not that i’m actually on this blog much at all (yo my personal is just -socks instead of -arts), but i’m basically rochethos and scott lang/maggie lang/jim paxton blog now. is that a weird amalgam? yes. have i absolutely no shame? also yes.
Yes, I have the spleen, complicated with melancholy, with homesickness, plus hypochondria, and I am vexed and I rage, and I yawn, and I am bored, and I am tired to death, and I am stupid! Let God go to the devil!
jehan keeps leaving him books of obscure poetry to read
Langon/Sauron, holding hands even in their sleep \ o /
I will probably draw a shitton of these two don't test me this is my otp to end all otps
again, original design for Sauron is by reforgedmairon
Finduilas is in the habit of keeping things in her pockets for her children. There is almost always a biscuit with jam at the center for Faramir, and a new stone she’s found for Boromir, and silly drawings with riddles she’s made for both of them, just like the ones her grandfather made for her and her siblings when they were young.
The riddles are a delight to the pair of them, and it is one time when there is sure to be no quarrel between them, since they love to solve them together, and Finduilas has crafted them to ensure there are parts to suit both of them well.
The most sacred rule of the riddle games is that no one is supposed to help – a rule she has especially impressed upon her notoriously clever spouse.
But one day, the riddle is particularly challenging to the young pair, and Denethor finds their pleading eyes just ever so persuasive, and before he truly realizes what he’s done, he’s told them which of the Citadel’s many wall carvings will hold the answer they seek.
And so Faramir and Boromir eagerly bring the next riddle to him straightaway, and Denethor is torn. He tries to shoo them off, but catches a glimpse of the paper they hold and curiosity gets the better of him.
When Finduilas runs into the three of them attempting to scale the garden wall at the back of the Steward’s House – and quite by her design is the encounter – there are several moments where all three feign innocence before realizing they’ve been caught.
Because of course she’d known that he helped them before, and had designed her next riddle carefully to see if she could entice him into doing so again.
For the answer to this riddle was indeed over the garden wall, but it was not the expected solution (which involved one of her favorite blooms, called seregon in Sindarin, and a rather clever play on words requiring a nuanced understanding of Steward Beregond’s politics that should have instantly made him realize she knew he’d be helping).
Rather, it was quite a splendid little ‘just because’ picnic waiting for the four of them, with all the jam biscuits Faramir could dream of, and at least four and twenty other lovely things one only discovers on warm afternoons in the presence of those one loves best in all the world.
Title: Wisdom to Know the Difference Rating: General Audiences Fandom(s): Les Misérables Relationships: Fantine & Javert, Fantine/Javert, Fantine & Javert & Jean Valjean Characters: Fantine, Javert, Jean Valjean, Cosette Fauchelevent, Marius Pontmercy Additional Tags: AU - canon divergence, Javert Lives, Ghost Fantine, Slow Build, Work in Progress
Dead doesn’t necessarily mean gone. In the ugly morning hours of June 7th, Javert falls over the bridge’s edge, and Fantine’s ghost pulls him out of the river. Now they’ll just have to live with the skeletons in their collective closets - for a given value of “live”, anyway.
Chapter 2: They yell at each other a bit. Fantine gets the feeling this is going to be par for the course.
we only bloom in the violet hour
He studies her, taking in the thin limbs and black hair and the gray bruise slanting over her gaunt cheekbone. Joly had once compared Cosette to the sun, and it strikes Enjolras now that her darker counterpart is the moon, all shadows and secret nights, with no radiance to call her own, her beauty waxing and waning until the clouds part and, for a fleeting moment, you tilt your head back and see her for what she is, and she suddenly bathes you in silver.
im crying over javert getting stuck in the corner with grantaire he’s just like Why
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