Vanimórë ~ Warlord.
Commission by http://zeilyan.deviantart.com/
Vanimórë ~ Warlord.
Commission by http://zeilyan.deviantart.com/
Day 7 was about creating something – and I am writing
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.
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.
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
At the moment, I am reading:
Ziggy’s Sons of Thunder II: Where The Shadows Lie
The Price of Vengeance II by @encairion
I do like some Final Fantasy VII fanfic and thoroughly enjoy Green Dreams by @i-mushi
Of Things That May Be Only by @drneverland
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.
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.
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.
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 🙂
Commission by Venlian
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.
”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.
I am so happy when we get to this day, when the northern hemisphere begins tilting back toward the glorious sun. When I was little, I used to start thinking of long, lingering summer evenings lying like a blessing across the countryside, the blackbirds calling as they went to roost, the smell of haying, gillieflowers, roses, cut grass, the freedom of being outside with only one layer of clothing, the short sweetness of summer nights, waking to hear the sparrows chirping under the eaves, the sleepy call of doves from the trees on hot afternoons, of summer holidays that seemed to last forever.
What a blessed day.
I’m not sure why I decided to get one. I used to use them years ago (back in the 80’s) for ‘map dowsing’, just out of curiosity really, but hadn’t had one in ages, so I read up about using them first, as my use back then was really non-specific.
So I got a Labradorite one, cleansed it, and energised it with Reiki and established the directions of its swings and rotations.
I was never quite sure with pendulums, but I was sure I wasn’t moving the things, so even if it’s just picking up my mind, I thought, that’s cool in itself. (I want to buy one to take to Avebury).
First of all I just wanted to use it to send loving (supportive, not romantic) thoughts, and see if they were ‘connecting’. I feel it’s an almost ‘clumsy’ way to connect with some-one I feel so close to, but sometimes I want to ask simple but specific questions, and Vanimórë has been notorious for ‘riddling’ with me. So I did.
I get hugely emphatic responses, nothing weak or ambiguous, from absolute stillness, which completely fits with his personality. Although the other night, I simply asked, ‘Are you here?’ And was either going to get a response or not, and quite distinctly saw and heard in my mind, his rather mocking, teasing ‘Of course I am.‘ as if he were just standing beside me and laughing at my going through a pendulum to get an answer, like texting some-one who’s in the same room. As well as the pendulum going almost horizontal in response.
The night after that, I was just doing some Reiki and saw and felt (it’s a very difficult thing to explain because you half see it as a vision and half in reality) just walk into the bedroom and give me a clap on the shoulder, like ‘Hail fellow well-met’ and leave again.
So, I’m sure the Muse does not really need a pendulum, to be honest, but I do 🙂
Does any-one else use pendulums, and what do you think? Are they a useful tool? Thinking of ‘pared down’ and specific questions is what I find hardest, because I am the sort of person who would ask question after question in real life, so making them short and to the point, is hard for me!
Tindómion, illegitimate son of Maglor, lover of Gil-galad.
Commission by Omupied