Violin Player Grantaire Who Always Carries His Violin Around With Him So Whenever Cosette And Marius

so, uh, hello Les Mis fandom! I’m putting this in the tags in the hopes that people might be interested?

I’m writing a fic called Climbing to the Light.

it’s an AU set in Beauxbatons during the 1970s – essentially it follows Valjean, Fantine, and Javert as students & young adults in France, during the rise & eventual (first) fall of Voldemort

it’s unfinished right now, and will probably be a great sprawling hulk of a fic when I’m done, but should be updating at least once a week so that’s exciting!

(involves eventual Valjean/Javert, Fantine/Javert, and trio – be warned)

(there’ll be a sequel about Cosette & Marius & Eponine & the Amis, set in Beauxbatons during the same timeline as the Harry Potter series, but that’s going to be waay in the future)

Gavroche: Do you think i could fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Enjolras: You’re a hazard to society.

Bahorel: And a coward, do twenty.

“But it’s all a trap.”

AU where Maeglin walks through a hidden door in the mountains and finds an Other Idril.

[Em will write something.]

New chapter up for Climbing to the Light!

in light of the “eponine teases marius with her sexuality which fits the psychology of the book, also cosette needs to not be so saccharine” interview i’d like to propose a motion to make it illegal for old men to talk about female characters in classic literature, meet me to sign the petition at 1am in andrew davies’ back yard

He was sixteen again, and his mother was beating him with her belt, the one she used especially for beating him, and he had had enough dammit he was tired, he'd thought it was over, he'd thought he was safe --

what a stupid thought, safety was never an option --

and he screamed in anger and pain and lashed out, because what else do you do when you think you're safe but the world is lying --

"Marcel, what are you doing?"

And it was the name his mother used, and he hated that name, felt it coating him like slime and blood and he wanted it off he wanted to claw it off he would never be clean never --

but it was different this time, the tone gentle and distinctly masculine, and the arms suddenly around him were not in a vise to hold him down, but to hold him up.

"Marcel, you're safe, no one is going to hurt you, I'm here, it's alright."

So I'm still going through most of this blog, archiving the old rp stuff offline and deleting the posts themselves. If anybody who I used to rp with here (when this blog was still called ask-the-hypochondriac) wants any of those screenshots, you are more than welcome to contact me and I'll send copies of them to you.

But yeah, if anybody's been paying attention to the change in url, this is now gonna be my fic and sketch blog. So I'm going to be rebageling drabbles and fics from my other rp blogs here, dumping original stuff here, posting sketches, that kind of thing. Probably mostly going to be centered on LOTR and the Silmarillion since that's mostly the fandom I'm in right now.

I.. wanted to draw Bahorel wearing that vest [x] and I don’t know what happened.

pxrnbot follows me the day tumblr enacts its new policy.

yeah, doesn’t look like much is gonna really change around here.