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Severus Snape is my little black dress of the Harry Potter fandom; I'm also an unrepentant pairing (and genre) whore—I like gen, too! With the exception of Getting Severus Married, my fic is publicly posted at the Archive of Our Own.

Unexpected fic!

Hey, alisanne! I just answered your prompt, but instead of a ficlet, I produced fic—fic that I believe would be good for snapecase. Category assignments are first come, first served, so if I'm lucky enough to get the age-range category assignment I want, yay!1 If not, I'll post the fic after sign ups.

Thanks for prompting me!

1Of course, I won't be able to tell you which fic is for you until the Reveal, but then, you know that. *smooches*

It's a good day to be a pluviophile!

The soft, gray raininess of the day has brought peace to the household and my lap; the cats are clinophiles, and I am their bed. Five degrees or so ago, I wouldn't have been able to get them into the house, but now that the temperature is hovering at a feline-unfriendly 68°F., there is no moving them without experiencing claw-related damage. That's just as well; I've been attached to my keyboard all day—and while I actually have gotten some real work done, I've also been reviewing a list of philias.

Did you know that an obsessive love of otters is called lutraphilia? I didn't. I also learned that an obsessive love of cooking is called mageirocophilia, which doesn't look or sound particularly appetizing. That said, reading the list has given me loads of plot bunnies. Hopefully, some of them will hop away because I've already got enough to do. :P

Speaking of doing, I'd best finish up my real work so that I can get on with my fandom fun for a bit before I'm off to read to the big kids. *waves*

o.O . . . *\o/*

I just realized that Naked is the 800th fic that I've archived at AO3.

*flails with glee*

I think I'll go to bed, now.

Naked (NC-17; Severus/Regulus; 350 words)

Title: Naked
Author: iulia_linnea
Pairing: Severus/Regulus
Rating: NC-17
Warning (highlight to view): Teen/teen sexual activity.
Word Count: 350
Summary: Regulus isn't as naked as Severus.
Disclaimer: This work of fan fiction is based on characters and situations created by J. K. Rowling and owned by J. K. Rowling and various publishers, including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made from (and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended by) the posting of this fan work.
Author's Note: eoforyth prompted me for Snegulus with pole, bat, strive.

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Title: An Excellent Sentiment
Author: iulia_linnea
Pairing: Severus/Hermione
Rating: G
Warning (highlight to view): None.
Word Count: 300
Summary: Severus is jealous and watchful. Hermione, perhaps, sees what she wants to see.
Disclaimer: This work of fan fiction is based on characters and situations created by J. K. Rowling and owned by J. K. Rowling and various publishers, including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made from (and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended by) the posting of this fan work.
Author's Note: nocturnus33 prompted me for Snermione with tempest.

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Title: Keeping Calm, Carrying On
Author: iulia_linnea
Characters: Xenophilius Lovegood, William Greengrass, Luna Lovegood, and Astoria Greengrass
Rating: G
Warning (highlight to view): For none.
Word Count: 630
Summary: Neither wizard spoke, both preferring to listen to their daughters' laughter rather than speak of the reason for their meeting.
Disclaimer: This work of fan fiction is based on characters and situations created by J. K. Rowling and owned by J. K. Rowling and various publishers, including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made from (and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended by) the posting of this fan work.
Author's note: Thank you, arynwy, for reading this over for me. I might have let it grow up into a complete fic, but I decided that I liked it in medias res.

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Busy morning!

After we walked and went to the dog park, Albus and I saved a kid who'd escaped her enclosure and was dancing about in the road while the other goats looked on and bleated at her. She was fast, but so curious about Albus that I was able to snatch her up when she attempted to headbutt him hello. Once back inside her pen, she parkour-ed over to mama goat, who seemed relieved. *anthropomorphizes*

Albus was very good during all of this, mostly because he was in awe of the emu who was wandering around in the goat pen. His entire body was quivering, in excitement or frustration, I cannot say.

And then we went up to the market to buy everything we needed for Stuffed Pumpkin with Everything Good. Yes, it's already that time of year again! *dances*

On our way home, we stopped to help some people who'd broken down call for help, and Albus got to meet a female mastiff pup who was almost bigger than he was. He's now sleeping off all the excitement of the morning on our bed while I provide feedback on the workshop stories (all the homeschoolers turned in their work early!).

It's a gorgeous day, too, even though it started off with rain and mist. *happy*

I know I'm behind on fandom stuff (reaction post, prompt answers), but life's pretty busy right now. Soon!

Here's hoping you're enjoying yourselves as much as I am! *smooches flist*

P.S. Shog was cleaning when I got home!

Take that, you line-jumping bastard!

Poor Shog has succumbed to the Cold of Endless Coughing, so I went forth for the appropriate meds. There were a lot of people in line, many of whom appeared unwell, so no one was happy when some hacking jerk cut in front of everyone and asserted that he was "too sick to wait." Before anyone could even think of objecting, the checker became our hero by refusing to serve the man.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to wait your turn," he said, as he turned away to fetch a prescription order—and then the line-jumper actually went to the back of the line!


It may not seem like much to celebrate, but I was ecstatic. All too often, checkers do serve line-jumpers, and it's infuriating.

"Story Lady! You're back!"

My kiddos missed me while I was away and welcomed me back with many hugs and opinionated declarations about Substitute Story Lady. It's good to be favored. ;P Of course, I eyed them rather severely and said, "I'm sure you made [S.S.L.] feel welcome . . . and that you thanked her, yes?"

Kids: "Yes, Story Lady."

We ended up spending some of our reading time making S.S.L. a thank you card, which lessened the kids' obvious guilt. *snorts*

It was only while watching one of the kids wipe his nose with construction paper that I realized where I probably caught my cold. *snorts at self*

In other news, Shog and I are having frozen chocolate custard for lunch because tomorrow, Rita's closes for the season. *waves*

P.S. It's possible that I'll have time to write a ficlet this afternoon . . . .

T.V. news!

Yay! They're rebooting Magnum, P.I. with his daughter as the show's focus! *dances*

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Tom Lennon would make a perfect, say, nephew of Higgins. :D

P.S. And in fandom news, Rita Skeeter is reporting on the sshg_giftfest!

I feel almost normal today!

I was ill going into last Friday's meeting (which was as shitty as I thought it would be and quickly devolved into near shouting matches between and among people with different political perspectives, as well as differing notions about what's appropriate to say to the elderly and infirm as one drives them to the polls. I am opposed to making people think that I won't drive them home if they don't vote for a particular candidate (a strategy that was bandied about in earnest); that's not the purpose of helping others exercise their civic duty. I said as much and tried not to be drawn into other people's arguments. It was exhausting.

I do have strong opinions with regard to the upcoming presidential election, but that doesn't mean that I have to burden any of the people I drive to the polls with them—and I don't need some chippy who just graduated to a proper driver's license to smugly tell me that I am out of touch because of my position—which is, just to be clear, that I think it's inappropriate to browbeat old people (and also a waste of time because people don't tend to become more flexible with age).

My annoying head cold didn't improve the experience of the meeting at all. By the end of the day, the cold was in my chest, and breathing had become a dangerous and disgusting sport. The cold's not gone, but it's better, thank God—and thank Shog, who took excellent care of me. *loves him* I really do not deserve him; happily, he feels the same way. I cannot tell you how important this state of affairs is to the continuance of our marital happiness. In any case, a couple of days back, I started thinking, while I was propped up and trying not to wheeze, that I have more time for fandom now that Mom's moved out.

And that's when I decided to bring back snapecase. I don't know how many people are still around who remember the fest, but it was always one of my favorites and I'm going to try to make it work. Even if it's a ten-work run, it'll be worth doing. I wish that Snape would turn 50 again; I'd love to re-run severus_shorts. Of course, there's no stopping anyone from submitting birthday fic to the Snape Showcase. *hopes*

In domestic news, the kitchen is in an alarming state (points from Shog), but the basement is spotless (points to Shog)! The near-sentient laundry pile has begun to take on a shadow of its former self, but Shog's taken to saying that he enjoys his discussions with it. :P What really needs to be done, as soon as is humanly possible, is the vacuuming; we've too many animals not to vacuum at least twice a week, and we're usually lucky to do it the once. I'm not sharing pictures. :P

What have you been up to, flist?

P.S. Had a bad moment at the dog park this morning—I put my keys in my bra (my sweats don't have pockets), and they fell out without my realizing it until I was ready to leave. Without the fob, I'd never have been able to get over the fence, and my phone was in the car. Happily, a friend arrived and helped me look, and she found my keys exactly where I "knew" they weren't. *so grateful* I'm donating all my clothes without pockets and buying some better bras. *rolls eyes at self*

Save the Day


Snape Showcase
[info]snapecase: Celebrating Severus Snape throughout his ages!

The Snape Showcase is back!

It's good to be, to some extent, up and around again. I thought I'd sleep forever. Now I just feel as though I woke up someplace that I didn't go to sleep; it's a bit surreal. Ever feel like that after an illness?

The 'Foot has left me, so I'm going to go pet Albus, now.



*waves from sickbed*

Thank you, everyone who wished me well in my last post. *huggles*

Shog is wonderful; he's been feeding me tea, broth, and toast for days without complaint, and he keeps changing the linens and bathing my forehead to keep me cool—while keeping me in good spirits by teasing me about the "special tool" he has to measure how well I'm feeling. *rolls eyes at, loves him*

Two things before I go back to sleep:

  • delphipsmith would like me to remind SS/HG shippers that sign ups for the sshg_giftfest are ongoing through this Wednesday, 21 September,

  • and I haven't forgotten your prompts of last week; I will answer them as soon as I'm well!

Am sick

Too ill to dislodge fuzzies. Have texted Shog for tea.
*takes took prompts via poll*

ETA: I've got my prompts. If you took the poll but didn't leave a specific prompt, feel free to do so. If you don't, I may PM you for direction—or not. ;P I'll be working on answers tomorrow and this weekend!

Poll #2053870 Silly (Not-Quite-Abecedarian) Snapian Portmanteau Poll
This poll is closed.

Pick one for ficcing!

Snercy Perverus!
Snother! (Snape/Another Character you'll suggest in comments)

Add a brief prompt (or three, one-word prompts) to go with your portmanteau!

The love that dare not bark its name

I now know why I awoke so damn early: it was to watch a rather rainy sunrise with friends while Albus got his hump on at the dog park. *snorts*

*looks for sunlight, finds none*

Why am I awake, now?!