Always Ever Us

Crying, love you Jay, love you Luc, love you homo S, love you Quinn, and everyone who always supports my art with likes and reblogs and delicious screaming comments i write in my journal (I'm literally only here because of you guys, love you so much D'X)

i have been nothing but a stress puddle cuz i can't afford my net bill anymore and i didn't think i can get back, but unbelievably here i am for this month!! CRYING 🖤♥️🖤♥️🖤♥️

I just made this cuz as much i wish i can just continue to be bursting with endless art posts, I have no options as to how to keep going online but these (thank you for reading):

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thank you always for everything and being with me as i draw in secret, with my hands and feet and with all the love i can muster to share it here for u all <3

Snapetober Day 17: Mirror

Snapetober Day 17: Mirror

This is from 2023, and I kinda forgot to post it, but I thought about it again because there was no Snapecase this year :/. This is called 'Nineteen', and I made it for last year's Snapecase.

Every time the Order met, he repeated the ritual: vanishing quietly when no one was watching, using his skills as a spy to move with precise, practiced ease. He would make his way to that little hiding place, whose existence he had overheard during a casual conversation between Black and Lupin. With unflappable composure, he would take the cigarettes as though it were an ordinary act in his routine.

And days later, when he returned, he would find Black furious, storming out of the library and shouting about who had dared to meddle with his belongings. Severus would merely watch impassively. He knew his actions would go unnoticed, while chaos brewed in the Black household. When Molly Weasley, concerned, asked about the source of the commotion, Black never gave specifics but continued his tirade, angrily calling for Lupin. In those moments, Severus didn’t smile, but deep down, the fifteen-year-old version of himself relished every second of it.

"It seems that, in addition to his dignity, Black has also started to lose his mind," he remarked on one occasion, his tone utterly devoid of emotion.

He never actually smiled, but it brought him genuine satisfaction to see Lupin and Arthur Weasley draw their wands to restrain Black before he could lunge at him. An even greater delight came one day when Severus overheard Black talking to Lupin in desperation, wondering aloud if he truly was losing his sanity. Black swore that the pack had contained twenty cigarettes just days ago, but now only ten remained—and he hadn’t smoked them. Lupin, unbothered, suggested he might need more sleep. But Severus knew it wasn’t a matter of insomnia or madness. It was a simple trick, and the thought of it filled him with a deep, quiet satisfaction, like an old, private joke only he understood.

“Mr. Weasley.”

TFW you keep calling your professor a vampire and one day he just proves you right.