Today has been, for whatever reason, a bad coughing day, even though I should be over this by now. I'm about to run the hottest bath I can stand and go sit in the steam for a while, unless my landlady objects to the water usage.

However, while I was sitting at my desk trying to make writing happen (the sum total of my achievement, of which I am inordinately proud: "Merlin's sodding horse cock!" and I'm sure you can all guess the mouth into which I inserted those words), I wandered off into Pinterest land, as I am wont to do when I ought to be focusing on deathless prose. Fate rewarded my bad habit by presenting me with a truly wonderful Snape, standing in his lab of a morning and pouring himself a cup of joe. This version of him is spot-on, pale and lanky and long-faced, and the detail in his lab is spectacular. I wanted to crawl right inside the picture and start poking around, because it's the sort of place crowded with curious objects and intriguing ingredients in jars. You can imagine why someone might enjoy brewing and potions-making when you clap eyes on this beautifully cluttered but tidy and inviting workroom with the high, arched ceiling. The artist's style is precise, elegant, nicely scaled and proportioned, exquisite, and full of imagination. I mean, this is Snape. There's no mistaking him.

GoodMorning! It's Coffee Time! by Kedro Boiz
But first, semi-coherent life ramblings )

Now the real reason for this post:

The [community profile] snape_potter community started posting its annual Snarry-a-thon, and the fest opened with a story (which I haven't read yet) and a work of art, which is what inspired me to post today. The picture can be interpreted as shippy or not, depending on your fannish lens, and it takes as its subject Snape's death in the Shrieking Shack - although the prompt provides hope of rescue.

It's a luminous work, with a subdued but striking color palette. The figures are rendered with great tenderness, Harry kneeling and Snape sprawled out on the floor, supported in Harry's arms. I recognize the artist's style, and this is one of their most moving pieces, after years of drawing a portfolio of Snapes. The emotion in it is quiet but intense, and the overall effect is one of beauty, even peace. The way Snape's night-black robes take up half the frame is like a visual metaphor for him turning - or being lifted away - from death. I'd recommend it to anyone, regardless of their opinion of Snape/Harry. Whatever you may see in it, it undeniably contains a moment of connection imbued with pain and surrender and gentleness.

The Last Memory
Zooming through while at work to drop a link to a sweet femslash Regency piece that some of my flist might enjoy. It's original, not fandom-specific, and it's basically a warm-hearted dollop of fluff that goes down nicely. If you need a half-hour's dash of escapism, this might serve you well.

Summary: Lady Darby's niece is a scandalous tribade. So is Lady Montgomery's daughter. And who ever heard of a society mama who could resist the chance to matchmake?

Making Arrangements by rosefox
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( Mar. 21st, 2017 12:47 pm)
Hello, my lovelies! I haven't been around much, because - well, I seem to require payback in the karma department; the universe is pissed off at me and life is a pretty joyless ride these days. But every once in a while, my fannish delight resurfaces. And I'm getting closer to actually finishing a fic! Yeah, will wonders never cease. Restoring my pleasure in the written word would go a long way toward making me happier.

But this post actually exists to share a pair of visual pleasures with you. Both Snape-related, of course, as that particular fire refuses to go out. And as with fic writers, we have some marvelous artists scattering splendor across our paths.

First, please hop over to Daily Deviant and bask in the pervy beauty of [ profile] akatnamedeaster's NSFW young Snape doing naughty and rather risky things to his equipment. The requested kink is sounding, which is something most of us will not want to try at home, but Kat has created a rosy, sexually luminous image of a school-aged half-clothed Snape (complete with a grey underpants cameo) having it off with a metal rod up his unmentionables. The coloring is sensual and warm, Snape is blitzed on sensation, and I loved the pic on sight.

Sounding Sev

The other piece is by a Russian artist whose work I like a great deal, but this portrait only turns up in an HP gallery that doesn't allow linking to the individual artworks. Thus I'm going to post the pic here under a cut, something I wouldn't normally do because it circumvents the artist's control. If there were any other means of linking you to it, I'd substitute that in a second.

But this is such a dark, intense, beautiful (that's the theme here) portrait that I want to share. I don't know how many fans have run across it, and it's too wonderful to languish unseen. NSFW due to nudity and a flash of arse crack, although it's entirely non-sexual, a view of naked Snape from the back peering over his shoulder like a suspicious, black-eyed raptor.

Snape by MariKaART )

I have other art recs, but I'll save them for next month when I take a turn on the [ profile] crack_broom.
OMG OMG OMG!!! faviconmia_ugly is posting a new story!

I don't know if I can properly express how deliriously happy that makes me, the internal wonder that feels like wings unfurling inside my chest. (Sshhh, yes, I know I'm hyperbolic, I can't help it.)

Most Snape/Harry fans who have seen me fall all over myself trying to describe how much I love Mia's work will understand what a thrill and an unlooked-for joy this is. Mia is one of the authors I adore, and her 2009 fic Rapture is a story I would carry with me to a desert island, a fic that defines the pairing for me. If fanfic ever needed to justify its existence, this is one of the first examples I would point to.

Early in May I discovered that Mia had started re-posting her work to AO3. That was fantastic news in and of itself, and I hope she'll be deluged with readers who treasure her beautiful stories as much as I do. What I didn't expect was that she would start posting a WiP, and I may have shrieked a little just now. It's been five years or more, and I never thought I'd see another Snarry fic with her name on it. (If I seem a little incoherent right now, it's because I'm bursting inside with a litany of "hurrahs!")

I'm about to plunge in and start reading, but I was so exhilarated and downright gleeful at the sight that I had to rush over here and flail for a moment to relieve my feelings. Anyone who loves Mia's heartbreaking, gorgeous work is more than welcome to come join me.

(No, I haven't read it yet. Yes, I am reccing it sight unseen.)

However I Fall by faviconmia_ugly on Archive of Our Own
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( Feb. 4th, 2015 01:32 pm)
This is a quick drive-by and finger-point of a rec, because I ought to be working on something else, but I'd like to encourage more people to read this [ profile] hp_kinkfest entry because I almost didn't attempt it myself. I'm not usually drawn to the kink or the pairing, but [ profile] pauraque wrote it, and I've learned to trust their sensitivity, pinpoint eye for details, attunement to emotional hungers, accretions, confusions, and irrational truths, and their fresh, unflinching approach to characters' deeper experiences.

The kink is lactation, the pairing is Harry/Hermione, and it's a very touching fic. It's not exactly sexual except insofar as breasts and suckling are culturally inflected, and there's a nervous quality to some of their interactions that give a nod to the sense of transgression, but the story isn't really about that. Instead it deals quite honestly with a child's deprivation and with the power of love and the bonds of friendship, of healing and home. It's breathtakingly intimate, to the point that I, as a reader, felt like an intruder upon a supremely private moment.

This is the kind of fic that adds a crucial piece I never knew was missing to my conception of a character. The revelations here will always color how I see Harry now, in a way that deepens my compassion.

It's a short fic (~3600 words) and beautifully handled. Even if you're unsure about the kink, I'd suggest giving it a try.

Rest Your Head Close to My Heart by [ profile] pauraque
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( Feb. 2nd, 2015 10:59 pm)
Mine, all mine! Okay, no, not really, it's for all of us to share, but it's a sizzling piece of artwork for a prompt I left, so I'm just going to swing from the chandelier for a bit. It's practically designed to locate my buttons and descend upon them like a heat-seeking missile.

The picture is of Snape and Harry, Harry caught in Snape's sexual field, which has an air of dark magic and carnal arrogance about it. The artist mentions going for the "erotically elegant," which is everything I could want in this scenario. Elegance rises from the page like sweet and possibly drug-infused smoke.

The kink here? Snape is wearing leather gloves. Harry's licking one finger, eyes closed as if dreaming. His tongue and the leather are touching. Excuse me while I palpitate a little.

The drawing is beautiful and slightly creepy and deeply, um, relevant to my interests. Harry is completely in thrall, and I'm completely entranced, and Snape has the anticipatory, slightly brimstone look of a high priest of virgin sacrifice. He's gorgeous.

Go pay them a visit if you'd like to see what I mean.

Deviltry by [ profile] akatnamedeaster
I'm only half-awake and I've had no head-clearing morning tea yet or a good tooth-brushing or even a splash of cold water on my face, but I just slipped and fell into the first fic posted over at [ profile] hp_crossgenfest - accidentally, not meaning to, but it was based on a prompt of mine, and - oh God, I'm in love. Again. How is it possible for fanfic to keep doing this to me? I've been in HP fandom for almost ten years now, and I never, ever tire of that thrill of delight when a story is so good I have to run to my flist in a state of jubilation and blither all over them. You. Whatever. You know what I mean. (Tea, I needs it.)

The fic is entitled Needs Must, and it's a lovely slice-of-life, a cozy encounter between young Professor Snape and Filch the caretaker, wry and funny and the kind of character study so full of perfect notes and twinges of bittersweetness and heat and humor and common sense - no sentimentality here, not when it's Severus providing commentary on the ironies and late-blooming ecstasies of his life - so effortlessly balanced in its lightness of touch and unerring craft, that a whole person unfolds in less than 3000 words, a prickly boy from working-class Cokeworth who's aware of how thoroughly he botched his entry into the wizarding world, and who feels more at home in the caretaker's room, being rogered over the arm of the caretaker's couch, than he does at the high table breakfasting with his uncollegial colleagues. (Yay, run-on sentences, how I've missed you!)

It's a non-love story that feels suspiciously warm and sympathetic, and the writing is so wonderful and sly that I actually burst out laughing twice. On the basis of this story alone, I would follow this writer anywhere.

If you have a moment, nip over and treat yourself to Needs Must.

Now I need to wash my face and eat my breakfast so I can fortify myself to run back and leave the author an appropriately bouncy, overjoyed comment. *beams at the world*
I expect quite a bit of this challenge will be taken up with recs, because I'm completely in agreement with [ profile] pir8fancier's post from yesterday, which urges us to spread the love about fanworks that excite us. I don't have a prayer in hell of doing a challenge post and a recs post, but I can blend the two together. And the timing is perfect. My brain is actually jittering around a bit, the way it does when I've encountered a piece of writing that ignites my interest and adulation.

A couple of days ago, [personal profile] delphi asked if I'd be interested in beta-reading the first installment of a new Snape/Filch series she's got planned. I don't think you could have paid me to say no. (I may even have begged a little.) She posted it today, and I just blithered all over her AO3 comment box because I'm absolutely in thrall. It's a non-magic AU that starts with the idea that St. Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys is a real place and then builds from there. Snape isn't a professor; oh no, he's a student. An incurably criminal boy.

I don't want to give anything away, but I will tell you that it's an amazing, subtle, and rather terrifying portrait of Severus in all his mentally complex, morally compromised glory. We're privileged to watch how his mind works, and in [personal profile] delphi's hands, the workings are hypnotic and impressive. But something's not quite right. Every time the story brought me to the edge of pity, of heart-clench, of wishing this incarcerated boy had someone to hold him and appreciate him, his thoughts would shift and reveal a quiet, unnerving underside that made me pull back. It's a brilliant, carefully brushstroked portrait of a trapped child who's walking a very thin edge; and if he falls, he's not the only one who'll be hurt. The prose is calm, sympathetic, observant, and nothing awful happens. But we know what choices Severus made in canon, and the question of his fate haunts this first chapter in the series.

Absolutely recommended. If you happen to read my comments and have something to add or disagree with, by all means, come back and tell me. But tell Delphi first. :)

Schoolboy Blues on AO3
on Livejournal
on Dreamwidth
I just saw this linked on [ profile] counteragent's journal and was quite touched by it. Matt Lewis and his doleful face and his gangly, underdog determination! It was one of the entries at this year's Vividcon, and it's the tale of The Boy Who Was Overlooked (luckily for him).

The Adventure by [ profile] greensilver

In other news, I saw a young bobcat in the field this morning. Now there's an orb spider of impressive size positioned directly outside my front window, dramatically silhouetted against the twilight sky. Ah, nature.

I am so lucky in where I live.
No doubt everyone on my flist has already seen this, but for those few who missed it: the awesome [personal profile] glockgal has rediscovered her Beatles love and merged them into Marauders era HP. The result is hilarious and fantastic and utterly charming. And oh, wee Snape's expression! I wouldn't drink any tea handed to me by Ringo during his Magic Christian phase, dearie. Just saying'.

Harry Potter (Marauders Era) and Beatles

I'm about to disappear offline for a few days, and I owe comments. Sorry, I'll get to them soonish!
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( Jan. 31st, 2010 09:31 pm)
I should be wary of leaving comments first thing in the morning, pre-caffeine. I do tend to go on.

However, I had to burst out in admiration at the latest severus_shorts entry, A Nice Symbol of the Relationship. It's an indelible portrait of school-age Severus and portrays a chilling and plausible turn of events in his unpromising life. This Severus is an eminently reasonable child who deals with setbacks and with his father's antipathy by thinking his way to a pragmatic resolution. On the surface, at least. Beneath, there is pain denied, the sense of being unwanted, the desperate ingenuity of a boy cast in the role of his mother's protector, even though she expressly forbids him to be.

The beauty of this fic lies in Severus' discursive mind. He is alone through much of the narrative, thinking and re-thinking, trying to solve adult problems from the distance imposed by his isolation at Hogwarts. His father's cruel letters, his mother's predicament, and his own irrelevance to them all feed into his ultimate act of vengeance masquerading as mercy. He's droll, introspective, brilliant, obsessive, resourceful, constantly making side-pocket observations that are acute and amusing. But the story itself narrows smoothly, with inevitable calm, toward a decision that proves he is indeed still a child - a child making irrevocable, grown-up mistakes.

I love the way the fic is written, how it gets inside Severus' head, his adaptation to his less-than-ideal circumstances, his offhand wit and self-possession. It's quiet and haunting and totally absorbing. And another in the list of winners produced by this fest.
Here's how it begins )

A Nice Symbol of the Relationship
As usual, I need to pry my butt out the chair and get ready for work, so this will be short and to the point:

I am totally in love with and in awe of the latest fic posted in the severus_shorts fest, and I urge you to GO READ IT ASAP:

A Rowan in Winter

It's quiet and wintry and beautiful: in its details, its prose, its recognition of darker forms of magical existence. It takes place on Severus' eleventh birthday, and everyone concerned is etched with careful words and sharp compassion. Eileen, Tobias, and Lily are all vivid and memorable, and the evocation of the Spinner's End neighborhood is wonderful in all its grimy, snow-covered poverty. This fic keeps its emotions under wrap, and is all the more powerful for that. I don't want to explain it all or ruin the way it builds to its end, so I'll just say that it felt to me both fierce and haunting.

What a wonderful fest this has been! And I admit, I wish to God I had written this fic, because I'm consumed with envy for how beautiful it is.

In case you missed it the first time:

A Rowan in Winter
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( Dec. 31st, 2009 11:36 am)
Of course I just finished reading this at the very moment I should be dashing off to work, but oh! I'm utterly in love with the latest entry at Snapely Holidays, In Memory of Sigmund Freud. I've an ache in my stomach right now, because it catches young Snape in all his battered, suspicious, unpolished glory, gauche and ignorant of so much that is good in the world. I can't even give a summary because I've no time, but the portrayal of Severus, Minerva, and Alastor Moody is so unerring and multi-layered in the most subtle and undramatic sort of way - oh, never mind, I can't think straight right now. Sorry! Just go read! There are many wonderful fics in this fest, and I hope to rec more later, but this is the only one that's made me sputter with admiration and joy and the quiet, steady pain of an author who sees clearly and unflinchingly into her character's soul.

In Memory of Sigmund Freud
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( May. 15th, 2008 09:12 am)
I've just started (finally!) reading the [ profile] snarry_games fics, so I'm progressing backwards. Or maybe just out of sequence. But the beauty of [ profile] fuschia's fic Playing Azkaban caught me totally off guard. Both in the sense that I wasn't expecting it, and with joy at its sharp, heartfelt language. The extraordinary wealth of detail in this fic summons a lost world vividly to mind and fills it with intense emotion. Or perhaps I should say it fills me with emotion. The writing is chockful of precise, sensual observations, and the mood is urgent, melancholy, slightly twisted and - dare I say it - satisfying. It's an unusual variation on the theme of pensieve memories, and it gave me that sense of closure that canon lacks. Harry has the chance to say what he needs to say, so directly that it will almost make you squirm. For myself? I like to know Harry's capable of transgression. It means he's growing up.

Also, any fic that gives me a glimpse of young!Snape is welcome. There's a bonus in that young!Lily not only appears, but actually wins me over. For perhaps the first time I genuinely regret that Severus lost Lily's friendship, because this fic convinces me, in a very short span of words, that they were friends, close and quarrelsome and well-matched.

I've avoided saying much about the plot, because the fic is short and I don't want to spoil it. But it's so tightly written, and it gets so many things right, and [ profile] fuschia's skill is just breathtaking. Prepare to be a bit sad at the end. It's the sadness of "if-only" and the sense that the fic is handing Harry back to his mundane destiny. But first it gives us a secret glimpse of something that falls between the lines of canon, and I'm very grateful for it.

Read! Vote! The Games are overflowing with wonderful things. I suppose I ought to make the usual disclaimer that I'm a member of Team Phoenix and this is one of ours, but that's not why I'm reccing it. It's simply lovely. Go check it out.


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