You have no idea how many nights I’ve spent crying over you. We used to talk everyday but now I can barely remember what your voice sounds like, you don’t answer my texts either. You only ever speak to me when you need to vent, I feel so used. That doesn’t matter, I still love you even if it’s wrong ❦
Living with memory loss is hard, I can’t reminisce about my childhood, I can hardly experience nostalgia. At least I get to make new, happy memories everyday. That’s the only thing that makes me happy and that’s enough for me.
You know those times when there’s a really significant event in your life and so your abuser reaches out to you but you have to be nice to protect yourself?
ID: a pen sketch of septimus and marwick. There is an orange base sketch with a more finished sketch in pink on top. Septimus is smiling with his eyes shut and doing finger guns/pointing at marwick, who looks slightly distressed and has his hands raised slightly as though gesturing during conversation. There is a text conversation edited over the image, with septimus saying “lol” “guess what” and marwick responding “bitch with the way you live I have no fucking idea” /end ID
ID: 2 pen drawings of septimus heap, a boy with short curly hair, wearing a cloak, trousers, boots and a tunic. Both drawings have a base sketch in orange and a more prominent, finished sketch over the top in pink.
In the first image he is drawn from the shoulder up, hand to his chest eyes closed in an expression that I, the artist, tried to make look smug or like he’s bragging. He has a speech bubble with a tumblr post edited into it, which is by user @/hustlerose, posted on May 2nd and reads “if i didnt get little treats sometimes. well i would fucking die i think”. The effect is that he is saying the contents of the post
The second image is a full body drawing, with the very bottom of the boots and the top of his hair cut off by the cropping of the image. Septimus has his hands vaguely spread to either side of him with a distressed expression, and the post he is saying is by @/longnuts, posted 6 days ago, and reads “Does anyone know what to do”
Hey everyone!! I know it’s been like, literally 6 years since I last updated this fic, but I’m here today with the long-awaited ending to Give It A Chance!! Thank you so much to everyone who’s read it over the years and given me support. I hope you all enjoy getting to see the end!
This chapter is rated M for: swearing, drinking, and PG-13 level descriptions of making out.
And now, here’s the ending to Give It A Chance! <3
Septimus Heap was 23 when he fell in love for the final time.
[image description: a simple pencil drawing on notebook paper of Septimus Heap and Syrah Syara from the Septimus Heap series. It’s a full body drawing showing them standing together and looking at each other, with a heart in between them. End of description.]
Just a lil sketch of Them™️ at the forest party from Give It A Chance chapter 5
