#arithanas

[jadedbirch]

Sending all the good vibes and prayers for this ordeal to be over

thank you, love <3

[firestorm717]

Hey, hello! I have this idea of running a fic exchange about musical theater pieces. This idea have been in my mind since December and it refuse to go. You seem sensible, please, help me discern if I must let it go or if I should pull it through...

That sounds like a great idea! I’d be interested :) However, do you mean fanfic for a particular musical? Because “musical theater pieces” covers a HUUUGGGEEE range of fandoms: Hamilton alone has hundreds of fans just on tumblr.

[esteliel]

What's Porn Battle, please?

https://pbam.dreamwidth.org/6872.html has an explanation - it’s a prompt fest for porny fic, basically. :)

[jadedbirch]

@arithanas This is me filling your prompt for “Drunken cuddles” with Unspecified which means Athos/Grimaud ;).  

Here they are in the Canonical Cellar™.  Enjoy!

Rats could see in the dark, couldn’t they?  Well, it was comforting then to know that he had not quite turned into a rat, because he could not see beyond his own nose.  Which, for the record, wasn’t particularly long for a Frenchman.

“Wine,” Athos intoned, uncertain whether this was a statement of fact or an order.  Something dripped uncomfortably close to his ear.  “Grimaud, you bumpkin, I need a new bottle,” he said resentfully.  Silence greeted this request.  “Are you trying to sign to me in the tenebral darkness of this shithole?”

Shuffling, and then an uncertain hand holding his own in the middle of an oily palm.  Fingers pressing letters into his skin.

“I don’t know how long we’ve been here,” Athos replied to the question written into his hand.  “I don’t know how many bottles I’ve had!  You sniveling pest, get me a new one!”

More shuffling and then the sweet relief of a cold glass of the neck of a virgin bottle in his grasp, waiting to be devoured.  Athos pulled the cork from the neck with his own teeth, his laughter echoing back from the damp walls of the cellar.

“Good.  Now find me some more of that sausage.  And don’t even try blaming it on the rats if there is none left, for bereft food we’ll have to leave here, and I, for one, am in no hurry to behold your physiognomy in the cursed light of day.”

Something thick and meaty was thrust into his opposite hand and he sniffed it, savoring the peppery aroma of the delightfully stuffed intestine.  

“Are you still hovering, Grimaud?”

Silence.  The oppressive silence of a judgmental domestic.

“How much did you have to drink?” Athos suddenly laughed.  The hands were back, tracing letters into the exposed skin of his forearm.  “What is MANY?” He laughed again, an unexpected gulp of happiness, followed by a flurry of uncontrollable giggles. “You’re a dolt,” he snapped, grasping his servant by the wrist. “How are you wounds?” The wrist decidedly... shrugged in his grasp.  “Well let me see... feel... what have you.  This is ridiculous.”

The rustling of clothes as the poor kid sank down next to him and then his hands being pulled forward, only to land in a clump of heavily oiled hair.

“Great news is that you appear to still have a head,” Athos stated, letting his delicate fingers trace over the bumps and scrapes of the assaulted servant’s scalp.  “Although I cannot attest as to the presence of a brain.”  The head nodded beneath his fingers.  “Are you certain, Grimaud?  Surely, if you truly had a brain, why would remain in my service?”  Another giggle escaped him and Athos hastened to wash it down with several deep gulps of the innkeeper’s best wine.

A hand, tentatively poking him in the center of the chest.

“What?”

Another poke.

“I?  Yes... I.” He took another drink.  “What of it?” A grunt of frustration escaped the domestic’s throat.  “Oh speak already!  You ever-present growth on the miserable ass of my life.”

“You, Monsieur, are why I remain,” Grimaud spoke, his voice piercing Athos like a rapier to the heart, so unaccustomed he’d become to the sound of it.

“You’re an imbecile,” he retorted immediately.  Taking another bite of the sausage, Athos let a quiet sigh escape into the darkness.  “Thank you,” he added, quietly.  Then he extended his hand and pulled Grimaud to the ground at his side, until his could wrap his arm all the way around the wiry frame.   “Go to sleep,” he half-pleaded.  “I’m sure I’m much more tolerable in your dreams.”

Through the thin cambric of his shirt, the light touch of his servant’s lips unfolded into a smile.

[jadedbirch]

arithanas replied to your post: Team, I need to cut this shit out with the virus...

Do you want me to write porn too?

However you think you can best channel that sexual healing energy my way ;)

[jadedbirch]

El! Can you recommend any good Post-End FlintHamilton fic? I need comfort!! PRETTY PLEASE WITH SUGAR ON TOP!

Tana, I’m a turd!  I haven’t been able to bring myself to read very many post-canon fics yet b/c I’m devastated.  However, even though I have not read it, I can guarantee 100% that my Nemesis does good shit, so you should read this.  I’m sure it’s fab ;)

Also, I’m gonna go ahead and tag @flintsredhair b/c I bet she can answer this question much better than I can.

<3

[jadedbirch]

Hey! May I ask you which tag do you use for BS season 4? I'm too far behind and I would like to avoid spoilers, if I can.

Hey Tana!  I don’t have a season 4 tag, alas.  What I do is I usually tag spoilers as “black sails spoilers” for upcoming episodes until the day after they’ve aired on STARZ.  So, if you’re far behind, this will be totally useless to you, and if you (or anyone else) need unfollow me for now, that is cool :*

[rogueslove]

Fanfiction: Heir of the Cut-Purse Kingdom

Author: Arithanas

Verse: 616

Ship: Romy

Author’s Synopsis: “Rogue thought she knew every angle of Gambit’s past, but a desperate move to save his father reveals a deadly secret he’s been keeping: a high-stakes quest tied to the Thieves’ Guild’s most ancient history. This dangerous gamble threatens to uncover the staggering truth about the Guild’s unknown origins and the dual nature of every Master Thief.”

Notes: Gambit-centered, with lots of world building and a bunch of romy sweetness.