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I seem t'ave gotten kinda sick.

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Send my character messages that you think will strike a nerve.

Whether the reaction be anger or sadness.

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(I hope to get a new laptop tomorrow. Let's see how it goes. Anyone wanting to thread with dear 'Vroche?)

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( for those who don’t know my laptop is dead right now )

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My laptop is kind of dead.

Still trying to fix it but so far it’s a no go. I’m trying to save up money for a laptop- I found a few at best buy that were what I like for a reasonable price (280~400).

Anyway, commissions are open, everything will be hand drawn and scanned in.

Line-art- 3$, Colored- 8$; additional characters are 2$.

or if you just have it in your heart to donate to the cause, my paypal is ras.maykaizen@gmail.com

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( for those who don't know my laptop is dead right now )

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[10:48:34 PM] Inspector Javert: Just

[10:48:45 PM] Inspector Javert: Don't mention Father's Day to him

[10:48:46 PM] Inspector Javert: Just don't

[10:48:51 PM] Grantaire: ......

[10:48:55 PM] Grantaire: gav's gonna get him something

[10:49:07 PM] Inspector Javert: ajdshfkjdsah

[10:49:18 PM] Inspector Javert: You took my angry thing and made it cute

[10:49:26 PM] Inspector Javert: *hugs forever*

[10:49:50 PM] Grantaire: c:

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Your muse sees mine dancing/running around out in the rain. How does your muse react?

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Your muse walks in on mine singing an old lullaby to themselves. How does yours react?

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I don't see why I wouldn't. That's the whole purpose of getting the star after all

I could definitely reach th'top'a th'tree with your 'elp!

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My muse can't reach the top of the tree to put the star ornament up. Does your muse help them?

requested by anonymous

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"If y'd'this, y'll g't'ell- isn' tha'ow it goes?" But he tugs at Javert's hand, trying to deter him from the edge. "Don' do this. Y'could 'elp someone, y'know. Don' throw y'r life away-" 

Gavroche continues to tug, trying to pulled the Inspector away from the ledge. "Don' d'tha'. Y'could change someone's life, if y'let y'rself live- don' do this." 

Then, he adds softly, "Death isn' all it's cracked up t'be, dear Inspector."

Javert thinks he’s seeing things at first. He must be, he knows what he saw in the café, lined with the other bodies. But then he feels the cold hand touch his and now he’s can’t move, he certainly can’t bring himself to look down at the child, whether he is actually there or not. His eyes remain fixed on the water below.

"What is better about this?" This world where young boys die for a revolution that saves no one, where men are hunted down?

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How would you react to finding my muse locked in an asylum, having been declared criminally insane?

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I really want a thread with Gavroche with memory loss, like... fuck it's not even a full idea, I just want something angsty where he knows no one and just- yeah.

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needs more threads here.

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A little experiment. Reblog if you don't mind roleplayers responding with lengthy replies containing extreme details.

I really do like explaining things with such detail when it comes to roleplaying but have a tendency to not do so in fear that my partner doesn’t like a lot of detail or they’ll give me something small after all the effort I went through because they don’t approve.

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His question being ignored causes Gavroche to frown. His hands move to his hips, knuckles resting there. 

"I don' 'ave any." Well, it's not entirely true, but then, Gavroche doesn't seek sympathy, so he doesn't bother with the truth. "But s'arigh'. 'm fine on m'own." And he is. He's got friends, plenty of friends, he just doesn't like to bother them, he would rather help anyone else- 

Gavroche smiles. "Don' look so worried, miss." 

"I’m finding myself rather concerned to your state, instead, little friend," Cosette offered a soft smile and calculated for a moment before taking a cautious step forward.

"No one your age should be sleeping on the streets."

"Where’s your family?"

"Your mother?"