Hello Zukki Nation, Please Let Me In

mind you, this is Viktor

Remus Lupin is the type of boyfriend to act shy the first time you suck his cock— but definitely push your head down and fuck your face once he realizes how much you love his dick. Now with little restraint, Remus adores to paint your pretty face with his cum and smearing it around your lips with his index finger, only for you to lick it… which never fails to make him smile.

full

Mark Grayson the way I need him too

Zaun vik and Jayce

Severus Snape woke early that day, as if his body instinctively knew the internal clock was marking something different, something dreaded. The faint light of dawn barely filtered through the tattered curtains of his bedroom in Spinner’s End. Outside, the January wind moaned softly, dragging dry leaves and memories he would rather not have. There was nothing special about this day, at least not in the way others celebrated birthdays. For Severus, the 9th of January was just another reminder of everything he had lost and all he would never have.

He rose from the bed, and as his feet touched the cold floor, a shiver ran down his spine. He didn’t turn on the lights. He didn’t need to see the reflection of time in the mirror. He knew his face was a mixture of invisible scars and shadows accumulated over years of internal and external battles. He moved towards the kitchen, where silence was his only companion, save for the creaking of the wood beneath his feet. He prepared a strong cup of tea, without sugar, without milk, just as he preferred, and sat by the window.

From there, he could observe the grey-tinted river, moving slowly, almost as if it too were trapped in an inescapable routine. In the distance, the factory chimneys exhaled their columns of smoke, as if they were the only ones who deigned to sigh for him on this day. The aroma of the tea rose in a fleeting cloud, a brief caress that dissolved before it could be fully enjoyed.

Severus took the first sip slowly, letting the warmth of the liquid spread through his chest. In his mind, memories slid in with a persistence he hadn’t invited. He couldn’t help but return to the days of his childhood, when birthdays were ignored at home, or worse, were days when violence seemed more prone to erupt. His father, Tobias, had never congratulated him, and his mother, Eileen, only cast him a look of pity mixed with exhaustion. Those days taught him that expecting something special was folly.

The clock on the wall struck nine, and Severus stood, leaving the tea half-finished. There was no reason to prolong this inertia. He wrapped himself in his black cloak and stepped outside, where the cold air bit his skin like a reminder that he was alive, though that sensation brought no comfort. He walked aimlessly, letting his steps take him through the deserted streets, past houses that seemed to have surrendered to winter.

He stopped in a small park where he used to play as a child. The metal structures were rusted, and the frost-covered ground crunched under his feet. He sat on a bench and observed the surroundings, almost expecting to see the ghost of his younger self running among the trees, chasing dreams that never came true. Nostalgia tangled in his throat, but there were no tears, only a void that seemed to grow with each passing year.

Around him, the world kept turning, ignorant of his suffering. People came and went, immersed in their own lives, while he, as always, remained on the sidelines, observing but never participating. He wondered if anyone, somewhere, would remember his birthday. Probably not. Even at Hogwarts, his students feared him more than they appreciated him. He wasn’t a man who inspired affection, and he knew that well.

The minutes slipped away like sand through his fingers, and when the sun reached its zenith, Severus stood, feeling he had completed his melancholy ritual. He returned to his house, where the dimness awaited him like an old friend. He removed his cloak and returned to the window, where the river continued its unchanging course.

The day would pass, like all the others, and in the end, the 9th of January would be just another number on the calendar. But, although Severus hated his birthday, he recognised it was part of him, an indelible mark that defined him. He couldn’t escape himself, but neither did he want to. In his pain, he had found a sort of solace, a bitter acceptance that his life was like the river: constant, cold, and always moving, even when it seemed stagnant.

Severus sighed, the sound breaking the silence like a dry leaf underfoot. And then, with a determination he barely understood, he decided that perhaps, just perhaps, next year the day wouldn’t be so grey. But that was a thought for another time. For now, he simply existed, and in his existence, he found a kind of peace.

Snape was looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison. (CoS, ch. 13)

Honestly, this seems like an appropriate facial expression to have after your colleague announces to a whole room of minors that you're the person to go to for learning how to make consent-impairing drugs as part of "the spirit of the occasion" of Valentine's Day. Props to Snape for being ahead of his society on the whole Love Potion issue (I don't think Lockhart thought the implications through, but Snape definitely did). We don't learn until Skeeter's article in GoF that Love Potions are banned at Hogwarts, and no one brings that up here, despite the teacher-wide dislike of Lockhart — I think there might be room for a headcanon that Snape was behind the ban...

"the over romanticization of death eaters has made the harry potter/marauders universe lose its charm," i say into the mic.

the crowd boos. i begin to walk off in shame, when multiple voices speak and command silence from the room.

"she's right," they say. i look for the owners of the voices. there in the 5th row stands: literally every character who is inherently good but overlooked by the fandom.

Glory and Gore go hand in hand

Can't wait to revisit this series. to absorb everything i can and incorporate it to my art, to my writing. it was just amazing. Glorious if u will.

U can get prints if u want here:

INPRNT

Glorious Evolution, an art print by Aitor Sebastián

This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks.

If you were to want the tarot card version just tell me in the comments and i will upload it for you :)

mywife is soft nd ilikeher