The fact George Blagden, a presumably heterosexual young man, openly talks about the fact he ships Enjolras and Grantaire with a kind of burning that’s usually only attributed to urinary tract infections, and then posts his own dorky version of fanart calligraphy on the internet without being embarrassed, feeling emasculated or even acting up as if it’s something shameful that he’s doing; it just makes me sit and stare at a corner quietly for a minute because the colours of the world are changing and they’re taking the form of small elven-faun-like men.
I challenge you to write 300 words max about Grantaire and Enjolras watching Hannibal
Their fingers were twisted together, hovering near a plate of crisps that neither of them had touched since the television had flickered into life. The golden one leaned his naturally haloed head into the dark ones shoulder.
“Explain to me why we are watching this?”
“Because it is brilliant,” said Grantaire, the naturally acquired drawl from a lifetime of drinking rolling out the words into something languid and satisfied. The only way he could sound more satisfied would be if he were soaked in wine and stark naked. “I can distract you if you don’t like the murder scenes.”
But Enjolras was transfixed by the images on the screen.
“It’s like… a train crash that I don’t want to see but I can’t look away.”
Grantaire pressed their hands more tightly together, and then he leaned over and pressed a kiss into the palm of Enjolras’s hand. This was a move that would normally earn him the brunt of his fair lover’s attention, but his eyes were still fixed on the screen.
“I just… I don’t understand why you started watching this show.”
“I think… I was drunk…” Grantaire said slowly, and then decided that it would be wise not to continue along that vein. “But you have to admit… it is a brilliant piece of fiction. Doesn’t the music just give you chills?”
Enjolras moved the plate of crisps away from the couch so that they could huddle together more comfortably.
“What I don’t understand is…” he said. “How no one has noticed that his name rhymes with cannibal.”
Grantaire started laughing, and it was a while before he stopped.
Just coloring stuff to warm up before doing some requests. And… Ok, so pastel!Marco & punk!Jean are now ruining my life. Mouse, I blame you. ;A; Btw, I dunno why do I put Connie literally everywhere I can, every single au.
Ah! I’m so sorry guys I can’t respond to your messages at once,- need to share my time between my family, friends and guests (Eastertiemuhh), drawing and tumblr activities. ;u;
"It’s a metaphor, Combeferre, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing."
"I would still prefer it if you took this unloaded musket out of your mouth, Jehan."
Omg that was all kind of adorable, I like that the spell names are just Exactly-What-They-Are-Meant-To-Do <3 Also Apple pie smell now I'm craving for some!
Glad you thought so anon 💚 and haha, the magic names were directly inspired by the Toby Daye series. Who needs fancy names when you can have straightforward ones? :D
(and yes I might be craving apple pie right now. at 3:30am. I did not think this through)
ooh courfeyrac distracting combeferre from his work?
Put a magic twist on this because yay, LM fantasy week!
Building Spells | Combeferre/Courfeyrac | Mature | 1,309 words
Word Count: 1,309
Summary: Combeferre is trying to build a complex spell. Courfeyrac is a distraction.
Combeferre/courfeyrac, wings. (+10 points if there's sensitive skin next to the joints, +100 if there's feelings porn and +10000 if there's grooming)
pretty sure I ticked all the boxes. I hope you like it!
Featherlight | Combeferre/Courfeyrac | Explicit | 3,680 words
Word Count: 3,680
Summary: Touching each other’s wings is personal, it’s intimate, and both Combeferre and Courfeyrac know it. That’s why they don’t talk about it.
Chris McCarrell + Joly costume selfies
Gail and Kelly Sue at a panel on women in comics.
This was the most fun ever, I can’t tell you what it’s like to have Kelly Sue out there punching the same bullshit in the face all the time.
Why does no one talk about the possibility of a Cosette and Feuilly friendship?
Cosette and Feuilly having quiet somber conversations in the back of the Musain about how they both coped with being orphans. Feuilly smiling sweetly as Cosette talks of Fantine and what she remember of her, as well as the father Valjean became to her. Feuilly talking a little of what he expects his parents were like but more about the family he found through Les Amis.
Cosette and Feuilly in an unlikely strong sibling-like friendship. Going out for coffee on Feuilly’s lunch breaks even if his workmates think she’s his girlfriend (he says its not like that). Feuilly stepping in when a guy gets too handsy with Cosette as she waits for Marius to come pick her up. Feuilly being one of the first people Cosette tells when Marius proposes (they tell the whole group, but she calls Feuilly right after seeing Valjean). Cosette making Feuilly godfather of her and Marius’ child (Courf is the other one).
Cosette and Feuilly friendship (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧
grantaire saying apollo whilst glaring defiantly across the back room of the musain, the two of them staring each other down (✿◠‿◠)
grantaire saying apollo as he kneels before enjolras who is sitting on his couch whilst he dabs at a steadily bleeding gash on enjolras’ brow, reverent and careful whilst enjolras stares at him in confusion (◡‿◡✿)
grantaire saying apollo as he pushes himself out of his seat, forces his way through the amis who are trying to stop him, trying to get him to sit down, take a deep breath, don’t do this R, brushing his way past enjolras as he storms from the cafe (◕‿◕✿)
grantaire saying enjolras as he is kissed as sweetly and as softly as he has ever been before, as he is loved and cherished and admired and respected and all the things he never thought he could be, not by apollo - but enjolras is capable of every emotion and that is how grantaire finally realises enjolras isn’t a god because gods are never gentle (/◕ヮ◕)/*:・ﾟ✧