I don’t think I need to introduce the fantastic Talk Revolution To Me, Baby from duskjolras. It was about time I finished those, although I have another bunch awaiting. For now here some e/R from the second and last chapters ♥
He’s a little gruff and he smells vaguely of tobacco, beer, and sweat; he’s tall, and lean, and built with a certain catlike grace which he seems to have misplaced and which Cosette credits to the alcohol.
Joly, Musichetta and Bossuet for duskjolras, because she is awesome and she is doing amazing job with writing about my favorite OT3 (and the rest of Modern!AU Les Amis ofc) in her fic Talk revolution to me, baby! :D
I decided to stick with my headcanon Joly and Bossuet and since I always imagine Chetta as Ruth Negga, I tried to make my cartoon version look at least a bit like her and I failed nanana.
If they hadn’t found Marius and Enjolras there’s not a doubt in Grantaire’s mind that they’d simply spend the rest of their lives like this, curled up around each other and holding hands with a bunch of photographs and sketches spread around them, Cosette’s books taking up both pillows on his bed.
As I am quite broke right now and there’s still three weeks left until my next paycheck, I’m once again opening commissions (but cheaper and properly this time!)
Digital portraits 15$ For each extra character 10$
Usually take me approximately 10 hours of straight work and therefore might take a few days or more as I’m currently working and studying.
For this i need you to supply me with a reference picture (or the name of the actor and I’ll find one and have you approve it) along with instructions if you want anything special in the background, in the form of clothing or setting (bloodied up? bruised? happy? crying?)
Sketches and drawings 5-10$ For each extra character 5$
Anything from a character sheet of your OC’s to your favorite ship cuddling. I’ll draw any fandom and any ship!
Combeferre is fifty shades of not her type. She tends to date people who give her the chance to indulge in the most unhealthy aspects of her personality—her desire for codependence, her desire to live fast without much concern for the consequences. But still, she’s blushing while she looks at the serious and sweet pre-med student sitting next to her. He looks ridiculously at ease in her beat-up piece-of-shit car, with the broken plastic of her dashboard and the cracking leather of her seats.
She dated Montparnasse for a while, a hacker with a fondness for motorcycles and cars and with a golden touch when it came to mechanics, but they’d drifted apart. She even had a thing with Courfeyrac for a bit, but it was short-lived; they are much better friends than they were lovers, even if the sex was fun and playful and exciting. They’d both been partiers, and they’d both encouraged her to partake in her vices in excess.