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I met her last summer and it was amazing.
Day 11
In your own space, talk about a creator. Show us why you think they are amazing. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
Most of inkandcayenne's icons are lost to internet entropy, and her fic is fairly well split up between small Tumblr posts and her Archive of Our Own account. That said, she still does fabulous work with graphics programs when time allows, and more than once I've stayed up way past my bedtime spitballing crazy AUs and silly crack plots that leave me laughing myself into coughing fits and giggling on the subway for days afterward.
She writes fics with a lot of quiet to them that capture the characters in moments of graceful stillness. She tags like nobody's business, she can lay the meta smackdown if necessary, and she always gets it.
In short, she's the sort of person who makes me unhappy that teleportation doesn't exist because I'd be on her couch practically every weekend if I could, braiding hair and baking cookies and discussing the semiotics of musical cues and color theory while sighing over James Marsters' natural curls. But as it doesn't, I have to settle for gushing about her here.
In your own space, talk about a creator. Show us why you think they are amazing. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
Most of inkandcayenne's icons are lost to internet entropy, and her fic is fairly well split up between small Tumblr posts and her Archive of Our Own account. That said, she still does fabulous work with graphics programs when time allows, and more than once I've stayed up way past my bedtime spitballing crazy AUs and silly crack plots that leave me laughing myself into coughing fits and giggling on the subway for days afterward.
She writes fics with a lot of quiet to them that capture the characters in moments of graceful stillness. She tags like nobody's business, she can lay the meta smackdown if necessary, and she always gets it.
In short, she's the sort of person who makes me unhappy that teleportation doesn't exist because I'd be on her couch practically every weekend if I could, braiding hair and baking cookies and discussing the semiotics of musical cues and color theory while sighing over James Marsters' natural curls. But as it doesn't, I have to settle for gushing about her here.