.K Rowling's Harry Potter series.

[intristitia]

         Welcome ! This is an independent, private, and highly selective role play blog featuring SEVERUS SNAPE from J.K rowling's HARRY POTTER series! please feel free to read my rules and browse severus' about page before following.

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[intristitia]

i remembered my login -

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Jane Austen, Persuasion

[dionysian-mystery]

I'm not a whole person and I don't think I ever will be. Parts of me died in the home I grew up in and I visit them in dreams.

[flowerytale]

Margaret Atwood, from The Testaments

[itsthegreenaesthetic]

[flowerytale]

Jenny Hval, from Girls Against God

[de-morte]

“I do not want to linger in a light that fades, for darkness has always been under my skin, unfading, permanent. Uncheated.”

— Channing M

[kfleminem]

Final scene from Russian Ark (2002).

[flowerytale]

Christina Rossetti, from "Echo", The Complete Poems

[malfaith]

@intristitia

' If I have to hear you drone on about those bloody birds one more time I will poison the lot of them. '

Lucius looks primly affronted, the picture of the white birds he's been speaking about. He makes a very firm note never to leave Severus alone with Hannibal or Alexander. "Perhaps you should adopt an animal yourself, Severus. Having something to take care of changes a man." He knows having Draco changed him, but by the way Severus talks about his students, he doesn't recommend children. He imagines Severus would be like Andrew, who pays as little attention to his son as possible and lets his mother raise him alone. "Perhaps a kneazle."

[intristitia]

    ‘ That’s the most ridiculous suggestion you’ve ever made. ’ He sees very little value in having something else to take care of. Perhaps Lucius finds some sort of fulfillment in housing the various creatures — allowing them to make a mess of their surroundings and exhibit boisterous behaviour; he, on the other hand, finds no such merit. As it were, he has enough on his plate already.

    ‘ Perhaps they’d come in handy should we ever experience some unexpected famine; other than that, I hardly see any use for the beasts. ’

[flowerytale]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

[slytherinnpride]

“You know, I sometimes think we sort too soon!”

[mcflymemes]

"I THOUGHT..." PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

i thought we were becoming more than friends.

i thought you were going to kiss me.

i thought you were going to propose.

i thought you felt the same way.

i thought you loved it when i did this.

i thought we'd be friends forever.

i thought you said you'd behave.

i thought we were going to live happily ever after.

i thought you believed in love at first sight.

i thought you would hate me forever.

i thought we agreed to wait until we got home to do this.

i thought about you every single day.

i thought about our future.

i thought about what you said yesterday.

i thought you knew.

i thought that's what you wanted.

i thought i knew you better than this.

i thought there would be more.

i thought i knew everything about you.

i thought something good would come out of this.

i thought there was a way out of this.

i thought you would stop me.

i thought everyone was staring at me.

i thought you left me.

i thought we were more than this.

i thought everything was going according to plan.

i thought you said you had all the answers.

i thought we were going to spend the rest of our lives together.

i thought you loved me.

i thought i knew what to do, but i don't.

i thought everything would just fall into place.

i thought about it for a long time.

i thought you'd choose me.

i thought i loved you, but maybe i imagined things.

i thought we might just sit down and talk for a while.

i thought you'd be here later.

i thought you said you hated things like this.

i thought you were scared of heights.

i thought you told me to leave.

i thought i heard you come in.

i thought we agreed to never speak of it again.

i thought you could get us out of here.

i thought i deserved better than this.

i thought you hated me.

i thought you were with someone else.

i thought that was a dream.

i thought you loved that.

i thought there would be more people here.

i thought you had a key.

i thought you'd never ask.

i thought our love was enough for you.

i thought i could come in.

i thought that was yours.

i thought i heard your footsteps in the hall.

i thought you might be up.

i thought you went to bed an hour ago.

i thought your parents hated me.

[obscsionada]

@intristitia hit the ♡

closure. it was something she had wanted for years from him, from their.. relationship. something that could have been more but never was. truthfully, lily wasn't even sure if he would have read her letter, much less agreed to meet at a muggle cafe- after all, he was too good for muggle things, was he not? just like he had become too good to remain her friend. at least that's how she saw it. how it had felt.

the redhead had felt him before she saw him, the familiar sense of comfort his presence had once brought her. a soft smile formed on her lips as she watched him sit across from her, hands wrapping around her mug as if to ensure they stayed there instead of reaching across the table for him. "You came."

[intristitia]

     At first he had assumed the letter to be some sort of joke. One constructed by those who’d previously loved to torture him — during his youth — to torment familiar prey and see if they could gouge a reaction from him once more. However… He’d spent just as much, if not more time studying the familiar handwriting during those days; the same exact writing that etched each word into ivory sheets (sheets that remained folded, neatly, beneath his breast pocket — kept close, as if the act of losing them would diminish his chance of seeing her completely).

     If there was so much as a glimmer of doubt in his mind as to who the true sender may be, such doubt was diminished entirely by a strong feeling of need.

     Seeing those eyes flick up and meet his own: for a moment, he remains stagnant. Rooted in place by the mere look on her face; his mind urging him to go forward when his entire being protests. 

     Eventually, he steps forward. Extends a hand and removes a chair in order to situate himself upon it. He doesn’t dare look at her again — for despite his gaze being locked on emerald skies, he did manage to catch a glimpse at the smile she wore. He instead looks elsewhere; stares down at the table. His own hands clasped tightly, folded on his lap. 

     ‘ Was that not what you were expecting? ’

[intristitia]

not me peeping the dash and seeing

to which severus agrees 1000% couldn't have asked for a better outcome.

@obscsionada

[weltenwellen]

Sonia Sanchez, from "For Tupac Amaru Shakur"