'Lissa Stufflestreet
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I'm just a daydreaming college student who's been manifesting becoming a writer since I was five. I never stick to just one writing genre (and typically write dark content). | she/they
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Half-Blood Royalty | Severus Snapes' Daughter & Harry Potter's Younger Sister
This story, although associated with Harry Potter (I don't own the story or characters whatsoever - this is strictly just a fanfiction. I originally got this idea through the idea of "shifting" and decided to write out scenes in book form on Wattpad.), will not play a part with the canon universe of the books or movies. This story is indeed a fanfiction where Lily and Severus had a friendship/relationship that wasn't severed due to that day at Hogwarts when Severus called Lily a mudblood (in this "universe", although The Marauders and Severus still don't get along whatsoever, that moment never occured - it's my fanfiction, it's how I made this story made sense). Another thing about this fanfiction/non-canon storyline is that all children of deatheaters automatically get the "dark mark" at the age of fifteen. No matter what. I know it's not exactly how it went down in the books, but I just felt like it'd be the perfect way for Voldemort to keep growing his army... because obviously why would the villain rely on getting people to join him when he can simply use a little trick of his wand and automatically get the children of his followers to immediately be a part of his alliance. Plus, this theory fits so well to why he always had the same families in his pocket and I kind of don't hate this "headcanon/theory" at all.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreetabout a year ago in Fiction
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
You were supposed to be the one person I could confide in. Hell. You were the one person I could confide in. You were my everything. You were the one person I thought would never hurt me - the one person I couldn't ever picture hurting me. You used to fight to keep me safe. You used to be the one who'd pull me out in order to keep me safe. You were my everything. My everything. I used to love every single ounce of you, and now I can't even think of your name without crying. I can't look at a picture of you without feeling like someone shoved a razor-sharp dagger into my lung. So I guess what I have to say is...
By 'Lissa Stufflestreetabout a year ago in Poets
Falling for Him
The sun had fallen behind the clouds now; leaving a gorgeous red-orange color in its place as it slowly disappeared out of sight. The ocean waves were crashing for miles ahead, growing bigger as the wind slowly picked up the closer we were heading towards nightfall. My father had told us of the storm that was supposed to brew up by nightfall, but Jeremy insisted that tonight just had to be the night we both took a late-night boat ride through the ocean. Something 'bout how he wasn't sure when we'd ever find an opportunity as perfect as tonight. All my best friends told me over and over that I should get myself prepared and pampered in preparation for this boat trip... a small part of me was hoping they had a good hunch. It has been about three years... a good hunch is as good as any.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreetabout a year ago in Fiction
The Reason Why I Capture Everything on Film (And Why You Should Be Doing It To)
Nobody ever knows what'll happen in our lives. Nobody. Of course, for some, there are psychic mediums who certain people may believe can predict what'll happen... But life is and has always been unpredictable for most, if not all people. Nobody has an idea about who could enter into their life... Or why they were sent to us in the first place. Lessons are made every single day, and we just have to let it flow in and out- like a tide. We don't even have a clue about what people in our lives are meant to be with us forever, or who'll just up and go... without any possible warning. Sometimes, we have to experience things that'll hurt in the moment but teach us something valuable in the long run. Capturing every bit of those precious memories you've made in life, whether it's short or long, through either video capture or a series of pictures, can help your memory of that one specific day... or person... or even animals... never fade.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreetabout a year ago in Journal
Three Days Later. Content Warning.
It's been three days. Three days since I've seen my daughter. Since I've been able to watch her playing at the park. Since I've seen that bright smile flashed across her face. Three days. Oh, God, if you would've told me that I'd have to be away from her this long. Don't get me wrong. Officer Lincoln has treated my daughter's case as if it was his own daughter who had gone missing- he's spent every waking second for my little Kayley. Along with every other person, not just from our small town but from every neighboring town around ours.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreetabout a year ago in Fiction
Savior Complex
Her eyes scanned him up and down once more. Noticing every tiny detail to his every move. The way his bangs swept back into the hair resting upon the back of his head. The slow movement of his chest as he breathed. His eyes sparkling under the moonlight - almost as if the light of the moon was begging for me to notice. His eyes laid upon my own. His gun pointed towards my chest.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
