Old English Is A Language Option On Ao3 Now????

Old English is a language option on ao3 now????

The worst thing filmmaker’s ever did was decide that because it’s called “Dracula” it must be because it’s about the actual guy Dracula and his melancholic woes and alluring world of darkness and seduction and not the fact that every single character in the book hates him. Every single worker he comes across cusses him out and tells him he’s ugly and his vibes are rancid. Jonathan Harker wants to chop him up with a machete Quincy wants to shoot him so bad Renfield wants to crush his windpipe Van Helsing and Seward and Arthur and Mina and everyone else want him dead by impalement and decapitation. It’s called “Dracula” because every single character wants a piece of that bastard.

So a while back, @teawithtolkien tweeted that the duel between Finrod and Sauron reminded her of the song “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” by Charlie Daniels. As soon as I saw it, the alternate lyrics started coming together in my head, and I stayed up all night writing this… (sung/recited to the original tune ofc)

King Finrod went up to Angband

He was looking for a jewel to steal

He had made a vow and sadly now

Must keep up his end of the deal

But Morgoth’s aide descried them

Making haste in grim disguise

And so sent out all his wicked scouts

To bring them before his eyes

Then Sauron stripped them of their masks

And their disfigured shrouds

But Beren and the Elvenking

Before him stood unbowed

Then Finrod challenged Sauron

So he sang a skillful song

Of how a snitch died in a ditch

And it made an awful throng

And so began a contest

The battle in the tower

With a Lord and the King

of the serpentine ring

To see who held more power

Finrod sing with all your soul

And wield your elvish guile!

For Morgoth owns these northern lands

And his servant haunts your isle

If you win, Beren steals a jewel from Morgoth’s iron crown

But if you lose, you’ll end up in the ground

So Finrod sang of bonds released

Of broken snares and traps

Of changing and of shifting shape

And of the chain that snaps

He sang of pearls strewn in the sand

On a far-off, western shore

Where sea birds cry out overhead

Away in Valinor

Before Finrod had finished,

his opponent butted in-

“Lest you forget the violent bits

And the slaying of your kin”

Then the storm clouds gathered in the sky

And darkness began growing

The wind now wails in the burning sails

Where the hallowed blood runs flowing

Oh Felagund! Alas for vows

And valiant deeds repaid

Alas, you left fair Nargothrond

And now your line will fade

Across the sea to Elvenesse

Will be your journey home

The thunders rumbles, fires burn

and Finrod fell before the throne

The storm clouds gather in the sky

And darkness begins growing

The wind wails in burning sails

When hallowed blood starts flowing

imagine you are fifteen years old taking your little sister to the grocery store because your dad is busy and your grandmother is old and you need food. as you turn a corner you accidentally ram your shopping cart into God with a capital G and he promises to show you the world you’ve never seen from inside the ten square miles of your hometown in exchange for your company. you hate the risk but your demigod sister has untapped potential and an unrelenting determination to get ghost, so you follow God with a capital G through heaven and hell and back. God with a capital G is twelve and wiser than even your grandmother and treats everything like a game and he’s your brother now and suddenly you would (and have and will) kill and die for him. your first love becomes a different god and you add her name to the list of things (your childhood, your vulnerability, your parents, your safety) you don’t have the time to grieve right now (or ever) and you become a man on foreign soil and your dad isn’t there to see it. you are fifteen and God with a capital G’s best friend and your little sister– sisters, now– are the most powerful demigods on the planet and you are the only one keeping three divine tweens focused on saving the world and you are still not allowed to say fuck.

*shows up repeatedly to the same party in a variety of victorian bat costumes*