The Rec of the Hesperus

[rj_anderson]

Well, more than one rec, actually, but I couldn't resist that subject line. Anyway...

I have spent the last 24 hours going o_o ... o_O ... O_O at a couple of sites, so I thought I might share the wealth. First up is Edgeworlds, a gallery of HP sketches by pro artist Anneth Lagamo. Some really amazing stuff there, including this gorgeous, dynamic sketch of the first DA meeting in OotP, and a wonderful caricature of Ron and Hermione arguing.

Then there's Freelancer's Music Videos. I haven't had the chance to view them all, but the four or five HP vids of hers I've seen so far are delightful. Particularly The Creation of Man, a track from the Broadway production of The Scarlet Pimpernel featuring Sir Percy at his over-the-fop best, and which is also a perfect fit for Gilderoy Lockhart. Some brilliant edits here, at least one of which made me laugh out loud.

And now I'm off to work on an impossible and entirely ridiculous drabble, because lizbee is evil and puts Ideas in my head.

ETA: Gacked from narcissam, it's the Better Personality Quiz Result:

You are an SEDF--Sober Emotional Destructive Follower. This makes you an evil genius. You are extremely focused and difficult to distract from your tasks. With luck, you have learned to channel your energies into improving your intellect, rather than destroying the weak and unsuspecting.

Your friends may find you remote and a hard nut to crack. Few of your peers know you very well--even those you have known a long time--because you have expert control of the face you put forth to the world. You prefer to observe, calculate, discern and decide. Your decisions are final, and your desire to be right is impenetrable.

You are not to be messed with. You may explode.

Hee! More than a grain of truth in that one, actually. Except for the exploding part. I think.

Comments

[marinarusalka.livejournal.com]

Wow, Edgeworlds is fantastic. Thanks for the pointer.

I never cease to be amazed by the number of amazing artists working in this fandom.

Off to look at the music videos now...

watch out, ridiculous drabbles are scary!

[lydaclunas.livejournal.com]

With deepest apologies to the characters, Weiss especially, because I don't really know what he's supposed to be like.

"I asked you to move. Now," said Margot, in a tone of voice that could send chills down the spine of a weaker man; but after years of life-threatening undercover operations, Weiss was hardly intimidated by a slender, dark-haired woman holding a stick.

"You move," he countered, scooting over to the other side of the worn brown sofa in order to see past her. "I'm trying to watch the game here."

Margot's expression darkened and she flicked her wand; the television snapped off. Another practiced swish and his box of Cheese Nips flew from his hands and landed across the room.

"Hey--!"

But Margot had already turned away from him and was standing near the broom closet. "Don't forget, I will lock you in here, if I must," she said, and opened the door. A surprised gasp came from inside, and a brief expression of shock and horror clouded Margot's face. In one swift motion she dragged out the vaccuum cleaner and slammed the door.

"Why," she mused aloud, "must I be forced to reside in a place where it's possible to walk in on my parents' younger selves snogging in a closet?"

Weiss laughed until he couldn't breathe. Margot scowled and thrust the vacuum cleaner in his direction.

"Clean this place up. It's disgusting."

He looked up at her. "You really ought to lighten up. C'mon, have a seat. We can make popcorn and watch a movie. Predator is on at eight."

She sneered down at him. "I think not."

Time for another approach. "Okay, Margot, just because we're from different fandoms doesn't mean we can't get along. We are sharing the same Evil Author's brainspace -- we've got to have something in common."

Margot pursed her lips.

"No matter which story we end up in," he continued, "we're going to be tortured. She's fond of breaking my heart and putting me in situations that can charitably be considered 'close calls'. And I heard it from the grapevine that you're headed for a massive downfall, complete with a dramatic and explosive death scene."

"That remains to be seen," she said.

"Anyway, this is the only place where we can relax. Stretch out on the mental couch and muse about our awful futures, and occasionally unleash plot bunnies on the Evil Author." He grinned. "I love the bunnies, it's the sweetest revenge."

"You have a point," Margot conceded. "Although I prefer the winged plot monkeys."

He patted the seat next to him on the sofa. "So, what do you say? Sit and chat, let yourself have a break for once. You can't take over the world while you're stuck here anyway."

"All right," she said reluctantly, "but only if you vaccuum this sofa first."

"Deal." This was definite progress.

She shot him a baleful glance. "And I won't have you eating in here anymore. You're a pig, and you leave crumbs everywhere."

Oh, well, he thought, peering over at his Banished box of Cheese Nips as he unwound the vaccuum cord, maybe she'd prefer pretzels.

[lucythedragon.livejournal.com]

GUH! Thanks you for Edgeworlds. Is teh prettay artness.

Re: watch out, ridiculous drabbles are scary!

[rj-anderson.livejournal.com]

*dies*

You so rule.

[rose-in-shadow.livejournal.com]

Ah! So that's the lovely artist of your Gratuitous Het icon. I always adore realistic HP fanart. Thanks for the link, Rebecca :-).