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Advent Drabble: Dec03, Frosty Morn

Title: Frosty Morn
Author: Venturous
Prompt: Horsedrawn Sleigh
Pairing/characters: Dumbles, ?
Rating: G
Words: 100

Current Mood: chipper chipper
Current Music: mercury rev
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Advent Drabble: Dec02, Watch Over Me

Title: Watch Over Me
Prompt: Gift
Author: Venturous
Pairing/characters: Albus Dumbledore, The Grey Lady and ?
Rating: G
Words: 100

The greatest gift you can give another is the purity of your attention. ~
Richard Moss

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AdventDrabbles Dec 01: Better Than Home

Advent Drabble: December 1, 2008
Prompt: Scrooge
Title: Better Than Home
Author: Venturous
Pairing/characters: ?
Rating: G
Words: 100

"The school is not quite deserted," said the Ghost. "A solitary child, neglected by his friends, is left there still."
-    A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens


Current Mood: tired tired
Current Music: Cinematic Orchestra
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Founders Gifts Masterlist and art

The Founder's Gifts comm on LJ posted the masterlist today.

Here is the drawing and ficlet I made for it:

"Breaking Ground for Hogwarts"
Title: Breaking Ground for Hogwarts
Gift for: EVERYONE!
Artist: [info]venturous 
Characters: Godric, Helga, Rowena, Salazar
Rating: G
Warnings: shirtless men, stony ground
Genres: gen
Artist's Notes:
I learned a lot researching 10th century Scots costume, namely, that attire was perfunctory and primitive in those early days, not the elaborate and generic 'medieval' one finds at say, Ren Faires. I looked at costuming for many a Macbeth, about the right time and place, and decided on basic roman-inspired garb that that could be readily made by the home seamstress.

Thanks be to the artists who made my figures possible:
Salazar inspired by a drawing by Francesco Primaticcio. Godric's torso from a drawing by Tiepolo, and Helga and Rowena from a sketch by Mantegna

(there is a wee ficlet after the art)


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Life is rich, and moving too damn fast

**waves hello**
I have another busy weekend with house guests, but it's the first weekend in months I havent been on fandom deadline, and I am relieved, but also a little sad, and I miss being here. I am falling so far behind in reading, that I am looking forward to weeks in the hammock on sultry days soaking up the HD Cup and HDS Beltane fics I haven't been able to get to.

So, a recap: (cut for self-pimping list of fandom achievements this spring, since I have to convince myself I haven't been lazy! *g*)

location: home sweet home
Current Mood: calm calm
Current Music: cat snoring
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My Eileen Prince fic

I wrote A Good Wizarding Family for [info]hp_beholder, a wonderful new fest that yielded lots of interesting fic and art. Many thanks to bethbethbeth for getting so much good love for the oft neglected characters.

I had a great time struggling with this, as an artist who has the occasional writerly impulse, I am now even more in awe of all you lovely writers.  I am brewing some further Eileen plot bunnies, as she an I have become friends in the process. She wants me to draw her, as well!

Comments, concrit, and questions cheerfully accepted!

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Drabble: Not Afraid of Ghosts

for [info]snarry100,
(actually written as the beginning of comment porn, for Dacro's Snarry games interview)
Challenge 100: Free for All: Touch
Title: Not Afraid of Ghosts
Author: venturous
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Warnings: ghost!Snape, blood (a teeny bit!)
Disclaimer: JKR owns the Potterverse – I just play in it. No money is made from these amateur works.
Summary: Harry visits Snape's grave. to be continued



Although it wasn’t cold in the fogbound cemetery, Harry shivered. He approached Snape’s headstone with a sense of dread, feeling silly for being afraid. As he stepped onto the grave, a tendril of cold mist crept up his pantleg.

The sensation curled around his thigh. He felt a presence behind him, and a breath gusted in his ear: "Hhhharrrry..." It was a salacious, resonant whisper.

He jumped, dropping the blood-red roses, piercing his finger in the process. He spun around, and saw... no one. With a nervous laugh, he said aloud "what’s with me, anyway? I’m not afraid of ghosts."

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