Professor Keira Septimis Snape. For convenience outside of class yes, you can call me Professor Black.
I still believe Vladimir Winechester coerced me into accepting this damn job. I hate him.
Welcome to Supernatural Creature Consciousness class where the more ya know the least likely you are to get murdered.
Yeah I kinda married a glittering pile of shit known as the greasy git of the dungeons and then had three children with him to accompany an adopted cat demon hybrid child.
My kids might be brats but they're my brats so only I have the right to kick their asses for it.
I'm not fucking scared of Severus. If anything... He's scared of me.
I know it’s been ages since I’ve touched this blog & there is a reason for that. This blog is NO LONGER active. It is now an archive. But don’ t worry children, I’m not quittin’ RP. My active blogs are @silvcrignis@detonatcrs@dcvilsandsinncrs && @dcusrclicta (ye, I sold old, fight me, thots.) so if you’re lookin’ for me I’ll be on one of those. I’m in the process of archiving all me other blogs so feel free to follow those if you missed me & had no idea where I went.
Name: Echidna
Blood Status: Chaos Core Unknown Eye Colour: Various (Yellow) Height: Various (6′0)
Description: Is that fear I see in those eyes? No point in denying it. I can smell it coming off of you in waves, my dear. Don’t be frightened yet. Unless you’ve slain one of my children I see no reason to kill you… That doesn’t me I won’t harm you at all of course but who says you need to live life with all of your limbs? Besides I’ve grown rather hungry after all this talking.
Name: Typhon Blood Status: Titan-Demon Eye Colour: Various (Lime) Height: Various (6′11)
Description: What an unfortunate little thing you are to have wandered into my nest while my wife is away… I am not as tolerant nor as patient as Echidna when it comes to my hunger unless you are my child. However if you bare your neck I’ll at least make it brief.
“SAYS THE GIRL IN THE GREEN CORSET AND PURPLE FISHNETS! I SWEAR TO MERLIN I WILL PUNCH YOU IN DIRECTLY IN THE FACE IF YOU CALL ME HARLEY ONE MORE FUCKING TIME!”
Metatron had been stuck at his father’s fortress for months on end. Why Erathaol insisted on keeping him there he had no idea but he wasn’t foolish enough to attempt to escape.
In fact he surprisingly hadn’t been harmed at all which was new for Erathaol.
However there was one habit the ancient drake had formed that was starting to grate on the Seraphim’s nerves.
Erathaol had taken to telling his eldest son all of what seemed to be the most unpleasant secrets of the universe.
So I’m thinking about going back to sinnersofafeather and being more active there again. In fact I probably will. I have 70 drafts here and almost no motivation to do them and I’m tinking that maybe if I shift my focus onto my muses that haven’t been getting the attention they deserve recently I won’t feel so worn out writing the ones here. So. If you’re not following sinnersofafeather and you thread with me here you should probably do that since I plan on leaving this blog for a while.
“Well, as long as you don’t have NPD or something.” Prickman shrugged.
“I don’t. My confidence is real because if I didn’t find myself worth it who would? It’s so stupid how people try and siphon their self-worth from other people.”
