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calaathmaza · 2 months
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ID: a digital illustration of thara celehar and iäna pel-thenhior from the cemeteries of amalo series, wrapped up in an embrace and kissing. thara celehar is a pale, gaunt elf with curly hair in a queue adorned with silver clasps. he wears a dark coat with silver embellishments and a silver crescent moon clasp around the collar. he clings fervently to iäna. iäna is a goblin-elven man, taller than thara, with dark grayish skin, high cheekbones, and dark hair in braids that fall past the shoulders. he wears a sumptuous dark purple coat and plum cravat with several gold chains and rings in his hair and on his ears. he glances at thara with deep adoration. end ID
happy valentine's!! 💝 (.....late only by a day)
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aowyn · 1 month
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hiiiiii iana <3
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heyitsrink · 4 months
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I love them I love them I love
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sheepydraws · 2 years
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I hope you like witness for the dead fanart! (Because I intend to make more)
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baladric · 2 years
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if you're not flirting with the composer after opening night, what are you even doing?
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theladymorning · 2 years
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"May I?" he asks, and I am too struck by his tenderness to even question what he is asking. I nod, and his hands come to my throat and unfasten my coat-clasp, then deftly address its buttons. He whisks it off of me, hangs it beside his own, and then guides me to his chair and, by gesture and implication, bids me sit. I obey, and he kneels and unbuckles my shoes, removes them, then hovers for a moment on the floor between my knees.  Something crosses his face, and he looks away.
I’m a few weeks too late to be particularly relevant, but this scene from Even if there are dreams gripped me and wouldn’t let me go.
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tali-zorahs · 2 years
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“And there is silence.
Silence like nothing I've heard. Even the audience is still, rapturous, watching. The only sound now is the tick, tick, tick of the clockwork, and my heart is seized in a vise, waiting along with the rest.
Then the twelve mighty clocks all strike midnight, and I gasp aloud at the magnificence of it, at the sorrow of it, and the perfect rightness.
The lighthouse beacon-light swings around once more, and the light glances off a sliver of Iäna's face, and I see in my periphery that he is turned to me, looking at me. Only at me. He is quiet and calm and open and gentle, his notebook forgotten on his lap, and then as I look back at him I recognize my own hand clasped in his, and my heart stops.
I had reached for him, when the clocks had struck. On instinct, utterly unconscious, had grasped for his hand. In the moment, it had felt right, so much so that I had not even been aware of doing it. And he has not pulled away, and he does not look amused or disgusted or even hopeful. He is just watching me, waiting, perhaps, for me to do something.”
blackbird, chapter 2 by celebros
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artbykhuggs · 1 year
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The Strays of Amalo
Just some wishful fanart of Thara and Iäna because, let’s be real, a whole lot of Things™️ are suddenly going to make sense to Iäna once he sees Thara’s apartment and meets the cats.
Digital Paining, 12hrs
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pel-thenhior · 2 years
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thara celehar: i couldn’t sleep so i went to the vermilion opera to see if pel-thenhior was around
everybody reading the grief of stones:
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lookingformyglasses · 2 years
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If he's willing to run across town with you in the middle of the night to break into a suspicious school for orphans than maybe he's ready to commit to a little more than friends.
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worldsentwined · 2 years
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In the bedroom, in the candlelight, Iäna is fiddling with his braids in the mirror. He looks at me as I enter. "Better?" he asks.
"Much," I manage.
"Thank thee for coming back," he says.
"No, I –" I start, and choke on it, on a half-dozen confessions converging at once.
"I know," he says. "It's all right. What matters is thou'rt here now. Wouldst…? Here. Let me –" He lies down on the bed, body turned towards me, and holds the coverlet up in such a way that it is clear he intends me to crawl not just into his bed, but into his arms.
So the Goblin Emperor discord spoilers channel has been full of flailing ever since The Grief of Stones came out, and a few days ago a conversation in there led to a fic collab that I absolutely HAD to make art for. Please do yourself a favor and read Even if there are dreams by celebros and Sphragis on AO3, with incredible art by @ethuveraz in addition to mine!
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tartan-tardis · 11 months
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The Witness for the Dead books are just great, aren’t they.
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aowyn · 5 months
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[Podfic] Blackbird by celebros
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[Podfic] Blackbird (original text by celebros)
Read by: elrohir (me!), written by: celebros
Fandom: The Cemeteries of Amalo
Relationship: Thara Celehar/Iana Pel-Thenhior
Podfic Length: 2:12:51
Summary:
In which Celehar is stubborn and self-loathing, Anora is worried, and Iäna Pel-Thenhior gets the job done (and looks good doing it).
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bonesjaunst · 7 months
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Big fan of these guys....wah
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sheepydraws · 1 year
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This is ridiculous, and also very important to me.
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skelkankaos · 7 months
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you made it to Thursday! You are now entitled to imagine a fictional character you like doing some mundane activity that you also do without apologising for being self indulgent! enjoy your Thinking-about-that-bitch Thursday
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