sometimes the words leave me and sometimes they come back and sometimes the fire to write lights again

roma★
hello vonnie
occasionally subtle
Cosimo Galluzzi
NASA
One Nice Bug Per Day
taylor price
Three Goblin Art
d e v o n
Game of Thrones Daily
noise dept.

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Keni

Discoholic 🪩

PR's Tumblrdome
Show & Tell

Andulka

#extradirty

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Misplaced Lens Cap
seen from United States
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@venrain
sometimes the words leave me and sometimes they come back and sometimes the fire to write lights again
"The most he's ever said" in photographs
Last year, I wrote this fic set in Paris for @hd-wireless. I love reading about cities, and had been looking for an excuse to write about my city for a long time. I also love taking photographs. Since I based most descriptions on real places, I thought it would be fun to share some of my inspiration.
giveaway for fanbound copies is now closed!
thank you everyone who reached out! ill be sending out copies in the new year. please dm me here on tumblr if you have any questions. if you missed the giveaway, dm me and we can sort it out! happy new year, all <3
staring at the sky bound fic giveaway
Hi everyone and happy holidays~ As promised, the staring at the sky giveaway is here (hello tumblr followers!)
Over the past year, a set of beautifully bound copies of staring at the sky were designed and printed by two of my Chinese translators/readers, bambirory and chillyou, who created the cover art and interior fanart. Their work was a gift, and the exceptional care and effort they put into these works of art made me tear up a lot :)
I have 10 copies available, and rather than keep them on my shelf, I would love to give them away to readers here as a thank-you for the life this story has had over the years.
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Giveaway information:
I am doing a small holiday giveaway of physically bound copies of staring at the sky by venrain.
1) If you would like to enter, please leave a comment on ch 37 of SatS + fill out this form afterwards. If you feel like it, I would love to hear your favorite part of the fic in the comment (or something you liked about SatS in general).
2) Recipients will be randomly selected, and I will reach out via email. The giveaway will be open until 12/30/2025.
3) This is a non-commercial, fan-made giveaway. The copies themselves are free. Recipients will be asked to cover shipping costs only. The giveaway is open to non-NA regions, but shipping costs may vary as I am located in NA. 4) for my tumblr followers, reblogs are much appreciated. if you've reblogged/interacted on tumblr, I'll add another entry for your name. Please let me know your tumblr username in the google form!
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Finally, thank you sincerely to everyone who read, kudos'd, bookmarked, commented, translated, or carried this fic with them over the years. It has meant more to me than you'll ever know. And of course, thank-you to chillyou and bambirory for turning this story into something beautifully tangible for the community.
all my love,
venrain
last day to enter the giveaway!!
staring at the sky bound fic giveaway
Hi everyone and happy holidays~ As promised, the staring at the sky giveaway is here (hello tumblr followers!)
Over the past year, a set of beautifully bound copies of staring at the sky were designed and printed by two of my Chinese translators/readers, bambirory and chillyou, who created the cover art and interior fanart. Their work was a gift, and the exceptional care and effort they put into these works of art made me tear up a lot :)
I have 10 copies available, and rather than keep them on my shelf, I would love to give them away to readers here as a thank-you for the life this story has had over the years.
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Giveaway information:
I am doing a small holiday giveaway of physically bound copies of staring at the sky by venrain.
1) If you would like to enter, please leave a comment on ch 37 of SatS + fill out this form afterwards. If you feel like it, I would love to hear your favorite part of the fic in the comment (or something you liked about SatS in general).
2) Recipients will be randomly selected, and I will reach out via email. The giveaway will be open until 12/30/2025.
3) This is a non-commercial, fan-made giveaway. The copies themselves are free. Recipients will be asked to cover shipping costs only. The giveaway is open to non-NA regions, but shipping costs may vary as I am located in NA. 4) for my tumblr followers, reblogs are much appreciated. if you've reblogged/interacted on tumblr, I'll add another entry for your name. Please let me know your tumblr username in the google form!
-
Finally, thank you sincerely to everyone who read, kudos'd, bookmarked, commented, translated, or carried this fic with them over the years. It has meant more to me than you'll ever know. And of course, thank-you to chillyou and bambirory for turning this story into something beautifully tangible for the community.
all my love,
venrain
drarry excerpts.
If this is what it’s like to be the Master of Death, Harry figures he’d rather have died in the Forbidden Forest five years ago. Death hunts him at every corner, stealing his every breath, crossing paths with him when he least expects it.
McGonagall’s funeral is, all things considered, a sleepy affair, despite the number of people who have shown to pay their respects.
“Minerva, taken too soon. Had a bit of a thing for her in my youth, you know,” Slughorn says, sniffling into a glass of sherry. “Quite the talented witch. Unparalleled.”
Harry wishes he was anywhere but the punch table. A turntable plays Dusty Springfield in the background, and a small band of well-wishers has gathered by the Black Lake. Ron and Hermione had dropped by earlier for the eulogy given by Professor Sprout, who’d cried through the whole speech. Harry, unfortunately, couldn’t make out a single word.
The rest of the attendees are mostly students, and Harry swears he sees that wink of white-blond hair again.
“Never has Hogwarts had a better headmistress,” Slughorn is saying.
Harry nods and watches sherry slosh onto the grass.
Someone’s approaching them—the sound of footsteps stop a few feet away.
“Professor Slughorn.” Malfoy greets. “Potter.”
The word is enunciated, so cut and familiar it sends heat flaring instantly up his spine. Harry scowls without second thought.
“Malfoy,” he responds, turning to face his old nemesis.
The hollows beneath Draco’s eyes are bruised and dark, skin translucent beneath the early summer sun. Harry schools his expression into something more appropriate for a funeral. Slughorn nods at Draco, then ambles off after a moment of silence. Unlike with Harry, the potions professor has no words for the former Death Eater.
“Anything to drink?” Draco asks, pouring himself a glass of wine.
“I’m okay.” Harry’s wand burns in his pocket. “Here to gloat?”
The stream of wine slows, then stops.
“About?”
“Having outlived another Gryffindor.”
Draco’s lips go thin. He doesn’t look up. “Well done, me.”
Anger coils in Harry’s stomach, warm and inviting.
“Were you even allowed to attend?”
Draco’s fingers turn white on the glass. “I was, actually,” he replies, knife-edge. The wine bottle trembles as he sets it down.
Harry’s anger dissolves. “I—”
“Don’t bother.” Draco stalks off, flute of wine pinched between long fingers. -- a/n: havent been writing much fic. currently trying to write a real book. here's a snippet of a drarry fic thats 1/3 written that i havent really been working on. sometimes logging on tumblr is stressful because i desperately want (need) to write, but there's simply not enough time or energy (thanks to this phd program), and it makes me want to scream.
sneak peek of what i was reading ;) im quite busy with phd things rn but i will be hosting a giveaway later this holiday season
was reading sections of staring at the sky to my british boyfriend, and we'd just gotten to the potions/slughorn classroom scenes where they take their midterm practical when my bf told me that they dont have midterms exams in the uk..... LMAO
im a bad author 😭 THERES SO MANY SILLY AMERICANISMS IN MY FIC THAT MY BF HAS CALLED OUT ATP
First year <3
i have some big news to share later this month for fans of staring at the sky...here's a teaser image....
to be honest, i don't know how I got so lucky in having the readers/fans that I do, and especially from all the way across the ocean. thank you @bambirory and @chillyou for pulling off the craziest project ever.
what is the origin of your username (venrain)?
ahh so happy to answer this one. the romanized version of my name in real life can be rearranged, or anagrammed, to "rainy." so I write mostly under variations of this pen name and motif. the origin of venrain for ao3 came from a few things - the latin root ven (like veni, vidi...) can be interpreted as "to arrive or to come," so venrain is thematically along the lines of "the arriving rain." it's also easy to remember and simple to pronounce. aesthetically, I love the shape of the username. it's all valleys and mountains, but when written or typed in lowercase, it's uniform in appearance....venrain :) anyway im a big word/linguistics/language nerd (and I was a designer in a past life). I've also loved wordplay for a long, long time. thanks for the fun ask!!
finally finished this one!
healer x auror ?
artist: mandarina_art
yeah this is my drawing, super grateful to all the love I received because of this drawing 🧡🍊🐄
Harry is running. In his dreams, he’s running so fast that he’s nearly falling with each step forward, his momentum like a wrecking ball swinging towards Draco. He’s stretching his fingers towards Draco, he’s begging Draco. He’s dreaming of Draco, and Draco is looking back at him, that wry smile on his lips. His cheekbones are carved, so delicate that Harry touches them with a sort of reverence reserved for the gods. Draco is looking back at him. They’re by the cliffside, admiring the broad strokes of chalk limestone, bone-white even beneath a sunless sky. Draco’s stretching his hand back at Harry, a question held in his mouth like a gold coin. “Do you love me?” “That’s not how it’s supposed to go. Confessions, I mean.” “Who said it's a confession?” Draco is smug. Harry wants to shove him off the cliffs, but he refrains, because Harry is well-bred and well-mannered, unlike the Malfoy boy heir. But wildly, at the same time, Harry wants to pull Draco in; he wants to grip that prim collar of Draco's and twist it so that the fabric is permanently ruined, unable to stand upright on its own. He wants to kiss Draco silly. It’s a greedy thought. A pleasant one. So Harry gives in. Draco kisses him back, and like a tired cliché, the sun fractures through cloud cover, throwing the sea in glimmering shades of sky, as bright as jewels spread across the sand. Afterwards, Draco pretends to look affronted. He wipes his mouth and sulks at Harry all afternoon, because Harry refuses to answer his question. “Well, do you love me or not?” Draco asks as they board the muggle bus back to Wiltshire, his blond hair flying in the wind, strands sticking to his forehead as he turns to Harry. “I’ll tell you when you’re older,” Harry replies. He darts away from a well-aimed kick to his shins. On the ride back, Draco falls asleep on Harry’s shoulder, and dusk falls like a curtain, sweeping over the burnished fields that roll endlessly into the distance. The dirt road rumbles below them, and Harry is not in love, he is not in love, he is not in love.
Happy together
“Growing Around Grief”
Lois Tonkin, 1996