Cite the final line of five of your fics – your favorites, or the most recent ones. Tag five writers who should do this next.
urrgrhblurrrrgh okay here I go – and I am terrible and always give, like, a paragraph rather than a line for these sorts of things. Take it as proof that I am incapable of being succinct!
1. Dain Ironfoot of the Line of Durin, son of Nain, hero of Azanulbizar and Lord of the Iron Hills, picked up his mail with a reluctant sigh. Rifling through the sketches of new mining proposals and trade tariffs, he came across a neat white envelope with Bilbo’s writing upon the front.
2. It is Hulk’s place, Hulk and Bruce’s. They can fill it with their rage and their joy and their freedom, and nothing will ever stop them. Nothing can ever stop them. They are together.
They are not alone.
Hulk leaps again, and Bruce says, there! Let’s see how fast we can run!
Bruce is good at running. Bruce always runs. But Bruce has stopped now.
It could be an experiment?
Hulk is good at experiments. Hulk runs.
Tony flies beside him, and it is good.
They are together, and they are broken, but they are free.
5. “Oh, passably, passably,” Bilbo said, smiling, and he tugged at one of the plaits in Thorin’s neatly braided, silky beard, long enough to tuck into his belt and then some. “Well, you look more the part these days.”
“You never did, however,” Thorin teased him back, and flipped some pages idly. There were illustrations, some so accurate it was uncomfortable, and others very fanciful. If only Smaug had been so harmless and docile-looking as that!
Something caught his eye. “Ah. And do you stand by that?”
“What’s that?” Bilbo had been absently threading his fingers through Thorin’s beard, humming to himself as Thorin perused the book. “Oh! Oh, well. Indeed. Yes, not a bad ending, as endings go. And it’s true enough, even if it was rather delayed in the execution.”
“And they lived happily ever after, to the end of their days,” Thorin read aloud.
THE END.
(Sansukh – draft ending number one billionty and eleven, AND STILL SUBJECT TO CHANGE)
I finally got the new scanner/printer/copier. So I decided to scan this piece as I am really happy with the background. I also really like how it turned out overall as Laindawar is so much shorter than Muil.
13. Sansûkh by Determamfidd. Tbh I’ll probably be reccing that glorious fic long after its done. I’ll have kids years from now who will say, “Mommy, read us a bedtime story” and I’ll whip out Sansûkh and be like, “Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain, came awake with a sudden start and a strangled shout of alarm. It was utterly dark, and his shout echoed in the stifling blackness. He tried to blink his eyes, and found it made little difference.” and they’ll be like, “Not again!!” but that won’t stop me.
I like Sansûkh so much 1) because it is an amazing fic of epic proportions, well researched, well executed, the whole shebang, and 2) because the author is so damn nice. My god, Dets is a sweetheart. She’s the kind of person you gravitate towards just because she’s friendly and encouraging. She’s Person Goals, man. I think the ultra popularity of her fic stems not only from her talent, but from her personality as well. She’s approachable. You want to make her proud. Blah blah blah I’m going overboard now.
So I’m an unapologetic Sansûkh enthusiast for the rest of my days. Determamfidd enthusiast tbh because I trust any fandom in her hands. There’s my fave.
14. Somehow I ended up a diehard Rexobi shipper and I like to inject it into just about everything I write. I’m also pretty in love with Jessix, and Oooh Ahsoka and Barriss. What else… I’m still getting comfortable shipping OCs with canon characters, but in my secret lil draft cave I love doing that.
20. It isn’t posted yet, but Hämärä has some damn fantastic moments that I’m proud of. (Now I just need to work up the urge to post it without worrying my hands off that it isn’t as good as the glimmering gem of a fic I have in my head. Probably when Pulsion is finally done.)
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The knowledge that it had all been a lie makes Rex tired rather than angry: the waste of so many lives, so many people, brothers and Umbarans alike, is too huge to really fit into his head.
Rex pulls his helmet off and sets it next to his outstretched leg. Warm, recycled air dances along his skin as he leans back against the cold bulkhead and allows the hum of the engines to vibrate through the back of his skull. Before he realizes it, his eyes are closed, and exhaustion tugs at him to sleep.
But he can’t.
It isn’t long before his eyes are open again, staring at nothing across the crew bay. That’s when Kenobi moves up beside him, so quietly that Rex doesn’t even register his presence until the hem of the Jedi’s tunic brushes against his ear.
Rex hides his twitch of surprise. It’s a wonder how someone with so much strength can be so damned quiet sometimes.
“Sir,” he greets softly.
Silent, Kenobi remains standing near him, not quite touching, but closer than Rex had ever seen him get to someone that didn’t need rescuing on the battlefield. It’s some time before Kenobi speaks, his crisp, accented voice weighed down with weariness.
“Not even Geonosis was that bad of a muck up.”
ATTEMPTING NOT TO CRY
ATTEMPT HAS FAILED
*clings* god, you are beautiful, I honestly. honestly. I can’t possibly be more grateful than this. I may have to expel some vital organ to make room for this massive bubbling tidal wave of utter gratitude. what did I ever do to deserve a beautiful friend like you omg
and that SNEAK PEEK, dearest effing lord, I am sinking into that POV and I’m not even familiar with the character!! AHHH IT IS SO PERFECTLY FORMAL AND BRISKLY MILITARY WITH ITS PRECISION AND ATTENTION TO FINE DETAIL AND ACCURATE DESCRIPTION?? and yet SO PERSONAL AND RICH AND INDIVIDUAL??? hot dang I am into this so haaaarrrd
(I have been missing the place I grew up myself, recently – and I haven’t even moved countries! It is hard. *hugs* You’re pretty amazing to do that, Nonnie.)
My Dísith costume is here, and fits a~MAZE~ing! So much thanks to @houkakyou for the impeccable work done on the clothes and to @determamfidd for the amazing writing that brings characters to life and makes me want to do something in her honor.
Note to self: hair needs to be poofier, lace the bodice tighter, and find beard and boots and jewelry.
Simple and a little messy, as most of my art is, but I’ve wanted to create this for a long time: based on a quote from Sansukh, “Sometimes it [love] is not a wound, but a promise”. Been thinking about that a lot. The flowers are a forget me not (fairly obvious) and lavender (which is personal). Now up in my room as a reminder.
It’s beautiful. Your writing is so elegant, and the flowers are so full of love and care. *hugs*
Aw Yiss 