Thanks, anon! You didn't specify a fandom/character and I've been reading across several fandoms, so I hope that's alright. Feel free to let me know if you'd like recs about anything in particular, though.
6. A fic that kept me on the edge of my seat.
always find me here, by robotsdance (GoT, Braime, 24k, complete). Time loops, when done well, always stress me out in such a way that I'm not sure why I enjoy them so much. I guess it's the final catharsis. This one is reeeally good, as in the author doesn't rush things and I could feel madness slowly creeping up on me as it did on Jaime.
To Speak the Unspoken, by ihamtmus (GO, Ineffable husbands, 33k, complete). This is so, so good. I remember I couldn't stop reading. There are so many untold things between these idiots, and so many feelings they won't even acknowledge to themselves. The 'canon compliant' tag is its own warning.
9. A fic that's popular for good reason.
Crime and Punishment, by melolcatsi (HP, Severitus, 196k, WIP). Harry's point of view is fascinating and the author does a great job of portraying his developing relationship with Snape. No wonder it's an absolute hit, it may be the best Severitus fic out there.
Bruised Words, by starknjarvis (HP, Severitus, 15k, complete). It's hard to write a good Severitus one shot, but in this fic the character development is believable because the author manages to convey a lot of emotions in just a few words. I haven't actually got around to reading the second part yet, but I will. >.<
Hey, if i were to write a piece on Sev gradutating in the house potter au-
what year would it be. and how old is everyone else?
I'm bad at math and don't want to get it wrong
also would he be friends with a weasley bro
AHH, this is so exciting!
I hope I didn't get the math wrong, haha. Sev's graduation would be in June 1991, so Severus would be 18, Harry would still be 10 because he doesn't turn 11 till July and Lily & James would both be 31.
I like to think so, yes! Both Charlie and Tonks would be in Sev's year and I love the idea of them becoming friends despite each being in a different House —this is only my headcanon, though, feel free to do whatever you like best.
Write a scene from https://archiveofourown.org/series/1839559 in another character’s POV. Either one of the series is fine xD
yep even though I myself have little inspiration lately… you practically demanded it xD
Thank you!! Inspiration is a flickery thing, but these things help. I'm so, so glad to say this is the first thing that I write with ease in almost two years.
From this ask game. You can also read it on AO3.
The Big Discovery
Set towards the end of chapter XIV: You Don't Care and That's Fine.
James was on his way downstairs when his eyes wandered into their former library. He had barely stepped foot inside since it had been turned into Snape’s bedroom. Oddly enough, the lad seemed to keep it in order of his own accord. He knew Snape used to be messy, but he was too grateful for not having to intervene to dwell on it.
At present, though, the bed was unmade. The twinge of annoyance died as soon as he remembered the skittish glances and sick pallor of the boy peeking inside the kitchen that morning. Someone should change the bedclothes anyway.
His nose scrunched in disgust at the thought. And to think no one was forcing him to do this…
As soon as he pushed the door fully open and stepped inside, the smell of sickness hit his nostrils. He almost recoiled and his legs bumped into the cat, who was quick to slip inside.
“Oi! Come back,” he hissed. As expected, Mrs Plump ignored him and dashed underneath the bed.
Huffing and trying hard not to think about his life’s choices, he went to open the window. The chilly morning breeze made him feel marginally better. From there, he took out his wand and stripped the bed bare. They could not really be dirty yet, but it always felt better to sleep in sheets untouched by sweat or sickness. He summoned clean linens and, while he waited, he heard the scratches and soft mews coming from the cat’s current spot.
“Bloody hell,” he grumbled, crouching down.
He was ready to give Mrs Plump a piece of his mind when he noticed she had got her claws on some sort of bundle pinned between the mattress and the wooden slats. It must be something the lad had taken care to hide.
Right away, his temper flared up. It was doubtful Snape had carried anything of value with himself when he arrived, judging from the rags he had been wearing. If he had hidden anything, it must have been something he had no right taking in the first place.
The little shit was a thief, which meant James was back on familiar ground.
Shooing the cat away —which did not work, of course, as that particular little shit was afraid of nothing but Harry—, he crawled further under the bed. A rancid smell assaulted him, different from the faint whiff that had surrounded the room moments earlier. Frowning, he reached out and, with a determined tug, freed the hidden treasure. He expected the contents to clunk or to be heavy, but whatever the boy had stolen, it was a light assortment.
Once back out in the open, he noticed the stench came from what he was holding. Disgusted, he let it on the floor, where the cloth opened and revealed a few chunks of bread, some half eaten biscuits and something that could have been chicken. There was even a muffin, covered in the same white and green spots as the bread. James reckoned he could become sick just from looking at it.
It was almost enough to make him forget this was what Snape had been stealing. His revulsion only grew.
The wanker had been hiding food away as if they had been starving him, when it was him who had done little else than peck at his food after the first night. Perhaps he had even got ill from eating that rubbish instead of catching it from Harry, as they had thought. And now he was miserable because of his own idiocy.
The memory of the night they had found him in the bathroom was enough to spark a feeling of pity within him once again. The lad might have been stupid, but he had already paid the price for it. No sense in dwelling on it.
He got up, not knowing what to do. Mrs Plump had also come out from under the bed and sat at a distance from the food, her sharp eyes fixed on it. It was clear he could not just ignore the issue. Going to her, he scooped her up and carried her out of the room, closing the door before letting her down.
He had hoped Lily would know what to do, as she usually did when dealing with Snape, but she looked just as lost looking at the sad bundle of mouldy food abandoned on the floor.
“D’you think he was getting ready to run away?” she whispered after staring down in silence for a long time.
“What?”
“He must’ve been gathering it up for days. Perhaps he was planning on running away and fell sick before he could.”
She looked devastated and James swallowed the sudden lump in his throat.
“No, no. He wouldn’t do that.” He tried to think up another option, something less gloomy. “It’s probably nothing. He likes being around the cat. He wanted to feed her, but you know she won’t eat anything like this. The food went bad before he could get rid of it.”
It sounded so simple. He allowed himself a moment of hope. Wanting to share it, he passed an arm across her shoulders and drew her closer. He could feel her sag against him.
“What if he was hungry? If he was willing to eat that instead of coming to us? I’d rather he would’ve just taken it from the pantry.”
It shamed James to hear the clear disgust in Lily’s voice, because contrary to him, she was offended for the lad’s sake and not because of his actions.
Snape had not come to them when he had become sick in the dead of night, either. It was not difficult to recall his rigid body in his arms, shaking and feverish and scared out of his wits. The wariness that seemed to never leave him, not even when he was offered food and medicine.
He had promised Lily he would try harder and he was falling woefully short. He still saw Snivellus first and Severus too late.
He gave his wife another squeeze.
“We’ll tell him that he’s free to help himself to more if he’s ever hungry. We’ll ask him why he did it, too, and then you’ll reassure him and it’ll be okay.”
They really did not need the complication of having to stop Snape from running away, but between that and the knowledge that he might have been going hungry while in their care, there could be no harm in wishing for a third option, right?
For ship bingo: Prongsfoot and Superbat (this new Superman has me intrigued...)
Thank you!!
Prongsfoot:
Superbat:
Gotta admit I've never been able to care for Batman, sorry. Also, this is my first Superman movie, so I had no idea this ship existed until a week ago, hahaha.
para el ask de "no soy estadounidense" (si querés, obvio!): 4, 7, 13, 16, y 29
¡Muchísimas gracias!
4. Favourite dish specific for your country?
There are so many I love! The one I miss the most when I'm abroad, though, are croquetas, especially if I'm eating out. You aren't sure what to order or what you're in the mood for? Croquetas are a safe bet and they come in virtually any flavour.
7. Three words from your native language that you like the most?
Trepidante (I don't know how to explain it, but its meaning is so fitting to the way it sounds), coraje (used as being annoyed rather than brave) and cenit (though it means "peak," it sounds so sad, which is fitting since after the peak there's always a fall).
13. Does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?
Already answered.
16. Which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with?
I hate the stereotype that we're lazy or that all we have to offer is paella, bullfighting and siesta. I agree with the fact that we're loud in our everyday life.
29. Does your region/city have beef with another place in your country?
Yes, I don't know any place in Spain that doesn't have beef with a neighbouring place (even my little hometown has beef with the neighbouring little village AND with the capital of our province). Basically, the beef changes depending on whom you're talking to, so if I'm talking with someone from outside my region, the rivalries shift and become national rather than regional. If I'm talking to someone from abroad, chances are I'll treat my country as a whole and mention international rivalries.
Well you know I’m always ready to humor you there xD okay I am indulging in expressing my personal curiosity but ‘hush’ nobody needs to know xD hm… 💌, 💫, 🎀, 🍭 xD
I appreciate you humouring me, thanks. ^-^
💌 Share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
All the interactions between James and Sev in the next chapter of House Potter! I'm really excited to see how people will react to them.
💫 What is your favourite kind of comment/feedback?
I love when readers share something that stood out to them about the story/chapter, be it the characterisation, a scene or a line. I also love long, rambling comments when you can tell the person enjoyed the writing so much they're barely coherent.
🎀 Give yourself a compliment about your own writing.
I pour my heart into my writing. Currently a bit mad at myself because I'm not pouring anything into anywhere.
🍭 Why did you start writing?
My grandpa and my father could come up with a fantastic story on the spot and I wanted to be able to do the same. I started by experimenting with the kind of stuff they were good at until, eventually, I found my own voice.
para el ask game (si querés, y perdón por el plagio de dos preguntas): 1, 5, 14 y 23 (pero si querés say 3 *good* things about someone you hate, sin nombres por supuesto!)
Claro que sí, ¡gracias! ^-^
1.What are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?
Someone's death.
The 15-M movement —which sounds ridiculous because I never had the opportunity to join when it was at its peak, but it shaped the way I started to think about politics and social issues and it was the reason for the first times I protested.
Changing degrees.
5. What made you start your blog?
I used to have a fandom account on Twitter when I became obsessed with OUAT back in 2011. A couple of mutuals also had Tumblr accounts and I loved scrolling through their blogs to see gifsets of Regina. I don't really remember what made me go "Let's get an account on the wonderful gif site," but one day I went ahead and finally did. So I'd say the Evil Regal gifmakers were my reason to start this blog.
14. What’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been too scared to do?
Travelling without planning anything.
23. Say 3 good things about someone you hate.
He's competent.
He's smart —can persuade people without actually lying.
He doesn't care about what others will think/say about him.
(I feel like throwing up right now. Do not recommend complimenting the person you hate.)
