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  1. Rec 83

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    “It’s another one of your stupid harem plots,” he said. He pointed his fan at the flower, still floating innocently in the middle of the pond. “Recognize that? It’s the Flower of Changing Perspective.”

    Shang Qinghua said, “Uh…”

    “Or,” said Cucumber-bro with poisonous calm, “it could be the Lotus Blossom of the Second Moon. The Lily of Destined Love. The Freesia of Everlasting Horniness.”

    ...Shang Qinghua was pretty certain that last one was made up.

    Cucumber-bro’s voice was tight in a way that Shang Qinghua had come to recognize though. He wasn’t even close to being done yelling. In the beginning Shang Qinghua had tried to defend himself; now, he just accepted that something about Cucumber-bro calling him pathetic and insulting his intelligence really worked for his dick.

    “The point I’m making,” Cucumber-bro was saying, “is that all these flowers have something in common.”

    Or: Shen Qingqiu loses his dick and has to fuck to get it back. Shang Qinghua volunteers as tribute.
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    20 Sep 2021

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    Loved the character study in the midst of the funny porn!!! And the feels!!! And the porny worldbuilding XD

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    Fengya Mountain emerged from the grey morning’s thick mists like a boar’s tusk, tall and sharp. An uneven path wound through a bamboo thicket, rich with sweet-singing birds and flowers on the verge of a spring bloom, the air lightened by the scent of passing rain. A great stone sign straddled the path, a deliberate scar against what would have otherwise been a visual feast.

    Below the sign, a tall man in dark, travel-stained robes sat on a black horse, reading the carved characters with a slight smile. He could be said to be handsome in a particular light, but for the unsettling cast to his eyes, which regarded the valley and its sign with a piercing and murderous fervour. Still as he was at present, the man was nothing more than an arrow in flight, cast from a longbow drawn at the capital by an unwilling archer.

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  3. Rec 12

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    “I don’t regret it,” says Aredhel quietly. “I have a son from all of this that I would never have had otherwise. I had a life that I would never have had otherwise. It was painful and it was short and it ended awfully and it was mine, mine in grief and mine in glory both.”

    [Aredhel returns to life, but finds that her son is nowhere to be found- not in the Halls, not in Lorien, not in Aman, and certainly not in Beleriand. Her search for him leads her to reconcile with family she hasn't seen since the Darkening, to fight with the Valar that she once abandoned, to rescue the kin she swore never to abide, and to defy the evil that once slaughtered her father, but Aredhel's never been one to back down from challenges, whether they be her raging mother or a rampaging Morgoth.]

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  4. Rec 12

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    “I would not have watched him burn,” says Feanáro, and he hates the weight of the words in his voice, as heavy as a thousand stones. “I would not watch my own son burn alive.”

    [Canon divergent AU, where Amrod burns but lives, Fingolfin’s host never crosses the Helcaraxe but still reaches Beleriand, and Feanor goes a little- just the tiniest bit, for spice- insane.]

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    06 Sep 2021

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    There's something about Feanaro. I love the bittersweetness of this fic, the way it despicts his mind and his pain and love, so deeply enterwined and too strong to bear at times.

  5. Rec 12

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    Celebrimbor unearths his bones.
    Nienna had plucked them out of blood-soaked soil, gently one by one, and had washed them with her tears, cradled them with her veils, coaxed their grief out of their shell. How was trust profaned, how ambition exploited, good will spat on, the wonder of love and creation twisted into the evil that the world endured?
    Questions as old as his bloodline. Answers unique to himself.
    The Lady of Sorrows had walked with him through his pains, prayer after teardrop after prayer.

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    Or, a study of catharsis: Celebrimbor returns to life, meets people, rebuilds Formenos, does elf chemistry, and talks with his mother; not entirely in that order.

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    Love this vision of Celembrimor return to life.