words-writ-in-starlight:
I write. I swear to God. I actually love writing fanfic. BUT, and here’s the catch, I have a ton of trouble coming up with short fic ideas. Short anything ideas, really. The most memorable example is that one time I decided to write how I thought someone being able to see the future would pan out, just a few pages of character study, dicking around with super powers, nothing fancy. Smash cut to a year and a half later, I’m wrapping up my 350 page novel and staring dismally at my 200 additional pages of worldbuilding. And it’s always like that, it gets so out of hand.
SO. My solution to that is this. If you have a craving for a specific pairing that you know I ship, shoot me a prompt and I’ll throw together a short fic for you and post it. I’m trying to unwind after finals, so it’ll be good for me, and you’ll get fic, so it’ll be good for you.
Hit me up.
Since that one Les Mis E x R Superpower AU got a hundred notes last night, I would like to remind everyone that I TAKE PROMPTS ALWAYS. My inbox is open, my free time is excessive, and I am bored, it would be my genuine pleasure to write y'all some fic. There is a (perpetually in progress) master list of ships on my blog.
lathori asked: ExR for the ship And the AU is from a post you previously reblogged: "Everybody in the world has a superpower that compliments their soulmates superpower. When together, both their powers increase in strength exponentially. You have the most useless power ever, when one day……" Go forth and write me more ExR
Everyone look at how awesome my platonic soul mate is, she sends me fun prompts when I’m bored. My concept of ‘complementary’ powers might be a little weird but whatever! We’re going with it. To the shock of no one, this got out of hand.
- Grantaire
has the most useless power ever. Ever.
He’s confirmed this with everyone he knows.
- It’s not nifty as
hell, like Eponine’s talent for making tiny storms between her palms—if she
ever meets her soulmate, that’s going to be awesome. It’s not even one of those powers that seems
useless or trivial in the moment but will obviously turn into something amazing
when the person meets their soulmate.
Like Joly, for example. The
ability to cure headaches and hangovers?
Not very impressive, although eminently useful. Flash forward, enter Bousset and Musichetta
and one skin-to-skin touch, and boom, one fully-fledged healer, on a silver
platter.
- And then there’s
Grantaire. Who can make pictures
move. As long as he’s the one holding
the pen. What the hell is that?
Keep reading
lathori asked: ExR. Labyrinth AU. Go. (You know you want to)
Babe,
you GET me. I assume you mean “that time
where modern AU Enjolras made the most ridiculous wish ever and subsequently made
Grantaire’s life miserable,” of course.
- Here’s the
thing. Enjolras doesn’t believe in what
he can’t see and touch and handle with his own two hands. The ideal
of freedom is only something he believes in because he can see it on the
smaller scale, but he’s not religious or spiritual or what have you because it
just doesn’t even occur to him.
- So when Marius tells
him to be careful what he wishes for, all wide eyes and earnest voice, because Marius’
mother used to tell him warning stories about the Goblin King, Enjolras laughs
at him. He’s particularly unkind about
it because Marius interrupted a meeting where they were actually getting things done for once with this nonsense, and
because it’s the twenty-first century and they’re past fairy stories. Marius is offended, and insists that he knows those stories are true.
- “Is that so,”
Enjolras says flatly, and Marius nods emphatically. “Fine, we can test that. I wish–”
- “Enjolras, don’t,” Marius yelps.
- “—that the
Goblin King would come and take all of France away, right now.”
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darkphoenext:
guys, you know how in the brick grantaire falls at enjolras’s feet?
grantaire is standing next to him; they’re facing the guns, though enjolras, at the moment the report resounds, has his face turned to grantaire and is smiling.
grantaire would have to fall across and in front of enjolras to be ‘at his feet.’
when someone is shot, they either go straight down, fall straight forwards, or straight to the side. enjolras himself is pinned to the wall, after all.
guys
guys
i think grantaire may have made one last desperate effort to save enjolras’s life, even subconsciously, by falling across him instead, trying to block the bullets.
i think that might be what hugo was going for.
shit tits fuck my life with a chainsaw.
(Source: bigenderalexsummers, via enjolrarses)
