I’m gonna write a fanfiction where all the characters are reincarnated into modern Paris… except for Javert.

In a sense, all of the characters died in a way that was satisfying to their lives (Ex: Fantine died sort of knowing her daughter would be taken care of, The Amis fought and died for a cause they deeply and truly believed in, Valjean passed after making sure Marius and Cosette were together and that his daughter was happy). They left this world with a sense of fulfillment and closure, thus able to come back into the world no regrets or unfinished business.

Javert did not.

Javert died on his own terms, confused and upset and the complete opposite of fulfilled; the man he had been hunting for literal years not only saves his life but also reveals that he is a good man and that Javert’s entire world view has been wrong. He cannot deal with this reality, and so takes his own life.

So instead of being reincarnated, Javert becomes a ghost.

One of the strongest attributes to ghosts and hauntings is that the apparition is unable to move on; usually something is keeping them tied to this world even when everything else has changed and whatever is keeping them there is no longer part of this living world. They need to resolve whatever is keeping them on earth and then descend in peace.

SO long story short I want an AU where the Amis/Valjean, by cosmic serendipity, come together and discover Javert’s ghost haunting the Seine and must figure out how to help bring him peace, while in the process discovering who they were in a past life

I’ve been hearing a lot of noise about “characterization” Lately, and I’m getting a little bored. The amount of times I’ve read people complaining about Javert being “Weeaboo”d or turned “soft” by the fandom is so annoying? To think that people are whining about showing a side of a character that we actually have no idea about- he’s never been in a vulnerable situation so we can only speculate anyways. Also, everyone wants to talk about his “complexity” but any version I’ve heard that’s “right” is p difficult to work with, writing or exploring or what have you, and seems sort of one dimensional? You can’t have complexity without-well, complexity. (and I understand the allegorical nature of him as the personification of “the Law”, but that is a different rant) If someone decides to give him a small tender streak in between all the stoic Pharisaical shit, why make that fuss? Why? Why rain on people’s parade? 

So, here is my Javert- total asshole, snark extraordinaire, cares only for the Law, his dog, and shitty diner food. When/If he falls in love, it’s slow and rocky and completely. He drinks black coffee, lives with a form of OCD, hates onions, has a crush on Julie Andrews. And he don’t give a fuck if you think he’s “soft”

aligheiris asked:

(prompted by yr last art) pls consider: child math and science prodigy javert being invited to some Big Important Space Science Thing at like twelve

oh!! i did kinda imagine something like that when drawing actually, sort of like:

javert comes from a sort of messy home, his mother is chronically ill as a result of all the extremly stressful events they’ve been through, and his dad is god knows where, and they live on what little government gives out, so he ofc never has enough money to go on field trips with his class. 

the class teacher sort of likes him though because he’s a really good student(even though he never opens his mouth to speak) and she notices javert is super good at science and astronomy, so she makes him do the entry test to the junior national competition of astronomy and stargazing or smth, and his score is flawless so she takes him there, and he really really loves it and is so excited and she even buys him a mini telescope because she’s happy he seems to be having fun for the first time.  

and let’s say it’s a competition and he wins the whole thing and he’s super proud and he gets a diploma and a lil shirt, but then when he goes home to tell his mother she doesn’t even notice he was gone, so he just hides the stuff under his bed and curls up on his bed. 


Big thanks to Le 85ème Régiment d'Infanterie de Ligne Napoleonic re-enactment group for the cosplay photo fun.

These are the people who made the shako for my Toulon Javert costume and, despite travelling from Holland to the UK, invited me to come to Battle of Nations in Nottingham with them so I could take Javert cosplay pics with them.

Result, AWESOME!

  • *classmate gets in trouble for talking when I was also talking*
  • me:who am I? Can I condemn this man to slavery pretend I do not feel his agony this innocent who bears my face who goes to judgment in my place. Who am I? Can I conceal myself forevermore pretend I'm not the man I was before and must my name until I die be no more than an alibi. Must I lie? How can I ever face my fellow men? How can I ever face myself again?