Nobody:
My brain: Atom bomb 💣 Baby👶 little atom⚛️ Bomb 🤯 I want her 💃 in my wig💇♀️ wam 💥 she’s just the way 👉👉👉 I want her to be 💕💗😱 A million 💯💯💯 times hotter 🔥🔥 than T N T 🧨🧨🧨
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i would like the world to know that i was forced to draw that but none other than lily herself </3
erm. who is lily? ew. sounds like an evil little gremlin name, they sound weird. imagine liking xiao’s feet?? AHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA (convincing cackle) could definitely NEVER, EVER, BE ME.
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Looking for RPs
I rp over on Discord. I like to rp different things, some of which I'll have listed below, but feel free to reach out if there isn't something listed. I have too many interests to list.
I'm primarily looking for the following in an rp/rp partner:
19+ Years Old, NO MINORS!
Lit, Semi-Lit style with the occasional Script
No OCs preferred, Canon x Canon only!
SFW, NSFW, and ERP
I have no triggers at this time to list, but I will update if it changes
AUs Welcome
Here is a list of my current rp interests and who I rp as that come to mind, bold is most desired:
BNHA (Bakugou, Denki, Deku, Shouto, Ochaco, Toga, Rumi, Camie)
Haikyu!! (Oikawa, Hinata)
Harry Potter, Golden Trio & Marauders Era (GT: Harry, Draco, Hermione, Luna || M: Pandora, Alice, Narcissa, Lucius)
The Ancient Magus Bride (Chise)
Teen Wolf (Stiles)
The Creature Cafe series (Flexible)
The Darkest Powers series (Chloe)
Love is an Illusion! (Hye-sung)
My Happy Marriage (Miyo)
The Graceling (Katsa)
Hazbin Hotel (Alastor)
If you're interested in rping, please feel free to message me here or on Discord! My Discord tag is apple.dapple, I'll reply as soon as I can.
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Falls the Shadow, chapter 7
Read on Ao3
THE DARKEST DAYS, a multi-part, canon-compliant series spanning from 1975-1981, covering the events of the First Wizarding War. Follows Lily, Sev, and the Marauders through their final years at Hogwarts to the end of the war, as friendships are put to the test and the Wizarding World crumbles around them... READ FROM THE BEGINNING
CHAPTER 7: The Hunt
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James Potter is standing there, in the midst of a huddle of wizards which includes an excitable Slughorn, and on his arm—
Something like a heavy, molten weight seems to thud down throughout Sev’s body, rooting him to the spot; the room seems to slide momentarily out of focus, then back again; he’s conscious of a sudden painful sensation in his palms and realises he’s curled his fists so tightly that his nails are digging into his palms…
She looks beautiful, because of course she does, radiant in midnight blue dress robes and her hair swept up simply, revealing her neck… Sev wants to drink in the sight of her like he always does, but for her expression of contentment, and, perhaps, admiration (Sev feels his knees threaten to give way at the thought) as she gazes up at James Potter.
Neither of them notices his presence as he stands there, staring at them, unable to grapple with what he’s seeing.
To his horror Sev begins to feel a hot, prickling sensation behind his eyeballs— he has to get out of there, and he looks wildly around for Nicola. Finally he sees her, still deep in conversation with Giacomo Zabini… but she’s looking straight at Severus— her eyes slide towards Potter, then back— and a cold, triumphant smile draws across her face before she turns back to Zabini.
She knew, Sev realises. Nicola knew and led him right into it. He doesn’t wait a second longer but tears for the door, heedless of anyone in his way.
He trips into a House-elf bearing a tray of used glasses; they both go sprawling to the ground, a million bits of glass spraying everywhere and the silver tray skidding across the ground with an awful clatter— Sev doesn’t stop to help, doesn’t look to see if anyone’s noticed; he picks himself up, feeling glass shards bite into the palms of his hands, and bursts out into the mercifully empty corridor.
A short distance away, where he’s sure no stray partygoers will find him, Sev allows himself to sink down to the floor, shoulders shaking with uncontainable rage.
He sniffs loudly, wipes at his nose with his sleeve, and starts picking bits of glass out of his hair. It’s something he’s had to do many times at home, but on none of those occasions has he felt quite so miserable and sorry for himself.
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