Update:
My current object of unrequited lust is a chicken salad sandwich. Thanks to a nasty bout of gastroenteritis, I'm presently limited to crackers, jello, and very soggy rice. Grrrr, sayeth I. Grrr, grrr, grrr. I was supposed to help out with a big Italian feast this coming weekend, but as I told one of the coordinators just now, any masochistic tendencies I might possess do not extend to spending an entire evening around food I cannot eat.
That said, I've been able to stay off painkillers today, so life is definitely looking up. Also, the writing mojo roared back to life over the weekend. I didn't have it in me to work on research-related projects or formal poetry, but I did fiddle with some free verse, and "The Collar" pretty much wouldn't leave me alone until I finished it. Some stories just insist on being told, even when they have to be typed out mostly lying down.
(As
elisem wrote in her ArtLog about
the necklace she's calling "Vienna, Then": "I'd be sorry, except I'm not. Thus art doth make hard-hearted something-or-others of us all. But you know, if I didn't have this, I'd be praying for it right now.")
Index:
"The Collar" for
rexluscus, who
begged for a story in which "a spell or potion gives Snape girl bits. Details up to you. Pages and pages of explicit Lupin/girlbits!Snape sex. Again, details up to you. No MPREG, please."
Summary: When Remus Lupin stops in on Severus Snape, more than the past needs to be addressed.
Additional warning: extensive quoting from Jesus Christ Superstar and various George Herbert poems.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Ready for Red - Lupin/girlbits!Snape comment-porn, in tandem with
busaikko and
snegurochka_lee.
In the "for me, for ME!" category,
ellid posted the first part of
On the Dynamics of an Asteroid yesterday. It's connected to her
Motherless Child universe (and, by extension, to the Wimseyverse (*)), and is in answer to my
Fantasy Fest request for a story in which "Snape/Lupin work with Holmes/Watson on a case. AU or time-travel cool by me. Would love to see the line, 'For God's sake, Lupin, say that you are not hurt!' somewhere in there." Gleeeeeeeeeee!
(* You won't realise this if you've not read her
Ghost Story, but I don't think it will spoil any of the stories to note that Harry is now living in Lord Peter's old flat. It downright cheers me up, imagining some of the possibilities for mayhem...)