Expect reblogging from various fandoms, fanart, almost-Live-Blogging of the Les Mis brick and snapshots of irl adventures.
Happy to recieve drawing prompts - just ask away!
Can we just appreciate all the ‘Dafuq?’ expressions here? And Dori peering out from behind Dwalin like ‘Whatchoo talkin’ bout, Gandalf?’
AGH people have been being really nice lately and I CAN’T HUG EVERYONE BUT I WANT TO but I CAN draw wildly OOC* fluff SO THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING.
*I mean, assuming someone gave him dolls of his friends, he PROBABLY wouldn’t actually cuddle them. Usually. Not often, anyway. Only when he was REALLY giddied up on Liberty. Probably.
I DON’T EVEN KNOW ANYMORE.
(I also don’t know who made the dolls.)
we kept our secrets and rules [fullview at ao3]
(Made as part of our second miseres exchange [x], for the request “Valjean, Javert; What-If Scenario”)
Everything comes from light, and everything returns to it.
Enjolras had traversed the revolutionary apocalypse before….and would do so again. You could see it in the stifled fire in his eyes. Unafraid to meet the canon fire, rising from the ashes of one revolution to burn brightly in another, to blaze with the glorious light of the future once more.
We are entering a grave illuminated by the dawn.
(Enjolras as a phoenix - les mis fantasy week.)
Combeferre would have delicate spells set up around his apartment and all the lines of magic perfectly in order and everything is balanced and he can feel the peaceful hum of magic in the back of his mind keeping his books safe and from aging and his apartment clean and his tea warm
MY FEET ARE A BIT SORE
We’ve been doing LOTS of dancing today, trying to work on Masquerade with all of it’s different sections with different groups doing different things! We’ve had to be really flexible and go with teh flow, marking out where the grand staircase will be with chairs and things.
turns out I’m not doing the fancy ballet bit because wow there is not a lot of room on the floor afterthe stairs have been added. BUT I do get to be the drummer! So I’ll be easy to spot with my very fine hat and drum which I will have to work out how to dance with.
Am ever so slightly narked that it looks less and less likely that I’ll be in a corset+dress for any part of this production. But as I’ve said before, I’d be happy being the elephant in the Hannibal scene, so not complaining really.
More dancing tomorrow….
The Phantally remains at whatever it was last time…4…5? Something like that.
I think I need to also keep trak of how many Les Mis refs I spot because that’s definitly around 6. Especially with people temporarily filling in for other people who aren’t there (e.g me filling in for Meg a bit for waltzing lol) and then getting confused and plaintively singing to themselves, ‘Who am I?’ (at least two seperate people did this within earshot of me just today.)