"At the Barriere du Maine there are marble-workers, painters, and journeymen in the studios of sculptors. They are an enthusiastic family, but liable to cool off. I don’t know what has been the matter with them for some time past. They are thinking of something else. They are becoming extinguished. They pass their time playing dominoes. There is urgent need that some one should go and talk with them a little, but with firmness. They meet at Richefeu’s. They are to be found there between twelve and one o’clock. Those ashes must be fanned into a glow. For that errand I had counted on that abstracted Marius, who is a good fellow on the whole, but he no longer comes to us. I need some one for the Barriere du Maine. I have no one."


HI THERE! I am alive and well, even though it really didn’t seem anything like it for the past two months— it’s always so difficult to tell how bad the semester’s coursework will be until you actually find yourself knee-deep in the middle of it, and then you realize it is a festering swamp of responsibilities and assignments that is drowning you and also is probably giving you tetanus. Every day I was like “ugh but I really want to update with something!” and then I would get home at like 10PM and collapse with exhaustion.

So because I am rotting from the inside out with school, here is a sketch of Marius being very responsible with his theoretical frameworks, even in what ought to be pretty stressful circumstances. Enjolras is having none of it. YES all the jokes on this blog are forever going to be horrifying grad school jokes, NO I neither enjoy nor endorse it, but also I am slowly losing all ability to do or be any other way! Please send help. IT IS AS PAINFUL FOR ME AS IT IS FOR YOU

Enjolras and Feuilly Headcannons

Enjolras and Feuilly both had extremely difficult childhoods. Although they didn’t know each other as children (Enjolras’s parents would have had a fit if Enjolras associated with anyone from Feuilly’s social class), they coped with their situations in similar ways. They both embraced reading as an escape. They tried to help others even when their own situations were looking dire. They worked hard to keep hoping and believing in a brighter future. Enjolras also got really good at escaping into his own head, something he sometimes still does as an adult (Courfeyrac fondly describes this as “Enjolras having tea in his head with the Revolution”).

Neither Enjolras nor Feuilly talk much about their lives before Les Amis. For a long time, Enjolras ever only really shared that part of himself with Courfeyrac and Combeferre. Eventually, he started opening up to Feuilly a little too, and Feuilly completely surprised himself by opening up to Enjolras. Feuilly’s surprise increased by a power of ten when he realized that he actually even felt comfortable talking about this stuff with Enjolras. And no matter what Feuilly shared, Enjolras never reacted with shock and never treated Feuilly as something other.

So when Enjolras praises Feuilly or when Feuilly praises Enjolras it comes from this place of understanding and it feels so good to them both.


So on my free time, I get to write with a group of lovely people, and one of the things I wrote with someone sparked this. Merman!Jolras and Pirate!Taire. I’m sharing the line art as well for any of you that want to colour it yourselves. If you do colour it, please share it with me and give me proper credits. I’ll feature my favourite one on the website as a collaboration!



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samyazaz asked:

E/R - satyr!

(Ooh, how interesting! Okay, have some canon-era urban fantasy/mythology AU, with satyr!Grantaire. It’s, um, pretty angsty.)

The years are long and much has changed. The years are long and humans march onwards, and the line between Satyr and Faun is thin - a distinction of duty rather than appearance. The years are long, and Grantaire has moved north, where the streets of Paris may be cold, but they are more welcoming than those to the warmer south of France.

The years are long, and he has lost himself in a maenad.

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enjolras, les misérables

He chastely dropped his eyes before everything which was not the Republic. He was the marble lover of liberty. His speech was harshly inspired, and had the thrill of a hymn. He was subject to unexpected outbursts of soul. Woe to the love-affair which should have risked itself beside him!