#xavcry

[indieassociation-blog]

mun: Bells ↳ ( xavcry )

Myers-Briggs:     INFJ Enneagram:     6w2 ↳ stacking:     spsosx Alignment:      Lawful Good Kinsey Scale:     0 Hogwarts House:     Gryffindor Temperament:     phlegmatic

[estrangedtraitor]

starter for xavcry

     “You haven’t written ANYTHING yet?”

                              Andromeda was always cautious of Avery, but if she intended to pass her Potions OWL then this working relationship had to succeed. 

                                        “C’mon, I can’t afford to fail this essay.”

[licnbcrn]

♥ (coz idk)

 Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?

That depends entirely on who she’s sleeping with. The way Lily is, and a very defining feature of her personality is that in most of her verses she believes (wrongly so) that men only want her for sex. It’s very rare that she’ll cuddle after sex, mostly because a lot of her partners aren’t the cuddling type. However, if she is in a RELATIONSHIP, she wants nothing more than to cuddle with her partner. 

After care wise, she showers, makes sure she’s all cleaned up.  

[saturninebravery]

☩ Dark Beginnings

It had been yet another intense day for the young Severus Snape, the grim-looking, greasy loser everyone loved to hate for no apparent reason other than the fact that he was an ugly, smug looking Slytherin. No one really managed nor wanted to see through the unappealing shell except Lily Evans, his dearest friend - no one really bothered. But he'd gotten used to it after two years, really. Hogwarts had not been the wonderful place he'd expected, it was full of rivalries, bullies and idiots - but then again, when did anything ever live up to his expectations? The truth was that Severus was fragile. A tender heart shrouded in an armour he was gradually building, hopeful it would one day be impenetrable. A scowl twisted his sullen features, making him appear uglier than he actually was; he ignored disdainful looks with all the dignity he could muster, striding past the halls filled with chattering students who were without a care in the world -people he'd grown to despise- to reach the dungeons leading to the Slytherin common room. He usually didn't expect his fellow house-mates to be too friendly, they mostly ignored him or used him for home-work; the older ones were somewhat intimidating, and Severus preferred to be unseen than to be targeted, so he usually kept quiet and held his head low. This was one such occasion as he entered the empty common room, save for the dark blonde student draped across one of the sumptuous arm chairs in front of the blazing fireplace. He recognised him to be the notorious Avery, a grotesquely tall third year with a penchant for mischief, detention and pureblood lunacy. He’d of course heard rumours about the dark quality of his misconduct, and suppressing a shiver he indulged in a passing, wicked wish to inflict said conduct on a certain insufferable bunch of Gryffindors that made it their daily goal to torment him with target practice. Out of obligatory deference for the other’s renowned status he muttered a barely audible greeting as he expertly slunk past him, hoping he would not be heard altogether lest the other decided to unleash his apparent boredom on the younger student. Unlikely, but Severus very much doubted Avery would feel inclined to generosity anytime soon, and he'd had quite enough misery for one day. Indifference was, as he had learnt very early on, the most cherished and least troublesome disposition.