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@sevrssnape
SEVRSSNAPE : independent writing blog for severus snape of the harry potter series. a mix of book and film canon, with expanded headcanon influences and other meta. written by jenn, she/her, 21+. please check out my rules before approaching. more TBA here as i go. **
✘ * rules. ✘ * about.
hey guys really quick reminder that when james said “who wants to see me take off snivelly’s pants” that equals his underpants. the term pants means underwear in england it doesn’t refer to trousers. they changed this in the film but james literally removed the underwear of another person in front of a crowd just because he exists. that is sexual assault
I’m probably going to be sparse here for a bit but thank you for following and reblogging my promo pals 🥺 let me know if you’re interested in plotting and I will jump into your IMs when I can be here fully!
People always ask if your trauma changed you but I was young, I don’t know who I was before my trauma. I don’t know who I would’ve been without it and I never will know.
listen. listen to me. snape did a lot of bad and flawed things. but every single time hp fans tout that weird snape was obsessed with lily narrative, they are being as heteronormative as they come. nowhere in the text does snape’s love for lily being romantic even get confirmed. in fact, friendship is the most important theme in the whole series, and it’s in the light and attempt to honor the memory of his best friend and treasure that relationship in the only way he can that snape does everything that he does.
“ 𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖚𝖘 𝖘𝖓𝖆𝖕𝖊 wasn’t yours, ” said harry. “ S N A P E was D U M B L E D O R E ‘ S. dumbledore’s from the moment you started hunting down my mother. and you never realized it, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝. ”
Severus Snape had girly handwriting pass it on
i’m just thinking about how snape (apart from probably regulus) was literally the only character in the main novel canon that actually exhibited any other described slytherin values besides just being a literal blood purist and bigot, and how jkr had such a lazy way of just? handling slytherin in general? and how this attitude of shoving the bigoted kids into the dungeons and isolating them away from everyone else was such a legitimate reason as to why extremist groups surfaced, and how snape was a prime example of the problems of slytherin house that not a single canon character addressed at all? like he was a non neurotypical poor neglected and weird kid, subject to abuse by muggles, and then was thrown into a house with other kids who were raised by parents with bigoted views against muggles that validated his biased view against them again and again? and also thinking abt how he had to work actively to squash and work against his bigotry after realizing his mistake every single day, and sacrifice so much to be a better person, and how the only comment anyone ever has about hogwarts shoving kids with bigoted views into slytherin as an afterthought is when dumbledore is like “sometimes i think we sort too soon” insinuating that even snape, the most slytherin canon character, is also insinuated to probably not belong in slytherin. and. lmao
@proditeur said : " sev. sev! sev. sev? sev. sev. "
he’s JERKED out of his thoughts, as sharply as a feint ━━ pulled back here, forcefully, into the reality of the almost smiling, deep set, bemused eyes of REGULUS BLACK. away from the long, orange locks, turning a corner and floating away, out of sight but never of mind ━━ to the gryffindor common rooms, no doubt. the unmistakable exit of lily evans.
the name, however . . . HER NICKNAME, RATHER . . . remains poignant and here and almost comical, now ━━ sounds jarring, admittedly, in his ears from anyone else . . . as if she were as present as five moments ago but sharper and more embarrasssing. only this time, it’s low and deep, and said in the timbre of a man.
SNAPE turns around. he feels hot; his chest is heavy with sharp embarrassment. SEV. in anyone else’s voice, it sounds small. at least, though, this is regulus. it’s embarrassing, but not quite a threat. not a pointed assault. it’s a joke. maybe. and that’s something severus can hesitate with.
“ . . . ”
snape stuffs his hands in his robe pockets. his black eyes dart like scattering tadpoles at regulus, and then down at the floor.
❛ did you . . . i, uh, wasn’t going anywhere. ❜ it’s his curt defense; his way of claiming loyalty to slytherin house, an alliance he knows regulus is deeply proud of, after being caught with lily. ❛ just asking me for the -- for the POTIONS homework. ❜
*slides in* I am about to be back on my severus BS. how many of you are still active? 👀
some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )
goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.
secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.
nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.
push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.
embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.
bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.
drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.
bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.
slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.
gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.
scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.
sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.
stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.
sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.
trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.
love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.
piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.
jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs.
dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.
carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.
lighter : my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette.
shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.
wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.
fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.
hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.
gun : my muse pulls out a gun on your muse, your muse tries to talk them into putting the gun down.
betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.
nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.
karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.
laughter : my muse hears your muse laughing uncontrollably and approaches to see if they are okay.
murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.
wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.
@proditeur said:
dumbledore: u need 2 tell harry the truth it’s up to u
severus: i would literally rather DIE —
some time later severus, literally dying: fuck
sevrssnape:
snape: honestly how dare you you knew harry potter was going to have to die literally five books ago and you leave ME to tell him
dumbledore: i thought it would be a good development opportunity for you
no but honestly this shit is so funny because i’m not even sure the wizarding war would’ve been won if snape hadn’t died? like, this idiot is so emotionally stunted and physically incapable of admitting that he likes people that the only way he would’ve told harry the entire truth is probably thru death. it’s amazing, he was literally like “listen harry i know i seem villainous and treacherous so let me die gruesomely and share my braincells and peace the fuck out in lieu of any empathic mushy shit” and harry was like “ok i understand i need to hug u now” and snape was like “nah” and left just before things got emotional. i just have to stan
chcsencne:
Harry’s head has been aching all day in anticipation of his meeting with Snape. He’s tried the usual remedies ( pills, potions — nothing touches it ) and even made the mistake of inquiring Hermione for a cure ( “oh harry, I think this might be caused by stress…” “yeah, you think?” ). But nothing has touched it. Instead, he’s settled for the conciliation that he’s only a few days away from a winter break that will be spent entirely out of the reach of Snape and his nasty, intrusive grasp….
He enters the room without fanfare after knocking, forcing each leg to make one step after the other as he turns to face his instructor. Harry already feels a prick of anger somewhere dead within the meat of his headache. The lesson is hopeless, and they both know it.
“Yes, professor,” he mutters, attempting to drain away the hatred in his voice.
The side of Snape’s mouth twitches, again, in the silent response to Harry’s statement. He is STILL otherwise; his unmoving, unrelenting stare from over the bridge of his large nose enough of an indication -- his faith in his mentee is, as per usual, unchanging and less than favourable. Practically null, in fact.
❛ I can assure you, Potter, that I find these lessons to be as fulfilling as you. ❜
He moves suddenly, as if an explosive energy lies, all but contained, just barely beneath his unmoving demeanor. His robes SWISH around him, smoke-like, as he closes the heavy dungeon door behind them; it shuts with a loud, hollow bang. Snape then moves with incredible purpose, quickly, to the other end of the room. He does not look at Harry as he readies everything.
❛ The Dark Lord grows more powerful as each moment passes, ❜ he suddenly states, lowly, gripping a vial of something between his right thumb and pointer finger, back still turned to the other. The swirling liquid within is silvery and luminous, and foams. ❛ At any moment he could unveil your minds’ connections. Have you HAD any further indications . . . of such a revelation from him? ❜
snape: honestly how dare you you knew harry potter was going to have to die literally five books ago and you leave ME to tell him
dumbledore: i thought it would be a good development opportunity for you
proditeur:
You didn’t know I was here, Regulus thought to himself, eyeing the quick way with which Severus turned to him. In that he thought they were similar—people rarely noticed Regulus when he did not want them to, not because he wasn’t engaging or desired company but because his footsteps were silent and he moved so easily in and out of a space that people scarcely realized he was even there. It was different with Severus… people tended not to notice him at all.
Regulus noticed. He noticed everything.
He retrained his eyes on the top passage of the page he was on—but he wasn’t reading. People were more comfortable, he thought, when they weren’t being watched; when a person’s attention was torn between them and something else.
“—Tchaa,” he chuckled with a crooked, hidden smile. Yes, he thought, You certainly have plenty to be afraid of in here. Then he realized that part of what Severus needed to be afraid of was related to him and he wondered, as he always did, what his upperclassman really thought of that.
“That’s very bold,” he noted regardless, dropping the book down to his lap and leaning his head lackadaisically against the back of his chair, rocking it side-to-side, “I agree with it, though. Only the unprepared ever have anything to be afraid of… and you’re more prepared than you let on, aren’t you?”
Regulus craned his neck and followed Severus’ direction with his eyes, to the reflection of Lucius’ proud gallavanting in the windows. “You ought to stop staring. It could go on for hours. It’ll only make you dizzy.”
Black’s sudden intrigue, his talkative demeanor, his way of reaching out & communicating . . . is doing more than making Severus a touch uncomfortable; it’s infuriating him. His nostrils flare; this is apparent in the gray window’s glass, if one had wanted to observe. But the irateness is aimed, unbeknownst or understood even by Severus, not at the other, but inward. WHY HAD HE ALLOWED ANYONE INTO HIS HEAD?
The other Slytherins hardly paid Severus mind enough on the best of days -- the rest of the time he remained as invisible as a black phantom in the shadows, left to his own devices of experimentation and precision. Just the way he liked it. Someone like Regulus, a figure oftentimes as quiet as he, but with a certain poise and strength that accompanied only those wizards born into wealth and nobility, was never quite someone Severus wanted to be seen by. Too risky. Thankfully, Regulus made this easy; he had really never made any kind of attempt to do as such. The two coexisted thus in a certain brand of silent understanding; I’ll stay out of your way, and you’ll stay out of mine. And so this present conversation is uncharacteristic; Regulus, offering him a praise -- calling him bold?
Severus does not like people acting unpredictably . . .
Is this, perhaps, another cruel joke? Is he up to something with the other Slytherins? Severus considers attempting a nonverbal Legillimens, and brushing against his mind just enough to get a sense . . . but he knows Regulus is probably prepared for such things, and decides not to attempt it. Sirius Black is, of course, a sworn enemy of Severus, but Regulus, the younger brother, sorted into his own House, has admittedly never given him any reason to fight. He is a different kind of opponent.
❛ I am as prepared as anyone else, ❜ Severus responds too quickly, and perhaps in this more revealing than he had wanted to be. ❛ No wizard can truly prepare themselves for the Dark Lord’s forces; what he is capable of. ❜ Lucius Malfoy often spoke similarly, and Malfoy is well-liked among his peers . . . revered, it seems, taken seriously; at least, he seemed to be, even if not by Severus. It is thus a feeble attempt at distracting focus away from oneself. He does not often have to do this, and so he is poor at it. Embarrassed, also, that Regulus has seemed to notice Severus is watching Malfoy, he immediately tears his gaze away from the reflection at his second statement, and instead focuses a deep, unrelenting glare on his Housemate. Regulus is too still, too calm, Severus observes . . . and yet, his face reveals nothing. No ill intent. In his lap lies flat an opened book, like a plane, and Severus glances down at it for a moment, and then back up into his eyes. ❛ I am not staring. ❜ He is just . . . distracting.
