#sorry Iäna
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Drabble challenge, Cemeteries of Amalo, either 33 or 61! (love, celebros)
(Omg, how did you know that sending me a Tumblr prompt is THE way to get me to write for a new fandom? Works every time, even though the words got away from me and this is far too long to be considered a drabble. Anyway, have some Thara and Iäna shenanigans. Prompt list here).
“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”
"We beg your pardon?"
Oh, damn. "I ought to beg yours," I said, tearing my eyes away from the disaster on my office floor to fix them on the far more pleasant sight of Thara Celehar. "Cursing at a prelate. What must you think of my filthy mouth?"
From the blush climbing to the tips of his ears, I imagined his thoughts strayed in the same direction mine did. Filthy mouth indeed, Iäna, I could almost hear him say, 'tis thy mind that needs cleaning. I'd startled him into formality, though, and would have to work for the privilege of intimacies, spoken or otherwise.
"I thought you were Thoramis," I explained. "He left to fetch tea, but in truth I think he wished to distance himself from...all of this." I offered a sweeping gesture to encompass all of it: the scattered papers, the ink spots on my favorite shirt, my snappish mood. I had perhaps shouted a bit more than was reasonable when the incident occurred, and did not blame anyone for wishing to stay away.
Thara stepped closer. "What happened? Did inspiration strike?" I supposed the chaos in front of me could look like the throes of creative genius, if one looked at it from a certain angle. Sheets of paper covered in writing fanned out from where I knelt. I'd gathered them into loose piles, but the process of sorting them out had only made the mess more pronounced.
I sighed. "Something more sinister, I'm afraid. The window was not as firmly latched as I could have wished, and now a breeze has made a shambles of my new opera."
“Oh dear.” He surveyed the scene anew. “I don’t suppose you numbered the pages?”
“Nothing so convenient.” I hadn’t even made a clean copy yet.
“And your pen lacked the decency to leave a distinctive blot behind.” He picked his way through the farthest-flung pages, occasionally pausing to pick one up, and lowered himself to the floor across from me. “We’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way.”
“We?” Now I was the one surprised, and warmed by a kinder emotion than my previous anger. “Thank thee, Thara, truly, but,” I hesitated, seeing his color rise again. I’d dropped into the intimate form of speech without meaning to; so much for my delicate dance around his feelings. “But canst not read music, canst thou? And know’st not what order the story goes in.”
Undeterred, Thara spread his handful of pages in a clear space. “Then you’ll have to tell me about it as we go, and check the musical notation yourself. Now,” he held a page out to me, “who is this ‘Tamoro’ and why is her heart ‘broken beyond mending’?”
And so I found myself spending the evening on the floor of my office, regaling Thara with the tale of a doomed love affair between a noblewoman and her father’s bodyguard while the two of us attempted to piece my opera back together. He gave the task the same attention and care he showed in his witnessing: insightful questions, delicate hands smoothing a creased corner. I found my own attention wandering more than once, watching him. Even so, what had seemed an insurmountable task gradually shaped itself into a manageable one.
“Thou’rt a wonder,” I told him, as he set the last page of Act Two in place.
“Me?” Thara shook his head. “I’m not the one who wrote an opera!”
“No, but shouldst give thyself credit for saving one. Or at least its composer’s composure.” Oh, that was a good line. I made a note to save it for a future opera, then returned to the matter at hand. “Truly, Thara. Allow me to thank thee for all thy help. Art hungry?” The hour had grown late, but the Torivontaram would still be open. Or any number of places; it mattered not where we went, only that I not let this time with my prickly prelate pass sooner than it must.
Presumest much, Iäna. Canst lay no claim to him, however much thou desirest. This time it was my own good sense talking.
Unaware of my selfish wishes, Thara considered. “I…could eat,” he ventured, “but you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” I said, impulsively reaching across the space between us to lay a hand on top of his. He froze, and I did too; my large hand over his smaller one, resting on the stack of paper that represented our evening’s work. There was something poetic in that, but I lacked the presence of mind to put words to it. “Please,” I whispered, “Thou didst not have to help me either, but didst anyway. At least let me feed thee.” Even if that is all thou wilt allow me to do for thee, when thou deservest everything. I left those words unspoken, but he must have read some of them anyway. As I waited for his answer, his ears turned pink, gaze still locked on our hands.
“All right,” he said at last, voice so low I almost missed it. “Take me to dinner. After telling me an entire opera, you must be hungry and thirsty as well.” He slid his hand from under mine and stood, then reached out to help me to my feet. “And…Iäna?”
“Yes?” He hadn’t let go of my hands. I wasn’t going to let go either, though I surely should.
The smallest of smiles played over his lips. “Needst not beg my pardon for thy filthy mouth. I’m rather fond of it.”
#my writing#cemeteries of amalo#(oh yeah THAT'S the name of this series lol)#thara celehar#iana pel thenhior#(once again I am in a fandom with a character whose name I have to misspell to make it easier for me to find my own tags later)#sorry Iäna#will probably stash this on ao3 later but for now I'm lazy#ask memes#replies
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ID: a sketch of thara celehar and iana pel-thenhior from the witness for the dead. they are both sitting next to each other at a table having tea, drawn from the elbows up. iana is a thin goblin-elven man with a long nose, thick braids, and a frilly shirt. he's resting his face on his hand, the other arm resting in front of him. he's saying "…babygirl?" and eyeing thara knowingly. thara is a thin elf with an angular face and curly hair in a braid. he grips a teacup in one hand and is bracing himself against the table with the other. he's violently spitting out tea, eyes wide and twitching, and blushing furiously. end ID
............................................babygirl?
#sigh. i have like. two jokes#im sorry im going to use my powers for stupid#gearing up for grief of stones babeeeyyy im so excited#shit i have portraits of these two that i need to post#my art#the witness for the dead#witness for the dead#the goblin emperor#tge#thara celehar#iäna pel thenhior
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Ough Maia mommy kink...that's exquisite...would also fit with his intense reaction when he first met Hesero...and Csethiro would be the best soft domme...sword fighting muscle mommy... What kinks do you think the other characters have? I read that one Cala/Beshelar boot worship fic on ao3 and it's lived in my head rent free ever since
ohhhh anon. oh sweet beloved dear anon, i am kissing you on the forehead, i love you so, you are so wise and clever
the funny thing is i feel like there's UHHH wrong answers to the tge kink question(s) so like these are all just ME, having read surprisingly little of the extant fic for this fandom (once i start writing for a thing, i weirdly lose interest in reading for it)
i will say i'm on the fence about the general Softness of csethiro's domme'ing ;alkdfjw like in the universe where i get everything i want, csethiro's had some Experience™ with ladies in vedero's circle (i think a lot about the passingly-referenced aizheän tativin A Lot), and so i think she comes to maia's bed with a skill set that feels very inapplicable to her at first, and also involves a lot more Meanness than she expects maia to be in any way into?? so i think it takes them a good while to get to anything particularly kinky—but when they do, i think csethiro is the dominant party for a Long Time, like mommy kink stuff obvs, praise kink goes w/o saying imo, definitely like rope bondage in the manner of silk ribbons and calling maia Pretty and treating him like a doll, and when his anxiety is eating him alive? i honestly think he asks her to get kind of mean to him!! like lance the wound, right? voice the bad things!! get it all out of his head and into the real world and then throw it out the goddamn window at the end!! there is so much catharsis to playing in the space of self-hatred in a controlled environment, i am just sayin
also i think they find out during some regular tender vanilla sex that csethiro does, in fact, love Actual soft-dom maia, and then they play with service roles and something along the lines of hypnosis, like maia talking her into a meditative state and going to town on a list of pre-arranged tasks, etc!
and like. 100% of the time i think their sex is INCREDIBLY gender-fucked. like the bed hangings shut and neither of them has ever heard of a binary gender, everyone is babygirl and also daddy and sunshine and silly boy and little slut and and
and then there's cala and beshelar ;lkajdflaw;kfjdsd like the SHORT list: major S/m (painplay, humiliation/degradation mostly), bondage, breathplay, definitely some INVOLVED roleplay, and i think cala likes to wig deret out with the idea of semi-public things (plugs, cages) even though they both know they can like. never ever risk that bc like talk about compromising their attention for protecting maia!!! as well as i rly love the idea of them both just. knowing each other so well that they can drop each other out of their heads with a few words once the door shuts behind them when a day has been rough, bc jesus god are their jobs hard and long and they know when the other one needs to just. fuck off and get fucked. for a while. (also they are very very sweet to each other and both so huge into aftercare, it's basically the whole point to them, like the other one having let go enough to allow themself to be proper taken care of and petted and loved on OUGH)
csevet aisava has cumslut energy. i'm sorry. he just does. that's a twink who just wants to be on his knees until his brain turns off, okay.
telimezh is vanilla and i love him. berenar, however, FUCKS.
thara celehar is a babygirl and he does not want anyone to know this, ever, including the person he is actively having sex with. this goes hand in hand with a STRONG humiliation kink, which you can bet Iäna "Daddy Dom" Pel-Thenhior uses to screw with him SO HARD
meanwhile iäna wants little more in the world than to be blown in the wings of an active performance and then fucked raw in a dressing room, half-clothed and made to stare at himself in the mirror while it happens
vedero drazhin mostly wants to slap csoru drazharan in the face i think. and make her cry. and then go read a book.
hope this helps <3
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Yuletide Recs
Just under the wire before reveals!
Ordinary Time (13th Century Plantagenet RPF, Edward II of England/Piers Gaveston)
There were many meaningless and polite things Piers could say. It wouldn’t be hard at all. They clattered about his head. Speaking any of them aloud would be an act of self-preservation. There was danger in desiring the good opinion of the king’s heir. But here Edward was, offering kindness as generously as he gifted money to people. And it truly was so, so hard to resist.
The Devil Went Down to Georgia Station (The Devil Went Down to Georgia, Gen)
Me, I was just about ready to play the fool myself when the Devil arrived. You see, the sector sheriff had died a little while back, and the spaceways were so infested with bandits that no law-abiding ship dared to fly. The bandits didn't come stop at Georgia Station for a drink and a fiddler either—nobody comes down here unless they've got a resupply contract, for there's only one safe route in. I was feeling my old wanderlust, what with being cooped up in one place for so long, and besides my free meals were getting smaller by the day. That's why, when the Devil came sauntering into the station's only saloon and slid into the booth across from me, bringing out her fiddle from Devil-knows-where, I listened when she made me a deal.
Legends & Lore (D&D: Honor Among Thieves, Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar)
Xenk gets truth potioned and doesn't say anything interesting at all.
Not Certainty, But Hope (D&D: Honor Among Thieves, Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar)
In which Xenk proposes.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to need you to repeat that," Edgin said.
"I have come here to ask your hand in marriage," Xenk said in that annoyingly calm voice, like dropping in on someone at their local pub and asking them to marry you was just like popping next door and asking for a cup of sugar from the neighbor, "that we might infiltrate a temple of Ilmater and discover the means by which so many happy couples have disappeared."
I love you—all I can (England Series - K.J. Charles, Bill Merton/Jimmy Yoxall)
Bill and Jimmy, and almost thirty years.
The Lost of Winter (The Goblin Emperor Series - Katherine Addison, Thara Celehar/Iana Pel-Thenhior)
Thara Celehar has lost his ability to speak to the dead. Awaiting instructions from the Archprelate, he is left feeling adrift and inadequate as an instructor to his student, Velhiro Tomasaran. When Iäna Pel-Thenhior comes to him with a problem that is not within his remit, he still jumps at a task he feels capable of. But when that task leads back to the story of a missing girl and a body found with her ring, it's clear he still has responsibilities to the dead of Amalo, even if he can no longer hear them.
#happy new year!#yuletide#yuletide 2023#recs#i haven’t had as much time to read as i hoped#but i enjoyed these very much
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yuletide letter 2022
dear yuletide writer,
Sorry it took me so long to come back and finish this! I will absolutely understand if it turns out you’ve already come up with something that has nothing to do with these prompts, and I’ll be just as excited for the gift either way. That said, if you’d like more context about my tastes and some specific prompts to play with, read on!
These are a few of my favorite things: missing scenes, reflective moments, romantic interludes, epilogues and aftermaths, porn with feelings. I love found families, thoughtful exploration of the power dynamics (smutty or otherwise) between characters, battle couples, intrigue and adventure, extensions of canon worldbuilding, strong platonic relationships in addition to the main ships, and stories that explore queerness and gender nonconformity. I strongly prefer canon-consistent settings, but don’t mind canon-divergent plotlines (unless they end in a much darker place or stretch the bounds of characterization too far). Any rating from Gen to E is welcome, and kink is fine. Angst is great as long as there’s a happy or at least gentle ending, and hurt/comfort is more than okay as long as the hurt isn’t on the DNW list.
The DNWs: noncon/sexual assault, torture or violence beyond a canon-typical degree, A/B/O, magical creature (vampire, werewolf, fae, etc) AUs, and modern/non-canon-setting AUs (canon divergence is fine, but no high school, coffeeshop, random historical period AUs please).
The Watchmaker of Filigree Street, Keita Mori/Thaniel Steepleton
I enjoyed these two in the first book, but it was The Lost Future of Pepperharrow that really made me ship it hard: all that delicious angst and pining and misunderstanding and devotion was like catnip. Some prompts to e explore, if you’d like them:
Keita and Thaniel recovering and reconnecting in the immediate aftermath of their departure from Japan, or reckoning with the reveal in the epilogue about Thaniel’s cure and Mori’s hand in bringing it about.
A missing scene from their years as a couple between the two books—especially one of the memories/flashbacks mentioned in The Lost Future.
Character-centric porn, with or without plot. What are these two like together in bed? And how does that change over time?
While I’m not normally a big kidfic fan, I do love Six, and glimpses of the three of them growing and changing as a family would also be neat.
The Queen’s Thief, Irene/Eugenides
I'm basic as hell, just give me more stories about this pairing, preferably set in or after the canon timeline. Any rating is fine. Some specific prompts:
Any of the missing scenes we get glimpses or echoes of in Return of the Thief, including the night after the Pent ambassador incident, the Atté Atté scene, the aftermath of the fight they have after Irene’s pregnancy is revealed, etc.
Reciprocal caretaking, whether it’s Gen after one of his many mishaps or Irene after the miscarriage. I’m just feral about the thought of these people letting themselves be vulnerable enough to accept tenderness.
Early in their marriage, teaching one another new things (this could be E-rated, or entirely gen—I love the idea of Irene learning some thief skills, or Gen realizing his wife does indeed have a lot to show him about running a court and a country).
A well-deserved interlude of companionship and camaraderie with Helen and Sophos, as quiet or as raucous as you please.
The Goblin Emperor, Thara/Iäna and Maia/Cstheiro
So, I put in my Yuletide requests before I’d gotten around to reading The Grief of Stones, and now that I have done so, I am absolutely desperate for more of Thara in the aftermath of that book. In the event that you’re already writing a Maia/Cstheiro story, I’d be delighted if you could weave in the Amalo crew. And vice versa, if the focus is on Thara and Iäna, I’d be happy to see Maia and Cstheiro appear either in person or mentioned in conversation! (Also, Tomarasan is a delightful addition and I’d be thrilled to see her.) Some prompts, heavily weighted towards the first pairing because that’s where my head is now:
Thara finally tells Iäna the truth about Evru. This could be before or while they are getting together, or something that finally comes out after they’re a couple. I just want to see that confession (which is how Thara would think of it) and Iäna’s responding compassionately.
Hurt/comfort focused on Thara’s recovery from the revethavar. Whether it’s taking Iäna up on the offer of company to deal with his nightmares, or going through ongoing treatment with Othala Rasaltezhen, or coping with the loss of his abilities, I want to see him experience some comfort and healing, whether or not he regains the ability to witness.
The Archprelate’s new mission for Thara requires him to pay a visit to Cetho, with or without Iäna, and in interacting with Maia and other members of the court (including Csoru?) he realizes how much he’s changed and how much fuller his life has become in Amalo.
Thara and Maia start exchanging letters, for whatever reason, and each finds the other a surprisingly helpful confidant.
Whatever you’re writing, I hope you have fun and I look forward to reading!
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Re: TC/IP-T- What would the two of them be doing in a modern AU? Obvi there are a lot of theatrical or musical possibilities for Pel-Thenhior, but would Celehar be a catholic priest? A private investigator? An undertaker? I'm not sure. Alternatively, I love to think about them as grumpy old men in an established relationship.
*cries in emails* I'm so sorry idk how I missed this
maybe this is a boring take, but...the cemeteries of amalo verse is already kind of modern to me? at least for the purposes of translating their occupations, I think iäna would still be an opera director and thara would still be a witness or at least some kind of clerical detective. if we're talking about an our-world au, i see him in death care (or a PI as you said) or maybe both?? babygirl is certainly a workaholic whatever universe he's in<3
man now i'm just imagining the insanely experimental kind of productions iäna would put on lmao. budget permitting he would not leave out a single element of design available to him
and YES grumpy old men in an established relationship for SURE. with a porch, even. on which to sit together and watch the sun go down while they pet their own kitties. (who were once strays. and then they adopted them. all of them.)
#idk i very much interpret mondern au's of fanstasy novels as still maintaining all the foundational worldbuilding assets just#with the addition of some more modern things like. cell phones i guess. and boba tea.#now i want to draw them with boba...#but even then this is a magic world so their tech would probably look totally different!#and that is a lot to think about haha#apologies for the boring response anyone is welcome to add on#ask#arguenot#thara celehar#iäna pel thenhior#cemeteries of amalo
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For the Thariana prompt request, perhaps something backstage at the opera? Love your art, and thank you 😊
god im sorry anon you were probably expecting something wholesome like encouragement or a good luck smooch...read under the cut for some spicy 😳😳
ID: two digital sketches of thara celehar and iäna pel thenhior. 1) drawn from the waist up, thara seen from behind, pushing iäna against a wall backstage. one arm is crooked back, hand disappearing below iäna's hips. he's making a " >:) " face in a speech bubble. iäna, blushing fiercely, eyes squeezed shut and clinging to thara's shoulder is saying, "OH...Thara! Curtains are--ah! in 5 minutes fuck not that I'm complaining you're not usually so-" thara says, "SHH." 2) thara moving down onto his knees, pushing up iäna's coat. iäna, still with eyes shut and clinging to thara, is biting his hand to muffle himself, uttering "merciful goddesses." end ID
#i mean...it IS a good luck smooch. just. on his...you know#*looks across the room at ambrose and celebros*#and this is nothing if not encouragement#break a leg is out suck a dick is in#anyway#beshelar would not approve#my art#described#thara celehar#iäna pel thenhior#and THANK YOU🥺 💐
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Would send a message but ask's fine too — choschezha is from the Blackbird series by celebros!
Iäna still looks thrown, but he shifts and resettles. "I'm sorry, choschezha," he says, Barizhin for "my dear" -- quite intimate, but not necessarily romantic. My heart catches in my throat. It's a compromise -- public affection without incrimination. I accept the peace-flag.
aCK THAnk you GOD blessings on your house my friend a;ldkfjawl;fkjdslkfs
#screaming shouting cant believe i forgot its from my own fucking writing partner#aj answers#quotesandmiracles#ask
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I don't want to be greedy, but I want to hear about any (all?) TGE works in progress.
oh boy, a big and possibly unexciting answer actually!
my main and loudest focus is the goblin emperor pirate au, which i'm unsure whether to assume you, my dear anon, have heard of, so quick rundown: What would happen if Maia's gay sea captain aunt Shaleän came for him after Chenelo died and snatched him out from under Setheris' nose? Mainly, he becomes the world's most compassionate pirate under Shaleän's captaincy, and sails for a happy five years before shit hits the fan in just... so many ways! featuring: a whole lot of very slapdash headcanons about the various and sundry countries addison mentions, an undercover csevet with several ultimately unconvincing ulterior motives, telimezh being the only rational person within several hundred square miles, and the phenomenal celebros and i pretending very hard that we know literally anything about sailing a fucking tallship (also please read celebros' fic if you haven't, she is a legend and an icon and i will never stop feeling kind of dizzy that she wants to write with me)
the pirate au will involve some side-fics, bc c and i are at this point physiologically incapable of not creating a whole lot of apocrypha for this bc it is all either of us thinks about anymore ;lakfjwae
side-fic ideas:
a fic that will take place after the end of the main story, in which deret goes to work for a very liberated version of csethiro (csethire ceredel here) and ends up forced to deal with a much freer cala who spends his ethuverazhin ex-pat life fucking around with hedge magic (and starting a lot of fires by accident), and they fall in love while deret grapples with his own very fucking tangly sense of self, and it's extremely cute
telimezh backstorying and possibly pre-main fic pov stuff, his take on the maia he meets, which sounds boring but boy howdy if we do it, it will be Feels Central
we already have various and sundry drabbles about Shaleän and her wife (Freja Pelnoor-Sevraseched) and also her second-in-command, Paris, who we are GOING to make you care about, you have no fucking choice, you will join us
and god only knows what else
also vague plans to actually attempt a thara celehar-as-the-abhorsen crossover fic, bc c and i have the exact same brainworms, but that'll come p far down the line (gotta finish this beast first)
i'm futzing with various attempts at character studies of iäna and his relationship to music and singing (for personal reasons ;lakdfjaowef, me? overinvest a character with my own experiences? NEVER!!!)
also... possibly a thara time loop story, bc i just have this very loud idea that he could invent reasons not to give iäna a chance for 1000 years, but huck a guy in a time loop and who even Knows what can happen ;) (suffering. suffering can happen. i'm so sorry.)
oh and i'm taking repeated runs at a deeply homoerotic Nohecharei Dress Maia In Lieu Of The Edocharei fic, bc people always do the clothes porn for taking the clothes off, but have you ever had someone dress you?? it's incredibly fucking intimate!!! augh!!!!!!
everything else is p much just stuff i banged out the first 500 words of in a fugue state and won't get finished, but the lovely thing about writing is that everything gets used at some point!!!
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