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Post by stefdarlin on Dec 3, 2008 10:20:07 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300]...For me. Been an awful good girl, Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight![/glow] Here we have the Christmas Exchange thread. When your present is ready, send it to your giftee first so they can be the first to see/read and enjoy it. Then, if you wrote a story, post it in the appropriate genre, and then put a link to it here in this thread. If you made some art or icons, just post them here in the thread. ***Please drop off your gifts by 11:59EST, December 31st. If you have any questions or issues, please pm me (Stefdarlin).*** Happy Christmas, everyone!! From the CR Staff!! |
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Post by SakiJune on Dec 23, 2008 9:35:39 GMT -5
Ok, someone has to go first, I know  This is my little gift to Dianne, along with all my best wishes for a wonderful Christmas to spend with the people she loves and a fabulous New Year - health, happiness and all what she desires. |
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Post by MMADfan on Dec 25, 2008 6:48:54 GMT -5
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Post by pinkie on Dec 28, 2008 6:54:19 GMT -5
Merry Christmas Smaug!!! Voila! |
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Post by pinkie on Dec 28, 2008 6:57:10 GMT -5
Because Spaug's present is a two-parter, here's part 2! click here... |
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Post by stefdarlin on Dec 28, 2008 10:39:53 GMT -5
Alright, I was the lucky one who got Sprinkles.  (Thank you, Sierra!) So, this year I decided to try my hand at the multimedia type of presents, and this is what I came up with.  (one icon)  (one , sorta, banner) (Those who know Sprinks as I do just have to giggle at this one. I COULD NOT resist, snort... )  (And a remix ;D) ...I cannot figure out how to embed the remix so that everyone can just click. But if you click the image above, you will be taken right to it. ;D Merry Christmas, Sprinks!!And Everyone!!Cheers, Stef =o) |
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Post by MMADfan on Dec 28, 2008 18:44:40 GMT -5
Ok, someone has to go first, I know This is my little gift to Dianne, along with all my best wishes for a wonderful Christmas to spend with the people she loves and a fabulous New Year - health, happiness and all what she desires. Very nice, saki! I'd only embarrass myself if I asked, "Who's the chick?" wouldn't I? I do know who House is, though!!! (And I can see how he'd be one of Di's TV boyfriends! Totally. Heh! ;D) |
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Post by MMADfan on Dec 28, 2008 18:54:25 GMT -5
Stef--
Haha! (Or should that be "hohoho!"?)
I especially liked the Obama one. Yeah, Filius would definitely be an Obama supporter!
I have to go see the remix, too, but I have to go now -- my sister's calling me.
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Post by dmf1984 on Dec 29, 2008 8:24:40 GMT -5
Ok, someone has to go first, I know This is my little gift to Dianne, along with all my best wishes for a wonderful Christmas to spend with the people she loves and a fabulous New Year - health, happiness and all what she desires. Very nice, saki! I'd only embarrass myself if I asked, "Who's the chick?" wouldn't I? I do know who House is, though!!! (And I can see how he'd be one of Di's TV boyfriends! Totally. Heh! ;D) The woman in the pic is Dr. Lisa Cuddy, the boss of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, and she is one of only two people who can really talk to House (the other being Dr. Jim Wilson). Anyway, House and Cuddy TOTALLY have a history, and many fans would like to see more of this U/RST, part deux! She doesn't make me jealous at all, to be honest, that she and my TV boyfriend should make out lots and lots more. Yeah, he is delish, isn't he? And SUCH a smartass. |
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Post by dmf1984 on Dec 30, 2008 11:24:40 GMT -5
Just a tiny appetizer, and there will be more to come. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to Stef (and of course, to the rest of you darlings as well). It is taking much discussion with my Muse to NOT make this a crack-fic, although it will be categorized as humor and AU (very very AU). Jimmy and I are off to meet my new niece Cameron (DOB 21 November 2008), and to celebrate a late Christmas/New Years in sunny Pinellas county Florida. Cheers for now, Dianne  ****************** Gift-fic for Stef, December 2008
Pairings: ADMM, FFPS, AMPP
Rating: K+/T (just to be on the safe side, for mild coarse language and implied sexuality)
Summary: Filius has received a DVD and wants to share it with his friends; he and Pomona throw a “football party” in Ravenclaw tower.
Author’s notes: this tale ignores DH and its subsequent revelations. It is, however, completely “RaM-verse” compliant! Some characters may also be found in my fan-fic, “What if?”.“A House Divided” “So, where is the godson, then?” Alastor asked as he, Minerva and Albus made their way up the stairs to Filius’ suite in Ravenclaw Tower. “He and Hagrid off to the Black Lake again?” Minerva shook her head and smiled. “Brian should be over to Edinburgh by now; he took the train this morning and was sorry to miss your visit today.” Moody grunted. “Pub crawling the Old Town without me? I’m wounded, McGonagall-darlin’, truly wounded.” His magical eye whirled in place, but he sounded more amused than anything. “No, no such thing,” Minerva replied, hearing Albus chuckle at the wizard’s reaction. “He is meeting up with Frank and Juliet to go to the Edinburgh Festival for a few days; it begins on the seventh, I think. They also rented a caravan for the month at Inverbeg. All of their children will be there; he hasn’t seen his brothers and sister since he started at school.” “A caravan? Really?” “Lovely spot, actually, along the shores of Loch Lomond,” Albus commented, stepping up to the Head of Ravenclaw’s door-portrait. Alastor paused, grinning broadly. “Oh, aye? Right in view of the Ben, isn’t it?” “Yes, I believe it is,” Dumbledore replied, turning to give the password to Flitwick’s portrait warden—this year, a Charmed violinist. “Haven’t you been there?” Alastor’s grin grew even wider. “I have, many times… but with whom, I shouldn’t say!” He laughed as Minerva swatted his arm. “What? I can’t help it if poppies need lots of sunshine and fresh air.” She shook her head and laughed as he waggled his good eyebrow. Albus squeezed her shoulder affectionately, placing a kiss on the side of her forehead. The trio stepped into the portrait just then, entering the Charms Master’s sitting room; Pomona, Filius and the Hogwarts school matron were already there. “What’s this about poppies, Mad-Eye?” asked Sprout, catching the very last of Alastor’s comment. “Some varieties are fairly toxic and—oh! Never mind, cheeky bugger…” Pomona caught Minerva’s eye and smiled. Moody leaned down to kiss the Head of Hufflepuff’s pink cheek, and then shook hands with Filius. “Good to see you,” he greeted. “Just that they need plenty of sunshine, and that they are my favorite edible flower! Hello, Poppy-darlin’.” Alastor lifted her in his arms, spinning her around and kissing her lips rather noisily. “And hello to you as well,” she said, coming up for air and blushing; Poppy leaned to whisper a promise in his ear, and maintaining some sense of decorum, waited as he set her gently on her feet. Filius clapped his hands. “Come in, come in. We can get the deeveedee started in just a moment,” he said in his usual cheerful way. “Piper has brought us plenty of snacks if you are still hungry while we are watching the match.” “Game, dearest. Ciara said it was called a ‘football game’,” Pomona corrected him gently referring to the letter his great-niece had sent with the package. “Oh right! A football game… American, college, and Muggle all in one!” he chuckled as he gestured for his guests to make themselves comfortable. “This will be educational then, won’t it?” Albus commented, sitting beside Minerva on the over-stuffed couch, and accepting a small frothy ale from Pomona. “Thank you. The screen turned out very well, Filius.” “It did, it did. My niece recommended a fairly large telly for this,” Flitwick replied. “To get the full effect.” “What does she do in the States?” Minerva asked, watching as Poppy Levitated a small tray of crudités and yogurt dip to the low table in front of her. Pomona giggled in delight but it was her husband who replied, quickly swallowing a sip of his cherry-flavored white wine spritzer. “A confectioner, actually. Chocolates of all kinds… although none in this summer care package I’m afraid. She’s not allowed to put Freshness Charms on international shipments for some reason.” He took up a small black plastic device, and pointed it at the television screen. “Thank you for your suggestions, Albus. I was hoping that all of these Muggle devices would work today—such a clever thing here called a ‘remote’.” Filius pushed a few buttons, and the big-screen TV lit up, causing Alastor’s magical eye to whirl dizzily in place. “Merlin’s pants! That is bright,” he exclaimed, taking up his wand and casting a couple of rapid spells on his eye. “Better. So, where did this take place? It’s really chucking it down there.” The program had begun and they could all see the very heavy rain falling; standing water had already blurred some of the painted sections of the playing field. "I believe it was a town called Tallahassee," Pomona said. "Just like the song!" “Indeed it is... the 'Tallahassee Lassie'. Ciara put together a reference for us, taken from something called ‘Football for Dummies’, to help us at least figure out what goes on,” said Flitwick, taking up a large laminated card. “I thought that was a nice touch.” “Very,” said Albus. “Mmm, these are good.” He bit a whole wheat and herb crispy cracker and sat back in his seat, crossing his legs and putting an arm over Minerva’s shoulders. “Fire away, Professor,” Poppy told Filius, a teasing smile on her face. "No time like the present to further our education." Beside her, Alastor drained his glass, heaving a sigh of contentment. The tiny wizard laughed, and then cleared his throat to read from the card his niece had prepared. “Right. There are two teams of eleven each side to play four fifteen-minute quarters. The ultimate purpose of the game is to move the ball into the opposing team’s erm, ‘end zone’ and this is achieved by running, throwing or kicking the ball.” He chuckled at himself as he stumbled over the unfamiliar words; on-screen, a few announcers were interviewing a rotund man wearing a white baseball cap. A moment later, a figure in spectacular face-paint rode on horseback to the center of the playing field. He was also carrying a flaming, feathered spear, much to the roared approval of the spectators in the stands. “What in the world is he doing? I rather like the trick with the flames,” Albus said, grinning at Minerva. McGonagall laughed, watching the two teams closely. “I think I shall root for the young men with the spears on their hats. Their colors are Gryffindor!” Alastor raised his glass and toasted her in his agreement. Filius nodded. “They are called the Seminoles, as you call see by the fellow on horseback.” The horseman had just struck his spear into the center of the rainy playing field. By some magic, the flames were not doused. “I’m not yet decided for whom I will cheer, but who are the others … the ones in orange and blue?” Albus wanted to know. Flitwick consulted his laminated card. “Ah, yes. They are my niece’s team since she attended that University—they are the Florida Alligators!” “ Gators, dearest,” Pomona corrected gently. “Ciara called them the Gators.” TBC |
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Post by stefdarlin on Dec 30, 2008 12:02:06 GMT -5
Oh, Di!!! This is a most excellent start. I am looking forward to what may happen as it refers to the title of this fic. <eg> Lol, Albus seems a little too interested in the orange and blue for my taste. If he decides to root for the "other" team, he may have his hands full with Minerva. Thank you, thank you! YAY! Merry Christmas once more, Stef =o) P.S. Love to reference to the little one, but U of F!!!  ?? Oye vey!! You are trying to kill me here, no?? LOL! |
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Post by OSUSprinks on Dec 31, 2008 9:56:09 GMT -5
I hope none of them root for the gators (note the small g). I really can't stand that team. GO SOONERS!!!
By the way, I love the fic. lol
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Post by MMADfan on Dec 31, 2008 12:24:31 GMT -5
Hi, Di! You made me giggle with that line. Hee! I like Minerva's reasoning for choosing the team to root for. That's my method. That and which uniforms make their tushes look most appetizing!  ;D |
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Post by OSUSprinks on Dec 31, 2008 14:42:50 GMT -5
I have a thing for linebackers too. If all else fails, I root for the defense and a sack!
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Post by kellyanne on Dec 31, 2008 20:08:25 GMT -5
A/N: I really hope you like this SakiJune!! it was originally supposed to be more PS/FF centered... but that's not how it turned out... and I hope you like it anyway Pomona made her way out of the Great Hall after saying her ‘goodnights’ to teachers whom stayed during the Christmas break. She took her time making her way to her rooms; she had been avoiding them since the final battle... when he died. She shivered at the thought, as she stopped outside of her rooms. She stared at the portrait, not wanting to go inside and be alone on Christmas Eve. He was supposed to make cookies with her, in the small kitchen in greenhouse four. She looked outside, the sun was barely setting – it was far too early for her to go to her rooms now. She turned away from the portrait, and her rooms, and kept walking. She was lost in her thoughts, remembering flour fights, the late talks, and past Christmas mornings. She stopped, only when she found herself at the gargoyle, which would lead her to her best friend. Pomona whispered the password, hoping Minerva McGonagall would be in Albus’s old office. Perhaps Minerva would spend some time with her this Christmas Eve. She knocked softly, and a low voice called her in. She shut the door behind her, and gave a weak smile at Minerva, who gave her the same weak smile back. Papers were neatly stacked to Minerva’s left, as Minerva signed her name at the bottom of the next one, adding it to the pile. “What can I do for you, Pomona?” Minerva said, looking tired, as she stood up from her chair. Pomona motioned for Minerva to take a seat next to her on the couch, before her pretty brown eyes glanced down at her legs curled up under her, and then to the crackling fire. “I... I didn’t think either of us should be alone on Christmas Eve.” Minerva took a seat next to Pomona, and stared into the fire as well. Silence came over the two for few moments. “I should be helping him wrap Aberforth’s present,” Minerva said, curling her arm to link with Pomona’s. Pomona couldn’t help it – she had always been one of the more emotional of the two – as tears ran down her round cheeks. She leaned her head against Minerva’s shoulder, gripping Minerva’s arm tightly. Minerva snuggled closer to her best friend, continuing to stare into the fire. “We were supposed to make cookies.” Pomona broke the silence. “What kind?” Minerva cleared her throat from the sobs that threatened, and tried to direct the conversation to the happy memories. “Peanut butter with chocolate chips. They were always god-awful though – Filius put too much sugar and chocolate chips, and not enough peanut butter. We always ended up eating the spiced short bread my mother sent us instead... and even then he insisted on putting chocolate on top of it.” Pomona smiled at her friend, with shining eyes. There was another silence, as Minerva wasn’t sure what to say. She had spent more time grieving over Albus’s death, preparing herself for this Christmas alone. She squeezed her friend’s arm. “Does it get easier?” Pomona whispered. “... yes and no,” Minerva answered, carefully. “I still miss Albus every day. I don’t think there’s a day that goes by when I don’t cry for him. But... I try to remember the things that he did that made me laugh. That seems to help.” It was Minerva’s turn, as Pomona looked up, to rest her head on a friend’s shoulder. “Christmas does seem lonelier, though.” “... I’m glad I have you.” Pomona replied gently. Minerva smiled at her through own tear-filled eyes, knowing that her friend knew she felt the same way. They both looked back into the fire, the flames mesmerizing. Pomona lost herself in thoughts of how warm Filius had felt when he last held her; how strong he had made her feel when he had smiled at her; how utterly in love she felt when he had kissed her. “Would you like to bake some cookies?” Minerva asked, ever thinking of others before herself. “No,” Pomona answered. “But...I would like you to read to me... please?” Pomona added, softly and slowly. Minerva nodded, moving over to the large bookcase that was filled with her favourite books, never Albus’s. “Any preferences?” “Your favourite,” Pomona said, knowing exactly which book Minerva would pick. Her voice was always softer when reading it; her voice always made Pomona feel better when reading it. Minerva pulled the worn out book from the dulling spine, and took her seat back at Pomona’s side. As the two settled, Pomona resting her head on Minerva’s shoulder, and Minerva gripping Pomona’s hand tightly, Minerva opened the book to the first chapter. She let go of Pomona’s hand only to turn the pages. “Three hundred and forty-eight years, six months, and nineteen days ago to-day, the Parisians awoke to the sound of all the bells in the triple circuit of the city, the university, and the town ringing a full peal.” Minerva began. Pomona could feel her heart settling down, ready to listen to a warm voice. |
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Post by Smaug on Dec 31, 2008 22:56:26 GMT -5
I am not sure where to put these. Separating them and choosing genres is too much for my head at the moment. I love the House picture by the way. I love House. And Hugh Laurie with an American accent. Ahem. I need to sleep. This is my gift for MMADfan. Even though the original idea was to write drabbles/flash fics for each question, or most questions, it kind of didn't happen that way. My muse is still fallen out with me, I'll blame her. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone! MMAD (and more) drabbles and short fics written especially for MMADfan.A collection of short fics for MMADfan of varying lengths. Some were specifically inspired by one Secret Santa question, but others are of a more general theme.
Rhubarb Pie Albus smiled from his seat at the centre of the staff table. His idle gaze drifted across the faces of his staff and students as he absentmindedly twirled his fork through his leftover vegetables. Minerva McGonagall gave him a sharp look from his right, but he ignored it. Today was the third Sunday in April and Albus Dumbledore was excited, this was his favourite day of the year. He gave a sly glance towards Minerva, who had turned her attention back to her own meal. “I promise to make up for it with fruit for dessert,” he said, eyes twinkling. Minerva refrained, though just barely, from snorting inelegantly into her broccoli. She gave him a sideways glance and raised one eyebrow. She tilted her head and looked at him questioningly, but he merely turned back to face the hall without further comment. Seconds later the remaining food disappeared to be replaced by dishes filled with steaming hot pies; sugar caramelised to the surface of the flaky pastry. Large cream jugs soon followed; full to the brim with thick cream or hot, bright yellow custard. Albus continued to smile, not even glancing towards Minerva but he could feel the soft smile upon her face. The tart flavour of rhubarb was one of Minerva’s favourites, and she loved this day of the year. Years earlier Albus had longed to serve Minerva her favourite sweet, though she preferred only to eat it when it was ripe and even then not so much as to the spoil it. Plan hatched he had approached Pomona Sprout to negotiate. To this day greenhouse four remains a mystery to all students. Even the marauders and the Weasley twins failed to breach its barriers. Inside it is filled end to end with rhubarb plants which Professor Sprout lovingly tends to all year round. All for one day each year; just to make her smile. Albus had sacrificed much of that year’s budget to Herbology, and had spent a lot of time on protective wards for each of the greenhouses. But it was always worth it. Rhubarb pies for everyone one day each year, but especially for Minerva. Minerva smiled softly as she looked around and took in the scene she saw every year. The smell of the rhubarb made her mouth water in anticipation. “Is it that time of year again?” she asked, her voice as soft as her smile. He had always been able to confuse her, this gesture was no exception. She squeezed his arm in thanks, and they shared a smile, eyes. The moment was broken, however, when a disgruntled Horace left in a huff. The two shared a guilty, but amused smile and turned away from each other. Albus lifted a knife to serve them each a generous slice of pie and Minerva watched in silence. Her smile was still in her eyes and her voice as she thanked him for her dish and charmed the cream jug to pour for each of them. Finite
Practically Perfect Christmas was always the most difficult time of year. Christmas times spent with the family she was currently helping usually ended with the wind changing. The times when she left them for Christmas were often lonely. She sighed briskly and stood. She may not like Christmas with or without the people she cared for; she certainly never participated. But practically perfect people never permit sentiment to muddle their thinking. Well, except under very special circumstances. She blinked away tears as she fingered the tag on the small, gaily wrapped present and she read the words over and over. Love BertFinite
Hot Chocolate A/N: I’ve always wanted to write a hot chocolate scene and since it is your favourite film and the hot chocolate scene when rescuing a petrified Colin is even actually in it (if I remember correctly).Afterwards they sat in silence long into the night, each holding a rapidly cooling cup of hot chocolate. Helplessness was not a feeling that either of them were accustomed to, and it seemed somewhat easier together. Neither would ever be sure when they started to talk, or what they had talked about. They shared fears and hopes that were easily forgotten, but eased by the other. But she remembers how he took her hand and kissed the back, and he remembers her head resting on his shoulder and her eyes closing. They remember feeling protected, if only for a while. Finite
Fanatic Pomona Sprout was a Herbology fanatic. She spent her childhood growing things; learning what was best for different species. As a teenager she studied them: names, growing conditions, magical properties. She could reel off information on most plants at the drop of a hat, and she had grown so many of them. She had an opinion on everything; all of the suggested methods had improvements. And she would gladly talk for hours on the subject. “… I really don’t think planting—¬” “Ah,” said Poppy, with a mischievous smile at Pomona’s gaze, “’Mona, Filius, I don’t believe you’ve been introduced.” Finite
Merry Christmas Severus Snape crept up to the Headmaster’s door with the stealth of a long time spy. His eyes darted around with speed, but he showed no sign of being hurried. His nerves kept him alert; this mission was surely more dangerous than any other he had undertaken. His reputation was at stake, which was of far more importance than anyone else. If anyone ever saw him like this…. He finished his task quickly, using wandless, non-verbal spells to aid him, his black eyes gleaming in the darkened hallway. He started to move away, task completed when he heard shouting and laughter from further down the corridor. Someone was shouting about fairy lights and tinsel, and at least one other person was laughing in the background. Snape showed no sign of his horror at hearing other teachers. Students he could punish, but if he was caught here red handed there would be no escape for him. He moved to flee into the shadows and down the corridor. Filius rounded the corner, now singing a Christmas carol, or more accurately singing different lines from several carols, accompanied by a still giggling Pomona. They quietened as they saw Severus slinking into the darkness of the corridor muttering to himself what sounded suspiciously like “Bah humbug”, though Pomona would always later recount that he didn’t seem to say it with much conviction. Footsteps on the moving staircase startled the drunken duo from their daze and they looked to see Albus and Minerva emerging from the door after spending Christmas Eve together. It was only then that anyone noticed the mistletoe. Filius looked suspiciously back to where Snape had just retreated to, but there was nothing but darkness. Surely not? Filius was not sure it was possible for this to have been set up by Snape. Minerva froze; panic stricken and she looked over at Albus with a question in her eyes. His eyes twinkled madly, but Minerva’s smile in return went unnoticed by their new companions. Filius and Pomona watched in awe as Albus closed the distance between himself and Minerva and kissed her. There was a second where no one moved, no one even seemed to breathe, before Minerva wound her arms around Albus’ neck and kissed him back. Pomona and Filius both cheered loudly which drew the startled couple apart, blushing. “Merry Christmas!” Filius said in greeting, before taking Pomona’s hand and continuing down the corridor without a backwards glance. Those two needed privacy or it could ruin them before they even had a chance. The others murmured Christmas wishes were heard as the two couples separated. Minerva looked back to Albus and pulled him closer, kissing him again as they disappeared back into his quarters. And somewhere in the darkness a touch of a smile graced the lips of Severus Snape. If Filius and Pomona even remembered tomorrow morning he doubted they would be able to piece together enough of what happened to name him the culprit. He might not like Christmas, but even he felt the need to try to help spread some Christmas cheer once in a while, and sometimes wanting the best for a friend got the better of him. Finite |
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Post by OSUSprinks on Jan 1, 2009 1:26:49 GMT -5
My present to KellyAnne can be found here. Happy New Year everyone! |
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Post by SakiJune on Jan 1, 2009 7:09:59 GMT -5
A/N: I really hope you like this SakiJune!! it was originally supposed to be more PS/FF centered... but that's not how it turned out... and I hope you like it anyway Telling you I like it is not enough. This is exactly the kind of fic I appreciate, which makes me cry and smile at the same time, as it is about both love and friendship. Min and 'Mona are so lucky to have each other: they are torn, but they still keep their memories and feelings alive. The first lines of NDdP, then, are the proof you have really written this for me, and makes me feel so good. Thank you kellyanne, I send you my best wishes for the New Year and for your life. |
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Post by kellyanne on Jan 1, 2009 11:26:34 GMT -5
I'm really glad you liked it SakiJune. I hope you have a good New Year and a good all around life as well |
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Post by MMADfan on Jan 1, 2009 11:52:00 GMT -5
I am not sure where to put these. Separating them and choosing genres is too much for my head at the moment. I love the House picture by the way. I love House. And Hugh Laurie with an American accent. Ahem. I need to sleep. This is my gift for MMADfan. Even though the original idea was to write drabbles/flash fics for each question, or most questions, it kind of didn't happen that way. My muse is still fallen out with me, I'll blame her. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone! MMAD (and more) drabbles and short fics written especially for MMADfan.A collection of short fics for MMADfan of varying lengths. Some were specifically inspired by one Secret Santa question, but others are of a more general theme.
Rhubarb Pie *snip!*
Practically Perfect *snip!*
Hot Chocolate *snip!* Fanatic *snip!*
Merry Christmas *snip!* Finite I loved them all, but I especially liked "Rhubarb Pie" and "Hot Chocolate"! The ending of "hot chocolate" was just wonderfully sweet. I'm glad that you made rhubarb pie Minerva's favourite! I wish I had a greenhouse filled with rhubarb! I also adored the way that Snape spread some Christmas cheer in "Merry Christmas" -- and, of course, I loved the ADMM-ness of that one! It was a Snapish thing to do, but sweet, too. I liked that you slipped the Mary Poppins drabble in there, too. It was bittersweet, though, since Bert wasn't actually there to give his Christmas greetings in person. Still gave me the warm fuzzies! I can very easily see Pomona overwhelming Filius with her exuberant discussion of Herbology the first time they meet! hee! Very cute! And last, but not least, the "Just call me madam" banner was perfect and brought a grin to my face! Thank you very much!!! Happy New Year, Amy! (And to your alter egos, Smaug and Elo, too! ;D) ~"Madam" ;D Hee hee! |
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Post by pinkie on Jan 2, 2009 4:27:36 GMT -5
Kellyann: You have managed to make me cry on the second day of the year. Very well done, even though it was so sad and even so, it was very comforting to know that two best friends can always be of comfort to eachother. Smaug: I <3 drabbles! I especially liked Rhubarb pie and Merry Christmas, completely indulging my love of ADMM! Just enjoyed every single one of them! Di: Oooh, how i felt like the professors, not understanding a single thing going on there. But how Albus could root for a different team... i simply know this will turn out disastrous But i like how everyone is paired up and how my best boy Brian is mentioned! Stef and Saki: I'd love to know how to make such fab banners and stuff, really cool!!! |
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Post by stefdarlin on Jan 6, 2009 17:47:05 GMT -5
Kellyanne, your fic made me misty-eyed. It was very wonderful, though. I find it oddly comforting that Pomona and Minerva can be there for one another. Well done. Smaug, my dear, I love what you did for MMADfan. The rhubarb pie one is my favorite, but it was very close with Merry Christmas. I do love Professor Snape. ;D Saki, I rarely get to watch House but I am glad you made the picture for Di so I can drool over it too a little. Cheers, Stef =o) |
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(Thank you, Sierra!) So, this year I decided to try my hand at the multimedia type of presents, and this is what I came up with.
?? Oye vey!! You are trying to kill me here, no?? LOL!
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