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Jul. 19th, 2010

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Placed third in the Death Eater Drab Voldemort!Crack! Challenge! Yay!

Title: Making Nice

Word Count: 522

Rating: PG

Summary: A lazy afternoon at the Riddle Manor is anything but quiet.

Warnings: Voldemort!crack (need I say more?)

Author's notes: Not mine. Just having a bit of fun.



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Jul. 13th, 2010

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Drabble Challenge: Introspection

Title: Introspection
Summary: Ron reflects upon his darkest secret.
Word Count: 587
Warnings: implied character death, implied violence and rape
Author's notes: Initially written for the LJ Death Eater Drabble Challenge -- Evil!Weasleys!


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Jun. 23rd, 2010

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It's time to vote!


The Snape - Last Drabble Writer Standing community challenge "The Seven Deadly Sins" is starting to wind down. I am grateful to be included as one of the final four contestants from the original pool of fourteen. Yay! Unfortunately, one of us will have to go. Boo! Hopefully, I'll make it through to the next stage. *crosses fingers*

All the entries are fantastic! Come vote for your favorite!

Jun. 21st, 2010

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Drabble Challenge: Want

Title: Want
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implied character death
Word Count: 395


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Feb. 28th, 2010

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Ficlet: A Perfect Fit

Potter Pr0n Prompts Mod's Choice Award - "Satin"

Title: A Perfect Fit
Author/LJ name: rosewood, a.k.a. rosewoods_muse
Ship: Severus Snape/Madam Malkin
Warnings: Sex. Lots of it.
Word Count: 1,098
Summary: Severus needs to be fitted for a new set of robes. Lemony goodness ensues.
A/N: All the toys belong to JKR. I just like to play with them.


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Feb. 25th, 2010

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This is a first for me as I've never been especially partial to memes. So here goes. Oh, swiped from my fellow LJ'er fancypantsdylan. :)

01) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
02) What was your dream growing up?
03) What talent do you wish you had?
04) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
05) Favorite vegetable?
06) What was the last book you read?
07) What zodiac sign are you?
08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
09) Worst Habit?
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
11) What is your favorite sport?
12) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude?
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
16) Do you have any pets?
17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18) What was your first impression of me?
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22) What color eyes do you have?
23) Ever been arrested?
24) Bottle or can soda?
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
26) What's your favorite place to hang out at?
27) Do you believe in ghosts?
28) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
29) Do you swear a lot?
30) Biggest pet peeve?
31) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
32) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
33) Favourite and least favourite food?
34) Do you believe in God?
35) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?

Feb. 22nd, 2010

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Drabble Challenge: The Spectacle

The fireplace in the Headmaster’s office flared to life as Severus Snape’s head appeared in the fire.

 “Albus, there is a situation that merits your immediate attention,” he said.

“Is anyone injured or have you merely caught a mischief maker?” Albus asked benignly.

“Define ‘injured’?” Severus asked with a mock air of innocence.

Albus looked over his glasses towards the fireplace with a renewed interest.

“Pray tell, where are you, my boy?”

“I’m in Lockhart’s study. Oh, and kindly ask Minerva to join us,” Severus added smugly.



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Feb. 10th, 2010

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100 Tales about Snape

After some mulling, I've decided I really need to get off my proverbial duff and begin writing more frequently. After exploring LJ for a bit, I came across 100_tales and decided this would be the perfect venue in which to exercise my fanfic muscles. The focus of my tales will more than likely be Snape-centric. I certainly hope you will enjoy reading these little ficlets as much as I'll enjoy writing them. :)

026.Summer.027.Autumn.028.Winter.029.Christmas.030.New Year.
031.Valentine's Day
096.Writer's Choice.097.Writer's Choice.098.Writer's Choice.099.Writer's Choice.100.Writer's Choice.

Feb. 9th, 2010

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Severus and Delilah

Thank Merlin for the idiocy of Ministry bureaucracy, Severus Snape mused.

Granted, he was absolved of the most heinous charges by the Wizengamot, and for that he was grateful. Nonetheless, he was still considered a former Death Eater, and as such was required to wear a tracking device so that the Department of Magical Law Enforcement could follow his movements. It was a good thing for him that the obviously underpaid, overworked lackey in the Ministry’s Charms office only put forth a minimal amount of effort creating the device. It was a very good thing, indeed.

Severus stared at the small gold pendant in his hand that was to be kept on his person at all times. As it was, the tracking device was charmed so that it needed to remain in his presence. Should he be separated from the pendant, the Auror Department would be notified. Logically, the intent seemed straightforward enough. Unfortunately, the Ministry forgot it was dealing with one of the wizarding world’s most consummate Slytherins.

He conjured a slender black ribbon, slipped the pendant onto it, looked in the mirror and began to plait it into a small section of hair behind his ear. After the plait was secured, he snipped it close to his scalp, placed it carefully upon the surface of his bathroom sink and admired his handiwork. If the essence of human hair was good enough to be the catalyst for Polyjuice Potion, it was certainly good enough to emulate the requirements of personal proximity as necessitated by the tracking device. Circe’s tits, this was much too easy.

He carried the plait of hair nestled around the pendant to his bedroom and attached it to the collar of his feline familiar.

“Miss Delilah, I trust you’ll take good care this lock of hair while I’m gone,” he murmured while stroking her sleek midnight coat. “Minerva has promised to look in on you every day.”

Severus changed into a pair of tight black leather pants, a light-weight silver lame collared dress shirt, and donned his sunglasses. After all, Carnival came only once a year and he was ready to samba his ass off. He activated the Portkey Kingsley was kind enough to surreptitiously sneak to him, and winked at Delilah.

“Rio de Janeiro, here I come!”

A/N: Many thanks to blue artemis for taking the time to beta this little number.

Prompt provided by beaweasley2: Pick a favorite Death Eater, reformed, and forced to wear a tracking device (i.e.: the ankle ones used by the courts in the US). Does he really comply?

This stunning piece of artwork is courtesy of Isalie964 and can be found in all it's glory here.

Samba Snape
by ~IsalieLovesFanFic on deviantART

Jan. 24th, 2010

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Fuzzy Duck

A/N:A special thanks to debjunk for the quick beta!


Earle Thornwhipple awoke in a drunken stupor to the sensation of small, spongy missiles assailing his body. He looked up and found himself in the Gryffindor Common Room surrounded by none other than the Golden Trio.

“Wake up, you twit!” Ron Weasley spat as he tossed another marshmallow at Earle’s head.

“Ugh. What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing, Weasley?” Earle grunted in response.

“What am I doing?” Ron replied incredulously. “The question is, what the hell have you done, Thornwhipple?”


“What do you mean, ‘What have I done?’” Earle replied. “I had too much to drink, that’s what.”

Thunk, thunk.

“Just look at him. He really doesn’t know,” Hermione Granger said in disgust.

“Bloody Hufflepuff,” Ron muttered under his breath.

Thunk. Thunk, thunk, thunk.

“Enough with the fucking marshmallows,” Earle growled in dismay. “Who’s got your knickers in a twist?”

“Earle, what’s the last thing you remember doing this evening?” Harry Potter asked.

“Not that it’s any of your business, Potter, but I was at the Hog’s Head having a bit of fun,” Earle replied.


“Fun—is that what they’re calling it these days?” Hermione asked.

“So, firewhisky and Fuzzy Duck might not be everyone’s cup of tea,” Earle replied. “Who the hell are you to judge?”

“What the bloody hell does firewhisky have to do with ducks?” Ron asked, puzzled.

“It’s a drinking game usually played by women,” Hermione replied. “The first person says, ‘fuzzy duck,’ and the person to her right repeats it. This goes on until one of the girls decides to reverse the play and asks, ‘Does he?’ The person on the left then has to respond, ‘ducky fuzz,’ and the person to her left repeats the phrase. Eventually, things get all muddled up, and ‘ducky fuzz’ starts sounding like ‘Does he fuck?’ and ‘fuzzy duck’ comes across as, ‘Fuck, he does.’ It sounds juvenile, but it’s really great fun to play.”

“Oh, that does sound like fun. We ought to try that sometime,” Ron said with interest.

Thunk, thunk.

“Ouch! It was just an idea,” Ron replied, picking a marshmallow off his robe and popping it in his mouth.

“Fuzzy Duck, huh,” Harry said. “You took the Dark Mark, you idiot!”

Harry grabbed Earle’s arm and roughly pushed up his sleeve displaying the slightly reddened, fresh tattoo.

Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk.

“Oh, fuck!” Earle exclaimed.

“So, does he fuck?” Ron asked mockingly while continuing his confectionary assault.

“Fuck, he does,” Hermione responded.


“This is a joke, right?” Earle asked nervously. “You guys set me up and are just pulling my leg.”

“Afraid not,” Harry said seriously. “Looks like you’ve been shanghaied.”

“What’s ‘shanghaied’?” Ron asked, looking confused.

“The term ‘shanghaied’ refers to a ploy the Chinese used to lure unwary men into forced labor aboard ships by getting them drunk,” Hermione explained.

“Oh. I don’t get it,” Ron replied.

“Of course, you don’t,” Hermione said exasperatedly. “Dunderhead.”

Thunk. Thunk.

“Bloody hell,” Earle moaned as he was hit by another marshmallow. “Will you stop, already! I need to think.”


“Who in their right mind goes to the Hog’s Head to play a rousing round of ‘Fuzzy Duck’ only to end up with the Dark Mark on their arm?” Harry spat. “And just who the hell were you drinking with anyway?”

“It was with Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass,” Earle responded dejectedly.

Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk.

“You bloody moron!” Ron exclaimed. “Serves you right for hanging around those snakes.”

“It’s hardly my fault,” Earle tried to explain. “Pansy beguiled me with her feminine wiles.”

Thunk. Thunk.

“I’m so doomed,” Earle said morosely.

“You think?” Harry replied.

“Be that as it may, I suggest we get you to the Headmaster,” Hermione said. “He’ll know what to do.”

“Let’s not be hasty, now,” Ron replied smugly. “I still have a whole other bag of marshmallows to go through.”


Originally written for the Saturday Night Drabble Challenge on The Petulant Poetess.

The prompt for this drabble by Sempra: “By some weird twist of fate, some Death Eaters find themselves in one of the Hogwarts dorms, in the clutches of a group of Hogwarts students. Said students think it a good idea to have a party and have the DEs as the entertainment - Revels in reverse!”

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