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[burnbrighterthanever]

I bring a "Celegorm and Curufin had several good points" kind of vibe to the tale of Beren and Lúthien that JRRT's ghost really doesn't like

"I see there is more unsaid," Finrod answered wryly, "Tell me, cousin, what think you?"

"I am thinking about my brother's back. It is all scars, you know, and they run all the way down to the bone. I was by his side for months, after Fingon Fingolfin's son bore him back from Thangorodrim on an eagle's wings. I heard him cry out in fever, saw the marks of fire-whips and orc-knives, the bones set broken, the skin branded and flayed back," Curufin set his jaw, "O people of Nargothrond, what eagle will come for each of you, if you follow your king to the Iron Hells?"

"I welcomed you in, cousins, when Aglon was taken by flame," Finrod replied, "Tell you me only now, that you are craven against the Shadow?"

"Happily would I spend my life for victory against the Shadow, but that is not what you seek. You seek not to wound the Enemy, nor to free some measure of Beleriand from his grip, but a pretty jewel to sit in Elu Thingol's vaults. A pretty jewel that will buy a princess three score years with her Man. Is that what a life of torment unceasing, for yourself and all your people, is worth to you, cousin?" Curufin said coldly, "So be it. People of Aglon, we ride for Himring at first light tomorrow, for less cheaply are lives spent amidst the ice of the North than in Nargothrond's jeweled caverns."

[trickster-tabby]

So here's a fic about Marion inside the portal, this is much shorter than I expected it to be but yeah

Characters by @nachosforfree

Trigger warnings: description of a panic attack, I don't think there's anything else but if there is let me know!

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"You're as stupid as your sister was."

Marion felt their heart drop as Pamella let go of their hands and shoved them backwards. All they managed to say was "Pam?"

Marion covered their eyes as they were suddenly met with a blinding cerulean light. They felt themself floating, a weightless being among a blue void.

"P-Pamella..?" they choked out tearfully.

They slowly uncovered their eyes and blinked as they took in the color surrounding them. The void shifted from blue, to red, to white, and everything in between. In front of them, there was a blue circle streaked with purple and white. That must have been where the portal was.

Nervously fiddling with the sleeves of their labcoat, Marion felt themself spiraling into a panic attack.

Pamella.

Pamella did this to them. They didn't know how to get out, or if they even could get out. Tears blurred their vision.

Marion gripped their hair, hearing nothing but the ocean-like roar of the void... And screaming.

It only got worse when they realized it was their own screaming.

"Help... Help, anyone, help me!" they cried to no avail. They were the only one there.

All they could do was curl up and cry for a savior who wasn't coming.

Suddenly, a strong wind pushed them backwards. The changing colors changed faster. Marion's panic grew as their labcoat was stripped off of them, leaving their arms bare.

Looking behind them, Marion saw their coat pulled into another portal. They were being violently pulled towards it, and they had no way to stop.

"No! Someone help me! Help!"

They passed through the portal...

And everything went black.

[burnbrighterthanever]

supernatural 5x04: the end // angels before man, rafael nicolás // nobilis, jenna moran // dinner and diatribes, hozier // the caged owl, gregory orr // dear forgiveness, bloodnotink // nobilis, jenna moran // a cornstalk fiddle, notbecauseofvictories // cryptotheism // nobilis, jenna moran

[burnbrighterthanever]

I have an AC3 AU in the works where the Jackdaw crew, including Edward, are all alive, but Haytham is still a Templar and Ratonhnhaké:ton is still an Assassin. It's probably going to stay in draft form for a while, but enjoy a snippet anyways.

Anne stared, "Holy shit, you're actually real?"

Ratonhnhaké:ton blinked, "Why... would I not be real?"

"Well, some of us thought Haytham had made you up," Mary-James had the good grace to look somewhat apologetic, "In their defense, the idea that an actual woman had an child with Haytham did seem unlikely."

"Bloody weird," Anne agreed, "I mean, next thing you know, we'll find out that Cormac is an real Templar."

Haytham sighed in the manner of someone about to rehash an embittered family argument, "As I have been telling you all for years, Shay is a real Templar."

Edward put his head in his hands, "Oh, not this again."

[burnbrighterthanever]

I'm working on Chapters Three and Four of my Silmarillion Hannukah fic, so here's an excerpt from Chapter Four. (Link to first two chapters below).

Elrond sighed, "Let's try not to have another Kugel Incident."

"What happened at the Kugel Incident?" Gil-Galad asked.

"Oh, I thought you'd heard of that one," Elrond looked pained, "Uncle Tyelkormo was drunk and put kugel and sour cream on a latke."

"On the same latke?" Gil-Galad's voice rose an octave in shock.

"On the same latke," Elrond continued, "And Uncle Carnistir nearly got into a fistfight with him over it before Atya broke it up."

Gil-Galad shook his head, "That's worse than Aunt Irisse putting cheese and jalapeños on hers, though I think she only did that to annoy Uncle Turukáno."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28581522/chapters/70047321

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