#general du vallon

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Recs list

I've been reading a few fics about our favourite absolute love of a musketeer Porthos :) Here are some I've loved a lot!

Wonders by Anonymous

Porthos gets a letter from Samara.

Either I've read this before or I read another one where he gets a letter from Samara that I loved, I believe the first but either way it's warm and fun and a lot of things in a small space. It's really lovely little rumination, and gives Porthos something good about his heritage as well as all the sadness in the show.

Holding On by Stk (Silasthekitty)

d'Artagnan getting to know the others in modern AU having many panic about Porthos's lovely grabby hands, so much fun! I love the relationship between them all and how d'Artagnan is seduced. It's also very funny.

Fever by Swashbuckling

Gen fic where Aramis (eventually) takes care of Porthos who is a bit ridiculous and of course very lovely. a little hurt/comfort slice of fluff. They're nicely characterful and I like the way they talk and things. Also they take good care of Porthos which is BEST.

Porthos Paper Doll by Irusu

Not a fic, just a glorious art, it is what it says on the tin - a paper doll design with some little outfits how great!

EDIT: add any gay Porthos centric fics if you have recs pleassseee your own too I want MORE.

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[Image description: three gifs of Porthos, angry and defiant. His clothing is old and rough, a loose, dark shirt under a cloak or sleeveless jacket, pale-coloured with rust and stains, the leather holding the clasps curling and damanged. The gifs are edited to bring out the colours, earthy and warm. End ID.]

THE MUSKETEERS 1.05 “The Homecoming”

[wahwealth]

Anthony Quinn, Rod Steiger, Oliver Reed, Irene Papas, Lion Of The Desert

Lion of the Desert is a 1981 epic historical war film about the Second Italo-Senussi War.  Anthony Quinn stars as Libyan tribal leader Omar Mukhtar, a Bedouin leader fighting the Regio Esercito (Royal Italian Army), and Oliver Reed as Italian General Rodolfo Graziani.  Rod Steiger plays Mussolini.   The movie was directed by Moustapha Akkad and funded by the Libyan government under Muammar Gaddafi.  Lion Fo The Desert was banned in Italy in 1982, where it was finally shown on pay TV in 2009. Cinema historian Stuart Galbraith IV writes about the movie: "A fascinating look inside a facet of Arab culture profoundly significant yet virtually unknown outside North Africa and the Arab world. Lion of the Desert is a Spartacus-style, David vs. Goliath tale that deserves more respect than it has to date. It's not a great film, but by the end, it becomes a compelling one. Cast Anthony Quinn as Omar al-Mukhtar Oliver Reed as General Rodolfo Graziani Irene Papas as Mabrouka Raf Vallone as Diodiece Rod Steiger as Mussolini John Gielgud as El Gariani Andrew Keir as Salem Gastone Moschin as Tomelli Stefano Patrizi as Sandrini Adolfo Lastretti as Sarsani Sky du Mont as Prince Amedeo, Duke of Aosta Takis Emmanuel as Bu-Matari Rodolfo Bigotti as Ismail Robert Brown as Al Fadeel Eleonora Stathopoulou as Ali's Mother Luciano Bartoli as Captain Lontano Claudio Goro as Court President Giordano Falzoni as Judge at Camp Franco Fantasia as Graziani's Aide Ihab Werfaly as Ali Never miss a video. Join the channel so that Mr. P can notify you when new videos are uploaded: https://www.youtube.com/@nrpsmovieclassics

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

Этот парень был из тех, кто просто любит жизнь

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by fandom Гедонисты 2023 (BBBFF)

Злодеи и герои всех возрастов, профессий, рас и национальностей. Из общего у них только одно - любовь к жизни.

PS: простите, что выборка из мужских персонажей, мы не специально.

Words: 436, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский

Fandoms: Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), The Hobbit - All Media Types, Karlsson på taket | Karlsson-on-the-Roof - Astrid Lindgren, Nero Wolfe - Rex Stout, Naruto, Zootopia (2016), d'Artagnan Romances (Three Musketeers Series) - All Media Types, 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Jīn Guāngshàn, Jack Sparrow, Iroh (Avatar), Benjamin Clawhauser, Porthos du Vallon, Nero Wolfe, Jiraiya (Naruto), Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Bilbo Baggins, Karlsson (Karlsson-on-the-Roof)

Additional Tags: AI Generated Art, wombo, Food, Character Study, Ship Manifesto, Don't copy to another site, Fandom Kombat 2023, Amphibian Challenge

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[ao3feed-tolkien]

Этот парень был из тех кто просто любит жизнь

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/nazWO2o

by fandom Гедонисты 2023 (BBBFF)

Злодеи и герои всех возрастов, профессий, рас и национальностей. Из общего у них только одно - любовь к жизни.

PS: простите, что выборка из мужских персонажей, мы не специально.

Words: 436, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский

Fandoms: Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), The Hobbit - All Media Types, Karlsson på taket | Karlsson-on-the-Roof - Astrid Lindgren, Nero Wolfe - Rex Stout, Naruto, Zootopia (2016), d'Artagnan Romances (Three Musketeers Series) - All Media Types, 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Jīn Guāngshàn, Jack Sparrow, Iroh (Avatar), Benjamin Clawhauser, Porthos du Vallon, Nero Wolfe, Jiraiya (Naruto), Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Bilbo Baggins, Karlsson (Karlsson-on-the-Roof)

Additional Tags: AI Generated Art, wombo, Food, Character Study, Ship Manifesto, Don't copy to another site, Fandom Kombat 2023, Amphibian Challenge

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/nazWO2o

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[ID: a screenshot of Porthos in BBC the Musketeers, looking beligwrant, a sword in his hand (mostly out of frame), shirt lose and partly open over his chest. End ID]

Random Porthos pic

[alexlacquemanne]

Juin MMXXIII

Films

Indiana Jones et le Royaume du crâne de cristal (Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull) (2008) de Steven Spielberg avec Harrison Ford, Shia LaBeouf, Karen Allen, Cate Blanchett, John Hurt, Ray Winstone et Jim Broadbent

La vie est belge (Brabançonne) (2014) de Vincent Bal avec Arthur Dupont, Amaryllis Uitterlinden, Jos Verbist, David Cantens, Koen Van Impe, Tom Audenaert, Ivan Pecnik et Veerle Eyckermans

La Nuit américaine (1973) de François Truffaut avec Jacqueline Bisset, Valentina Cortese, Dani, Alexandra Stewart, Jean-Pierre Aumont, Jean Champion, Jean-Pierre Léaud et François Truffaut

Le Trésor de la Sierra Madre (The Treasure of the Sierra Madre) (1948) de John Huston avec Humphrey Bogart, Tim Holt, Walter Huston, Alfonso Bedoya, Barton MacLane et Bruce Bennett

Adieu Gary (2008) de Nassim Amaouche avec Jean-Pierre Bacri, Dominique Reymond, Yasmine Belmadi, Mhamed Arezki, Sabrina Ouazani, Hab-Eddine Sebiane et Abdelhafid Metalsi

La ciociara (1960) de Vittorio De Sica avec Sophia Loren, Jean-Paul Belmondo, Carlo Ninchi, Andrea Checchi, Pupella Maggio, Renato Salvatori et Raf Vallone

La mort n'était pas au rendez-vous (Conflict) (1945) de Curtis Bernhardt avec Humphrey Bogart, Alexis Smith, Sydney Greenstreet, Rose Hobart, Charles Drake et Grant Mitchell

The Flash (2023) d'Andrés Muschietti avec Ezra Miller, Michael Keaton, Sasha Calle, Michael Shannon, Maribel Verdu, Ben Affleck, Ron Livingston, Jeremy Irons et Gal Gadot

En cas de malheur (1958) de Claude Autant-Lara avec Jean Gabin, Brigitte Bardot, Edwige Feuillère, Franco Interlenghi, Nicole Berger, Madeleine Barbulée, Annick Allières et Jacques Clancy

Fahrenheit 451 (1966) de François Truffaut avec Oskar Werner, Julie Christie, Cyril Cusack, Anton Diffring, Jeremy Spenser, Bee Duffell et Noel Davis

Dieu seul le sait (Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison) (1957) de John Huston avec Deborah Kerr et Robert Mitchum

Séries

James May : Notre Homme en Italie

Dieu se fait pardonner - Funeste asile - Matière noire - Du très très bon fromage - Du pesto ! - Adieu, Bim

Friends Saison 8, 9

Celui qui se faisait interviewer - Celui qui animait un jeu stupide - Celui qui passait un entretien d'embauche - Celui qui assistait à la première - Celui qui avait un bébé : 1re partie - Celui qui avait un bébé : 2e partie - Celui qui n'avait demandé personne en mariage - Celui qui acceptait sa mutation - Celui qui allait chez le pédiatre - Celui qui regardait des requins - Celui qui avait fumé - Celui qui était le plus drôle - Celui qui faisait rire sa fille - Celui qui était vexé - Celui qui n'osait pas dire la vérité - Celui qui passait Noël à Tulsa - Celui qui ne voulait plus de bébé - Celui qui défendait sa nounou - Celui qui se faisait épiler - Celui qui se faisait poser un lapin - Celui qui se faisait agresser - Celui qui prêtait de l'argent - Celui qui envoyait des e-mails - Celui qui voulait gagner à la loterie - Celui qui piquait dans les hôtels - Celui qui allait à une soirée privée - Celui qui faisait un test de fécondité - Celui qui avait besoin d'un donneur - Celui qui allait à la Barbade

Inspecteur Barnaby Saison 9

La Maison hantée - Lettres mortelles - La Course à l'héritage - L'Assassin de l'ombre - Quatre enterrements et un mariage - Ces dames de la campagne - Complément d'enquête

Coffre à Catch

#118 : Cody Rhodes : le futur American Nightmare à la ECW ! - #119 : En route vers Cyber Sunday 2008 ! - #120 : Evan Bourne brille presque autant que SilentStorm ! - #121 : D-Generation X invitée au Dirt Sheet !

Castle Saison 2

Tuez le messager - Les Dessous de la loi - Doubles vies - La cinquième balle

Affaires sensibles

Silvio Berlusconi et le scandale du Rubygate - Kadhafi à Paris, la folle visite d'un dictateur - Suzy et mon gros loup : le mystère AZF - Le cimentier Lafarge en Syrie - Waco : une secte dans l'enfer des flammes - Incendie du tunnel du Mont-Blanc : autopsie d’une catastrophe annoncée - Dropped : tournage mortel sur une téléréalité

Maîtres et valets Saison 1, 2

Nouveau départ - Ils ne passeront pas - Bouleversements - Un pays lointain dont on ne sait rien - Le Prix de l'amour - L'Idéal féminin - Indépendance et soumission - Dernière valse - Jours sombres

The Grand Tour Saison 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Eurocrash - The Grand Tour présente… Lochdown - The Grand Tour présente… Carnage à Trois - Scotch Single Malt - Les garçons du Niagara - La Loi du plus fort - Opéra, art et donuts

Visitors Saison 1

Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 3 - Episode 4 - Episode 5 - Episode 6 - Episode 7 - Episode 8

Spectacles

Lalo Schifrin, Mission : Impossible (2023) par l'Orchestre Philharmonique de Radio France

Ce que femme veut (1981) de Etienne Ray et Alfred Savoir avec Catherine Allary, Georges Beller, Yolande Folliot, Patrick Burget, Raoul Delfosse et Sonia Sariel

Un couple magique (2023) de Laurent Ruquier avec Stéphane Plaza, Valérie Mairesse et Jeanfi Janssens

Dire Straits Live at Wembley Arena, London (1985)

Deep Purple au Hellfest (2017)

Drôle De Genre (2022) de Jade-Rose Parker avec Victoria Abril, Lionnel Astier, Axel Huet et Jade-Rose Parker

Livres

Le Géant Ferré : La huitième merveille du monde de Bertrand Hébert et Pat Laprade

Détective Conan : Tome 10 de Gôshô Aoyama

Détective Conan : Tome 11 de Gôshô Aoyama

Spirou et Fantasio, Tome 33 : Virus de Tome et Janry

Il était une fois.. l'Homme, Tome 4 : Rome de Jean-Charles Gaudin, Jean Barbaud, Minte et Afroula Hadjiyannakis

Hero Corp, Tome 1 : Les origines de Simon Astier et Marco Failla

[general-du-vallon]

Well. Musketeers for sure gets my odder fics. Someone aaaaaaages ago suggested Porthos adopts a kid, and I did a half arsed job of it, and now I have done a second bad job at it hahaha. I love Simone though and Porthos. Here you go, it's great!

WARNING: cold, hunger

It got pretty cold in winter time, that’s true of most places and like most places the cold was fine as long as you had money. Fur-lined clothing, extra layers, boots! Boots were great for cold. Fuel, endless fuel for hot fires, heating the houses top to bottom (bottom to top really, seeing as heat rises). Food, too; being well-fed was important in cold weather, good food, hot food. Cold was free, heat was expensive (until summer rolled around when somehow, that cold which cost nothing was suddenly a commodity). Winter in Paris was a mixed bag, you didn’t have to be horrendously rich to be warm, but you fell somehow easily into poverty if you weren’t careful, and there the cold waited, crouched, cracking frosty fingers against the glass, ready for you. Cold hid in corners with beggars and chased anyone marked ‘criminal’, snapping at their heels for the moment they stopped running and their sweat turned to cold damp, wet creeping into clothing, freezing through to bone. Cold dragged at the heels of children walking to their jobs, if not carefully shrugged off they might be sluggish, lose their work.

Some had no work. The poorest slunk down into the cold, the familiar embrace almost a comfort, inching into the lee of buildings, walls, under houses, through any unlatched door that might go unchecked for an hour or two. Simone had passed even this stage, sitting out on a step looking up at the frozen stars stretched achingly across the crackling sky. Paris was inhospitable, dirty, and smelt worse than the thickest stenching manure. The cold wasn’t the only thing at large in the city, either. Paris didn’t rest its head and take to its dreaming, when night fell, not in these parts. Men and women, clawing their way out of varying degrees of frozen cold, drank and sang and reeled past, blurring and sliding. Soldiers, guards, Queen’s Musketeers, policed the streets in their warm cloaks and boots, according to their whim, depending on their mood, how cold their shift had been. Violence stirred.

Paris lay around her like a great carcass, sprawled, feast and famine, decay and new life, and bones.

“You hungry?”

Simone didn’t know much anymore, numb with cold and half dead, but she knew this much; yes, yes she was hungry, as ravenous as Paris. She took what she was given, and took more from his pockets and bag, and took the cloak he offered and the gloves he didn’t, scarf tucked under the cloak, hidden. As he left her, he whistled a jaunty song, turning at the end of her ally.

“Paris is beautiful at night, but just you wait until I show you what them stars look like out there were there’s no lights.”

Simone followed him, unnoticed, a mere shadow among shadows, and found his back door. It was always good to know where the kinder lords lived, to know where you wouldn’t be beaten for taking scraps. He had stables, horses, hands who lived above in the hayloft and boys who slept with the animals but no one sleeping behind, out in the cold but warmth just the other side, close enough to touch, seeping through the woods.

“Morning’s here, little bundle of bones. If you give me back me gloves, you can have breakfast. And better gloves.”

Simone ran, before his hands could close around her arm and his big voice could call her thief she ran. His voice chased her, calling her to come back any time, and a polite request, again, for his gloves returned next time she was passing.

They had come to Paris for hope and life but Paris had eaten them, swallowed them up.

She went back. Found him, after midnight, sitting out there singing. He gave her food again, swapped her gloves for a pair that fitted, tossed her a pair of stockings and boots. She wanted to ask why, but he wasn’t watching her, he was writing. She gathered up her bounty and left. Paris wasn’t so cold with boots.

Next time, he wasn’t there. He was gone.

The men were rough. Men who barely contained their violence, wouldn’t have felt the cold even if they weren’t swaddled in layer upon layer of red, their bright hard steel chilling but not to them, just to those they dragged off the cold streets and threw into the colder cells, and left there. You couldn’t see the stars from inside a cell, couldn’t run, couldn’t piss except on the floor, couldn’t eat except the rat-bitten bread they threw at you when they remembered, fruit they’d let go rotten, couldn’t sleep unless you were ready to die. The cells were stone, stone held cold like it coveted ice, held you in that same embrace and tried to burn your bones frozen.

“You could, I s’pose. I’ve only got a knife on me. C’mon, test your hypothesis boy. You a coward, boy? Not gonna fight afterall? Hahaha! Pig fucker!”

The guard of the cells that night sometimes mildewed the carrots especially before tossing them down, whether or not they reached the cells he didn’t care. He was tossed down like his carrots, a great giant coming after laughing, plucking him up like he was nothing and slinging him over a shoulder. He opened the cell by jamming a knife into the locks and kicking it, the line of bars and locks shuddering under the heel he drove against the handle with such force the lock shattered.

“Bring that,” he said, looking down at Simone.

She brought the knife and followed him home, whistling between her missing teeth to keep tune with his whistling, his knife tucked into the rope she wore as a belt. They walked through the city like they owned it, Simone thought maybe he did. He stopped to throw the guard under an arch, leaving him on the frozen cobbles like garbage he no longer wanted. It was a long walk, she followed him right up the steps and into the hall before realising it.

“Kitchen’s through here. Water over there.”

He sat and cleaned the knife, he didn’t watch her at all. Her hands got in everywhere, bread and fruit and good vegetables, uncooked pastry ready for tomorrow, burning-hot chestnuts in the banked fire.

“Don’t burn your fingers,” was all he said, pointing her again to the cool water when she burnt her fingers on the chestnuts anyway.

She lay that night under the stars behind his stables, stomach hurting from eating so much, cold soaking from the ground into her thin dress, her skin, her blood, her bones. She wondered who he might be.

“Porthos,” he told her, from the back step, the next morning.

“Did I ask?” she rasped.

“No, which is rude. I want my knife back,” he said.

Simone did not return his knife.

It wasn’t Simone’s fingers in the pocket of the lady but it was Simone the lady saw, because it was Simone who was too frost-bitten and too hungry to duck into the shadows. The fingers of the rich were bony, for all the good food they ate, pinching and sharp and unrelenting. Tossed after the guard from the other week, brittle from cold, rolling unceremoniously into boots. Queen’s Musketeers policed as well as Red Guard. Their sympathetic warm eyes hid behind orders and duty. Simone kicked and bit and ran.

“She’s not here, captain. I’m due back on the front in three days and you want to make our goodbye acrimonious, over some scrap of a thief you thought you’d arrest?”

“Madame is mistress to our cardinal, Porthos. Mazarin demands, and we follow orders.”

“Since when? Go jam a long-sword up your arse, d’Artagnan, it’ll give you a better backbone.”

Kitchens were warm, in winter. Monsieur Porthos mostly lived in his kitchen, so Simone found a corner in there for herself. She learnt, from him, how to tend to the fires, and how to roast chestnuts. She made them for him, and ate most of them herself. He brought her clothes again, and cleaned his knife (his fingers lighter than hers, retrieved when she was looking right at him without her knowing).

“You’ll need to stay here, while I’m gone. Eat, rest, stay clean and tidy, no one’ll look twice. Wouldn’t recognise the difference even between you an’ me, Simone. I haven’t got time to teach you much, but I’ll show you your name, and my name.”

He showed her a few more words, too.

Porthos was gone for a long time. The kitchen was warm, and then they started propping the back door open to keep it temperate, and then it was sweltering. As long as she lived in the kitchen she was expected to keep the fire and help out; the servants taught her how to cook. Now and then a letter would come with her name carefully, clearly written, and inside was the short note, the only thing she could read. She wrote back; his name on the front, hers inside, and the only sentence she could write.

Cities don’t out run the cold. It came around, as it always did, creeping under doors and through cracks, driving Simone behind the stove to sleep and read the growing pile of notes. She wondered who they were cooking for, if Porthos was not here. This was his house, they were his servants, and he was gone. Simone traced the words of his most recent letter. It was longer, and she didn’t know the words. She wondered what it said.

“Can you show me?” she asked the cook.

The cook, Simone didn’t know his name, looked flabbergasted, and did not teach her to read. Instead he talked and talked about her scaring the living daylights out of him, as he’d thought her mute or stupid. She was neither, but she decided to be both in the face of his bad manners. When the cold started retreating, though, and another letter came, even longer, even smaller words, she asked again and this time he agreed. All through the stifling heat of summer they worked, in any moments that were his own, which were few and far between.

He taught her how to use a knife one way to cut meat, another to cut vegetables, and yet another way that would go right through a man. He showed her on his own stomach the place to find the guts, and how to tug up to guarantee death. He taught her how to read and write ‘eviscerate’.

Autumn came with rain and mud and a thin chill, cold air setting everyone coughing, and Simone could read the first longer letter. Porthos wrote to her about stars, horses, longing for good food, and ended by saying he missed her company. Simone kept the letter in her pocket for a week, while she learnt how to bleed, kill, dismember, and cure a pig. They packed the meat in salt and built an ice-house in the yard. One night Simone crawled in, trying to remember being as cold as the preserved meat. The cook’s boy dragged her out by her ankle and told her if she wanted to die she would not do it on Baron du Vallon’s property.

That explained why they were still working when Porthos wasn’t here; it wasn’t his house, it was this du Vallon’s. She heard more stories of him, and he sounded terrible, larger than life, richer than a god, remorseless. She crept behind the chimney to her bed and took out the longest letter yet, working on reading Porthos’s words to banish this terrifying baron.

That year, the winter lasted too long. Porthos’s letters came with small parcels, sometimes, and sometimes in bundles, and got shorter and shorter, until they were back to variations on words she knew so well. Still the winter came on, storms came up the Sein, ice coated the Parisian streets, rain came down day after day, washing away snow until another freeze came.

Spring didn’t arrive, but Porthos did.

Simone heard him and ran through the house, forgetting the baron who lived somewhere in its depths eating enough for several families, never seen. She ran down the front step and Porthos was waiting there for her, broad and beaming, soaking wet, his armour when he lifted her freezing against her skin.

Porthos took her out of the kitchen and upstairs, into rich, opulent rooms. They were brought hot water and she watched him wash, cleaning away dust and mud and, underneath, blood. She could smell it, like when the pig sat woozy and dying, bleeding for their black puddings. He wasn’t woozy, nor was he dying. He sang as he washed, songs about her, about the stars, about Paris. Once he was clean and dressed, he sent for more water, and dunked her head gently in, washing her hair with firm fingers, warm oils. He dried it and combed it with a wide toothed comb, her curls kinking more tight than his.

“This is my daughter, Simone du Vallon,” he introduced, as they walked about Paris, she holding onto his arms. “Found her in the vegetable patch under the stars, monsieur, like a discarded pumpkin.”

He bought her roast chestnuts on a corner, the seller staying as late as the winter this year, and shelled them for her.

“You can pay the cold to stay away,” she said, hands warm around the hot bag.

“Yeah,” he said.

He, too, knew that cold bit, she could tell. He, too, knew the bitterness of buying their heat, leaving everyone else behind.

“My sister died,” she told him, pointing out the last house they hid under.

The spring came. Simone showed him how well she could shoot, and told him that they showed her how to kill a pig.

“I thought you came here from a farm,” Porthos said, correcting her grip on the small pistol.

“This is bad form.”

“Yes, but you have small hands. Form was written for people with bigger hands.”

“I have forgotten everything before I came here to this house.”

“Remember it whenever you like, even if it’s as bloody as slaughtering pigs.”

Simone showed him the ice house, the last of the meat, and he lay down on his back, she snuck against his side, and they wondered what it used to be like, to be this cold.

[enigma-the-mysterious]

Someone: Porthos is NOT based on Dumas!!!! BBC Porthos is NOT Book Porthos!!!! Book Porthos is a nobleman, NOT born to a slave!!!!

Me, sobbing: Please go and read a biography on Alexandre Dumas and his father and then read the text. Please. The ignorance physically hurts me.

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

Этот парень был из тех, кто просто любит жизнь

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/KJC3zvN

by fandom Гедонисты 2023 (BBBFF)

Злодеи и герои всех возрастов, профессий, рас и национальностей. Из общего у них только одно - любовь к жизни.

PS: простите, что выборка из мужских персонажей, мы не специально.

Words: 436, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский

Fandoms: Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), The Hobbit - All Media Types, Karlsson på taket | Karlsson-on-the-Roof - Astrid Lindgren, Nero Wolfe - Rex Stout, Naruto, Zootopia (2016), d'Artagnan Romances (Three Musketeers Series) - All Media Types, 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Jīn Guāngshàn, Jack Sparrow, Iroh (Avatar), Benjamin Clawhauser, Porthos du Vallon, Nero Wolfe, Jiraiya (Naruto), Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Bilbo Baggins, Karlsson (Karlsson-on-the-Roof)

Additional Tags: AI Generated Art, wombo, Food, Character Study, Ship Manifesto, Don't copy to another site, Fandom Kombat 2023, Amphibian Challenge

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/KJC3zvN

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Этот парень был из тех кто просто любит жизнь

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/qEDBfaF

by fandom Гедонисты 2023 (BBBFF)

Злодеи и герои всех возрастов, профессий, рас и национальностей. Из общего у них только одно - любовь к жизни.

PS: простите, что выборка из мужских персонажей, мы не специально.

Words: 436, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский

Fandoms: Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), The Hobbit - All Media Types, Karlsson på taket | Karlsson-on-the-Roof - Astrid Lindgren, Nero Wolfe - Rex Stout, Naruto, Zootopia (2016), d'Artagnan Romances (Three Musketeers Series) - All Media Types, 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Jīn Guāngshàn, Jack Sparrow, Iroh (Avatar), Benjamin Clawhauser, Porthos du Vallon, Nero Wolfe, Jiraiya (Naruto), Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Bilbo Baggins, Karlsson (Karlsson-on-the-Roof)

Additional Tags: AI Generated Art, wombo, Food, Character Study, Ship Manifesto, Don't copy to another site, Fandom Kombat 2023, Amphibian Challenge

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/qEDBfaF

[general-du-vallon]

[image description: a screenshot of Porthos from the BBC's The Musketeers. He is looking back, head turned, smiling. The sun is shining on his face. End ID.]

[general-du-vallon]

[image description: a gif of Porthos, from BBC's 'The Musketeers. He looks back toward the camera and leaps from his horse. End ID.]

Porthos is here.

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

Этот парень был из тех кто просто любит жизнь

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/sjachXV

by fandom Гедонисты 2023 (BBBFF)

Злодеи и герои всех возрастов, профессий, рас и национальностей. Из общего у них только одно - любовь к жизни.

PS: простите, что выборка из мужских персонажей, мы не специально.

Words: 436, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский

Fandoms: Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), The Hobbit - All Media Types, Karlsson på taket | Karlsson-on-the-Roof - Astrid Lindgren, Nero Wolfe - Rex Stout, Naruto, Zootopia (2016), d'Artagnan Romances (Three Musketeers Series) - All Media Types, 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Jīn Guāngshàn, Jack Sparrow, Iroh (Avatar), Benjamin Clawhauser, Porthos du Vallon, Nero Wolfe, Jiraiya (Naruto), Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Bilbo Baggins, Karlsson (Karlsson-on-the-Roof)

Additional Tags: AI Generated Art, wombo, Food, Character Study, Ship Manifesto, Don't copy to another site, Fandom Kombat 2023, Amphibian Challenge

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/sjachXV

[general-du-vallon]

[image description: a screen-cap of Porthos, from the BBC's 'The Musketeers'. He's wearing his bandana, he's got a thumb hooked in his belt, he's frowning at someone off-camera. /End ID.]

🥰❤️🐻⚜️

[animanightmate]

Sick Fic Gif Pick-me-up Pics?

In my fic-canon, today (4th April) is Porthos's birthday and I'm ill af. So does anyone mind indulging me with pics and gifs of our favourite Parisian Musketeer?

[Image description (courtesy of general-du-vallon): a gif of Porthos from BBC’s ‘The Musketeers’, saying something (maybe “What?” or “Why?”) and laughing. /End ID]