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[andy-clutterbuck]

requested by Anonymous

[fafodill]

I don't know if you've already talked about this but I didn't find anything about it on your blog. Do you have a headcanon for Snape's voice? I know you talked about a Hinterland accent but do you imagine him having the same voice as the movies' actor or a different kind?

Well, I am a bit torn about it. On one hand I really do like Rickman's voice (it's very pretty and deep and has a lot of presence) but it is Rickman!Snape's voice. And my inner Snape is not Rickman anymore even tho I still enjoy his performance.

It depends a bit on the build I like to give him, which these days is: tall-ish (177cm?) and still quite scrawny. The robes (especially the cloak) are here to widen his physical presence, make him look more imposing (and dramatic. he's likes to be dramatic). And while I like him having a deep-ish voice when he's calm, I imagine him going quite high-pitched when he's emotional.

Headcanons time:

As a child his voice was quite high. He talked in a soft manner already (a response to his father's temper) as if he had a hard time taking space or feared what he wanted to say wasn't welcomed or important enough.

When he was excited about something though, he got louder and his pitch got higher. He also talked quite a bit with his hands.

I think the bullying he suffered stunned his growth a little so his voice changed a bit later than the other boys (is there a word in English for that? in french we use 'molt'), when he was 16.

The few months during which his voice broke, he almost never opened his mouth, not even in class, so that no one would tease him about it. It was the beginning of his 6th year and nobody was coming near him anyway. He was utterly miserable and lonely since Lily didn't talk to him anymore and he hid a lot from the world during that time.

It did make his voice go quite a bit lower. The first person who commented on it was his mother the next summer. She said he 'didn't sound like himself anymore'. He didn't know what to make of that - but it sadly resonated with how he felt deep inside (the teen angst was real).

I hc him as being able to make his voice go lower from that point on but only when he talks slowly and calmly. Every time he gets emotional it goes higher again - even when he's talking about things he likes.

The way Snape talks has been thoroughly analyzed in this incredible meta by @said-snape-softly (and in it we can see he never 'drawls'!). It's super interesting and it gives us quite a lot of information about his personality. The three main textures are soft, cold and sardonic. He's soft-spoken, yet very intense as well, especially when he gets mad.

He was still quite rough around the edges after school but during his time with Lucius (who actually complimented his voice quite a few times) he learned to control his tone (and temper). This is when he developed his famous 'silky' texture.

When he gets angry but remains calm, his voice does go deeper.

Same when he has to mention something that affects him (if he was to talk about Lily or his parents).

He takes pride in the way he talks. He knows the power of words and takes pleasure in yielding them like weapons - especially when he whispers - it's even tastier on his tongue.

One important thing about Snape, imo, is how much he needs attention. He craves it. My hc of him talking softly in his childhood comes from fear but as an adult it's a power-move: people need to be quiet to hear him. They need to crane their necks in his direction to get what he's saying, he's forcing them to listen.

But all shits get loose when they don't.

When he's triggered or looses patience he immediately snaps and talks very loudly. Instant crack of the mask. He barks, he snarls, he spits, he bellows, he shrieks. And as he looses his temper, I think he also looses control over his tone and pitch. It gets higher, more emotional and it's often to his detriment. And the revolt he feels a that moment trigger him even more as it reminds him of his teen years.

If he was to be pushed too far he could yell a lot. He could hurt his voice from all the anger stirring inside of him. His vocal cords couldn't be able to handle it.

If he was to cry - like really cry, pure ugly, unfiltered sobbing - it would 100% crack and break.

I've talked about that one already, but when the mask slips even lower (when he's really angry or really vulnerable during sex), his midlands accent comes back sometimes.

I think his cold tone is part of him, yes, but it's part of his persona (notably the spy). In his 'normal' state he's more like... softly sardonic?

Sometimes I like to imagine him as having a more nasally voice, just because I think it would suit him when he's throwing jabs at people.

Awww thank you so much for taking the time to tell me! 💚I'm really glad it brings people joy! I love this artstyle, it's very relaxing for me to draw. I consider it 'well done' if I can snickers by myself at my desk while looking at it. They're just goofy little characters I want to put in my pockets.

[fidgetspringer]

This is going to interest exactly no one except myself, but still.

We've all seen the chaos that is the Flight Radar right?

That's a lot of planes.

But are you ready for the insanity that is the Ship Radar?

Because it's nuts.

(Red are tankers, green are cargo.)

And if you watch for long enough you'll start to realise some vessels do some weird things. Like this tiny tug boat that has been doing exactly this for going on three days straight.

You good??

[agoobersretreat]

"At the very least...I know you're being honest. I mean, you're reeeaaally clinging on, huh? Ehehe...just like Sayori!"

Continuation from @bigbounteouswbaker

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"Mhm. I try to be! I dislike lying as it is, but also my memory isn't the best either. Can't be expected to remember a bunch of lies, ya know?"

Squeeeeeeeeze~!

"Mmm, yeah? Well, good. Monika says we're both a lot alike, so maybe that's not necessarily a bad thing, even with Sayori's eating habits..."

[lizaisdrawing]

Can my welcome home oc give Wallace and sally a hug

SURE! Here ya go!

[kurishiri]

15.5 . . . “ the memory engraved in my body ”

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— 🍷 his side story, chapter 15. this is the one you need to reach alfons bond level 22+ with in order to purchase.

— cw: alcohol consumption.

Alfons: And to see you deceived just like that——I see you don’t really hold that thing called ‘love’ for me.

Kate: ...!!

I chose words that would purposely hurt.

Just like that, her eyes wavered, teary.

Kate: I... I really, truly—!

Alfons: Loved me? ...Or what, did you mean to say love?

I asked, a mocking tone in my voice, and her palms, which had pushed against my chest, gripped tightly at my shirt, causing it to wrinkle.

It would be nice were she to throw away these feelings she had toward me on her own volition, but——

(Reality just isn’t so nice, after all.)

Kate: Just why... would you do such a thing...?

K: Why do you have to reject me so much... just over me saying ‘I love you’?

Tears fell from her cheeks as she spoke from above.

They were very much like stars falling from the night — so pure, and so beautiful.

(——So much so, it’s like the moment I touched her, I would end up getting burned.)

Kate: Not once did I say we had to be official.

K: All I wanted was to like you, and be by your side… and yet…

Alfons: …Because I find it a nuisance.

A: The fact you had fallen for me, and the fact you like me even now... all of it.

I used those sharp words to deeply pierce through her heart.

Such words seemed like such a sin toward her straightforward feelings,

and, compared to her words, which so resembled pure stars, mine were akin to shattered glass sinking down the gutters of a back alley.

Alfons: All this was meant to be was an entertainment that lasts but a month, and then letting it end the same way.

Kate left the room, and when I descended the crumbling staircase,

The friend with a wound on his eye was standing at the entrance to the hidden, dilapidated room.

Man with a wound over his eye: To think you suddenly came in with a memo saying ‘Stay at the pub until I call you. If you come then, your drink’s on me’——

Man with a wound over his eye: I was wondering what in the world was going on.

Alfons: Hehe... thank you for your cooperation on that matter.

Man with a wound over his eye: If getting perfumed and greeting a lady when she woke up was all it took for some free booze, anyone would do it.

Man with a wound over his eye: So it was to get that ‘little robin’ to give up on you?

Man with a wound over his eye: You always up and run away, fading right out, so if she could make you go to this length, well what a lady she must be.

Alfons: Indeed, you can tell me that again.

I could dodge her at every turn, push her away, but she would still put her energy into her love without so much as getting discouraged,

so left with no other choice I threw away what little of a good heart I had left to break her to pieces.

(Unable to deceive herself into thinking this wasn’t love, but instead all a misunderstanding...)

(What a poor, darling little miss robin.)

Man with a wound over his eye: If you wanted me to make love to her for real, though, I would be fine with that too.

Alfons: Now that won’t do. I’ll have you know despite all appearances, I happen to be a gentleman who despises hurting women.

Man with a wound over his eye: ...I doubt that.

Alfons: Do you now?

Man with a wound over his eye: How would I know. Well, I’ll leave the payment to you.

My friend didn’t bother to seek the truth, instead leaving the conversation like that and disappeared into the night city while laughing.

——This pub was open 24 hours, so it was lively regardless of time.

Exchanging greetings with several acquaintances and taking a seat, the bar master lifted his brow, as though exasperated.

Bar master: And here I thought you wouldn’t come back til the morning. You’re back early, aren’t you?

Alfons: I so dearly missed seeing your face, you see.

Bar master: I’m anything but happy being missed by an arsehole. Pay up for that friend of yours.

Alfons: Goodness, so cold.

While making small talk, from the back of my mind, I remembered her, who had been sitting next to me just a few hours before.

—— Flashback ——

Kate: Alfons...

K: ...I won’t put the blame on you or anything else anymore...

K: So please, make love to me.

—— End flashback ——

—— Flashback ——

Kate: Just how bloody cruel can you get...!!

K: I don’t understand, why would you lie to me like this!? Help me understand...

—— End flashback ——

She did not say, ‘Why did you do such a cruel thing’——but rather, ‘Why did you say such a lie?’

From the start, she had seen through my lie that another man had made love to her.

(...Just where did I slip up?)

(I stayed silent... could it be body temperature? Or the shape of my body? The movements? Or smell?)

At the very least——even if she couldn’t see with her eyes, she was able to confirm that it was indeed me.

All that to say, there was no doubt that the memory of me had been engraved in her body.

Bar master: That’s a pretty long face.

Alfons: That it is, could I ask for your consolations?

Bar master: Of course, this is a shop to share such things. For a price, that is. What’ll it be?

Alfons: Quite stingy now, aren’t we... well then, I’ll have a sherry perhaps. Any type is fine.

Bar master: A sherry? Not every day you get that.

Alfons: ...Is that so?

Indeed, I felt that I normally didn’t drink sherry.

That said, I sought out the intoxication from the liquor, so I wasn’t so caught up on the type it was.

Yet the name had slipped so easily out of my mouth, I tilted my head as I took the glass filled with a dark mahogany color liquor.

The moment I took in that mellow, sweet scent though, I remembered.

(Ahh... this was the liquor that she had drunk this afternoon, isn’t it.)

—— Flashback ——

Kate: I... don’t like it... when others touch you...

K: ...Whatever, I know I’m... just like a kid t’you...

—— End flashback ——

(...Considering she was downing this sweet sherry, I would say her taste is like that of a kid’s.)

When my lips met with her, who was still blindfolded, her tongue did indeed have the sweet taste of the sherry.

But, for a reason beyond me, I felt that the kiss I shared with her was far sweeter than the liquor I was drinking now.

Alfons: ...Master, could you see if the carriage at the back of the shop is still there?

Bar master: What? Don’t go ordering the bar master around like that.

Alfons: I’ll get your mooost expensive liquor. In a bottle.

Bar master: ...How many?

Alfons: How does ten sound?

The bar master clicked his tongue and flipped a middle finger at me before leaving the back to the alleyway and coming back the next moment and shaking his head.

Bar master: It’s not here anymore.

Alfons: Is that so, then that’s a relief.

Bar master: Is it the lady who drank with you that went on the carriage?

Alfons: You’re quite in the know, aren’t you?

Bar master: Sending her back alone in the wee hours of evening, some sexyman you are.

Alfons: That’s just how it is.

Bar master: ...If you care about her enough to prepare a carriage, the least you could do is send her off.

Alfons: ‘Care,’ huh... I suppose.

A: I didn’t want to put her in any physical danger,

A: but I did need to instill so much shock in her that she would want to forget it all... so it was all a necessary measure.

Bar master: Not so sure what you’re getting at there, but what I do get is that you’re one hell of a shitty bastard.

Alfons: Ahha! I would expect nothing less from you, master, knowing me to the tee.

It took time for memories to fade.

That went for the memory of me engraved in her body... and the memory of her in mine.

But time seemed to have a knack for passing like it was melting away, unexpectedly so.

If she was going to go back to her uneventful, warm everyday life from long ago, then even more so.

Alfons: ...It would be great if you could find a man who can heal the wounds of a lost love and become happy.

Before I knew it, the glass in my hand was empty.

The sweet flavor of the sherry lingered on my tongue, staying there without fading away for eternity.

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[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

hi moffy!!! what do you think jon would be like if someone he cares for is sick? been deathly sick lately,,, sobs

Jonathan caring for a sick partner HCs

Absolutely dotes over said person

Even though he says he'll let them rest while he works in his lab in the basement

yet he is always checking hourly on them

makes them homemade chicken noodle soup, No campbells shit

has an entire medicine cabinet full of cough syrup, anti cold and sneezing, etc stuff for them to use

but he also tells them "Don't mix this and that or you'll be sorry and so will your liver"

Buys anything they might need, even junk food to make them smile

LOTS OF BLANKETS and QUILTS

yes I know all of this is super soft and occ

but jon. just jon caring about someone. even if it's just allergies.

it warms the soul

[taylortruther]

also, regarding the "why would she write x song if she was in a happy relationship" debate: sometimes we ruminate on past relationships not because of the s/o that we lost but because that person, or the relationship, represented something about ourselves that we're struggling with. like. red was written about her relationship with jake. but as we see with red tv, and taylor's more recent work, it wasn't just about jake. it was about the damage he did to her, the way he made her feel small and inferior, the way she felt swept aside and forgotten, the way she put so much value into that relationship that ended up forming her. meanwhile, he walked away like it was nothing. how does a person do that? if you think about it enough, write enough poems about it, maybe it will make sense. but really, i think we feel a sense of healing from that relationship now, years later. who's to say that it 'took too long'?

[andy-clutterbuck]

4x16 | A - requested by Anonymous

[starfiresky]

✨SPECIAL KINGDOM HEARTS ITEMS ANNOUNCEMENT!💫

New KH items are now available on my Red Bubble shop!!!!!

[themosthatedbeingg]

—— The kitchen was in full swing, preparing a Lunch for the King and Princess , Lucifer had made sure to not only set multiple reminders in his workshop but also cancel any meetings he might have had , so he wouldn’t miss this.

He was trying to be better to be more present in Charlie’s life and this was the start, a father daughter lunch to discuss the future and we’ll catch up on things .

Monty hissed in his ear from where the golden snake was wrapped comfortably around the crown on his hat , a reminder that he was running out of time before the Alarms went off .

•Sire .. it’s almost time•

Lucifer looked up from Husker, Duck he was making and checked the time on his phone.. right as his alarm went off .

“Ah crap your right ! Thanks !” He snapped himself out of his work clothes covered in paint and put on something more presentable grabbing his hat as he quickly headed out of his workshop and Made his way down the halls and the grand staircase to the dining hall.

The kitchen had just finished up the Meal, the cooks excited to cook something other then what could only be described as well depression meals and loafs of bread .

Servants rushed to set the grand black marble table and open the large doors to the entrance of the Palace as Lucifer made his way down the grand hallway .

@hellsdisneyprincess

[michael-lurks-nearby]

@alicethedracoraptor Giving him a pep talk and emotional support!

[matookahitaki]

I don’t know if you would accept this request because I see you do Star Wars stuff. But could you draw Graves from Call Of Duty? Maybe him being super cool with his gun. If not that’s alright

[turtleunderyourhouse]

Day 3 with Huggin and Muninn! I love how they are somehow the worst and best henchmen at the same time.

[rescuehumans-runtotherescue]

Totally random, but if you had to assign an Infinity Stone to each member of the Burns family, who would get what? I'd love to know your thoughts. I know there'd be an extra stone left, so if you think it fits Uncle Woodrow he can have it or you can give it to another Rescue Bots human if you think it fits them.

Charlie: Time (this man has the patience of a saint)

Woodrow: Space (what with his traveling)

Kade: Power (ego and consistent training)

Dani: Soul (main medic, life or death)

Graham: Reality (dysphoria and building physical requirements for the community)

Cody: Mind (let’s be honest he has the brains+empathy combo)

[missninetails]

@dragonknightsworn

It was like gathering small drops of light, each memory regained could affect her emotions in one way or another.

As much as she wished to continue to stay back in her own world it wasn't going to make her feel better to not at least try, and explore outside to remember things. Things from before she tampered with her soul to fix the guilt.

A noise nearby had muddied the thoughts swirling about like a typhoon in her mind. Was probably a good thing she didn't fall down that rabbit hole. For now the direction would shift towards the noise curious if this would help her remember something else.