#char: aramis

[theinseparables-if]

can we please have some fluff facts for everyone plssss 🥺 (im rlly excited on ur IF ) and also have a nice day too!

Thank you so much! I hope you also have a nice day <3

Fluff facts -

A:

-> Huge dog parent! Could be in the worse state of their life and they’d drag themselves home just for Luce (a Great Pyrenees) and Marianne (a Beauceron).

-> Would really enjoy taking d’Artagnan on walks through the markets or through the palace gardens (which they have permission from Louis and Anne to do) with their arms linked as they talk and make each other laugh.

C:

-> C and Anne became very fast friends and often make up ridiculous stories for the nobles that attend the balls.

-> Has a really sweet laugh in public, but often snorts and straight up cackles when laughing with d’Artagnan.

Nasira:

-> Would love to get a matching tattoo with d’Artagnan.

-> Spends a lot of time making friends with stray cats and dogs.

J:

-> Would buy you a present, then get embarrassed that they’d done so just as they’re giving it to you, so they make up that it’s from someone else but they agreed to give it to you. Does this every time and fools no one.

-> Cries at tragic romance novels.

+

Aramis:

-> Extremely loyal to his friends, and would do anything to protect those he loves.

-> Has a lovely singing voice and would sing to d’Artagnan should you wish him too (and sometimes when you don’t).

Porthos:

-> Will give d’Artagnan piggy back rides without hesitation, even if you’re as tall as him.

-> Supportive king!! Will always be there if d’Artagnan needs to talk about anything.

Milady:

-> Honestly, Laurence is the exact opposite of fluffy 😭 she’d hug you just to stab you in the back.

-> She’s ‘let women be evil!!!’ and feminine rage personified.

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Anchor

This must be Hell, Athos thinks as flames engulf him and claws rip at his flesh.

He cannot remember dying - not the moment it happened, not the slipping away, the plunge, the flutter of black wings. But he remembers what brought him to the edge, remembers the bite of a musket ball, the frantic, bloody digging it out of his chest, the struggle for air and the fever that followed.

At some point, his brothers, always present at his side with soothing voices and gentle hands, had begun to flicker and fade into a grey haze - the smoke pouring out of Hell’s mouth? It must have taken him, then, against their desperate efforts, against his tired will. Against it?

He’s not entirely sure.

Something in him had welcomed the tug of the darkness. As much light as Aramis, Porthos and d’Artagnan have brought into his life, Anne’s shadow never stopped haunting him. And the guilt never stopped scratching at his soul, like demons gnawing at the pillars that kept him upright - the Musketeers; the missions; his brothers. Swords drawn, arms over shoulders, side by side, they’d helped him keep the pain at bay. 

Wine had helped, too. The devil’s red temptation. Red like the blood that had poured out of him when the musket ball had shredded through tissue and bone.

He is burning now. Black, red, orange, yellow. An inferno blazes around him, carries him along in howling triumph. 

A shape forms out of curling smoke. Slender, feminine, feral. Feline green eyes impale him with their hateful stare, wild love hidden underneath. She’s a beast, a wonderful, terrifying spawn of Hell. She’s a fallen angel, doling out sweet, deadly torture.

Athos’ chest screams in pain as she punches right through his ribcage and grips his heart and squeezes.

“Athos! Breathe!”

Her voice… it’s not her voice. Instead, it’s a deep, resonant baritone. It’s a command and, soldier that he is, Athos complies. In spite of painpainpain, he draws in a breath that seems to scorch his lungs.

“Yes! Come on, breathe!”

A second voice, a melodious tenor. A second breath, less fiery, less painful. He feels his lungs fill with precious air. The colors around him dim and become less menacing. Anne? Her eyes darken, green bleeding into deep, warm brown. Her hand - someone’s hand - is no longer in his chest, but on it, gentle, careful, coaxing.

The smoke clears a little. 

A face - tired, bearded, scarred, hovers above him. That’s— 

“Ar-... Aram-...?”

Athos can’t bring out the name; everything hurts too much - his throat, his chest, his whole body charred by the fever. But he knows the man bent over him, knows the other two faces hovering at the blurry edge of his vision. 

“Yes, it’s me,” Aramis says, in that calm voice that lays itself over fear like a blanket. “Keep breathing, Athos. Don’t talk. Save your strength. Just stay alive. That’s all you have to do for now.”

The fever still roaring, Athos sees the walls around him warp and bulge. Heat rolls through his body in waves. The wound is a hot poker in his chest.

But this isn’t Hell. This is the garrison. 

Anne is gone. 

His brothers are here. 

Porthos. Aramis. D’Artagnan.

So Athos listens and keeps breathing.

[groundcontrol21]

Hello! If you haven't yet gotten five requests, may I please request December 18th with maybe... d'Art? Ara/mis as backup char, of course. =) Thank you in advance!

Happy December 18th! Of course I had to incorporate them both in there, bc I can't leave my favorite marksman alone, now can I? Hope you enjoy! This skews a bit book-verse-y in terms of speech and whatnot. CW: contagion (not intentional)

“Heh’TSCHOOO!” 

With a series of grumbles and groans, D’Artagnan rubbed at his dripping nose with his handkerchief. He had long since stopped bothering to tuck it back in his doublet, preferring instead to keep the cloth balled up in his fist for ease of access. And such ease was certainly needed, he noted with a bitter cough, for it seemed his horse could scarcely take two steps forward without some symptom of this wretched ailment making itself known. He shivered, bundling as deeply as he could into the fur tucked around his shoulders.

Ahead of him, Athos slowed his mount and gazed back. “Is Aramis’s cloak not helping?”

The fur grazed his cheek and his sensitive nose as D’Artagnan ducked deeper into the cloak in an attempt to keep himself warm. “It is–heh’KSHOOO!-- helping as much as anything can help a man with a headcold so bad. Ihh’KSHHH!” He sniffled lamentably. The fur-lined cloak chased away the worst of his shivers, but that was a pitiable solace to D’Artagnan whose very face felt stuffed full of mud. “I’m beginning to think I’ll never be well again.”

“Peace, D’Artagnan, you have been ill for two days,” Athos said. Even so, his brow still furrowed when D’Artagnan descended into a raspy fit of coughs (the Gascon had intended for those coughs to be a rebuke of Athos’s wanton disregard for his ill state, but his sore throat took precedence). “Still, we will stop at the next village we come upon for rest and shelter.”

They rode in silence for a while save for D’Artagnan, who held fast to Aramis’s cloak with each sneeze lest it come undone. In time, Porthos rode up alongside him and leaned close, his tone conspiratorial. “You’re a lucky lad, you know. It’s not just anyone whom Aramis will lend a present from an admirer.”

In spite of himself and his misery, D’Artagnan could not help but raise an eyebrow. “An admirer?”

“Of the feminine sort,” Porthos said with a knowing grin before his countenance soured. “He wouldn’t even lend the cloak to me when I was drenched in a downpour! Said I’d ruin it.”

“I’m not deaf, mon ami,” Aramis called. The man was shivering desperately in his saddle; giving D’Artagnan the cloak had left him with naught more than his thin blue cape as defense against the misty wind. “I didn’t lend you my cloak because you had just come inside to sit in front of the fire to dry yourself. Don’t be dramatic.”

“Psh! Details!” Porthos scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. “Maybe I should get sick just for a chance to wear it. It does look so comfortable and warm.”

“Hhh’RSHHH!” D’Artagnan mopped at his nose with his handkerchief sullenly. “Come any closer and you just might.”

******

They reached a town with an inn, which gratefully had a room with a hearth that was big enough for the four of them to share. Wasting no time, the three friends tucked D’Artagnan into bed, spreading Aramis’s cloak atop the blankets for a final layer of warmth. The comfort of lying down was so blissful after a miserable day of riding that D’Artagnan fell asleep immediately. Athos and Porthos departed in search of an apothecary where they might buy some more herbs to soothe the young man’s symptoms, leaving behind Aramis not only to keep watch and stoke the fire, but also to warm up himself, for he was shivering almost as badly as the ill Gascon. 

Some time later, D’Artagnan awoke to see his friend alone, hunched upon himself as he sat in front of the hearth and prodded at the flames with a poker. D’Artagnan blinked heavily, clearing his occluded throat, and called out to him, “Aramis?”

But though Aramis turned his face to him, it was plainly clear to D’Artagnan that the man could not truly focus on him, nor could he answer, because in that moment his features were overcome with the misty reverie of an oncoming sneeze. He dropped the poker hastily back into its holder, his hands scrambling to his face. “Hhh’KSHHH’uhh! Heh’ISHHH’uhh! Hehhhh’ISHHH!”

“Pardieu, are you alright?” D’Artagnan asked, though the sheer volume and ferocity of his friend’s sneezes brooked only one answer to the question–at least, only one answer which was honest.

A blush rose, creeping up from out beneath Aramis’s collar and into his cheeks. “I think I might–heh…Ehhh’KSHHH!--be coming down with what you have.”

D’Artagnan frowned.

“Fret not,” Aramis said. “It’s to be expected. We have been spending every moment in each other’s presence these past days, riding, eating, sleeping.”

D’Artagnan was sure riding in the cold and damp without a cloak surely did not help matters either. A spark of guilt fluttered in D’Artagnan’s chest as he considered himself, tucked up cosily in bed with the cloak still draped over him. Not so much guilt he would consider parting with the fur-lined warmth, but… An idea came to D’Artagnan’s foggy mind and he sat up, bundling the cloak in his arms and shuffling over to take a seat on the floor beside Aramis. 

“D’Artagnan?” Aramis asked blearily as D’Artagnan set to draping the cloak across both their shoulders. Aramis gave a full-body shiver at the sudden influx of warmth and, seemingly unconsciously, tucked himself closer to D’Artagnan. He sighed gratefully, and D’Artagnan couldn’t help a small smile. 

“It’s your cloak after all.”

“You should…Eh’KESHHH’uhh!” Aramis produced a handkerchief from his doublet and snuffled into it. His nose was already pink, and D’Artagnan wondered just how often he’d blown it while D’Artagnan had been dozing. “You should be in bed.”

D’Artagnan rolled his eyes at the hoarse-voiced attempt at mother henning. “By that logic, then, so should you.”

“Ahh,” Aramis sighed, a touch pleading, “but it is so much warmer close to the fire.”

D’Artagnan laughed. “My thoughts exactly.”

And so they arranged themselves so that each was as comfortable and as warm as possible, ending with Aramis slumped against D’Artagnan, head pillowed against his shoulder, and D’Artagnan leaning his own forehead against Aramis’s. And such was how Porthos and Athos found the two men upon their return, huddled into their fur-cocoon, their congested snores a soft harmony against the crackling of the fire in the hearth.

[sarahs-malewives]

uhhh i debated on adding some new malewives. but i am hehe

⛓️- Valen afk journey (will prob just be him/my merlin)

🦄- I’m kinda lumping all the unicorn overlord guys in this one (will prob just be branches of alain/aubin/rolf/aramis/ithilion, but they’re all my malewives. might do a post w alain hcs)

🍪- all cookie run chars lumped together (prob mostly crunchyvelvet (not malewives) and string gummy (malewife))

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[botanicallyinclinednerd]

Moments missing from the Prime version of the Musketeers season 1 episode 9:

D'Artaganan looking through a telescope, them camping and resting for a while since there had been no sign of the assassins for an hour

.... why the actual fuck did they remove these scenes. Aramis is in a river in nothing but his small clothes catching fish with his bare hands. Queen Anne approaches and asks if she can help with anything (not the fish catching, in general) and she is insistent that she wants to help rather than just rest. After its clear from her reaction that she doesn't know how to gut fish, Aramis says that Porthos is building a fire and would surely appreciate any sticks she could gather for firewood. She also says "I'm sure I could cook a little" and hard cut to her BURNING a fish to a crisp. I'm talking charred to black and its still over the fire. Aramis is a charming liar and tells her its delicious, Porthos and d'Artagnan also manage to be convincing, Athos not so much as he looks ready to puke. Anne reveals its the first time she's ever cooked and Athos, very obviously lying "thats... hard to believe" she swings the black fish on a stick over to Athos asking if he wants it and he thanks her but claims to be full. While she's facing Athos, d'Artagnan dumps most of his fish behind him and continues to eat the least burned bit of it. Both Porthos and d'Artagnan politely refuse the fish. Athos hears hoof beats and they move again. Porthos complains that he's tired of running and Athos counters that they must protect the queen and can't do that while fighting. When they can run no longer is when they will take their stand.

The assassins come across their abandoned fire (still burning) and continue on

Extended few seconds of the scene where Armais is preparing for a fire fight, he tips over a bench to balance his shots from and smashes out a couple of window panes to shoot out off

Gallagher takes out his dagger sword and tosses it to test if the musketeers are out of amo. They don't shoot

While there are less cuts scattered through the episode (the first 3 points are all one after another) the scenes cut amass to over 2 minutes 40 seconds. A lot can happen in that time and a lot DID happen in that time so its awful that so much was cut

[spectral-musette]

A scene set before the end of Clone Wars episode 2.13, Voyage of Temptation, before the Coronet’s arrival at Coruscant. An introspective Satine accepts Obi-Wan’s offer of comfort. ~2000 words

           The delegates were safe, but weathering the Separatist attack had not been without cost.

           Satine knew her own guards and the crew of the Coronet by name already, but not the fallen Republic troops.

           “Captain Rex will give you a full account of our losses,” General Skywalker told her as he leaned his gloved hand against the console on the bridge of the Coronet. He’d stepped in as pilot with her bridge crew dead, for which she was grateful, but she could still smell blaster fire, charred flesh and oxidized metal as she stood next to him. It made her feel ill and anxious. “I believe he’s in the infirmary, but I’ll see that he reports to you before we arrive at Coruscant.”

           “Thank you, General Skywalker.”

           “If I may ask… why?”

           “I wish to include them in memorial devotions.”

           Skywalker looked unexpectedly touched, his angelic young face settling into a melancholy grimace. “That’s kind, your Grace.” He studied her for a moment. “No offense, my lady, but you don’t look very well.”

           “Fatigue, no doubt. Thank you for your concern.”

           “I hope you can rest soon, then.”

           She took her leave of the bridge, picking through the debris in the corridor. It seemed she had no choice but to retire and be left alone with her thoughts.

           However, it was a little bit of a relief to be away from Skywalker.

           This wasn’t without a shade of guilt; he had saved all their lives. She’d agonized a little through whether it might’ve been possible to subdue Merrik without taking his life, pointless as it was. Satine had seen so much death that she always took particular pains not to let herself grow cold to it; even the death of an enemy was not something she wished to take lightly. Ultimately, she’d let go of control of the situation when she hesitated to pull the trigger. She wasn’t and never had been a skilled enough marksman to have knocked the detonator from Merrik’s hand, even at close range. It had been years since she’d touched a blaster, let alone fired one.

           Or so she’d rationalized.

           Obi-Wan surely wouldn’t have let Merrik activate the detonator, whatever the cost, but Skywalker had taken the situation in hand with pragmatic efficiency that would have done a Mandalorian warrior proud.

           Her father had been like that: capable of such tender softness towards his own, but utterly ruthless with his enemies. Perhaps the memory of those spectres of clan Kryze, golden-haired warriors, too, who would’ve approved Skywalker’s actions so heartily, was troubling her.

           Or perhaps Skywalker’s company was all too immediate a reminder of what she’d almost done.

           At any rate, Skywalker wasn’t wrong that she looked unwell, as she confirmed when catching her reflection in the panes of the viewports as she moved through the corridors.

           In her private chambers, she went through the familiar motions of starting to undress mechanically, hanging up the layers of her gown so as not to rumple it if she managed to lie down and close her eyes. She couldn’t seem to keep the faces of the dead –recently so and otherwise – from her mind. Looking into the mirror of her dressing table, Satine tried willing herself not to weep, without much success.

           The door chime startled her, and she hurriedly wiped her face. She’d shed layers down to the midnight blue underdress of her court gown, and the thin silk was spotted with tearstains. She briefly considered ignoring the summons, but instead moved through the sitting room and into the audience chamber to greet whoever wanted her attention. Clearly, it was better to keep busy.

           Her bodyguard Aramis stood by the door. “General Kenobi, your Grace.”

           She forgot to breathe for a moment.

           “Let him in,” she managed finally. “And then you may withdraw.”

           “Your Grace?” She couldn’t entirely see his expression through the helmet, but Aramis, loyal Protector, was clearly not keen to leave his Duchess unguarded so soon after a violent incident.

           “Please,” she said gently.

           He merely nodded slightly and did as she asked.

           General Kenobi.

           Obi-Wan.

           Ben.

           She’d called him that sometimes, all those years ago, when they were alone together. He’d never asked about it, perhaps taking it as a kind of contraction of his given name.

           Or perhaps he’d gleaned enough Mando’a to guess - be’Ni, who belongs to me, to whom I belong.

           Rather than mount the stairs to the dais, she stood beside it. If he could come to her door, she would meet him that far at least rather than isolate herself with the formalities of the court.

           He’d traded his armor for plain Jedi tunics. They were a shade browner than the ones he’d worn as an apprentice all those years ago, closer to what Qui-Gon had worn. The beard too reminded her of Qui-Gon, and she wondered if he wore it in memory of his beloved Master. His hair, on the other hand, was far from Qui-Gon’s shaggy mane – short, neat and sleek, and just as beautiful as she had speculated it would be when he wore it close-cropped, if perhaps lighter than she expected. Her fingers itched to twine into the honey-colored waves, and she clasped the wayward things in front of her for the present.

           They stood for a few heartbeats in silence, perhaps both unsure of who they were going to be to one another: the Duchess and the General trading barbs, or Ben and Satine, who had so recently reaffirmed their old feelings.

           “I didn’t think you ought to be alone,” he ventured.

           She drew a breath, instinctively defensive. How dare he presume to know what she needed better than she knew herself?

           But…

           She couldn’t even pretend that she wanted to be alone right now.

           She breathed out, letting the hauteur pass, and feeling only deeply, profoundly tired and sad.

           “Obi-Wan…”

           He closed the distance between them in a few swift steps. She raised a hand to touch his arm, but was startled to find her fingers trembling. He enclosed her hand in both of his, warm and strong. Oh, how she had always loved his hands.

           He bowed his head and lifted her hand to place a kiss on her fingers. The light brush of his beard was surprisingly soft. She couldn’t help imagining how it might feel against her face, or…

           “You needn’t pretend not to be hurt.” His tone was gently rebuking as he raised a hand to brush the backs of his fingers lightly across her cheek.

           “It’s been some time since I had to watch men die because of me.”

           He frowned, the crease in his brow deepening. “Your men died, my men died, because Tal Merrik betrayed your trust and colluded with Count Dooku. You are not responsible.”

           “I know that,” she countered. “But that isn’t how it feels when men fall in your defense.”

           He tugged her against him, and she nestled close, feeling his breath on her hair.

           “I would’ve killed him,” she said softly, her hands trembling again even as they rested over his chest. “To save the ship. I would have.”

           “I would’ve done it first,” he promised, “believe me.”

           “That doesn’t change the fact that in my heart I was ready to take a man’s life.”

           “It was an impossible situation, Satine.”

           “Must you lecture me?”

           He snorted. “Am I lecturing?”

           “You always did lecture.”

           “I don’t mean to. Not always.”

           “So, you do mean to sometimes?”

           “Probably,” he conceded, half a smile softening his expression.

           “I still feel sick about it.” She pressed closer against him, as though perhaps the warmth of him could burn the memory to embers.

           He cupped her chin in his hand, and she met his gaze, his stormy grey-blue eyes tender.

           “At the risk of lecturing, let me say this: even if you had pulled the trigger, it wouldn’t have tarnished your convictions. Under threat, we must do as we must, even take actions we abhor, to preserve the lives of the innocent.”

           “You know that all too well, don’t you?” She leaned into his touch.

           He bowed his head a little, pressing his forehead against hers. “It still hurts, every time.”

           She pressed her cheek to his, light fingertips stroking his bearded jaw. It felt like a stone lifted from her chest to hear him confirm that the soft heart of her beloved, gentle boy still beat under the General’s armor.

           “Anyway, would-have-dones don’t count,” he comforted, his voice a little lighter.

           “Nor in the other matter.”

           Had you said the word…

           At the time, she hadn’t been sure that he would’ve said yes if she’d asked him to stay with her. She couldn’t help but wonder if she would have been more tempted to ask him to give up everything had she known for certain that he was hers for the asking.

           “Indeed not,” he agreed, pulling away slightly, his voice regretful.

           She tilted her head back to look into his eyes. “I don’t want you to think that I only said I loved you because I thought I was going to die.”

           “Didn’t you?”

           “Well, yes, that is why I said it, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true.”

           “We’ve both changed, Satine. Do we even know who the other has become well enough to speak of love?”

           “Is that how you feel?” she asked, a little stung.

           “It’s rational, reasonable to ask.”

           “But here,” she rested a hand where the tunic crossed over his heart, “is that the truth?” The familiar ache of longing for the boy she’d adored with her whole being mingled with a rush of affection and desire for this Obi-Wan, tempered by loss and sorrow and pain, somehow both sterner and gentler than he had been even then.

           He placed a hand over hers and let out an uneven breath. “In my heart, you’re a star - no matter the time we’ve been apart, I cannot help but be dragged into your orbit again, like a passing comet.” He took a step closer, perhaps to demonstrate, perhaps drawn by that inexorable pull.

           “That metaphor grossly underestimates your own gravitational attraction,” she countered, reaching up to twine her arms around his neck.

           He stepped back to catch his balance and promptly lost it, his boot encountering the step of the dais instead. They fell in a heap on the pillows, him flat on his back, letting out a breath of laughter as she landed on his stomach, planting her hands on either side of his head.

           He pushed himself up on one elbow, and for the merest heartbeat she caught his expression of unguarded want.

           She met it with her own, just as her mouth met his, breathless and eager.

           The lilies fell around them as he touched her hair, mussing the careful arrangement of stems and locks.

           She broke the kiss briefly, starting to shift off of him. He moved a hand to her waist, keeping her tight against him as he buried his face in her hair. She took a moment to catch her breath, stroking his smooth hair as he nuzzled kisses down her throat, his fingers tracing along her spine through the delicate silk of her underdress.

           “Ben,” she murmured, with her lips against his temple.

           “Hm?”

           She smiled, the possessive reaffirmed. He who belongs to me, to whom I belong…

           On Coruscant, they’d have to become the General and the Duchess again, they would undoubtedly disagree and even quarrel. None of that would alter what she knew now with certainty: that the love they had shared years ago had changed, but remained, and would remain, despite war and sorrow and darkness.

           And for now…

           He placed a rather ardent kiss at the base of her throat, tightening his grasp on her waist slightly. She found herself trembling again, for entirely different reasons. She put a hand at his jaw, lifting his face towards her and gloating for a moment at the soft, affectionate expression on his handsome face. She bent to leave a light, lingering kiss on his waiting lips before stretching to grasp a handful of the dais curtain, tugging it closed.

[authorhenrijenkins]

190707

To the west, a thick stand of tall, thin pines stretched and swayed like teenagers slow dancing. Looming against an enormous sky, the moon, near full, hung low to the east above the fat lake, its image rippling in distorted reflection. The odd tent residing in campsite 18C resembled something of a time traveller's collection. The structure of it looking ripped from the covered back of a transcontinental wagon, circa 1880, it was large enough to hold a brood and their accompaniments. At the end opposite its wide stretching zippered mouth, a window air conditioner rested atop an aquarium stand in a McGyver-esque compilation best intended upon keeping a short round little woman placated at best, the entirety miserable at worst. I set off, in singularity and with a singular thought - a little woman all my own.

A pocketed fruit tee carried an airbrushed porthole Chevy Luv van with a breaking surf scene and my roughly half-pack of Kools and the black and chrome Jack Daniels Zippo my brother had bestowed upon me the previous summer, passing the torch. Bell bottoms right in all the tight spaces swooshed a denim toll opposite my thin-legged stride. Black canvas, redline sneakers conversely spanked asphalt paths dark as the skies carried me in an easy strut across the earth while heavenly visions flashed before my eyes. My right hand combed the thick mane of late summer sun-bleached blonde hair slipping beneath my shoulders. A monel nut hewned, honed, and polished into a ring glinted in the streetlight, the rare benefit of a machinist father. I shook my concerns free.

Dissected pine roasted and crackled as shadows flitted and jumped from the dark in a perpetual game of hide and seek.The stink of it, mixed with pungent blackened marshmallow, charred the sultry refrain of Aramis. Genteel conversations rose and fell among the symphony of nightlife searching an attentive lover or crying for a respite from the dixie heat. Cicadas, frogs and crickets alike clamored and fought to be heard. As I passed the bathhouse nearest the empty camp store, a hefty and famished family of raccoons feasted on a late night buffet from beneath a metal garbage can cloche. Beyond the barren field of a parking lot lying ahead waited my Juliet, my Guinevere, my southern Belle du jour.

Oh God, I hoped.

© 2019 Henri Jenkins

[bricnuscricpai1983-blog]

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[theinseparables-if]

aramis is a ho 💀

It’s the City of Love in the 17th century, he’s entitled to be <3

Seriously though, it’s less that and more that that’s just how Aramis loves. Everyone involved is always fully aware of the situation, and Aramis, Porthos, and Anne’s relationship is an open one.

[jonazkahnwald]

oie meu amor, tudo bem contigo? espero que você esteja tendo um bom dia!! pode, por favor, ajudar em nomes para um char com ian somerhalder fc? brigada ♥

Oi mozão! Eu to morrendo de fome, meus pais viajaram e a casa é só minha até dia 16, tive que vencer a preguiça e colocar a comida no fogão, se não ia morrer de fome UHEUHEUH. E você? Muito obrigada, meu anjo

Killian, William, Edward, Vincent, Zachary, Aaron, Aidan/Aiden, Kieran, Christopher, Benjamin, Charles, Alexander, Isaac, Nathaniel/Nathan, Sean, Garrett, Sebastian, Noel, Liam, Spencer, Owen, Thomas, Evan, Edward, Gregory, Mason, Nicholas, Leonard, Phillip, Maximillian, Arthur, Angus, Benedict, Hugo, Harry, Jasper, Dorian, Robin, Simon, Hector, Valentin, Porthos, Aramis, Athos, Antoine, Gaston, Achille, Xavier e Cédric.

[mizushiba]

i’m trying to make a list of canon mlm couples in games anyone want to help?

so far i have:

all living:

-Night in the Woods- Gregg and Angus

-Dragon Age Inquisition- Dorian and Iron Bull (if not romanced by pc)

-Read Only Memories features- Majid and Gus

-Assassin’s Creed Rogue - Arend Schut Cunningham and Harlan Cunningham

-Undertale-  Royal Guards

half dead: (alive char and dead char)

-Mass Effect3- Cortez and his husband

-Mass Effect Andromeda- Avitus and Macen

-Masquerada: Songs and Shadows- Kalden Azrus and Jaxus

-Dragon Age 2- Anders and Karl

-Fragments of Him - Will and Harry 

-Borderlands 2- Sir Hammerlock and Taggart

-The Last of Us- Bill and Frank 

-Dishonored 2-  Aramis Stilton and  Theodanis Abele (depending on pc choices both of the could be dead)

all dead:

-The Walking Dead: Season Two- Matthew and Walter

-Metal Gear Solid 2- Vamp and Scott Dolph

-Metal Gear Solid 3- Volgin and Raikov

-Transistor- Grant and Asher Kendrall

-Borderlands-  Mr. Shank and Chaz

please add to it if you can remember anything!

[eaotheelf]

La Fin du Voyage d’Aramis Silmontaix

A candle had long since burned itself down to the final bits of flame, struggling for sustained life in the now faint moonlight. A quill was balanced on her long delicate fingers as her eye scanned the simplistic short note in front of her several times over to assure all was in order.  The heaviness on her heart that she had been trying so hard for the past few sennights to push from her mind weighed more in the early hours where there was little else to distract.  Assuring the words were in order, her gaze flickered to half charred mask sitting on the desk.  If he were here, how he would have made her forget about such formalities entirely… The utter reality of how unfair it all felt that he was not here to hold her hand as she took the final steps was nearly suffocating.  Her mind came back around to the letter that was in front of her, and with a definite shake of her head she put her final signature on it.  First thing with the Sun, she would see to it the House criers had it in their hands it was circulated amongst the Houses and those she saw fit.

“It is with a heavy heart I send news of this matter.  Lord Aramis Silmontaix, Baron of House Silmontaix, returned to the arms of the Fury on the Nineteenth Sun of the Second Umbral Moon in service to the Republic of Ishgard.  In his honor, your presence is requested on 7th Sun at sunset to celebrate his life, to toast to the memories, and join in prayer for his final peace.  

Lady Elphanse Silmontaix”

((OOC:  Aramis Silmontaix, aka Aramis Dumas, aka Draco Noblis, aka @maskedknightofishgard has come to the end of his time in Final Fantasy XIV due to the actual world needing his attention for the foreseeable future.  In true shitlord fashion, we wrote off his character in style.  Consider this one last hurrah for a player who has been a staple in the community since 1.0.  For those who have used him as your antagonist, those who came to know as friends, those he came to know as anything at all…. We are going to send off this beautiful bastard in style.  Come dance on his grave, Sunday evening at 8-9 P.M CST at the Last Vigil.  Come with a story, come for the company, come help me close this chapter in the life of Eao and Aramis on a bittersweet note.))

[arcelian]

Tales of the Abyss Hogwarts Houses

Here's something I've been working on for... almost two years apparently??  Some friends and I started an Abyss Harry Potter AU a while back, and sortinghatchats was brought up, and I ended up trying to sort all the main characters using their system.  So here it finally is!

Obvious disclaimer: while I've had feedback from said friends while making this it's still ultimately subjective; I've written explanations for all the main chars (protags and villains) but if you disagree with any of these that's okay! (and you should tell me because I will be interested!!)  There's also some bonus major npcs at the end that I didn't write explanations for bc they're.... bonus....

Also disclaimer: this uses sortinghatchats' two-house sorting system, so if you've never heard of it before you might want to look at this post first so you don't get confused by my references to primaries and secondaries and other stuff!

Full thing under the cut bc Long.

Heroes

Luke: Hufflepuff/Gryffindor

Luke is definitely Hufflepuff primary, even before his character development; he was so isolated that he didn’t really have much understanding of or attachment to anyone outside of the manor, but even then he was quick to empathize with others.  Even pre-development he shows concern for others’ wellbeing, shown most explicitly with Ion and with his reluctance to kill.  Most of his role models as a child are very discriminatory, so he tends towards that at first, but by the endgame he’s trying to save everyone, up to and including his enemies who are actively trying to kill him.

For secondary, he’s the most ridiculously stubborn Gryffindor I’ve ever seen, to the point that the rest of the party yelling at him about how he’s making incredibly stupid, impulsive decisions is a fairly regular occurrence, even post-development.  He almost has to be physically dragged out of Sheridan during the disaster, he chases Spinoza halfway across the world to prove a point to Asch, etc.

Tear: Gryffindor/Gryffindor

Tear is the sort of person who prioritizes justice and morality above anything else.  She is kind and apologetic to Luke when they first meet, then treats him coldly when she starts seeing him as rude and selfish, then is the first person to support his efforts to become a better person.  She’s also willing to turn against anyone, even her own family or the Order of Lorelei itself, if she feels their actions are unjust, and will do whatever it takes to correct that injustice.  She is capable of performing Slytherin when necessary, but she feels most at home in Gryffindor.

Guy: Slytherin/Hufflepuff (models/adopts Hufflepuff primary & Slytherin secondary)

Guy’s a bit hard to get a handle on at first, but if you look close he’s actually Slytherin primary; he’s just very warm and friendly in his regular interactions.  However, there’s really only a few people he’s very attached to; before and during the beginning of the game, that includes his family, but that expands to include Luke, and the rest of the core party to a lesser extent.  He also adopts Luke’s Hufflepuff mindset as a moral code for the part of the world he’s not emotionally invested in, which is what causes the confusion.

He is Hufflepuff secondary though, perfectly happy to spend years on his revenge plan, or sit in Aramis Spring for hours, or devote himself to helping Luke grow.  He can model Slytherin as a secondary as well, but in the end his more favoured tactic is calm, stubborn persistence.

Natalia: Gryffindor/Gryffindor (models Hufflepuff primary)

Natalia has Hufflepuff leanings as well, but ultimately she’s actually Gryffindor.  She values her people, yes, but that’s because she believes that it’s her duty as a princess, so she models Hufflepuff.  However, in the end, she puts that duty above all else, as she does when she chooses to fight Largo for the sake of her people, for example.  She does slip towards burning for a short time during the heritage plot, but manages to pull herself back up.  By the time of the peace conference, she’s returned to doing what Gryff/Gryffs do best: seeing injustice and marching straight in to right it.

Jade: Slytherin/Ravenclaw (models Ravenclaw primary)

Jade is almost always the smartest person in the room, and he takes pleasure in knowing that (and lording it over everyone else).  He’s also incredibly logical and methodical, trying to study a situation from every angle before deciding on a course of action - he just happens to have enough experience to do this incredibly quickly.  Overall Jade is a good example of a hypercompetent Ravenclaw secondary - his ability to draw on an extensive knowledge base is what makes him such an effective threat.

Despite that, when push comes to shove he really wants to protect his people over all else, and when he’s sufficiently stressed he begins to fall back on this instinct, which is why he’s a Slytherin primary with a Ravenclaw model, and not a Ravenclaw ignoring his gut feelings to do what’s logical to him.  For example, his pre-Rem conversation: “I would ask you to die, yes. If I were an Emperor, with a country to consider.  But as your friend, I feel compelled to stop you.”  Jade’s desire to follow his Ravenclaw-model idea of what is correct is ultimately secondary to his Slytherin instinct to protect his own.

This is also shown during his backstory: Nebilim was part of his inner circle, and her death and Jade’s failure at properly replicating her causes him to begin to Petrify.  His Ravenclaw model was built primarily as a way of coping with this loss and preventing it from happening again.

Interestingly enough, by the end of the game Jade’s added Luke to his inner circle, to the point of adopting some of Luke’s Hufflepuff primary tendencies, shown with his plans to resume his fomicry studies for the sake of the remaining replicas.

Anise: Slytherin/Slytherin

Anise is incredibly Slytherin!  Her major motivation is protecting Ion and her parents, and she will do anything to further that goal, including lying, spying, and sucking up to every rich person she meets.  Most of Anise’s struggles during the game are a result of her guilt over being forced to act against her inner circle (her parents, Ion, and eventually the rest of the party).  This comes to a head during her traitor subplot, when she’s forced to choose between her parents and Ion, shows off her Slytherin secondary with her plan to save both, and is heartbroken when her attempts ultimately fail.

Asch: Burned Slytherin/Gryffindor

Asch started off as a Slytherin primary, with his family, Natalia, and Van among his inner circle, but was Burned after the kidnapping incident and stopped trusting anyone.  During the events of the game, the group, especially Natalia, started to pull him out of the burned state, but he wasn’t able to do so entirely before the endgame.

On the other hand, Asch is, like Luke, a Gryffindor secondary.  He’s stubborn and hardheaded, refusing to follow any path but his own, especially when Luke is involved.  He’s also surprisingly blunt and honest, choosing to explain things to Luke at the beginning of the second act despite his personal feelings towards him.  Unfortunately, the combination of this secondary and his burnt Primary lead him to ignore the party’s suggestions and offers to help, which ultimately lead to his downfall.

Villains

Van: Burned Gryffindor/Hufflepuff

Van is a good example of a villainous Gryffindor.  When he was young he was likely an idealist, believing in the Score, or at least his family’s duty as descendants of Yulia - but when Hod was destroyed, he lost his faith in those duties and Burned his primary.  He chose to destroy the Score that betrayed him, and by extension the world that allowed it to exist, and refuses to be swayed by any outside arguments because he is no longer capable of seeing any other solution.  And he chooses to sacrifice anything that could get in the way of his goal, even his sister or the lord he was sworn to protect.

To reach that goal, Van spends years working his way up to the position of Commandant in the Order, charming and manipulating everyone around him, and just generally being a very effective Hufflepuff secondary.  Van’s most dangerous attribute is his relentlessness, with his ability to gain people’s trust as a close second.  Using it, he manages to draw the God-Generals and Mohs to his side, and several others including Luke only oppose him once they’re far enough from him to break free from his influence.

Interestingly enough, Van’s sorting is an inversion of Luke’s, with his Gryff/Puff opposing Luke’s Puff/Gryff.

Legretta: Burned Slytherin/Ravenclaw

Legretta is another Burned Slytherin primary, with her brother’s death and her confrontation with Van as the catalyst for her primary burning.  By the time the game happens she’s stopped being able to trust her heart, because she’s no longer sure whether her feelings are actually hers or if they’re being caused by the Score.  In the meantime, she’s adopted a rather Ravenclaw-like mindset in order to cope with her loss of trust: her reason for destroying the Score is to find out whether or not it’s manipulating her feelings.  The Score is the greatest threat to both her and her loved ones, and until she can confirm that she’s safe from it she refuses to let herself care about anyone.

She is, however, a true Ravenclaw in her secondary, with her gambit to follow Van to restore her primary showing that off best.  She is careful and methodical, following the plan to the best of her abilities, thorough in everything she does.  This even shows in the flashback to her assassination attempt, as she apparently did enough research beforehand into the Closed Score and Van’s actions to know that her brother’s death was foretold there.

Dist: Slytherin/Gryffindor

As a Slytherin primary, Dist is an extreme example of the ‘selfish ambition’ Slytherin stereotype.  His ultimate goal is to win back Jade’s approval, to make Jade happy; it’s the driving force behind all his actions.  Unfortunately for him, he fundamentally misunderstands who Jade is and what he wants, which is why he’s so unsuccessful in reaching that goal, but that is his goal regardless.

Dist also tries to emulate Jade’s Ravenclaw secondary, playing the part of the scheming mad scientist, but unfortunately for him he’s actually a Gryffindor secondary.  During most of his interactions with the party, he ends up resorting to stubborn tenaciousness to try and get what he wants.  He brags and taunts, throws robots around liberally, and absolutely refuses to consider any other options, no matter how many times Jade brushes him off.

Largo: Burned Gryffindor/Gryffindor

Like Natalia, Largo is both Gryffindor primary and secondary, but unlike her, his primary is Burned, caused by the loss of his wife and child.  He could no longer believe the Score was just, and he couldn’t trust his king to do what he believes is right.  Largo doesn’t follow Van because he believes Van’s plan is any better than the Score, though; it’s because he can no longer see a path that’s truly ‘right,’ so he latched onto Van’s convictions in an attempt to find stability.  He became the muscle of Van’s faction, preferring to use brute force and implacability over his allies’ less straightforward methods.

However, Largo still holds onto the shreds of his Gryffindor ideals.  He may not know for himself what is right, but he still places value on the idea of justice, and respects anyone who can wholeheartedly believe in something, even if he can’t agree with it.  It’s what convinced him to side with Van, but it also shows in his conversations around his final battle, as he praises Luke, Natalia, and the rest of the party for standing up for their own beliefs.

Sync: Burned Slytherin/Slytherin

Sync is a Burned Slytherin at its most extreme, caring for nothing and nobody, including himself.  Van comes the closest to being part of Sync’s circle, but in the end Sync follows him more because of their shared goal than out of any significant emotional attachment.  Sync’s Slytherin primary is also what makes it easy for him to follow Van’s plans - he has no loyalty or attachment to the world in general, and thus feels no guilt over destroying it.

Sync’s secondary is also Slytherin, as his preferred method is manipulating and toying with others instead of meeting them straight on.  He uses the curse slot he put on Guy to attack the party several times, sneaks onto the Tartarus during the planet core mission to wreak havoc, and after Ion’s death he uses their similar appearance to mess with Anise.

Arietta: Hufflepuff/Gryffindor

Arrietta as a Hufflepuff primary sounds odd at first, but that’s because her Puff loyalty is very different from the stereotype.  Like most Puffs, she cares about people - but Arietta’s definition of ‘people’ is almost exclusively her monster family and friends.  With a few exceptions, she doesn’t seem to see humans as worthy of her time or respect; it’s arguable that she doesn’t even perceive herself as ‘human,’ identifying with her monsters more.  Ion, of course, is the rare human exception, with the other God-Generals counting only through Van’s connection with Ion.  However, the rest of humanity is beneath her notice, and she treats the party with active malice.  They killed her family, after all - to Arietta it’s the humans that are the real monsters.

She also shows a Gryffindor-secondary tendency to run into things headfirst, trusting her gut to do what seems right in the moment instead of doing any complicated planning.  Arrietta fights the party mainly because of her grudge over her liger mother’s death, with Van’s plans being secondary.  She also gives the party information on a whim when Ion is threatened, and just as impulsively challenges Anise to a duel after Ion’s death.

Mohs: Hufflepuff/Slytherin

Mohs is the type of Hufflepuff that prioritizes loyalty to a community or group over loyalty to the people in it.  For him, his priority is the Order of Lorelei, and all its religious ideals and traditions - he is the only major faction leader who is unable to let go of the Score when everyone else chooses to abandon it, and he resorts to increasingly desperate measures to cling to his duty.  The Score is an intrinsic part of his identity, and he just can’t cope with the knowledge that it might not be the perfect promise he believed it was.  He spends the second half of the game trying desperately not to Burn, because if the Score is destroyed, his entire identity will go with it.

Meanwhile, his tendency to use whatever means possible - even if it’s underhanded or deceitful - to ensure the Score is carried out proves his Slytherin secondary.  Even beyond his following the Order’s rules of controlling information access for the Score’s sake, he manipulates King Ingobert to try and get rid of Luke, and even goes as far as allying with the God-Generals when he thinks it’ll help him succeed.

Other

Ion - Hufflepuff/Slytherin

Mieu - Slytherin/Hufflepuff

Peony - Hufflepuff/Slytherin

Ingobert - Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw

Duke Fabre - Gryffindor/Hufflepuff

Ginji & Noelle - Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw

Nephry - Gryffindor/Hufflepuff

Cecille - Slytherin/Hufflepuff

Frings - Gryffindor/Gryffindor

(also shoutout to jeredu lyra slip rei for Making Hogwarts AU and thus This Post Happen)

[ohteathree]

[catelynstark]