Fandom Snowflake Challenge Day 8

Day 7 was about creating something – and I am writing
Day 8

In your own space, make a list of at least 3 things that you like about yourself. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

I like that I am easily moved to pity and compassion. I don’t ‘get’ selfishness and coldness, turning away from those in need. People may call me ‘soft’. I don’t give a stuff. I would rather be like me, than like them.

Which leads on to: I absolutely love that I am a so-called ‘Bleeding heart liberal’ Too bloody right, I am.
I don’t know what the world is becoming, with every-one blaming ‘Johnny Foreigner’ or people who simply don’t fit in to the dust-buttocked, prim-faced, pinch-mouthed, deadly stupid conservative box – but I sure as hell am not changing. I wish I hadn’t been born too late to be a ‘real’ hippy. But that’s definitely a slot I would have fitted into like  a hand into a glove.

I love that I have a vast passion for anything I love, writing, reading, causes, certain people, fandoms, authors, artists, characters, interests I have.  I love that I am enthusiastic not jaded, even at my age. Got no time for ennui, really, there’s so much I am deeply passionate about.

Fandom Snowflake Challenge Day 6

In your own space, create a list of at least three fannish things you’d love to receive, something you’ve wanted but were afraid to ask for – a fannish wish-list of sorts. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your wish-list if you feel comfortable doing so. Maybe someone will grant a wish. Check out other people’s posts. Maybe you will grant a wish. If any wishes are granted, we’d love it if you link them to this post.

I love fanart and fanfic; I’ve always loved what other people have come up with. It’s always a huge treat.
Some-one on DA said recently, they would write fanfic of my fanfic, and I said, that’s perfectly okay.

Fandom Snowflake Challenge Day 5

In your own space, post recs for at least three fanworks that you did not create. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

I’ve still got this list from my old LJ

http://spiced-wine.livejournal.com/296325.html

At the moment, I am reading:

Ziggy’s Sons of Thunder II: Where The Shadows Lie

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8416513/chapters/19286032

The Price of Vengeance II by @encairion

http://faerie-archive.com/viewstory.php?sid=1396&index=1

I do like some Final Fantasy VII fanfic and thoroughly enjoy Green Dreams by @i-mushi

http://archiveofourown.org/works/599501/chapters/1081419

And

Of Things That May Be Only by @drneverland

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4367420/chapters/9910547

Fandom Snowflake Challenge Day 3

In your own space, set some goals for the coming year. They can be fannish or not, public or private. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

To pass 2 million words on Faerie and AO3. It’s currently 1844828.

Of course, some of this is the Crucible of Stars, which is not Dark Prince ‘verse, as such, but it does include  Vanimórë, and as he is the same person with the same history, I am semi-including it.

I was going to say comment on everything I like, but I already do.

 

 

 

Fandom Snowflake Challenge Day 2 (From Dreamwidth)

I kind of did day 1, but fudged it. Damned if I’m recc-ing my fic when it all seems like one long story in my head!

 

I mentioned that I enjoy exploring Van and Sauron’s incredibly complex relationship in A Far, Fierce SKy.

 

Day 2

In your own space, share a book/song/movie/tv show/fanwork/etc that changed your life. Something that impacted on your consciousness in a way that left its mark on your soul. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
The Silmarillion.

I can’t say Lord of the Rings because although I’ve read it probably hundreds of times, like the Silm, what absolutely pulled me in was when Glorfindel made an appearance and Gandalf’s words about him. Who was he this, ‘Elf-lord of a house of princes.’? who could face down the Nazgûl? And who were the other princes, and where were they now? It was the history behind Lord of the Rings that hooked and fascinated me, so when I bought the Silmarillion and read it I absolutely wallowed in it. So here was the history, even if all-too-short, and the tragedy, the grandeur, the sheer poetry of it, (’stern, sweeping myth’) just consumed me back then, and still does. Nothing’s ever matched it for me. Nothing ever will, because it’s like a world history, with all that depth to it, and that’s what I need in stories, a sense of beginnings, everything from the ground up, a vast, epic history,  and since the Silmarillion begins with creation (or actually prior to it) and then the Elves, (which are what it’s all about for me, no Elves = no interest) what more could I ask for?

Except fanfic 🙂

~ I Killed Her ~

Commission by Venlian

http://venlian.deviantart.com/art/Amethyst-Eyes-652862703

 

 

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I think this was how Vanimórë looked at Sauron in Angband, when he had just (mercifully) killed his sister, (or believed he had) and Sauron walked into the room.

 

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”Dost thou trust me, Vanya?” he whispered, resting his brow against hers.
Do not think, do not think!

”I do, thou knowest I do,” she reassured him softly not adding, for he knew, that he was the only one she loved. He was the only brightness in her life.

”Vanya,” he said, his throat full of hot coals. ”I love thee. My sister. My life. My light.”

The movement was so swift he knew she felt nothing. He knew because he felt the bond which so closely tied their souls snap instantly, snuff out like a candle as he took her head in his hands – and broke her neck.

She was gone, falling bonelessly against him, hair flooding to the floor, the gentle music of the gemstones tinkling like rain through the harsh sound of his breathing. He dropped to his knees, cradling her in his arms.

”My dear love…” He could not breathe, could not see, felt the burning flood of tears over his cheeks. Hollowness yawned like a wound within him, flaying his soul open to agony. ”I had to…”

The door opened. Pride and despair stopped his tears as if he ran them into a wall.

Dark Prince. Chapter II ~ To See Death As A Gift.