#snaps-art

quick sketch because i couldn't move on with my life until it was out of my head

muggle things

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep     Do not stand           By my grave, and weep.      I am not there,           I do not sleep— I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints in snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle, autumn rain. As you awake with morning's hush, I am the swift, up-flinging rush Of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the day transcending night.      Do not stand           By my grave, and cry—      I am not there,           I did not die.

give me a snape who has a soulmate mark on his hand

a kid/teen snape who sulked because his mark never changed colour the first time he and lily touched hands

a snape who kept trying to subtly move their hands together up to the point the friendship ended

snape who was livid when her mark lit up for james

snape who donned gloves because he couldn't bear to look at it when she died.

snape who wore the gloves religiously every day since, because he couldn't ever love anyone the way he'd loved her

snape who kept the gloves for over a decade because he didn't deserve love, even with someone else

snape who kept the gloves because it was too dangerous to risk finding someone after voldemort returned

snape who survived the war, but it didn't matter now, because nobody could ever love him in return

snape lying awake at night thinking he'd missed his chance, berating himself for his sentimentality

snape donning the gloves again anyway, because believing he's unloveable is better than having it confirmed

snape returning to work at hogwarts and thinking no more about it, because nobody here is his soulmate, he can tell you that for free

snape scoffing when a former know-it-all student is now a professor, his colleague and his peer