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(( A couple of eons ago I promised I’d draw some Crackship! Dove/Snape inspired by this comic from Hark! A Vagrant
I kept my promise -w-b ))
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@ask-flip-frost / @half-blood-master-of-potions
(( A couple of eons ago I promised I’d draw some Crackship! Dove/Snape inspired by this comic from Hark! A Vagrant
I kept my promise -w-b ))
Lost And Found
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“You look silly!”
That was the little girl’s first response to encountering the man before her.
Honestly all the people here looked rather weird to her; dressed in long robes, ladies wearing pointy hats, and elderly men with ridiculously long beards and other goofy hairdo’s. And then there was this tall man, with his noticeable nose among other traits, drawing the child’s attention even more than the other passersby.
Compared to everyone around her however, she was the odd one out with her denim overall and vibrant green sweater. She looked to be a muggle girl, rather than the young little witch she was. Especially since she seemed to have no clue about the magic world of wizards and witches.
How she got here in this world, she wasn’t quite sure. All she knew was that she’d been playing in a nearby park when suddenly she’d noticed a small door in a big old tree. Curiosity got the better of her and she opened it, crawling into the small opening. And the end of the tunnel was a narrow alley leading right to where she was now.
That in itself was weird, but even weirder was that the tunnel disappeared after she came through it! So now she was in this strange place without a way back home...
half-blood-master-of-potion:
I would have surmised that he had more something along the lines of anatidaephobia~
“I’m telling you, I’m not being irrational. That duck watching me is real.”
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Their first impression:
Dove’ first impression of Snape was that the guy is a horrible sourpuss who can’t even take a joke. Irritating to deal with.
Their current impression:
Still a sourpuss, but his reactions to Dove’s teasing and harassment are priceless. Dove is starting to enjoy their bantering.
What they like the most about your muse:
Snape knows his shit and this ol’ ex-Ravenclaw can appreciate someone who’s knowledgeable and well-versed.
What they dislike the most about your muse:
The fact that Snape purposely intimidates young and still fragile students. He could be a little less harsh with them so Dove doesn’t have to find them sobbing in a corner of the library afterwards.
What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.):
They’re frenemies. Although the rest of the school probably thinks they’re lovers after all the teasing and flirting from Dove :’D
A general opinion of their relationship:
What they have is beautiful :’D
If applicable, something they wish to reveal:
Dove may or may not be holding some of Snape’s books hostage currently.
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[Text: OB~viously Draco] I’ve noticed my stores of Dreamless Sleep Potion have gone missing after your visits. Overdosing is very dangerous… you don’t have to admit it, but I would advise you to seek help. [Text: OB~viously Draco] Do not make my mistakes. Even if it seems there is no help, there is always at least one person to keep you going in dark times.
[Text: Other Dad] It wasn’t me. [Text: Other Dad] I didn’t take them, i swear.
"...Are you breathing?" ➛Poke them
Sybill barely registered the voice; the brief jab at her arm startled her out of her reverie. She had been trying to focus on a vision she had recently had, struggling to remember the details of it. And now Severus had gone and distracted her.
“What? Yes, of course I’m breathing.”
Giving him a disapproving look, she shook her head and continued eating, deciding the vision could wait until later.
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Their first impression:
‘I should probably not anger this man in any way…’
Their current impression:
‘I definitely should not anger this man in any way.’
What they like the most about your muse:
He will deal with anyone bullying and harrassing her during his classes. They won’t get a chance because his eyes seem to notice everything and they get punished for disrupting class.
What they dislike the most about your muse:
The fact that his dislike for the librarian, a friend she spends a lot of time with, seems to automatically make him dislike her and pick on her as well. Unfair, in her opinion.
What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.):
He’s firstly a teacher, and while he’s not quite an enemy, she does not feel comfortable around him at all. He unnerves, if not intimidates her and she’d rather avoid him outside of his classes.
A general opinion of their relationship:
He probably means well and is just strict? But it doesn’t come across that way most of the time.
If applicable, something they wish to reveal:
She does kinda appreciate his help whenever he tries to teach her how to better do the things she struggles with. She just wishes he could be a tad nicer about it :’D
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There was a blinding flash of light, followed by a loud, grating crash as a somewhat old fashioned bathtub appeared in the professor’s office and scraped across the floor, sparks flying from the clawed feet as it skidded into the desk. Despite being tucked into a crash position, the tub’s occupant seemed more than a little shaken as he slowly raised his head, revealing not a man, but a bird... man. The strange creature raised a feathered hand to slide a pair of tiny glasses into place, blinking as he looked around his new surroundings.
“Um... h-hello? Sorry about... well, um... everything...”