Are you tired of the smell of roses and chocolate smudges on your favourite skirt? Do you feel nauseated by the sickly sweet declarations of love and lurid heart-shaped balloons? Then Severus Sighs has the antidote.
To counter the excess of fluff that will no-doubt drench the next month or so up to Valentine’s Day, the Webmistresses would like to announce the Severus Sighs Anti-Valentine’s writing and drawing mini-fest.
If you long for a bit of throw-him-onto-the-bed action, old-fashioned slap-his-thigh masculinity; a smidgen of angst and heartbreak, or just plain things going not as planned, then test your inner Slytherin by joining in.
The rules are very simple:
1. Select from the following list of prompts (these do not need to be inserted verbatim into your story or art, but should be used as your theme) and then fingers to the keyboard to write a story with an unromantic, dark, or farcical theme, or fingers to the crayons to draw the same.
2. All members are asked to notify the Webmistress of their intention to participate by 9th February so that a posting schedule may be arranged.
3. For the writers, your word count should be a minimum of 500 words.
4. All works should use the header included on the site’s User Info page.
5. Remember to Friends Lock all posts rated NC-17.
6. Writers are encouraged to use a beta. For those who have not written before or require assistance, help will be provided by the Webmistresses or by the kind site elves. Just whistle and they come stumbling.
7. Participants should submit their work to the Webmistresses (Severus [dot] sighs [at] gmail [dot] com) by 11th February, for posting during the weekend ending 14th February.
8. Participants are requested to delay posting to personal journals until the evening of 14th February.
9. If you so wish, you may write your first death!fic or dub-con under a nom de plume.
10. Multiple submissions are encouraged.
Prompts:
1. The day was meant to start with a kiss, not end -- completely -- with one.
2. Love philtres, chocolates, perfume ... Yes, for a potion master, there were many ways to exact revenge on Valentine's Day.
3. Severus looked in the mirror, but he just couldn't see the image of a lover.
4. Eenie, meenie, miney, moe ...
5. Severus was nothing to look at, he had no charm or natural confidence to smooth his rough edges, so why was this happening?
6. Severus considered his Valentine's gift a work of art. It was a pity he was alone in this.
7. In a room full of lovers, Severus felt distinctly out of his depth.
8. Severus was going to get his Valentine ... one way or another.
If you are unsure what is meant by ‘Anti-Valentine’s Day’, the following drabble should give you an idea:
Harry paced the room, nervous and beginning to regret the decorating he'd done for the holiday. It wasn't as though Severus hadn't made his feelings on Valentine's Day perfectly clear, even before they'd begun a relationship. He fretted, and adjusted the decoration, deciding finally to remove it as the door opened.
Caught now, he straightened up, put on his most seductive leer—the one Severus had once confused for nausea—and spread his bare legs. Severus' decorated gift stood proudly from a nest of curls.
"Is that a bow on your cock?" Severus asked from the doorway.
"Um," Harry said, no longer so confident, and his wilted cock showed it. "Yes?"
"It's red."
"Er, well...Happy Valentine's Day?"
Severus lifted an eyebrow and drummed his fingers against his crossed arms. Harry began to feel ridiculous.
Well. More ridiculous.
And still very horny. "Right, I'll just remove it then."
"Indeed," Severus said, then looked approvingly at Harry's now bow-less cock. "Now here's something I can celebrate every day."
Harry grinned and leered again.
"Are you feeling nauseous?"
Harry huffed and let his cock do the talking.
The End
We do hope this mini-fest will attract hearty and light-hearted support, and encourage everyone – from regular posters and known contributors to lurkers – to join in the fun.
Please feel free to use the very pretty banner, courtesy of veridari, to pimp the fest on your journals.
Kind regards,
The Webmistresses
Enjoy the darkness and sweet sensual pleasure that is Severus Sighs