'...and the trouble we possess, while the sunshine goes on sleeping...'

[marguerite_krux]

Have I mentioned my slight Snape fixation lately? I find myself utterly entranced by this pic.



*sighs* I want a Billowy Cape of Doom, damn it.
If I could menacingly stalk through the halls with black cloak swirling behind me, I'd feel like the coolest person ever.
^_^ I just read this fic where Hermione applies a charm to alter herself slightly to resemble a female version of Snape in order to work on deconditioning Neville's instinctive fear response and it's bloody hilarious.

“I kind of like being able to slam the door and the way the robes swirl behind when I walk.” Her voice dropped as if she was imparting a great secret. “And I always feel taller.” Hermione glanced down at herself and then spun around in a tight circle. She did her best imitation Snape scowl and then ruined it by breaking out in a huge grin as the robes swirled about her and then fell in graceful waves around her boots. "You know,” she said, “there is something fun and empowering about these robes. I can see why he favors them."

Ooh, ooh, luxuria_oceanus [and any others who are susceptible to my brainwashing], Hermione/Snape fic recs!

Heart Over Mind by Regann
Something unusual about Hermione causes her to have a very odd reaction to a love potion in Potions class. A spin on the usual "potions gone wrong" theme. SS/HG romance.

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“The only one way to be unaffected by this potion is to have a stronger will than the potion has power. In this case, since it is a love potion…it seems that there’s already a love in your heart too strong to be overridden by any coercive ingredients in that concoction.” 

Snape’s sardonic explanation had various effects throughout the dungeon classroom. The Slytherins’ earlier sniggering rose to a collective chuckle, while the Gryfindoors seemed baffled by the new information. The witch, for her part, felt the color rising in her face but otherwise remained unruffled, still serious as she inquired, “What does that mean, exactly?” 

“You’re being remarkably more dim-witted than usual today, Miss Granger,” the instructor chastised, a smugness in the twitch of his lips which passed for an expression. He crossed his arms and descended the dais, his flowing robes rustling dramatically. When he was once again peering down at the girl, he asked, “I take it that you have fixed your affections on someone…have some secret tendre?” His half-smirk grew into something which passed for a smile as Hermione managed to burn a deeper crimson, the blush which stained her cheeks brilliantly bright against her fair skin. “Perhaps even for someone in this very room?” 

Damn him and his maliciousness, she silently cursed as she tried to remain calm, praying that her courage didn’t desert her at this stage. 

“As I thought,” Snape acknowledged, nodding. “Well, I must say that congratulations are in order. For it seems that you’ve found your soul mate.” Again, he spoke of love in the derisive tone which he usually reserved for taunting Harry. 

“What!” she couldn’t help yelping. Was he actually suggesting that the someone she had that secret….fascination….with was her soul mate?! 

“Yes, Miss Granger,” he answered, as if he could read her mind although her thoughts were merely written plainly on her honest face. “According to Iskiraat al-kimiya, the only way one can successfully avoid the charms of that love potion is if their heart is too strong and too loyal to the one they love to be persuaded otherwise. A very rare occurrence, to find someone so young and yet so faithful.” Hermione fought a scowl at his words, which he emphasized in a infuriatingly patronizing way which made it sound as if she were a dutiful puppy. Ignoring her disapproval, he went on. “I’ve only seen it once before myself, although it was a Hufflepuff who are pathetically too loyal as a rule and this young woman was also engaged.” Snape’s dark eyes flashed down at her hands, one which lay on the desk while the other curled around her quill. “I see no ring on your finger.” 

Any reply she may have made to that comment was cut off as Snape abruptly pulled his attention away from her and directed it to the entire class. “Everyone -- with the notable exception of Miss Granger -- will remain under the potions’ effects for another hour or so. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, this is your last period of the day. Do try and behave yourselves; I know that I’d hate to give any of you detention for impropriety. Dismissed.” 

As everyone began to move around her, Hermione remained in her seat, her eyes fixed on an invisible point in space. Her mind, as quick and logical as it was, couldn’t quite wrap itself around what had come to light in the space of one potions class. Was she really supposed to believe that what she considered to be a school-girl infatuation was actually something deep and eternal? Only if she’d lost her mind, she decided, could that be true. 

“Since I doubt that your heart has impaired your hearing, why are you still here?” Snape asked dryly, one eyebrow raised. 

Scowling and still fighting a blush, Hermione quickly packed her supplies away in her worn leather bag before slinging it over her shoulder and darting out of the classroom, her head held high, her mind churning. 

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Pet Project by Caeria
Hermione overhears something she shouldn't concerning Professor Snape and decides that maybe the House-elves aren't the only ones in need of protection.
 

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Could you make a defense against being expelled based on the inescapable lure of button pushing? Surely the Headmaster wouldn’t hold it against her that pushing the small purple button turned what was obviously in hindsight a listening device into a receiving device, a receiving device that was working very well indeed. A device, a small, terrified voice in the back of head added, that was currently filling her in on a conversation between her professors.

Hermione attempted to squash the rising bubble of panic inside of her chest. She was so going to get expelled. This was bad. Very very very bad. Expelled. No doubt about it. But she didn’t stop listening. She didn’t stop at Professor Snape’s snide remarks. She didn’t stop when Professor McGonagall questioned the Headmaster. She didn’t stop during the Headmaster’s explanation of events from long ago. Only when she’d heard the entire story did she reach out a trembling hand to press the small purple button again. Instantly the voices of her Professor and Headmaster cut off.

Very carefully she removed all traces that she had touched the device, making sure no fingerprint smudges marked the shiny brass or that any stray curly hairs had found their way into the niche. Just as carefully, she slid the heavy shield back into place. Gathering up her books, she made her way back to the table she’d claimed as hers.

Around Hermione the library was just as empty and quiet as when she’d entered. It remained unchanged; however, she couldn’t say the same thing about herself. This time her curiosity had gotten her, for the first time in her life, knowledge she wasn’t sure what to do with. She’d heard the story of the ‘prank’ from Sirius and Remus that night in the Shrieking Shack back at the end of her third year. Somehow, the brief explanation given then, didn’t match up with the story she’d just heard. Sirius had been unrepentant. She remembered him making the comment that ‘Snape had deserved it.’ Even Professor Lupin, kind and gentle Remus, had made light of the experience and downplayed what had really happened that night so long ago.

What about what Professor Snape had done that night in the Shrieking Shack? He’d hated Sirius. He was wary of Remus. She remembered now that Snape had thought they were in danger. He wanted to capture Sirius but he’d also intended to protect them from what he thought was grave danger. He’d gone after them by himself into a situation where he was outnumbered. Slytherins didn’t do that. Slytherins went for allies and brought reinforcements.

How much courage, she wondered, did it take for Professor Snape to climb alone into that tunnel under the Whomping Willow and come after them thinking that a murderer and a werewolf were waiting for him the same werewolf that had almost killed him in the same tunnel so many years before.

Thoughts of Snape led to thoughts of Dumbledore. She’d known by the end of her 5th year that the adults around her were human and fallible. It had been a hard lesson to learn, and her worldview was still shifting to accommodate that knowledge. Now, she had two new variables that were tilting her world. Albus Dumbledore wasn’t omnipotent. She’d already known that, but she hadn’t really known it. She’d suspected that both the House Elves and the pictures reported directly to the Headmaster; however, she’d never suspected that the students were spied on directly. The whirling brass contraption gave lie to that idea. It was no wonder Dumbledore always seemed to know what she and the others were up to. He had the ability to listen in directly. She had no doubt that the school was filled with these listening devices.

As the minutes passed and her swirling thoughts slowed, it wasn’t the realization of the spying and observation that shook her. Intellectually she understood the necessity of that. There was no way a dozen or so teachers could keep order in a school of several hundred magically gifted students without some kind of assistance, magical or otherwise.

No, what stunned her was the burning anger that filled her at the thought of the injustice done to one teenaged Severus Snape. She was indignant, positively incensed. She was angry on Professor’s Snape’s behalf for an incident that took place before she was even born. Even recognizing the absurdity of the situation didn’t change the fact that for the first time in her long history of respecting her teachers, she really wanted to march up to the Headmaster’s office and punch him in his long, crooked nose. She was angrier now than when she’d discovered the House elves. She had finally come to accept that the elves took pride and joy in their service. She still thought that the wizarding world took advantage of their need to serve but she could only give the elves an option she couldn’t force them all into clothes no matter how much she wanted too.

The injustice she saw here made her just as angry. She wanted to do something. She wanted to protest. She wanted to picket the Headmaster’s office. She wanted to make buttons and charge everyone a Galleon. She suspected that Professor Snape would be just as unappreciative of her actions as the house elves had been.

Unfortunately, she just couldn’t seem to let it go.

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These two fics, along with The Apprentice and the Necromancer, are my top three favorite fics in this fandom. And definitely still in my top ten out of all my fandoms. YES, they are that fabulous.
 

1. Much as I love The Apprentice and the Necromancer, it was pretty dark in places, there was angst galore and it pretty effectively crushed my heart while I was helplessly compelled to keep reading. Awesome fic, don't get me wrong, but rather painful at times. *snuggles Snape* Heart Over Mind? My antidote for that.

It's such a brilliant piece of work, and totally different from the normal variations on the love potion theme. Hermione doesn't immediately try to jump Snape, shrieking, 'But the potion says we're meant to be! Embrace our destiny together!' or anything equally horrific. She quite rationally realizes that there isn't much chance of her and the Potions Master making good in a romantic relationship so instead she settles for a correspondence with him, seeking his assistance with her studieswhile she's away at university.

Circumstances bring her back to Hogwarts for some period of time, during which they end up working together and conversing in- if not exactly pleasant and amiable- then satisfyingly snarky exchanges. What I love about this fic is the gradual, fulfilling development of the relationship along more personal lines than the strictly delineated student/teacher interactions of the past seven years. They learn about each other as people, slowly begin to bond without consciously realizing it, as they find out each other's tastes, preferences and opinions as they bicker and tease each other.

One of the most depressing things about this ship is the gloom-and-doom of the threat of death and gruesome torture at the hands of Voldemort and his followers. One of the many things I adore about this fic is that it doesn't focus on that war. It is mentioned occasionally at various intervals but it doesn't linger or overshadow happy moments with thoughts of misery and despair. The focus of the fic is the relationship between Hermione and Snape and it's just so beautiful and amazing, my heart's overflowing with joy at the wonder of it all.

I kinda wish I could obliviate my memory of it so I re-discover this fic with fresh eyes and enjoy the journey like it was the first time again. But I'm definitely reading it again in a few weeks, because it is such a stunning revelation in a fandom where 50% of the fics involve rape and torture. This is fluff in comparison, but amazingly in-character, well-developed, exciting and rewarding fluff. Chapter 19? I read it over and over about a million times, just squee!sploding at how perfect it all is. *sighs blissfully*

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2. 'k, so Pet Project, I am ashamed to admit, I initially ignored. The premise sounded lame- oh, Hermione takes up Project Protect Snape? For serious? This can only end in disaster. I envisioned her being pushy and intrusive and bossy, interfering where she had no right to, invading his privacy and thoroughly embarrassing herself as well as rightfully pissing him off.

Given that I am now pimping this fic, I'm not afraid to confess that I WAS SO WRONG.

When I was reading Heart Over Mind, the only teensy little criticism- no, not even that, more of a vague wish- was that I wanted to see Hermione make efforts at a relationship with Snape as a mentor rather than seeing him as a love interest straight off. Of course, without the impetus of the love potion, there was little chance she'd ever have bothered cultivating a relationship with him, so in order for the fic to work, she had to know that he was the only person she could ever love and deal with that. This fic is perfection as it is, I just so rarely get to find works I love this much that I wanted it to embody every single desire I ever had of a fic, which is impossible and unfair.

Then I come across Pet Project which addresses just that desire. Hermione isn't in love with Snape. She doesn't even have a crush on him, not til about 30 chapters in, which shows you just how dedicated the writer is to developing a realistic relationship here. There's no way Snape would fall for a Gryffindor sixth year, so it spans their interactions over sixth and seventh year in the context of Hermione's secret efforts to improve his life because she thinks it's unjust that people use him mercilessly without any regard for him personally, as well as with Snape taking the responsibility of developing her ability to think laterally and creatively, to analyze the situation rather than reacting impulsively, to study people and their motivations and actions.

The best thing about this fic is the whole drive Hermione has to help Snape. I've always felt JKR did wrong by him- she has him lose his childhood sweetheart to his worst enemy, she dies, he's forced to realize the side he chose was wrong and to put his life in constant danger by spying for Dumbledore, who seems like he couldn't care less what happens to Snape...and then he dies, in the books. It sucks, big time. Which is why I love this fic, for correcting all those injustices, for taking care of a character that deserves, if not precisely needs or wants, affection and caring and respect.

There is so much wonderful humor in this fic. Snape tries to kill his Potions class- mwahaha!- Hermione works on her relations with the house-elves with mixed results, Lavender and Parvati give her a makeover at one point, PLUS, most awesomely, she tutors Neville while impersonating Snape...

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An hour later, Neville decided that if Professor Snape didn't kill him in Potions class, Hermione would in pseudo-Potions class. She'd started with throwing rapid-fire questions at him from their reading for the next day's lecture; questions she felt Professor Snape might ask the class. She'd corrected, expanded and refined his answers until Neville felt his brain would explode from the information. And all the while, she'd paced, swooped, and stalked around the classroom as if she really was Professor Snape, snarling out rude comments when he got something wrong and adding and deducting imaginary House points. At least, he hoped they were imaginary. You could never be too sure about things in the Room of Requirement. For all practical purposes, this was the Potions classroom and Hermione was Professor Snape. The Room of Requirement just might decide that he really required points to be added and deducted. He’d earned a generous, by Professor Snape standards, total of eight points for Gryffindor that evening, while losing a respectable 55 points. Although, he had broken down into laughter when she'd taken off 10 points for breathing, something even Professor Snape hadn't tried yet. It had felt good to laugh though. He didn’t think he’d ever laughed at having points removed before. It was a rather novel experience.

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Seriously! How can you resist a fic with that?!

It is a WIP, at 38 chapters and over 220, 000 words. I have every confidence, a very fervent hope, that it will be finished. It's been updated regularly over the past four years and the last chapter was just posted last month, so I'm cautiously optimistic about awaiting a new one.

It's definitely not fluffy like HOM, there is nasty political intrigue, character deaths, dark!crazy!Harry and relationships falling apart but it's super compelling and addictive. I kinda wish it'd stayed in the innocent more light-hearted earlier tones but it segues with style into the darker, war-oriented plot points and damn, but I cannot resist a well-written relationship/drama piece.

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I've formed a habit of taking small character traits from some of the characters I've fangirled over the years. Like Scully's cross necklace, Janeway's 'coffee, black', Elizabeth's red tops, the raised eyebrow from too-many-fandoms-to-count, speaking patterns and trademark phrases from various others...also? I was the only girl in Bio who didn't get squeamish over dissections because I totally channelled Scully in autopsy!mode. [Snapping on the latex...heh]

This is normal. Or at least, not too weird, I don't think. But it's probably going too far when I realize it looks like I've adopted Snape's hair regime. I mean, love him, I do, but the greasy hair thing? Might be a little too much. *facepalm*
 

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UNCANNY RESEMBLANCE, NO?
*snorts* Never let it be said I can't make a joke at my own expense.

My hair is actually about elbow length [though it reaches my hips when it's wet or straightened] but I accomplished the above look through the simple expedient method of tucking my hair into the back of my coat.

Unfortunately, this was actually a regular practice for me during a regrettable period of high school. I've always been too lazy to adhere to the rigorous, time-consuming hair practices of my female peers, but that really was- embarrassing, to look back on it now. It was convenient, not to mention practical in the cold of winter. *shrugs* I can't be bothered with scarves, so using my own hair was the next best thing. But not the best look.



Me with my real hair, if you were curious.

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Speaking of cloaks, Merlin has an abundance of these. I'm not sure how practical it is to sweep those robes over the floors and dirt- how they avoid tracking mud all the place is baffling to me- and the laundry maids must curse at their burden in life, lol, but one thing's for sure, it looks impressive and majestic. Cloaks are a fantastic fashion accessory, they hide a lot of flaws and serve to make people look wayyyy more attractive than they should. *clutches heart* Pretty people!



Royal cloak!spam.












Morgana cloak!spam.
Also, she has these fabulous lengthy trains on most of her dresses. Utterly impractical, as I've mentioned, but such wonderful effect.
[Bias? What, where?!]

















Slightly ridiculous looking knights cloak!spam.




Morally ambiguous cloaked people.
[Aka Those Whom Uther Would Execute in a Heartbeat]










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OMG OMG OMG.
I was getting ready to spaz out at the epic lame-osity of Merlin's season finale but if this discussion is for real, it changes everything!

ETA. It changes nothing. *woes*

NIMUEH IS RETURNING! HOLY MOTHER OF SQUEE! *dances around giddily*
I love Nimueh so frakking much. She's cast as the villain of the show, but she's so sympathetic, I totally get her reasons for doing what she does and even support her in them! It's giving me schizophrenia, because I love Uther and she wants to kill him and I love her and I want her to succeed and be happyyy...

ACK. They can't BOTh win. *tears at hair in frustration* Why can't they put aside their differences and- omg.

No. NO. I am NOT going to ship them.
*glares at self* Bad brain. Baaaad. Just 'coz they want to kill each other is NOT a suitable basis for a relationship. Pipe down.

Wait. I'm just rereading the official info here...oh, frak it all, I'm ging to go jump off a cliff now. Didn't anyone read this carefully? What's with all the glee fits before reading the fine print? Nimueh is NOT the Lady in the Lake, they say. They killed her off 'definitively'. They're not planning on bringing her back, they're gonna hire some other chick to play the alternate separate character of the Lady in the Lake. ARGH. *sulks in the corner*

I hate the season finale. Hate hate hate. I can't even coherently sum up all the reasons I hate it.

Mainly that Nimueh once again grants someone's request and then is vilified for it. Merlin ASKS HER to save Arthur's life and when the price isn't one he likes, he throws a hissy fit.

Gaius CHOOSES to sacrifice his life for Merlin's mother's but Merlin goes and kills the woman who grants him that request.

WHAT THE FRAK?! ARGH! WHERE IS THE GRATITUDE?! WITHOUT HER, ARTHUR WOULD BE DEAD. Merlin's mother didn't volunteer her life, but Gaius did and for Merlin to kill her for no good reason...ACK.

Also, how is it that Gaius lives? And Arthur? And Merlin's mother? So the only death required was Nimueh's? How does that make sense? And aside from that, how is it fair?! If Gaius had died, I'd've swallowed the ending better, but he survives for no good, valid reason that occurs to me, while Nimueh's death somehow restores the balance. I'm sure tens if not hundreds of other people died at that exact moment, peasants in a field from overwork, starving babies, villagers in a raid...it smacks of deus ex machina to claim her death balanced it all. COP OUT. *stabs writers*

What a terrible ending for a complex, enchanting villain. *sighs*
 
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Comments

[sapphs.livejournal.com]

I was so annoyed when NImueh was killed. God DAMNIT the balance has be kept in the old ways - a life for a life! Grrr, it frustrated me to know end. And Nimueh isn't any part of the Lady of the Lake. Are they saying she is? I'm confused because I haven't read the spoilers lol... I'm curious to see if Excalibur will come back into it next season, particularly if they're bringing in the Lady of the Lake...

Cloaks FTW! Are they not THE COOLEST? If I could get away with wearing a cloak (especially the green one that Morgana is wearing in the third last pic of her section GUH) I totally would!

Hee Galaxy Quest to SGA theme = ♥

[borg-princess.livejournal.com]

That 'balance' was a pile of horse crap. I don't believe you can randomly kill some person and have it satisfy the requirements of the old ways. And it makes little sense for it to be Nimueh- she was the one conducting the exchange, so to speak, like the conduit. So for Merlin to take a life in her stead, bypassing her role in the ritual altogether...wtf?! I don't believe it'd miraculously restore life to Gaius and take the other two's necks off the chopping block. SHODDY WRITING.

I'm hopeless at keeping up with the show's mythology, let alone the actual myths, but according to the article- 'the legends identified the Lady of the Lake as Nimueh. However, it seems they're not the same person in Merlin's mythology'. So they got that wrong? Tsk, tsk.

I'm curious to see if Excalibur will come back into it next season, particularly if they're bringing in the Lady of the Lake...

Funny you should mention that! It goes on to say 'Excalibur, last seen at the bottom of a lake [yeah, REAL SECURE, Merlin] near Camelot, will also be returning'.

:D *squishes you* Yay, you understand the allure of the cloak! I would LOVE to swish around in one, have it swirl and billow behind me all dramatic-like. *sighs wistfully* I'd need those special 'dirt-repelling' powers they seem to possess as well, lol.

IKR?! So well executed! ^_^ I'm sad at the lack of Galaxy Quest vids on youtube but at least I found one decent vid, neat concept, too. Imagine GQ as a series, lol.

[luxuria-oceanus.livejournal.com]

GALAXY QUEST!!!

And would you STOP reccing me, you devil woman!

I don't have time to read all these things! Though I do have time to save the links for later use :-P Damn you *TACKLE-HUG!*

Also, is it bad that I want to do dirty things to Morgana and the clothes she wears, oh my gosh, that red dress and the blue one, and holy hell *drool* hmm?

Oh, and guess what... I got faster Internet now. Your pic spamming skills are no match for me!

[borg-princess.livejournal.com]

!!! I NEED THAT MOVIE NAO, PLZ. *swoons*

Hehe. Well, this was the only deliberate reccing your way, the other was directed to the world at large. Not my fault you clicked the link, is it? :P *whistles innocently*

Well, if you lose the links, I'm always happy to refresh your memory. ^_^ I mean, oh, oh no, I feel sooo guiiiilllltyyyy. I'm a terrible person for causing you to lose hours of time on fics. :P *iz tackled*

DUDE! And you're just seeing her from the back because I was focusing on her train! Just wait til you see her from the front! Cleavage, oh, my I'm a little frustrated with wardrobe, though, they recycle her clothing. She has several dresses that she trots out at regular intervals and it's damn irritating, coz hello, royal ward here? Shouldn't she have a gazillion dresses?!

On the bright side- she has at least one new addition to her wardrobe in season 2! Even if my brain explodes from all the fail, I'll have my eye candy!



Faster internet FTW! That's good news! :D Although I'm going to miss being evil and torturing your dial-up, lol...

[luxuria-oceanus.livejournal.com]

I HAVE THAT MOVIE! XD DUDE! If you get the DVD, watch it in THERMIAN (it's an audio option). I watched it in Thermian for the first five minutes and then I had to go back to normal 'cause I couldn't stop laughing. I thought I was going to die.

*SNORT* Well, everyone is more or less broke these days, makes sense to recycle dresses and c'mon, she looks good in 'em!

She really is gorgeous.

Ha ha ha, no more torturing my dial-up! Now I have Mordred (that's what I named my Internet Wireless box thingie, by the way. My laptop is named Merlin and external hard drive is Morgana *nod nod* I like Arthurian Legends).

Have you ever watched a movie called Mists of Avalon? Dude, if you haven't, you must watch. Word.

[batgurl88]

See, now, the article says they won't be bringing back Nimueh as the Lady of the Lake, but that article in conjunction with a couple of other teasing spoilers make me think that she's not gone for good. There was an interview with Bradley James recently that just-- he never said she was coming back for sure, but the way he vehemently said "I can't tell you about that" just made me think that there IS something for him to comment on, you know? The way they're all being so tight-lipped about whether or not she's going to be seen again makes me more convinced that Nimueh will be back at some point. If she was gone for good, they'd all just come out and say "She's not ever coming back" rather than saying "If she comes back it'll have to be done specially,"

My thoughts? They'll mislead us for a while with a new 'series-villain', and just when we're not expecting it, BAM! Nimueh makes a surprise appearance.....

But this might be wishful thinking on my part....

[borg-princess.livejournal.com]

AHAHA. *wipes away tears* That icon! *dies laughing* I didn't think the weird turban thingy suited Nimueh but it certainly did nothing to detract from her beauty. And her EYES, ye gods. *shivers*

Ooh, ooh, I want to accompany you on this trip into the land of wishful thinking! It may not be likely but I shall hope, nonetheless. I think she was pretty popular, and the actress is well-respected, so they might bring her back. Although if they do, it better be for a proper arc rather than a crappy ratings stunt. Of course, I don't think anything could be more undignified than her departure from the show, so it really couldn't hurt.

Besides, this? "I can't tell you about that" just made me think that there IS something for him to comment on, you know? ITA, sounds suss! They'd deny it straight out if there were nothing on the books, but to evade...*iz wistful*

[kat-rowe.livejournal.com]

*glees over all the shiny cloaks*

I have several capes and cloaks but, for some odd reason, people give me really funny looks if I wear them in public... *is quietly perplexed* I always find that they look better on a person if that person is being followed around by stage-hands with fans ;p

*smushes you for looking a teensy bit like Snape*

Seriously, however, your hair is glorious and makes me feel bad about my own thin-ass, end-split 'do ;p

*hugs*

(random icon is random, but shirtless Robin Dunne is always nice...)

[borg-princess.livejournal.com]

*whimpers* Muscles...bare chest...*ogles shamelessly* I blame that icon for distracting me from replying to this comment. Seriously, I was so caught up in my daydreams I totally forgot to respond, lol.

Dude, you actually own capes and cloaks? AND YOU DON'T WEAR THEM? :O
No, no, I understand, lol, ordinary people are so judgmental, they just don't understand the allure of the cloak. *sighs* This will be item #110 on my list of Rules I Shall Implement Upon Taking Over the World- all citizens must wear cloaks. *nodnod*

I always find that they look better on a person if that person is being followed around by stage-hands with fans

LMAO. ^_^
Plus a hair stylist to apply numerous products to make sure that they don't have hair flying into their mouth and choking them. This is why I rarely wear my hair loose- it tries to KILL ME, I tell you. *shudders*

*smushes you for looking a teensy bit like Snape*

:D *g*

Hee, yay for my hair! I'm so flattered at the positive attention it's receiving- usually, I feel rather like Hermione with this bushy mess that I can't keep under control. I stubbornly refuse to get it trimmed to a manageable length and yet I never do anything special with it. *sighs* I wish I could be more girly and do all the silly feminine things to it but no.

Dude, feel free to spam me with icons like that any time!
[Seriously. ANY TIME]

[kat-rowe.livejournal.com]

Lovely,icon, isn't it? I am seriously looking for an excuse to use it in my online roleplay. I have one shirtless Will icon but that involves nasty abrasions and him wearing an understramdably miffed expression over the strange woman who ran him over with her car and then offered him a job. I like this one better, but Will is seldom that relaxed in the role-play. Although, new female character who Will's getting on very well with... *crumples to the ground as rp!Will shoots her with a sniper's rifle loaded with tranquilizer rounds*

*opens her eyes seven hours later and slowly hauls herself to her feet* Where was I? Oh, the icon. *nods* I suck at making icons but, when I saw that cap, I couldn't not :)

No, I'm afraid I'm going to have to argue with Rule #110 on strategic grounds. Cloaks are too easy to hide weapons under. Wearing a cloak is an honor which must be earned and can be used to symbolize your faith in your loyalest followers *nods* Far preferably.

Oh, a stylist and makeup artist go without saying. And a craft services guy to keep all of you fed ;p

My hair's a few inches above the small of my back right now but so thin it's not even funny. When I was 23, my hair was long and thick enough that, on Halloween, I put on a flesh-tone leotard and went as Lady Godiva. Granted, that was also when I was disgustingly skinny. There's a lot more of me to cover these days, lol *consoles her hair for not being up to the task*

I've always thought that just plain, long hair is more feminine than a lot of these styles that take ages to get looking presentable. There's something kind of pretty and elegant about it, imo. Plus it's hugely practical since all you need to tame it is a scrunchy or a pair of pencils

also, consider yourself spammed

[kat-rowe.livejournal.com]

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[spence-reid.livejournal.com]

CLOAKS! I want a cape or a trench coat or something!

[borg-princess.livejournal.com]

IKR?! *WANTS*
I don't think it'd look the same on me, though, not unless I have someone following me around with a fan all day to make sure it billows in the right direction, lol.

*sweeps off dramatically*

[dragonladyk.livejournal.com]

Hermione/Snape. I am so going to Hell. HELL, I say.

And you -- so pretty! You look like you should be Taylor Lautner's sister. ^^ I LOVE your HAIR.

DragonLady

[borg-princess.livejournal.com]

*facepalm* My descent into the realm of the damned shouldn't have been an excuse to drag you along with me, I'M SORRY. I can't resist fic!pimping when I find something utterly divine. I'm addicted to brainwashing, what can I say?!

^_^ Thank you! *preens* Taylor and I do have similar hair, lol. *flips it casually* Heh, no, much as I wish I could pull off the hair-flipping like in the Pantene ads and so on, it never works with me, my hair's too fluffy. 'Bouffy', they say. *eyeroll*

[lilsmiles86.livejournal.com]

Haha, OMG, the split screen with Snape got me into a tizzy of giggles... Bad, bad, Annie! LOL... For the record you're much prettier than Snape XD As much as I love the great Alan Rickman. Man, oh, man do I miss your ramblings!

[borg-princess.livejournal.com]

Hee! Yay, glad I could make you laugh! It certainly amused me to do it, lol. No offense to the Alan Rickman fans...'tis a tribute, not intended as a mockery! And aww, thank you for the compliment!

It's bizarre, though, that I read fics that are all 'the greasy git' this and 'dungeon bat' that and it's like, well, I think he's attractive in a tall, dark and dangerous way! Definitely not conventionally handsome, but there's something compelling about his features...*clears throat* Ahem. Not that I have a crush or anything. Noooo.

[lemon-tree-x.livejournal.com]

I've no time to read now, I'm SO behind with everything. I also should update the comm :P But I couldn't resist to take a look at my flist and flew over this entry as well.

Nice to "meet you in person" *lol*. I like your hair, and I like how you look like - even I had another picture of you in mind. Don't ask me what, I can't tell you... nothing in particular, just different :D.

You're totally pretty!

[borg-princess.livejournal.com]

I know that feeling- I'd spend every moment I could on LJ, but unfortunately, RL won't let that happen. *frustrated sigh*

Hee, thanks for the compliments! And I kinda get what you mean, I have that disconnect happen as well- when you chat with a person for a while and then finally see a picture of them, it's never what you imagined, even if after the fact, you can't quite explain what you thought.

[royalacid.livejournal.com]

Ok I'm gonna come off all random like but I somehow fell upon your journal while looking for some Xena pics. Now I must ask, can we be friends? We share quite a few fandoms in common, including BSG, Lexx (squee), Merlin, Harry Potter, House and Pushing Daisies. :)

[borg-princess.livejournal.com]

Dude, you are so random- but since I live to be random, 'tis all cool! Wow, we do share a hefty number of fandoms, don't we? We must be friends! ^_^

[odakota-rose.livejournal.com]

UNCANNY RESEMBLANCE, NO?

OMG. -sporfles- You've got this oh-so-serious look there that quite plainly says 'DO NOT CROSS ME OR IMA CUT YOU."

I'm not sure how practical it is to sweep those robes over the floors and dirt- how they avoid tracking mud all the place is baffling to me- and the laundry maids must curse at their burden in life, lol, but one thing's for sure, it looks impressive and majestic.

Okay and this? Thank you. But the only thing I can come up with is that there must be a spell for it. The magic-type-people use the spell, and thus can wander all over the place in brilliantly coloured, spotless robes that never get dirty. The commoners and non-magicaly-types do no know the spell, thus they wear drab, ambiguous type robes.

Bear in mind though, this is coming from the girl who only read one book of HP and has never seen the movies, or Merlin. xD

[borg-princess.livejournal.com]

^_^ *beams with pride* YAY ME. I look intimidating?!
I mean- I LOOK INTIMIDATING. *shoots the Snape!glare*
Bwahaha.

See, I agree with your logic, nothing short of magic could ensure neat and tidy robes, but there's the small matter of magic being illegal and punishable by death in Camelot, so...I'm thinking that's not the answer. Uther blows a gasket any time someone so much as thinks of the word 'magic' in his presence yet his cloak is always properly billowy and pristine. Then again, he is king. He must get his vassals to follow around behind him and regularly brush it off and ensure it looks good, lol. [Failure to do so- punishable by death]

Wow, I never realized there were people who hadn't read HP! I just found out my eldest cousin and his youngest sister haven't read them either!

It was hilarious, I was ranting to Ma about a major plot point that infuriated me to the point where I was never going to read or watch the series again. She mentioned this to Amu when the kids brought it up in conversation and he asked her what I was so riled up about- and then she revealed the plot point and just about gave him a heart attack! LMAO. Amu hates spoilers and he was in agony, 'WHYYY?' and she sniffed, 'Well, you shouldn't have asked'. Hee. Poor boy never thought she might actually know something important...*snickers*

[labrt2004.livejournal.com]

heehee, an uncanny resemblance indeed! Have you checked out droxy's profile? She's a female that cosplays Snape--with amazing results. She's also great fun on LJ and is an active member of the HG/SS community :)

*sigh

I want a billowy cape of doom TOOOOO!

[borg-princess.livejournal.com]

*g* I was in a silly mood, it made me giggle. But holy crap, I feel so small and insignificant next to droxy! I had a look at her profile and the transformation from ordinary female to Snape and it was so freaky awesome! The lengths people will go to in order to fangirl him! *envies*

I want a billowy cape of doom TOOOOO!



IKR?! I would feel like the coolest person on the planet! Although the huge giddy grin on my face would probably ruin the look, but still!