in case you were wondering, no, I am not over the fact that grantaire died sprawled at enjolras’s feet,
(Source: marslesbian, via just-french-me-up)
in case you were wondering, no, I am not over the fact that grantaire died sprawled at enjolras’s feet,
(Source: marslesbian, via just-french-me-up)
Marquis de Lafayette’s last political act was resigning as commander of the National Guard because he refused to order the Guardsmen to fire on the rebels of the June Rebellion–the very same June Rebellion of Les Miserables fame
(via just-french-me-up)
ghostdog401 asked: If you're still looking for fic prompts what about e/R and a secretly royalty AU? Or just anything with a fairytale type feel?
Okay I see what you’re saying there but WHAT IF WE DID BOTH??? This got so long, I’m sorry, I got overexcited about fairy tales and I wrote 5K in like a day. (No for real this is almost 5000 words, Jesus, self, what are you doing.)
Enjolras is a wished-for child, and he’s told as much every day by his mother, who bought his life with a few drops of blood on white silk in a gold embroidery hoop. From the minute he learns to talk, he’s as fair as the sun and as sharp as her needle, and his country adores their young prince with their whole heart. His mother Queen Lamarque is a good ruler and her Prince Consort is nice enough so all is well, and Enjolras grows up believing passionately in the rights of the people. His tutors despair of him as a monarch but are delighted with him as a politician—it’s very strange for everyone.
And then the Queen dies, and everything goes to pieces, because the dowager Prince Regent isn’t a ruler by nature and Enjolras is still too damned young to take her place and it’s all quite a mess. Vital government services are falling through, taxes are going uncollected or over-collected, the generals of the army are making warning noises about neighboring countries taking advantage of their weakened state, and everything is teetering on the edge of chaos.
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.
Remember kids, Grantaire followed his dream and got shot along with him
Why are you like this.
captainamerica-in-middle-earth:
I want a revolution.
I’ll call the Les Mis fandom.
I want a successful revolution.
Call the Hamilton fandom.
I’m having a contest with myself about which fic will make someone cry first.
Reblog for the time difference.
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.
I’m having a contest with myself about which fic will make someone cry first.