Resident softie Ravenclaw | 21 year old college student | He/Him | My birthday is on 3/14 | HPHM, HPHL, and HPMA, and more! | Icon: Danny Gibson by @kerimcberry| Background picture is by @cursebreakerfarrier |
There’s something very nice about remembering fics you read years ago. Maybe you remember the plot perfectly, maybe the rest of the fic is only a blur aside from a handful of vivid scenes, but you remember the way it made you feel. And sometimes you dredge up the memory - the premise or a favourite scene or a few lines that stayed with you - and your heart aches a little bit, the way it does when you think about books you enjoyed as a child.
To all the fanfiction writers out there: your work is beautiful and meaningful and it leaves an impact. I promise.
@drinkyoursoupbitch Yes! Danny's an adorable bean. To be honest I think of him as my comfort OC ^^
As for the artist, you wuld be right! I remember seeing her drawing of the otter patronus. She is so talented! I love her work so much!
Hi Soup! I remember your thoughts on Danny's faceclaim and how you loved my pick of Chris Pine for him! I thought I'd note to you that my icon is of Danny, and it's of him as a student, like the artist who drew him was so accurate working with the references for him. The artist did such a wonderful job!
Omg it's so cute!! Is that the artist whose Legacy MC has an otter patronus?
This duo is too sweet! You're on to something good Soup!
Io had grown beautiful over the summer. Of course, everyone told him so. But he knew it to be true for himself, too. Her skin was smooth. Her body curved just so about the waist under the satin of her dress. Her arms were soft and supple, yet strong. Her silky hair smelled beautifully of roses. And her voice was sweet, even peppered as it was with sailor's vocabulary. The occasional swear added spice, like red pepper in honey.
Most surprising of all, for a self-described bull in a chinashop, she was an excellently graceful dance partner. She matched his movements so fluidly, it felt like floating.
She didn't need to sit down, to catch her breath, to dance slowly for fear of triggering new bouts of pain.
No, Io was sturdy, healthy, vibrant, ruddy, and alive - so very alive. She was turning into a woman with a future of infinite possibilities. The threat of a curse and an early death didn't loom like a monstrosity over Io Gordon. And he hated himself for liking it - dare he say, preferring it?
With a nagging guilt, he took the next dance with her, and then the next. He wanted to pretend, just a moment longer, that a spark had struck between them. To enjoy the thrill of being a boy holding an extraordinarily pretty girl in his arms as they waltzed in time to the heady music.
Working on Io and Ominis and enjoying them so much, I thought I'd share