Snape art

Sent off the story after epic effort last night. The inevitable result: another ton of Snape art. We pass the savings on to you!

(These Snape art postings are all listed in the Memories, though I'm tempted to create a Web page / additional LJ just for them since there are so many.)

These are all work safe.

A number of groovy Snape pix at the Deviant Art gallery of sefie77, including this bout of utter madness.

Look at the incredible tension in thethreefoldme's Slumbering Snape.

Crucio by mousewrites.

The sweet Hagrid and Young Snape by lyntek.

Also sweet: Remus/Snape by linnpuzzle (and scroll down to the remarkable sketch below it). Also check out Lily and Snape.

While I'm no chan fan*, I do like this bed-raggled Snape by noirenails. (I'll just imagine that's a grownup whose head is peeking from beneath the covers.)

As you know, as a non-artist I'm always intrigued by renderings of His Snapeness in different media and styles, such as charcoal, pools of dark ink, tablet (funny use for medication but there you are), caricature, serious caricature, extreme caricature (I think he looks like Ringo), and some sort of computer thing.

And dancing. omg x 10000.


* With the exception of anything whatsover by brevisse. Her Snape and Harry are an old married couple anyway.

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I dreamt

(a) that Jon bought a crocodile. It lived on the floor, under things. I was terrified the cats would try to play with it, or that it would bite my feet. In a mise-en-abyme I had a dream (inside the dream) where the crocodile got on the bed, making me cry in my sleep (in my sleep).

(b) in enormous detail, that we had moved to the US and I had a job trying to teach calculus. I was an amusing and likeable teacher but had no knowledge of maths. People kept giving me American money. ESL exchange students mocked me by speaking in incomprehensible accents, but one kindly replaced my missing backpack by creating a string bag from the inside.

Involved was a hill famous for a condemned man defiantly running up it to the gallows at the top; on a field trip we reenacted that fearless climb towards death. I clung onto the Earth, pulling myself up, and knew I would never fear her.

At the top there was a great view of the town, apparently in Montana; "I'm not in Tahiti!" gleefully announced one student. There was a particular view of a tall building, which Jon and I had seen in a TV show. Conveniently, the hill was serviced by double-decker busses with bus stops and doors at the top and the bottom of the hill.

omg, I just realised that the Update Journal page has stopped messing up in IE. Yay!