#sev's thoughts

[starseverance]

Honestly, I'm so proud of the ex-antis and closeted proshippers that I know follow me. It takes a lot to get out of that mentality and what it does to you, and to admit that you were wrong and start over. Especially if you had shitty friends

[starseverance]

I mean, his official tumblr account did!

In all seriousness, no idea if he'd say that or not. If he did there would probably be more slurs involved.

pegging isnt gay. if you're a guy, and a woman pegs you, that's heterosexual, not gay

[ro-written]

Yes yes possessive Sevika, yada yada…but let me offer…Sevika with a femme who has so much attitude and sass…and when someone is giving eyes towards Sev?

Sevika has all of 30 seconds to get her femme out the building before she’s having to step between her femme and the bitch person giving Sev eyes because femme went off on them

Update: Okay the worms in my brain got to me and i did it

[fellhellion]

the way fans try so desperately to divide Helena and Helly into seperate people instead of recognising that this is one person now at war with herself when divorced from the influence of her upbringing is so bizarre. “She’s starving Helly, can you believe?!” she’s starving herself, of whom Helly is both a half and whole of and vice versa, hope this helps 👍

[poitionsprince]

Pomfrey taking care of her wife with a blink of an eye; +100000000 aura

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

In love with the idea that innie lwj is bouncing off the walls constantly. No emotional regulation. No social skills. Pure chaos. He deserves it

Given what we know about Drunk LWJ, it stands to reason a severed version of him would be also uninhibited and unfiltered.

If his outie has tamed his tempers, his innie is collecting them like a child at an unmonitored candy bowl.

[tricksterringmaster]

me and you now, little one.

[baisemains]

Hands Off

Melvika Week 2025 - Day 4: Possessive (@melvikaweek2025)

mel medarda x sevika

word count: 3.3k

contains: smut again!, jealousy, fingering, oral, semi public sex, top!mel, bottom!sev, hickeys, mel is mean and sev loves it (so do i), lest appearance 😼

description: mel is not the jealous type, but the only person in the world who can get under her skin just showed up to this gala, and her wife sevika makes the fatal mistake of talking to her.

ao3 link | spotify playlist

mel medarda masterlist // sevika masterlist

Striding into the grand ballroom with purpose, a commanding presence steals the attention of everyone she passes, courteous nods and greetings following her trek to the center of the room. Emerald eyes scan the busy room for one particular person, but her search comes up empty. Mel Medarda is attending her company's annual ball and fundraiser, which she's been asked to speak at later on, but her attention at the moment is only focused on finding her wife. Once she glances around a second time and still doesn't see her, she decides to head for the bar and wait for her there.

"Excuse me, miss." Mel pauses in her tracks as a wide grin spreads onto her face. She would recognize that voice anywhere.

"Would you mind telling me how my outfit looks?"

Spinning on her toes, she comes face to face with the woman she's been waiting on. Taking in the sight, Sevika is draped in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, hugging her body in all the right places, and her short hair is slicked back save for one particular piece that swoops down in front of her forehead. She looks absolutely dashing.

"That good, huh?"

Mel's swooning is interrupted by her wife's cocky remark and she reaches a slender hand up to her bowtie, adjusting it. "You clean up well."

Sevika throws her head back in a laugh, tickled by the shorter woman's insistence to keep her ego in check. Once she feels supple skin wrap around her hand, she looks down at their interlocked fingers and lets herself be led towards the bar, conversation beginning to flow.

"Ready for your big speech later?"

Sevika’s question is met with a sigh and roll of her eyes from Mel as they both sidle over to the bar counter. “I suppose,” she mumbles, propping her chin up on a closed fist.

They each order a drink, and the older of the two turns toward her wife, chuckling at her slumped figure, watching as her thumb mindlessly rubs the stem of her glass.

“You don’t sound too enthusiastic,” she teases, sipping her whiskey.

"They have me recycle the same talking points every year, it's so unimaginative."

Sevika can’t stop the smirk on her face from growing, already well aware of her wife’s annoyance at retelling the same story whenever this night rolls back around. She leans in closer to Mel, her free hand reaching for her waist.

“I know, but they love to hear you talk. It’s good for morale.”

“No, they don’t, they tolerate me,” she grumbles, leaning into her wife’s touch. Mel can feel her cheeks warm when Sevika moves in even closer, pulling her in until they’re practically chest to chest. The warmth of her breath grazes her cheek, and she fights the urge to shiver.

“It’s cute when you try to be humble,” the taller woman murmurs, eyes roaming over Mel's perfectly made up face.

“Maybe I’m just trying to be considerate,” she retorts, returning a wandering gaze over Sevika's chiseled features. Her eyes linger on her neck, taking in the bobbing of her throat as she swallows, and she has to stop herself from reaching up to run a finger along it.

Their joint reverie is broken when the chairman of the event hurriedly rushes over to them and asks to speak to Mel privately about her speech. Sevika leans just out of his sight and makes a comical face at the other woman, mimicking his expressions.

Mel purses her lips together, attempting to keep her composure at her wife's antics, but the corner of her mouth betrays her as it twitches into a smile. With a gracious nod, she gives Sevika a warning look, signaling silently to behave while she's gone. She then places her glass on the counter and leaves with the chairman, discussing details as they walk towards the main area.

The man leads Mel to the side of the ballroom where several other members of the committee are standing, and when she glances over her shoulder, she's able to see Sevika in the distance, looking right at her, still sipping her drink. Shooting her a smile, Mel turns back to the conversation in front of her, listening to the other people talk about what she can and cannot mention in her speech. Internally rolling her eyes as she's done this many times before, she peeks back towards the bar to catch a glimpse of her favorite person, but what she sees instead turns her stomach.

Her eyes fall on Lest, her wife's ex, who has found her way over to where Sevika is standing. She watches as the woman slides in with a sultry smile, laying a manicured hand dangerously close to the one her wife has placed on the counter. Mel can't tear her eyes away as Lest says something she can't decipher, and her heart twinges when she sees Sevika laugh in response.

As Mel and the others continue with their talk, her mind is in two places at once as she keeps herself engaged in their dialogue while also keeping a watchful eye on the scene unfolding at the bar. Sevika's put a more appropriate amount of space between them, but the fact that she's still engaging in conversation is making Mel's skin itch.

She can see Lest talking, and from the way her body moves, it's clear that she's flirting, but Sevika isn't doing anything to encourage her, so Mel relaxes slightly. But then her eyes catch sight of a smirk on the other woman's face, and she slides a card across the counter, grazing Sevika's hand.

That's what finally breaks Mel's patience. She turns back to the committee members and interrupts them, asking if there's anything more they need from her. Upon hearing they don't, she makes a beeline straight for the bar, eyes locked onto her wife. Luckily for Lest, she disappears into the crowd before Mel finally reaches the area. Sevika is caught off guard when she notices a certain shorter woman heading back over, and as she stops in front of her, she can tell immediately that something is off.

"Hey," she starts with a smile, "I thought you were still–"

She's interrupted as slender fingers grip her wrist, and before she knows what's happening, Sevika is being pulled away from her unfinished drink and through a back door into an empty hall.

"Wait–!"

Any further words Sevika wants to say are cut off as her back is roughly pressed against a wall and she finds herself pinned by the blazing emerald gaze of her wife. Mel is silent and her body hovers close, her hand still wrapped firmly around Sevika's wrist. "What was Lest saying to you?"

Sevika can feel a slight shiver run down her spine at the intensity of her stare and her tight grip. Even still, she tries to keep her cool, not wanting to give her any more reason to be upset. "She was just saying hello, asking how I've been."

Mel lets out a scoff, jealousy clouding her judgement. "Just asking how you've been? Looked to me like she was flirting." Her eyes narrow as she looks at Sevika, searching for any indication that her gut feeling is correct.

"Okay, yes, she tried, but I told her I was happily married and have been for a while now, so she stopped right away and then we just talked about work."

A huff of annoyance leaves Mel as Sevika explains her interaction with the other woman, but some of the tension in her body seems to loosen. "And you didn't think to stop talking to her once she started flirting with you?"

Now it's Sevika's turn to scoff. "And what was I supposed to do, walk away in the middle of the conversation? We're both a part of this event, that wouldn't look good for me or you."

Mel knows that her wife has a point, but the frustration building inside of her is making her stubborn. Her grip on Sevika's wrist hasn't relented and she pulls her even further towards her until their bodies are pressed up against each other. Sevika feels Mel’s body melds into her own, their faces now only inches away. She can sense the heat radiating off the shorter woman, and she wants to melt into her touch, but something is off.

"What has gotten into you?" she asks, voice low. “You’ve never acted like this before.”

"I don't like the way she was looking at you," Mel huffs, still refusing to back down.

There's a hint of possessiveness in her voice, and it's not something Sevika has heard very often during their marriage. It ignites something in her, a mixture of confusion and arousal. Sevika decides to tread carefully, not wanting to add a layer of fuel to the already burning fire within Mel. She swallows the lump in her throat, trying to keep her voice steady.

"You don't need to worry, sweetheart, I only have eyes for you."

A predatory smile graces Mel's normally delicate features, and Sevika realizes she's in danger. "I know that, but I think I think you need a reminder."

Smashing their mouths together, Mel gives her wife no time to react before she begins biting and sucking at her lips, anger evident in her touch. Sevika is taken aback by the sudden change in behavior from her usually composed wife. Mel's kiss is aggressive and demanding, stealing the air from her lungs. Her free hand comes up to rest on Mel's hip, fingers gripping her more firmly as she attempts to get in a word but is silenced again by an insistent tongue.

"Mel–"

Any further protests are immediately silenced when Sevika feels a strong thigh slide in between her legs, causing her to gasp out loud. Mel presses herself against Sevika's body, pinning her in place and continuing her assault on her lips. She tries to keep up with the kiss but can't help the little noises she's making as Mel grinds her leg against her with purpose.

Feeling a firm grip pulling at her zipper, Sevika breaks the kiss and clamps her hand down on her wife's as her wide eyes flick around the empty hallway. "What are you doing, someone could walk in at any second!"

Mel shifts to press open mouth kisses under the taller woman's jaw, smirking into the skin there. "Guess you should've thought of that earlier, hm?" She frees her hand and continues her earlier movements, yanking open Sevika's pants and shoving her hand inside her underwear.

Sevika nearly moans at the feeling of Mel's hand on her, the noise catching in her throat at the last second. She fights to keep a clear head and gently pushes Mel's shoulders, trying to create some distance.

"Baby, I-I'm not sure this is–" She's cut off as the words morph into a stifled whine, Mel's fingers firmly pressing against her clit.

"Not sure this is what?" Mel asks, biting down on her wife's neck as she rubs her fingers against her. "Appropriate? Neither was what you were doing, so now I have to remind you who you belong to." She can feel Sevika's pulse fluttering under her mouth, and her smirk only widens at the reaction to her touch. Circling the now puffy bud with more intensity, Mel takes her free hand to undo her wife's bowtie and top button of her collar before beginning to suck at her neck.

Sevika gasps, head falling back against the wall and giving the woman on a rampage better access to her skin. The feeling of Mel's mouth assaulting her neck and the fingers moving between her legs has her knees weak with sensation.

"Oh god," she whispers, breathless. "Someone's going to hear us."

"I'm willing to take that risk." Mel gives no warning before plunging two fingers inside her lover, causing her to cry out in surprise. The feeling causes a wave of pleasure to run through Sevika, and her mouth hangs open as ragged gasps escape her. "Oh shit," she whimpers, closing her eyes to focus on not coming undone right then and there.

"You're being too–"

She's cut off again, this time by lips devouring hers with purpose. Wet sounds are all that's heard through the space as teeth and tongues clash, desperate noises filling the air between them. Mel separates their mouths before quickly reaching her mouth up to the other woman's ear and licking a slow stripe along the shell of it. "Say you're mine. Say it."

Despite the haze of need that has taken over her brain, Sevika manages to get some of her wits about her to respond, albeit in a breathy voice.

"I'm yours," she groans out. "All yours."

A pleased smirk spreads across Mel's face as she hears Sevika comply, the possessive fire within her growing. She moves to suck another hickey into the taller woman’s neck, fingers still moving and curling inside of her.

"That's what I like to hear."

Feeling gummy walls start to clench around her, Mel can tell her wife is close, and immediately after, she hears tell tale whines accompany it. Sevika's legs begin shaking, the sensations too much to fight as they build up further and further. She bites down on her lip, trying to keep the noises from escaping but failing. Clenching her nails into whatever she can grab, her body tenses up, muscles straining, and she can feel the release starting to wash over her.

"Ah, I–"

Suddenly, she's left empty as the other woman withdraws her hand and takes a step away. In a daze, Sevika quickly blinks her eyes open before landing on the traitor in front of her. “What the fuck?”

Her confusion is instantly replaced with surprise, seeing her wife slowly kneel before her and begin tugging her pants and boxers towards her ankles. Mel watches as Sevika looks down at her, eyes wide and glossy with desire. As Sevika's now half undressed form is exposed, her lover can see the effects she's caused so far, and that only makes her want to ruin her even more.

Mel starts to reach out and run her fingers against Sevika's bare thigh, inching closer and closer to her leaking center. Just as she's about to reach it, she suddenly moves both of her hands behind Sevika's knees and spreads her legs even further apart, causing the woman to shiver.

"Keep your eyes on me, darling," Mel murmurs, looking up to meet her gaze, before licking a long, sensual stripe up the inner side of Sevika's thigh. A breathless moan falls from Sevika's throat as Mel's hot, wet tongue glides against her sensitive skin, and she can feel herself becoming achingly aroused yet again. Her thighs tremble slightly as she tries to stay upright, and she clutches at the wall behind her to balance herself.

"Stay still. We don't want you falling, do we?" That low command sends a shiver down Sevika's spine, and she obeys without protest, wanting nothing more than to be good for the woman between her legs.

Her breath hitches as she feels a tongue begin to circle her clit, thighs trembling even more intensely than before. She can feel the need rising in her body again, her senses overwhelmed with desire.

"Fuck, baby."

She doesn't respond, too preoccupied with what her mouth is doing, but she continues to run her hands up and down Sevika's thighs, fingers digging into taunt muscle, keeping her firmly in place. The tongue on the older woman's clit moves to push into her pulsing entrance, hungrily reaching for that spongy spot inside. Scratching against the barrier behind her, Sevika begins humping her wife's face, too far gone to care about being caught.

As soon as she feels the movement, Mel is quick to respond by shoving in harder, pressing up against that special place in a way that never fails to make Sevika whimper. With one hand still holding onto her thigh, Mel's free hand moves up to hold the taller woman in place, not letting her escape her touch. Sevika feels like she's on the edge of insanity, her mind completely shut off as she chases the sensations coursing through her body. All she can concentrate on at the moment is her impending orgasm.

"I'm, I'm so close," Sevika chokes out, her head falling forward, glossy eyes locking onto the ones under her. Mel wants nothing more than to make her wife flood her tongue, so that's exactly what she does.

Her hand on Sevika's thigh moves to slip under her, fingers teasing her entrance before pushing in, making sure to crook in the way she knows drives her insane. Sevika's knees immediately buckle, the added stimulation too much to handle. "Oh, oh, oh," she moans, one hand coming down to grip at the back of Mel's head.

With her head thrown back, mouth open, and loud, unabashed noises filling the room, Sevika is practically on the verge of tears. Her body locks up as her orgasm finally hits her, a cry of her wife's name leaving her lips as surges of pleasure wrack through the statuesque woman. After several lengthy moments, Sevika slumps against the wall, breathing heavily. She has just enough strength to lift her head and look at Mel, who is wiping the fluids from her chin with a satisfied smile.

Seeing Sevika so thoroughly wrecked has Mel nearly drooling as she stands, taking in the woman before her. Her face is damp, body trembling slightly, and Mel has to clench her legs together to fight off the ache.

"I hope you learned your lesson," she says with a smirk, moving up to capture her wife's now swollen lips in a slow but firm kiss. Despite her current state, Sevika melts into the kiss, savoring the taste of herself on her wife's tongue. When the need for air becomes unavoidable, she pulls away from her slowly, breath coming in ragged huffs.

"You are...a menace," she manages to choke out, voice low and hoarse.

"Isn't that why you married me?" Mel gives her a sly look as she reaches forward and plucks the handkerchief from Sevika's jacket pocket, using it to clean the remaining liquid off of her face. Sevika chuckles, watching her wife's movements. Despite how intense things had gotten, she can't help the affection that washes over her.

"There's many reasons why I married you," she replies, still fighting to catch her breath, "but yes, that is one of them."

Plucking a lipstick out from the same place she grabbed the fabric, Mel reapplies her signature color before checking herself in the phone camera now being held up to her face. Once she's satisfied, she smooths out her dress, adjusting any unsatisfactory folds, and faces her lover. A laugh escapes Mel as she takes in the disheveled look; hair out of place, neck marked with bruises, rouge on her collar.

She starts raising a hand to neaten the mess when she hears the chairman of the board begin to speak through the muffled speakers inside. Realizing she has limited time before she has to give her speech, she presses a quick kiss to Sevika's cheek before turning to head back into the ball. As she reaches the entry, Mel calls over her shoulder in a teasing voice, "Fix yourself before you come back in!"

Sevika lets out a scoff, shaking her head as she watches her wife disappear through the door. She then flips the camera towards herself, eyes widening as she passes over the many marks and stains covering her. Realizing she can't reenter the event looking this way, she drops her hand and throws her head back against the wall.

"Fuck."

[lilithofpenandbook]

Sometimes Severus comes up to Minerva. Right up behind her when she's busy. He'll stand there for a good minute as she works on marking assignments and cursing the boy's youthful energy and brilliant eyes- both of which directly responsible for his finishing his work in half the time it takes her.

"What is it, Severus?" Minerva sighs. Might as well get the obligatory nonsense over and done with, she was due a dose of Severus's antics by now (Merlin forbid he go more than three days without bothering her with nonsensical questions or infuriating wit).

"Am I ugly, Minerva?" he asked. Never there was a being with such innocence in their voice.

Minerva took a moment to take in a breath and silently call on all her patience and all her strength. "Yes, very." Her tone was blunter than the knives used to decorate at Halloween- an incident with some particularly idiotic third years had them ban anything sharper than the corners of a book during the Halloween celebrations.

Severus gasped as if stabbed. "What? Minerva, I thought we were friends!"

Minerva snorted. "Any time we interact, it's completely against my will."

"Minerva! you lie so shamelessly it shocks me." Severus made as if to swoon, a hand clutching the right of his chest.

"You must be shocked; your heart isn't where it should be."

Honestly, Minerva had to admire the fact that the insolent little kitten did not falter in his dramatics with her pointing out the key flaw in his act. If anything, he seemed to be encouraged.

"Ay! The pain of the shock, it has spread throughout my chest! Ah, I cannot breathe!" Severus swayed on his feet, leaning against the chair that Minerva was sitting in. "Oh, how your lie shocks me!"

"Well, then, you had better tell me what exactly I lied about," Minerva said briskly, "before you gasp all the air out of your skinny little lungs, laddie."

"You said," the boy said, a sudden glint in his eye and none of the apparent weakness, standing to face her and one of those long, delicate fingers pointed straight at her, "you said, that our interactions are without your will."

"That is no lie, what part of this looks like it's my will?" Minerva replied, knowing full well she wasn't going to appreciate the cheeky answer Severus had prepared for her.

"Why, the part where you remain for my company, mother," Severus replied, his voice light. "Surely, if you didn't want this, you would have, in your infinite wisdom, simply have employed your great power and assumed your famous feline form and just walked away from me."

Minerva fought her smile. His cheek was infuriating while his logic impeccable. "Perhaps I am simply conversing my energy, you arrogant wee rascal."

"You? Too lazy to avoid a nuisance?" Severus scoffed. "Minerva, you wound me. Don't you know how I know you? You've done much more to avoid the mildest of annoyances, do you truly think I believe that you are here against your will merely to converse your energy?"

Minerva let him see the flicker of a smile disgusted as a smirk, letting the bothersome raven have a little treat for his cleverness, hinting to him that he had essentially won this particular argument. "At my age you no longer have the patience to waste on annoyances. You learn to value your peace. You will understand that some day, I hope, little one."

"And if I die, my hair still black and my skin still smooth?"

Merlin, did the child have a turn towards the morbid. Minerva ignored the voice in her that told her that this would have been a retort of her own had she been in a similar conversation.

"Then you'll die a fool."

"A fool, perhaps, but my funeral will be the biggest," he replied, moving to sit on her desk and grabbing the biscuit jar. Minerva intercepted, lifting it from his grip and replacing it with a towel. His protests died in his confusion at the towel, and Minerva huffed and began to wipe his hands as if he was a child. She did not trust him to correctly clean his hands after handling goodness knows what when experimenting with his potions and she didn't care if he knew it.

"Aye, and how did you figure that?" she asked.

"Surely if I die young, I shall be the first. Therefore you all will be part of the funeral-"

"What makes you think I would want to attend your funeral, you little rascal?" She let go of his hands, almost satisfied that they weren't contaminated.

Severus ignored her and instead took a biscuit from the jar. "You will all be there, therefore I will have the biggest funeral. If I die old, you all shall be gone, so my funeral will be the smallest."

Minerva tried not to think of how depressing that sounded, how lonely it seemed. For a brief moment she felt guilty for being so old and he so young. She involuntarily could see him in her mind's eye, going through their funerals until he stood alone. She and the others- Rolanda, Pomona, Poppy, even Fillus and Hagrid- they were all of an age, weren't they? They could expect their lives to reach the end around the same time, surely? Severus was but a child next to them, he'd stand alone one day.

Minerva tried to ignore the ache in her chest at the thought of him standing alone. Merlin, no. He was far too young. No.

"You truly are besotted with the morbid and the miserable, you melanchonic masochist," she said, her tone just a trifle too sharp to be a simple retort.

Severus paused, swallowing the biscuit. Then he answered. "Ah, but the morbid is much more fascinating, the forbidden has a certain thrill, dear mother." His voice was a little softer, and his fingers, slightly coated in crumbs, were gentle when he tapped her forehead. He was sorry he upset her.

"You and your thrills," Minerva scolded, "yet you cannot even eat a biscuit without making a mess of yourself." Yet even as she spoke, the hand that she used to swipe the crumbs away, was gentle, almost tender, in its movement. She had quite forgiven him.

How could she remain angry? At this boy who looked at her with a scowl of indignation yet whose deep, dark eyes twinkled with mischief and cleverness and brilliance, who stood taller than her, yes, yet was far more delicate in his build than she had ever been, whose hair was as dark as hers had been in her youth, carelessly falling across his forehead. No, she could not remain angry.

If only he had been in Gryffindor, perhaps then she would have noticed him sooner. Or rather, if only her eyes didn't only open for her Gryffindors. How this boy could ever look at her without resentment and anger, she didn't know. Then again, he had been so incredibly isolated and lonely, was it any wonder he let go of his rightful grudges and instead accepted her friendship?

Minerva blinked as if soot from the fireplace got in her eyes. She didn't want him to notice the tears that almost inevitably formed whenever she thought about him. Who would have thought that she'd cry so much for the little devil?

"I'll leave you to your work, dear mother," Severus said cheerfully, hopping off her desk.

"Aye, after you've cleared out my biscuit jar, you villain" Minerva grumbled, looking into the empty jar. Severus shrugged.

"You ought to see it as a compliment towards your taste, really," Severus said. "But I see I have taken the last of your patience"- for indeed, Minerva looked ready to strangle him- "so I shall take my leave. Good night, my good Headmistress, and may you have peace in the silver embrace of the moon!"

And with a laughing twinkle in his eye and a boyish bow, Severus Snape left the room.

Minerva sighed. She wasn't sure if it was out of relief, or because she may have felt some sorrow at his departure.

The door opened again, and a rather meek Severus poked his head in.

"Er, Minerva?" he asked.

"Yes, Severus?"

"Er." Severus stepped in, looking away from her, walking with the awkward gait of a newborn foal, and the nervousness of a deer. "Er, Minerva?"

"Yes, Severus?"

"Am I really ugly, mother?" His voice was a whisper. His raven hair curtained his face, hiding his shame at asking such a pathetic question, and his fingers picked at one of the cuticles of a nail.

Minerva smiled, and walked to him. Softly she brushed the boy's hair out of his face and gently tucked it behind his ear.

"Only as long as you let yourself believe it, dear heart."

[glacierberries]

lily oversharing about her sex life with james to severus while he's contemplating genuinely jumping off a cliff,

just for severus to end up marrying james in the end is really fucking funny to me

[starseverance]

After a bath or shower with your F/O. Warm towels after the temperature change. The intimacy of getting ready/unready together. Drying, combing, brushing each other's hair. Skincare if you like, putting on lotion to keep from drying out. Cozy bathrobes, maybe slippers. The feeling of being clean, the feeling of being together <3333 I love it.

[starseverance]

💥🌱💥🌳💥TOP ENVIRONMENTALIST PRESIDENT💥🌱💥🌳💥PRESIDENT NIXON💥🌱💥🌳💥PEACEMAKER💥🌱💥🌳💥INSPIRATION💥🌱💥🌳💥I'M NOT EVEN AMERICAN❌🇺🇸 BUT I MISS 😞THE 1970S🕺WHEN NIXON WAS PRESIDENT ✌️AND I WASN'T ALIVE 👶💥💥💥💥NIXON'S THE ONE!!!💥💥💥💥

Happy Earth Day President Nixon! 🌎❤️

Thank you, my fellow American. ♥️

Also, I'd like to remind my followers THAT I STARTED THE ENVIRONMENTAL PROTECTION AGENCY!!!!

[femmeetart]

a M⛤GiC show

[1queasycrow]

It came to me in a dream and I think they would get along quite well

[sevinite]

my darling mateo in an outfit designed by carmiico on twt/ig 🩵💛🧡

[anti-marauders]

Its funny remembering that in a way Mulciber and Avery are more respectful than The Marauders.

Cause The Marauders bully Lily's ex best friend Severus, despite James being in love with Lily and them claiming to be the good guys. Like bro if you want the girl befriend her best friend, damn.

And Mulciber and Avery, who are friends or acquaintances with Severus which is said by Lily, apparently don't do shit to Lily cause when she tries to get Severus to see how bad they are she only brings up the shit Mulciber did to Mary, someone Severus doesn't even know. Avery & Mulciber are clearly blood purists so they would obviously talk shit and I really think they'd talk shit about Lily wether they were friends with Severus or not cause she's a muggleborn and a gryffindor.

Yet Severus still hangs out with them and has no other issues with them especially cause he'd throw a fit if they talked shit about Lily. And if he did they'd clearly hex him cause they won't take shit from a half blood. Like wether they left Lily alone in an effort to keep Severus on their side to recruit him or not, they seemed smarter then the marauders. Cause while they didn't try to befriend her obviously, they knew if they wanted Severus on their side they didn't target the one person he truly cares about.

Now wether Mulciber and Avery were really close to Severus or not they still didn't target Lily or say shit cause I feel like they would considering how much James goes after her so they'd hear a lot about her. I feel like they'd attack her out of annoyance or berate her incase they thought she believed she was all that but apparently not cause Lily doesn't bring anything up and I know damn well she would have. Severus probably would have left them if they did.