Snarry Games - 8th October Snape After Deathly Hallows - 15th October - 15th November Snarry Holidays - 6th November Harry Holidays - 10th November Snarry Swap - 15th December
And so. I am almost finished on my Snarry Games entries. I hope to get all the colouring done by the end of September (a.k.a. tomorrow), and thereafter go on a pattern hunt for beautification. If anyone sees any particularly beautiful swirls and dandybars then send them my way. I'm looking for vectors and kimono patterns and hippy splashes and really...anything.
You'd make my day.
Snape After DH. I have one thing done. The fic is looking dire. I lost my fic muse, which doesn't help. I start things and can't finish them. I've written the first bit and stalled.
My Snarry Holidays piece is done, but it's 1600 words, and I can't help but think, somehow distracted from the point. I have an intense desire to start again, which isn't very good.
Snarry swap. The linework is done, and the colouring will come thereafter. It's a cute little piece. Silly, since this one is so far off. It'll probably be done sooner rather than later and set aside.
Harry Holidays. This is the one that's looking the most dire. The bunny that jumped at me is massive. It should be given due care and attention. Time and loving. If I could get my muse off its arse to do anything about it it'd be great. My problem is that generally my bunnies are long term friends. I'm not so good with one shots as I used to be.
On top of this, I have non-a-thon stuff to do. I have a lot of writing up of work to do, but that's unimportant. Boring. What else.
In fandom? I'm still playing Wizardwatch, which is excellent, if lagging a bit right now. With less people playing, there seems to be a little less going on. I want more. I want intrigue. Maybe Neville should sleep with Rita again.
I have a Teddy/Fenrir plot that has been tugging desperately at me since the get go. I'll post an excerpt because I can't keep it to myself:
"“Oh, little wolf cub. I’m your worst nightmare.”
Theodore stumbled to his feet with some effort, putting distance between himself and the stranger who had so interrupted his reverie.
The speaker was a man, tall and broad, with obvious strength in his frame, despite the age that had ravaged his features. Long, grey hair lay matted and heavy, like the pelt of a dead animal worn as a trophy about the man’s head. A short, bristled beard and copious amounts of stubble framed the strong features of the man’s face, and thick black and grey eyebrows partly concealed ancient amber eyes.
A sense of emanating danger radiated from the man. It would have been easy to let the fear consume him, but Teddy controlled himself. Perhaps most of the man’s threat came from how he presented himself. He squared his shoulders, and as he narrowed his eyes, his hair blazed red. Really, he ought to have had a lot more control of that by now…
“Who are you? If you came to see Grandma, she’s not here; won’t be until tonight.”
The man’s lips drew back, revealing a set of sharp, yellowing teeth, and this time Teddy did hesitate, retreating a step.
“Do you know who I am?” the man said. His voice was somewhere between a growl and a snarl; Animalistic. “Hasn’t anybody ever told you about dear old Fenrir?”"
What else? I want to do something exciting. I don't know. I want to write Fenrir/Harry with a cage. I want to write something with Bellatrix. Anything would do. Bella/Neville. I never thought I'd say that. Snape/James or Snape/Lily or Snarry or Riddle/Harry or...a rewrite of the Malfoy Manor scene. I want something shocking. Something horrid. I want to role play dark fic until my blood runs thick and black, and smelling like patent leather.
My characters are having altogether too little sex. It's shameful. *sad sigh* I can't even get my SIMS to bugger each other, damn it!
I want chains and heels and sensual deprivation and hot and cold and sweet torture and -mating-. Where the hell is it all?
Edit: I forgot to add - Fenrir/Teddy has that creepy kind of Little Red Riding Hood undertone, doesn't it? He lives with his grandmother all alone in the woods, and the big bad wolf is out to get him. *cackles* I'm so going to turn that fairy tale on its head with what I have planned.