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ariel2art · 5 years ago

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To be loved (Enjoltaire)

Chapter 1 I went too far

TW: Implied suicide attempt, Alcoholism, Depression, references to dysfunctional families

Grantaire goes too far this time and it's Enjolras who decides to pick up the pieces, even if he's slowly falling apart too.

Will they be able to save each other from the pain?

Note: Hi, this was my first Les Mis fic. I decided to publish it here. I’m currently trying to write chapter 3. I don’t know if I’ll ever finish it tbh, but I hope you like what I got.

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23843473/chapters/57300742

It was all over.

The fog that covered his mind was getting thicker. He didn't feel anything. There was no more pain, no more resentment, no more bitterness, no more love, no more desire. His body was lost in an unperturbed ocean, the small waves caressing his body. There was no sound beyond their gentle murmur. He realized how gigantic his ocean was, but didn’t feel any fear, it was home.

He opened his eyes.

Above him, a dark sky watched in return. It was its own ocean, one covered with stars, which formed constellations. Oh, how he wished he could become one of them, be part of some masterful constellation. To be a star that never ran out, something beautiful and eternal. I could live with the others, without having to worry about anything, anything at all. People would look at the stars from Earth and the stars would listen to the depths of each person.

He didn't know if he was drowning in the very mantle of salt or If he was placed in that starry sky, where chaos faded, where he could be free. He raised his arm, trying to get closer, looking for peace.

And, content, he decided to sink.

Suddenly...

_Grantaire! Grantaire!

That voice... That voice that called him, it wasn't any voice, it was the most important of them all. It was the voice that took him away from that desired peace and at the same time gave it to him. A voice that didn’t let him sleep, the voice of his desires, the voice of his wishes and fears, the voice that could raise the world from its ashes. It was something powerful, full of an intense passion, a passion that burned and made it a symbol of hope, even if it was only for a beautiful moment. His words were the sword and the voice the handle. When it was calm, however, the voice could be as warm and soft as it wished, like a cabin fireplace after a bitter cold. What would Hans Christian Andersen's sea witch would give for such a graceful voice? And the owner of that great voice was like fire itself. Brilliant and attractive, revolutionary in a way. But the danger, the great disadvantage, was that if you got too close to him you could get burned. And Grantaire had been burned countless times.

A hand shook him, gently but firmly. That touch was the first tangible sensation he felt in minutes? hours? days? He slowly opened his eyes, which felt charged and exhausted.

His blurry vision managed to focus, after a few seconds, on an angel, his angel. The angel with the flaming voice. He had blond hair and a marble-white complexion, even a halo covered his head or so it appeared. He also had blue eyes that seemed to have seen everything in this world. Was it from those eyes that his ocean came? Grantaire thought that perhaps he was finally dead, because it could not be that his angel, his Apollo, was looking at him with a frown, but not out of irritation but out of... Concern? Really? No, it was impossible. His angel felt annoyance and pity for him, and only that. No matter how many times Apollo tried to show him it wasn't true, it was hard, excruciating, to believe him. And this was his curse, the cross he carried on his back.

It was painful, the times when his angel slashed him with his sword. Until one day, inexplicably, the angel took pity on him. He sheathed his sword and observed the young man with an indecipherable expression.

“I don't hate you, Grantaire. I never did. “

“How can I believe you when you’ve showed me nothing but disdain?”

Then a sigh came from Apollo's mouth, which reached his face, as if with a breath he could bring his pitiful self back to life. But why? Grantaire didn't want to live anymore, he'd had enough.

_You're awake. That’s good_ breathed out Enjolras, the Apollo of the mortal world, dressed in red, presenting himself to Grantaire in all his glory _. I was afraid for a moment that...

“That I would have died? Would you really have cared?”

Grantaire blinked a few times as his senses reappeared and he felt his feet on the ground. His head laid on a wooden table, his body was reclining in a chair, bent uncomfortably. On the table, near his arms, there was something spilled, and judging by the smell it was whiskey. It wasn’t the first time the man had been in such a situation, but he had never faded from this world like that before. It was really as if his soul had left his body. A small fear invaded his mind as he realized the seriousness of the event. Death no longer looked so attractive. For being mortal, no matter what one did, everyone would always fear death, deep down in their souls.

Grantaire lifted his eyes, meeting those of Enjolras. They were glassed-in, fearful, but not giving up their bravery; he no longer had that halo surrounding his head_. Look, I have to get you out of here. I don't know if you can hear me, but we have to go, okay?

_ En... jolras?_ whispered the one who was being called. His voice sounded hoarse and foreign to his ears. His throat was sore, as were his muscles.

_Yes, it's me, I'm here._ Enjolras bent down on one knee to reach Grantaire better and to try to get his attention. With a pale hand he caressed Grantaire’s cheek, granting a bit of warm and light.

“What a sad irony “ Grantaire thought, smirking to himself “Apollo lowering to my height. It's what should never happen.”

_Can you hear me?

“I always hear you”

But out of his mouth only came a pathetic "uh." The blond bit his lower lip and that's when he decided he couldn't waste any more time. Standing up again, Enjolras grabbed Grantaire by the waist, pulling him out of his chair, and placed Grantaire's arm around his neck for support. The alcoholic almost fell to the floor, but Enjolras had more strength than he let on and caught him on time.

The world was spinning around Grantaire, his legs were shaking, his back and neck were uncomfortable because of the position in which he had been inert. He felt a bit of bile in his throat and scorching eyes. He would have preferred to fall down and not get up again. Oh, how tired he was. Everything hurt.

Enjolras said a few words to the bartender and took out some coins to pay him. If Grantaire had been more conscious he would have felt guilty about it, but all he could do was stare like a fool. And so they both left the bar.

After that they crossed the cold, dark street in silence, one of those that were uncomfortable and heavy.

Grantaire still found it hard to believe this was happening. If it weren't for the suffering he was going through physically and mentally at the time, he would have really believed he was dead and that a spirit disguised as Enjolras had come to pick him up and carry him to the afterlife, hell, purgatory, the Underworld, nothingness, whatever. Or maybe he was already in one of them. After walking a few more steps, Grantaire ventured to look at him. His Enjolras (“you have no right to call him that”) had shadows under his eyes, a tense jaw and looked like trying very hard to maintain his courage, but the illusion was broken, Grantaire was aware of that. And that terrified him more than anything else. The world could tear him apart all it wanted, but not Enjolras! He didn’t need to suffer because of… because of his troubles!

“And it’s all your fault”

Trembling knees gave up and made him fall. Enjolras caught him again.

_Grantaire, come on, hold on_ was he begging? His voice was dripping with fear and worry_. You can't give up. We are getting there, I promise_ as he said this, the young man held his calloused hand, trying to give some kind of support. Determined, they continued.

“I believe in you, Enjolras.”

The next thing he knew, Grantaire was now laying on a bed and was wrapped in its sheets. Instead of wood on his head a soft pillow was there. Apparently, he had fainted again. But instead of wild hallucinations, his consciousness had completely shut down (well, it was about time). Searching his memories, he tried to remember what had happened last night but for now there were only blurred and dark shapes. He was certain about one thing though, that this time was different, that he almost had had an overdose. His mind had screamed in agony and he only thought of drinking more and more and more to stop those horrible noises. Grantaire was kind of surprised to be alive, in fact. But who had rescued him?

As he moved, he noticed, with a grunt of pain, that his head hurt as if it had been attacked with a hammer. His mouth was dry and he felt like a horse had stepped on his bones. So, the man decided to take a look at the place where he was disposed, which didn't seem so bad. Actually, it could’ve been a lot worse.

He found himself in a modest room. A wooden wardrobe, a shelf and one French flag leaning against a wall. Next to the bed was a night table, occupied by a candle, a few books and a seemingly recent glass of water (Oh, just what I need). At the left of the room was a window, covered by a curtain. And, near it, a wooden desk, with a few papers arranged, an inkwell and a pen, and a few letters in a corner. However, his breath was cut off when he saw who was sitting at that desk, engrossed in the papers.

Grantaire was silent for a few minutes, staring quietly at Enjolras. His heart was pounding strongly. He was expecting Joly's concern or Bossuet's disappointed look or maybe Bahorel trying to lighten the mood, but not Enjolras. What could he do? Go back to sleep? Play dead? No, it was impossible to go back to sleep knowing now that it was Enjolras who had saved him and taken him to the his apartment (I can't believe that I’m in his house, in his room).

Thus Grantaire stretched out his arm to drink the water, his throat could no longer stand the thirst it felt. But, of course, as good luck was never on the alcoholic’s side, what really happened was that he dropped said glass on the floor and it broke to pieces. Enjolras was startled by the noise and turned to Grantaire, his eyes wide open.

_I'm sorry, I'm sorry! _ Grantaire babbled, begging to be swallowed by the bed_. I'll... I'll fix it! For God’s sake, of course I can't fix it, what am I thinking? it's glass and it's broken, but... I'll get you another one! Believe me; I have many glasses, all kinds of glasses...

And what happened next left him mute.

Enjolras was smiling softly at him, dropping his shoulders as if in great relief.

Of all the possible reactions, that was the one he last expected. Somehow, Enjolras’ smile made him even more afraid. He tried, with all his might, to get out of bed and run away from that tiny room, but abruptly was greeted by a puncture in the head that caused him to grunt and hold his forehead.

_ No no! Don't get up yet_ Enjolras had come closer and was pushing him gently onto the pillow_. You were unconscious for quite a while, if you get up like that you will only hurt yourself more.

Grantaire stammered more and then shut up, resigned. He had a lot of questions and didn't know how to ask them. Enjolras tucked him back to bed.

_ Tell me, how do you feel?

_ I see Combeferre taught you some nursing lessons, huh?_ That's what came out of his mouth instead of the truth.

Enjolras sighed and his expression changed to one of annoyance, to which Grantaire was more accustomed.

_ Uh_ Grantaire looked at the wall that was closest to him_. I suppose I’m better than… yesterday, but my head is killing me. And... I'm really thirsty, so I tried to grab the glass, but... _ and gestured to the floor with a movement of the arm_ we both know how that ended.

Enjolras nodded, thoughtful. He straightened up and decided to leave his room.

“I definitely don't understand what's going on”

After a couple of minutes, in which Grantaire entertained himself by looking at the ceiling and walls, Enjolras returned with a new glass of water and an apparently wet cloth. He positioned the water on the table and placed the wet cloth on the sick man’s head. Grantaire felt his cheeks warm as Enjolras gently pulled his sweaty hair away from his forehead, leaving his fingers between the black curls for a few more seconds. Between the cloth and Enjolras' calm presence he began to feel better. His features loosened and relaxed.

_I hope this will help you. Water is quite useful in these cases too.

Mmm_ Grantaire muttered, a slight mocking smile on his lips_. And how do you know so much about these things? No offense, but I don't see you as a person who likes to drink beers in a bar full of noisy, scruffy, dull people.

_ You're not the only one who drinks alcohol in our group_ replied Enjolras, with some exasperation_ And you know that well_ Grantaire wanted to add that last night had been very different from the simple drunkenness of someone who drinks only occasionally, he actually tried to kill himself, but he didn't say anything

Therefore, he sat down and made himself comfortable to drink the water, holding the handkerchief in his unoccupied hand. As soon as the water touched his aching throat he felt refreshed and more energetic. Enjolras just watched him, still pale and with somewhat reddish eyes. He looked sick as well. Grantaire felt a squeeze in his heart. What he wouldn’t give to feel the blonde’s figure in his arms, to calm his anguish. But was it really concern or simply the effects of insomnia? Grantaire really wanted to reach for the first possibility, to embrace it, to feel it, but he was afraid to give himself even a spark of illusion.

_I... Thank you_ started Grantaire, with a hoarse, worn-out voice, effects of excessive alcohol intake_. I mean...

_You don't have to thank me for anything, Grantaire_ said Enjolras, with his characteristic resolution and conviction_. You can stay here until you recover. No, you don't owe me anything_ he replied when the mentioned opened his mouth. And with that he got up to sweep the mess of the floor, and then returned to his desk, with nothing else to say.

Grantaire was astonished at all this, but thought that for now he would just rest. His head was already hurting too badly to continue fiddling the matter. So he lay down on the pillow again and tried to sleep. After a while, he realized that it was impossible. How long had he been sleeping anyway? That's when he remembered the books on the bedside table, so he lay back to grab one of them, to entertain himself for a while, because apparently Enjolras didn't want to talk to him.

“Or maybe he just wants you to rest. Why do you always have to be so negative?”

“Oh, for God's sake, stop assuming things and shut up.”

With a snort, which caused Enjolras to raise his eyes briefly, he took the first book he found, almost annoyed. The cover read: L'Esprit de la Révolution et de la Constitution de France. Saint-Just, huh? It didn't surprise him at all. What's more, He almost expected it. But Grantaire wasn't in the mood to read about politics or philosophy or subjects that required mental capacity and... Oh, yes! Beliefs. So, he seized the following book: Du contrat social- Jean-Jacques Rosseau. With a groan, he held the other books that remained, familiar names fluttering in these: Voltaire, Robespierre, Danton...

_ Can I ask if you possess a simple novel with no trace of politics whatsoever that I could read?

Enjolras left his paper on the table, too tired to be irritated.

_What's wrong with the books I have?

_Well... Do I really have to explain?

Enjolras sighed.

_When I said you could call me when you needed something I didn't expect you to need something like this," grunted Enjolras, with sarcasm pouring out of his voice. People thought the blonde was serious all the time and had no sense of humor, but Grantaire knew better. His humor was simply more... subtle. He knew this because he had observed him a few times during the meetings at the Musain, well, when they weren’t trying to save the world.

_Enjolras! Have you heard the new gossip ringing in town?_ Bahorel had exclaimed one night at the Musain, resting his elbow on the table.

_Bahorel, I don't have time to listen to silly, unfounded rumors," Enjolras had answered, with a calm and tranquil tone, lifting his cup of coffee to his lips.

Bahorel replied, approaching Enjolras_ The friend of a hmmm… let’s say "friend", kept watching you the other day when we were going to college, she was laughing and blushing like a thirteen year old girl!

_How romantic!_ sighed Jehan dreamily, coming closer to hear the gossip_. I think you should take the opportunity, Enj. I’ve met the girl, and she's beautiful, with dark hair and red lips, and…

_ Like Montparnasse, right? _ smiled Feuilly, who until then had been absorbed in a conversation with Joly and Bossuet. The three of them and Bahorel laughed out loud, as Jehan became as red as his hair.

_Sometimes you assholes can be very cruel," grumbled Jehan, with a sort of pout. Courfeyrac pinched his cheek with mischief and muttered something resembling a “aww, you cutie pie”.

While all this was going on, Grantaire was drinking situated at his usual spot, laughing at the comment about Montparnasse, but deep inside he was feeling some bitterness and jealousy. As long as Enjolras was happy he could bear it, though, or so he told to himself.

Bahorel was trying to appease the others, who after a while became quiet enough to listen to Bahorel. Then, addressing Enjolras, he asked_ Would you dare, then? I can introduce you two. You know, arrange a romantic date with candles, roses, whatever you want.

And Enjolras looked back at him.

_ I'm afraid that's not possible, as my "wife" has a name, and that's France.

That day they were taken out of the cafe for making a fuss. Bossuet even fell of his chair and broke his arm.

“Now that I think about it, maybe he was being serious about the France thing…?”

Back to the present, Enjolras set out to look through the drawers of his bookshelf for some "non-political" books. After pulling out a pile of dusty books, which made him cough, he found what he was looking for. It was a book less thick than most of the ones he had on the floor. It looked about 200 or 300 pages long. Grantaire looked at Enjolras' nostalgic and hurt expression with curiosity. Enjolras stroked the cover of the book for a few seconds and quickly composed himself. With said book in hand, he went to bed and handed it to Grantaire.

_ “Gulliver's Travels" written by Jonathan Swift_ Enjolras nodded, sitting on a space in the bed, which increased Grantaire's pulse_. Okay, I really didn't expect you to like this kind of fantasy books_ hhe said, smiling and looking back at Enjolras.

_ I liked reading it. It was..._ hesitated_ a gift.

Grantaire didn't want to be curious, but he had to admit he was indeed. He took the risk of asking:

_ From whom?

The nostalgic look came back.

_ From my mother.

He didn’t expecting such answer. Grantaire was sure it was Combeferre’s gift (the doctor had a passion for books), or even Courfeyrac, who was his closest friend. But his mother? Enjolras had never spoken of his family, ever. Les Amis only knew that they were wealthy and that Enjolras had escaped home because of a huge difference in ideals and thoughts. That probably occasioned some big fight.

After a few moments of silence, Grantaire opened the first page of the book. The handwriting was somewhat small and, the truth was, despite having asked for this in the first place, he found it difficult to concentrate on what was written, his vision was a little cloudy.

Enjolras, noticing this, offered:

_I can read it to you.

Grantaire startled.

_Oh! There’s no need for it, really. I can handle this. I'm just a little tired, that's all.

_Grantaire_ Enjolras raised an eyebrow, with the kind of tone he used to scold Feuilly every time he pretended he didn't need a break. It was a scolding tone but at the same time... an affectionate one? Gods, what did Grantaire do to deserve that Enjolras would address him as he addressed the others?

_But... what about... _ and with a gesture pointed to the desk, full of half-written papers.

_ I have time_ and without waiting for an answer he took the book.

_ My father had a small estate in Nottinghamshire…

Fascinated, Grantaire listened to every word Enjolras pronounced, with total clarity and perfect pronunciation. We had already spoken of the power of his voice and how comforting it could be when the time was right. Grantaire was in love with that voice, and with Enjolras. Oh, but someone like him could not be his, it would be a waste.

_Of five children, I was the third. He sent me to the Emanuel School in Cambridge...

For a moment, the halo of light returned to Enjolras, which disconcerted Grantaire. “What the...?” He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating again. At that, his memory took him back to the night before, when he had woken up and hadn’t seen Enjolras, well yes, he was there, but it wasn’t actually him, he looked like an actual angel. Such a strange vision. How far had his idealization for Enjolras had gone? He didn’t know, but it could be dangerous, to allow himself to fall like that would be his ruin.

Though perhaps he was already ruined.

Hey_ Grantaire came out of his thoughts_. Are you listening to me or shall I stop?

_Oh no, don't stop for me, Apollo.

And Enjolras frowned.

_I'm asking you to please don't call me that.

_Hmmm, I don't know, I think it's something that might fit our leader. Apollo, the most revered god in all of Greece_ said in a theatrical voice.

The aforementioned "Apollo" smiled bitterly.

_I am not a god, Grantaire_ a dark look crossed Enjolras' eyes, which frightened Grantaire. “Does he know?”_ I hope you don't think that of me.

Grantaire bit his lips.

_I don't_ he whispered, clutching the sheets with his hands. To dispel the discomfort, he cleared his throat_ Please continue, dearest leader_. And at this a fond smile crept onto Enjolras' lips.

As Enjolras continued his reading, Grantaire closed his eyes, losing himself in the narrative. He thought that for once luck was on his side. He could have held this moment for eternity if possible. An atmosphere of peace, warmth, and serenity flooded the room, and both Enjolras and Grantaire forgot about any worries that dwelled in their hearts. Both felt deeply fortunate to have each other.

It was just that neither of them knew it yet.

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thatsthat24 · 5 years ago

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Sanderstober Art Prompts 2020

Amidst all the editing and business, I haven’t forgotten to at least begin a list of Inktober prompts for you all this month! I’ll be adding more as I go! And, of course, like always, even if we’ve passed by a certain date (like, for instance, if it’s October 9th, but you wanna share a prompt from October 1st), that’s, of COURSE, fine! And, also of course, you can always join and do prompts at any time, this is purely for fun! The list has now been completed!

Oct. 1st - Take your profile pic or a favorite profile pic in the past and create a spooky version! Double dog dare you to use it as your actual profile pic.

Oct. 2nd - Create a Suit or Dress inspired by a specific candy bar wrapper design!

Oct. 3rd - This year could almost BE a scary movie. I shudder to put this as a prompt… but what would a poster for that movie look like?

Oct. 4th - Because I think the world just needs more of this, I want you to try and create the most wholesome or cute image you can. Little animals? Yes please. Feel-good scenarios? YES PLEASE. This one’s vague, but I don’t care! Lol

Oct. 5th - Take a traditional scary tale (“The Headless Horseman”, “Frankenstein”, “Dracula” ) and portray a plot point or poke fun at a character or characters from the story in the form of a MEME!

Oct. 6th - Nightmare Before Christmas was a tale about if Halloween took over Christmas and made so many traditionally Christmas-y. What if the reverse happened? What would Christmas make Halloween to look like?

Oct. 7th - Avatar: The Last Airbender experienced a renaissance this year! So, in tribute to that, take any character from any other piece of media (animation, TV, movie, etc.) and depict THEM if they also were an uber fan of ATLA this year!

Oct. 8th - What do you think the Sanders Sides characters’ Halloween costumes would be this year??

Oct. 9th - What if the personification of the Moon came to Earth to experience the daytime? What if the personification of the Sun came to Earth to experience the nighttime?

Oct. 10th - Take your Zodiac sign… and make it FASHION!

Oct. 11th - Please depict any Halloween monster, traditional or from a movie, and how they’re currently dealing or adapting to life in 2020

Oct. 12th - Take any character from a fave piece of media of yours and create a Tarot card for that character!

Oct. 13th - Many of us have stories we’ve created in connection with certain songs we’ve heard. For this day, try depicting even just a scene of that story and what song inspired it! If you can’t recall any story connected with a song you’ve heard, maybe just make one up in connection with a fave song of yours!

Oct. 14th - Take a famous painting from any time in history… and October-fy it (Halloween-y or Fall-y would be awesome)

Oct. 15th - Take an ordinary, every day location or refuge (a playground, a library, a treehouse, etc.) and depict the landscape of an entire world based on that location

Oct. 16th - Two games that have helped distract us and gave us much-needed entertainment this year are Animal Crossing: New Horizons and Among Us! What if the characters from Animal Crossing… were in Among Us?

Oct. 17th - Contrarily… what if the characters from Among Us… were in Animal Crossing?

Oct. 18th - A perennial favorite - Depict your OTP and how they’re enjoying Halloween this year. Coordinating costumes? Maybe 2020 is affecting how they celebrate?

Oct. 19th - Take one of your favorite characters from any piece of media. What piece of social media would they thrive on? You could depict either what their media might look like if you’re seeing it on your phone or you can depict them filming or writing for that piece of social media!

Oct. 20th - draw your home state, province, county, or country... if it were a PERSON

Oct. 21st - I definitely have been seeing an upsurge in Uno card usage this year, especially the Reverse card. Take one or several characters, maybe all from the same series, or different characters from different series, and depict them on Uno cards that best reflect their personalities! Make a super cool Uno deck or just one cool Uno card!

Oct. 22nd - Take one (or more) of the Seven Deadly Sins [Greed, Wrath, Gluttony, Sloth, Lust, Pride, Envy] and personify them!

Oct. 23rd - There’s been a lot of movies that have taken fairy tales and modernized them for present day. What if we took a fairy tale… and put it in the distant future??

Oct. 24th - Take a non-human character from any piece of media, and depict how they’d look as a human!!

Oct. 25th - POETRY PROMPT - I wanted to include something on this list that focused a bit more on writing than art, but you are MORE than welcome to create artwork to accompany this. I think we all have one or two specific moments from a piece of media (tv show, movie, video game, book, etc.) that has affected us in such a poignant way that it lives in our minds rent free. Create a poem describing the events of this moment, trying to capture the very magic that impacted you so much.

Oct. 26th - What would a Disney character’s outfit be if they were a member of the Avengers?

Oct. 27th - What would a specific Avenger’s look be, if they were in a Disney movie??

Oct. 28th - There are traditional fears, the ones that comprise many a horror movie… and then there are more niche/unconventional fears, specific to you as a person. They can be potentially silly, or irrational, or conceptual… what would a movie poster look like with that fear being the main featured threat??

Oct. 29th - WRITING/POETRY PROMPT - Wanted to throw at least one more of these in here! Through writing (and, of course, artwork, if you’d prefer!), detail a beloved memory you have connected with either Autumn or Halloween.

Oct. 30th - There has almost been a Pokemon made to pay tribute to almost every animal or inanimate object (sword, lawnmower, sandcastle, key ring, magnets, etc.). Nevertheless, create a Pokemon from SOME object or animal that hasn’t been made and give it a name! Bonus points if you can then create an evolved form of it!

Oct. 31st - It is HALLOWEEN, baby!! Take any character(s), from media or your own OCs, and depict them celebrating Halloween!! It can be them celebrating in quarantine, or out and about since it’s fantastical, just aim for it to be wholesome and Halloween-y. We could always use a bit more of that on the 31st of October!!

I hope you all enjoy this list! Can’t wait to see what you all make! It’s always so much fun to see your creations. If you’d like me to see them, you can use this weird hashtag name #Sanderstober.

#Sanderstober

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rainbow-high-au · 2 years ago

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This is a super self-indulgent ask but Ruby x Jade (or “Hunterson” as my little group of friends on Instagram have started calling it) is my OG Rainbow High OTP allllll the way back from October 2020 and it’s still be all-time favorite SO….do you wanna share any headcanons or opinions on them (it’s totally okay if you don’t want to!! I just saw them on your page from awhile back and got excited haha)

Hey hey hey!

Headcanons and drawings below the cut!

I’ve been meaning to answer this ask for days and wanted to draw stuff for it, so please don’t mind any sketchiness!

I think Ruby and Jade are video game buds. Jade beats Ruby almost every time but Ruby’s a dork and insists on getting a kiss as a consolation prize. Ruby is probably a little more physically affectionate.

Second drawing is set closer to when I imagine Jade and Ruby moved into a dorm together (along with Violet and Bella.) Jade just likes freaking people out a little and Ruby is no exception.

In my AU, Ruby and Jade kinda grew up together. When they were younger, Jade insisted on having Ruby cut her hair. All’s well that ends well.

I can also see Ruby and Jade being the type of people to relentlessly flirt and make dirty jokes. Their roommates can’t take much more of it.

I think they would probably spend a long time as friends who casually and “platonically” flirt so it takes them forever to realize they like each other.

Feel free to share any of your headcanons!

#rainbow high #rainbow high au #fanart #art #jade hunter #ruby anderson #Ruby x jade #Amaya and Violet cameo #a lot of my headcanons are from my au but my au doesn’t have any canon ships #I do think that in my au Ruby and Jade probably dated but then decided to stay friends #I love this ship though

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help-im-a-gay-fish · 4 years ago

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Otp October 2020 day 26 'getting married'

He finally said yes :)

I gather that some of you were probably expecting a drawing of their wedding? Yeahhhhh I'm gonna save that for another time, it is on my to do list.

Original cross and dream belong to jakei95 and jokublog

Original shattered dream belongs to @galacii

Dark cream comic and story is by @zu-is-here

#undertale au #shipping #my art #cross x dream #dream x cross #undertale multiverse #sansest #dark cream #Cross is so excited lol #He's going to marry the love of his life #I feel like this would have happened if dream hadn't been dying and you can't change my mind #Heh #Otp October 2020 #Otp October #Otp October 2020 day 26 #Shiptober #Traditional art.

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lorirwritesfanfic · 4 years ago

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WIP Ask Game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thanks for the tag @winterkeys and @missameliep 😘

I have way too many wips. By the time I finish writing something, six new ideas come to me out of nowhere 😅 I'm trying to organize my stuff so it won’t get too messy. Fanfiction dump is Google Docs (usually fics ready to be edited, final drafts, character profiles, outlines of fic series), original stuff is at Novelist (writing app I use to organize everything related to my original novels). But for this tag game, I'll put everything I have at Writer Plus (which is the app I use write everything) in a similar way I organize my wips in it.

October folder

Choices: CFWC Flufftober

15/10: late night craving: Ahmed x Amanda (F!MC)

Choices: Kinktober 2020 (a year late one shots - congrats on the laziness, lori 💩 )

Speechless (breasts worship) | Annabelle x Veronica (F!OC)

Multifandom Kinktober

Day 5. [working title] Cure (sex toys | creampie): M!Hayden x Natasha (F!MC)

Day 6. breast worship | rough sex: LITG Levi x Jane (MC)

Day 9. What Happens At Night (fingering): Simon x Daphne B.

Day 10. dirty talk | stockings: Ryan x Sarah (F!MC)

Day 11. mirrors | leather: Rafael x Evelyn (F!MC)

Day 12. anal play | teasing: Brody x Delilah

Day 15. begging | scratching (? 🤔): Annabelle x Veronica (F!OC)

Day 20. food play | sex tapes (? 🤔): Lucas x Rosalie (MC)

Day 22. costumes | pet play | envy kink: Logan x Carla (MC)

Day 24. multiple orgasms | joi: Banner x Kate

Day 27. feet | anal sex: Liam x Jade

Day 29. play party | lap dance | silk/lace: Jax x Samantha

Day 31. wild card (sleepy sex, morning sex, silk/lace, sensory play): Hamid x Daphne (MC)

Choices Folder

Blades of Light and Shadow

Soft Side (Follow up to Toughen Up) | Nia x Mal

Bloodbound: Wanted

Chapter 14 | Adrian x Scarlett (F!OC), Samantha [n*fw]

Desire & Decorum (modern day AU):

1. Meant To Be

Chapter 26: A Night Of First Times | Hamid x Daphne (MC)

Chapter 27: When The Bubble Bursts | Hamid x Daphne (MC) [n*fw]

One shot: Practice | Sinclaire x Alisha (F!OC)

Chapter 28: Reconnect | Hamid x Daphne (MC), Sinclaire, Alisha (F!OC)

Chapter 29: Things They Can't Control | Hamid x Daphne (MC), Annabelle x Veronica (F!OC), Bartholomew x Yusuf, Luke x Cordelia

One shot: Refined Taste (working title) | Hamid x Daphne (MC)

2. OTP Asks (Choices/TWC)

Long Distance Love - Part 4: Date Night/Morning | Hamid x Daphne

3. A Promise mini series :

Part 3: Last Chance | Hamid x Daphne (MC)

4. Unfortunate Circumstances - Part 2 | Hamid x Daphne (MC)

5. Pillow Talk series (multiple choices books): Soft Touch | Hamid x Daphne (MC) [n*fw]

Platinum

Heartfelt Apologies | M!Raleigh x Tiffani (MC)

The Royal Romance:

1. For The World To Know

Chapter 13: Decisions | Liam x Jade (MC) [adult content]

Chapter 14: No Matter What | Hana, Jade (MC)

2. A College Romance - Part 2 | Liam x Jade (MC)

Love Island The Game folder

1. Unforgettable Summer:

Chapter 3: Crossroads | Levi x Jen, Levi x Jane

Chapter 4: Too Good To Be True | Levi x Jane [n*fw]

2. (One shot LITG 2) Like A Fool | Lucas x Rosalie (MC)

The Wayhaven Chronicles folder

Breakfast | Nate x Stella (F!Detective) [n*fw-ish]

Art In Motion (figure skating fic) | Nate x Stella (F!Detective)

Blood Ties (working title) | Rebecca, Nate x Stella (F!Detective)

Tagging: @storyofmychoices @lilyoffandoms @homeformyheart

#wip ask game #choices fanfic #twc fanfic #litg fannfic #lovelink fanfic #chapters fanfic #bridgerton fanfic #lorirwritesfanfic #lorircreates #long post #it could be longer though #lmao

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coquelicoq · 4 years ago

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Ouyao Renaissance? When was the first time?? I've missed that completely

ahaha anon funny you should ask! i was trying to figure this out a couple days ago but didn't have much luck, i think because i actually didn’t reblog much about it the first time around, possibly because i felt bad for zizhen having to deal with sect leader yao as a stepdad??

i have narrowed it down to sometime between april 15, 2020, and november 10, 2020, which is not very helpful. my reasoning is that if it had been around earlier, i think @winepresswrath would have mentioned it in this sect leader yao ask (or i at least would have made a reply to that effect), and i definitely referenced it in this post about it not being a popular fandom otp, so it had to have started before that.

however, i think we can narrow it down a bit further in that it was almost certainly before october 30th, and probably not too much before either, or i wouldn't have been thinking about it when i wrote this sect leaders yao and ouyang apologist post. it was probably also after august 11th; otherwise i might have felt inclined to allude to it when implying that a sect leader yao post would be hilarious.

my memory is fuzzy, but i think it started (?) with a tweet (which made its way to tumblr) of a screencap of sect leader yao looking at sect leader ouyang with the caption "he's been pining even longer than lwj" or something. i'm not sure if i reblogged this or not, and a cursory look at my archive isn't turning it up :(

so my best guess is that it was a tumblr thing in october and had possibly made the rounds on twitter earlier. hopefully someone can confirm!

#also just to be clear it's not like there were ever a ton of posts about it #(at least not that i saw)#and probably none of them were...like...earnest about it #but this isn't the first time the ship has been floated!#sect leader yao #sect leader ouyang #ouyao #the untamed #asks #anon #links

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kirbyspits · 4 years ago

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A lot of Makorra shippers only moved on because they’re afraid of being called homophobic for not shipping korrasami. I LITERALLY saw someone on Instagram yesterday call a makorra shipper homophobic just for saying korrasami came out of nowhere. Also, Korrasami shippers LOVE to bring up the "popping bottles" backlash to make fun of makorra shippers. I left the tlok fandom in 2014 bc it was so toxic as a teenager, but now i’m 23. I’m no longer afraid of shipping something i always loved.

Ah, yes, I realized I didn’t address the fandom's toxicity in the last ask, but I’ve spoken about it before. I don't talk too much about the past because I was at the edge of the fandom back in 2014/2015. I was aware of fights, but the discussions I saw were moreso on bi-erasure. I saw one post saying it was wrong to ship Makorra. I remember being really confused about why Makorra was actually problematic, but I didn’t appreciate being told who I can ship the only dark-skinned woman protagonist on a major television network with. Why are you forcing me to ignore Mako and Korra’s relationship? Book 1 is practically about Mako and Korra, all other characters be damned. Me preferring the story of one pairing and a popular romance trope, second chances, is not wrong, and no one would know how I view the LGBT+ community based on who I ship in one show.

I ended up leaving the community because I was disappointed with season 4 in general. When Korra was released on Netflix, I figured it was time to rewatch the series again (plus, I’ve been binging all my favorite romance anime). So imagine my shock when I created a new Tumblr and Twitter account to rant and rave about TLOK, and I saw nothing but hate and name-calling in the Makorra tags. I saw people casually throwing around the word “homophobic,” and one person said people who don’t like Korrasami are just misogynistic.

I just wanted pretty pictures, and people are out here psychoanalyzing shippers! So, I dug through some blogs and to feel more grounded with this fandom I didn’t recognize. After reading through their commentaries and experiences, I actually became more upset at Bryke than the teenagers/children who comment on Makorra posts saying how much better Korrasami is or accuse Makorra shippers of being homophobic.

Yes, I truly believe these comments are mostly coming from people in their late teens and younger, at least in 2020. I can’t speak on 2014/2015, but since we were younger, the early 20s/late teens, I wonder if our age group was also the loudest. Don’t get me wrong, adults can be horrible people and can get really nasty. However, every time I look up the rudest commenters' profiles, they were teens. When one Korrasami shipper wrote “screw Makorra” on my AMV, I figured I’d have some fun trolling them until I clicked on their profile and saw a child. Needless to say, I ignored them and reflected on how parents are allowing their babies on TikTok while my parents freaked out at the idea of showing my picture on FB growing up.

*I’m not still mad about that*

Also, while it doesn’t give anyone an excuse to make such a strong accusation, part of me, as a straight person, feels like I can’t get too upset because I also become very aware of my privilege. The space I’m in is a majority of young LGBT+ fans (at least on Twitter where I’ve seen the most toxicity). Some people see TLOK as their safe space and imply why should there be Makorra shippers when they have all these other cis/het shows they can engage with. It doesn’t work like that, of course. TLOK doesn’t only feature Bi characters. They’re POC/Indigenous, women, and Korra has dark skin. That’s a lot of marginalized communities. Makorra/TLOK is my comfort show, not because she’s with a man, but because of the reasons I just listed. Also shipping Korra with Mako doesn’t mean she’s no longer bi. She’d still be attracted to women.

Here’s who I am upset with tho, Bryke. Mostly Bryan. While Makorra shippers called out Korrasami shippers for cyberbullying, the focus seemed to be on Bryan for making it seem like there was something wrong with them for not finding Korrasami’s narrative satisfying. It was especially sad to read bloggers who identified as being part of the LGTB+ community saying Bryan’s hetero-lens dismissed their experience and then having to defend/proving themselves to anonymous messengers.

Fans saw it as a betrayal. They saw it as the go-head for the rude Korrasami shippers to harass Makorra artists because they “didn’t watch the show correctly.” When the creator, the person you admire, also puts the blame on you, that kind of pain is on another level.

Korrasami shippers played a huge role in kicking Makorra shippers out of the fandom, but we can’t underestimate how much Bryan’s statement is a slap in the face. He used his characters and social justice as a shield for reasonable criticism. Just because we say a story is bad and Asami is grossly underwritten doesn’t mean that we’re against the idea of Korra and Asami being a couple.

Of course, I’ve seen some very problematic statements from Makorra shippers. After all, homophobia is real. However, aside from the actual bigots, people have no issue with Korrasami. They just wanted a stronger connection between the girls. Many people seem to think Makorra shippers were looking for more romance, but we know we couldn't expect that. We can expect more screentime, musical cues, and more emotional support, which most people can see as platonic, but be romantic if you really want to. Mako’s interactions in book 4 can be seen as platonic, but all of us Makorra shippers saw it to be romantic.

Popping bottles! I completely missed that joke in 2014 and I discovered it this year. I agree it’s pretty annoying, but I become a troll and say I’m popping bottles for my Makorra moments. I don’t get any engagement, but I don’t seem to lose followers for it. Maybe popping bottles represents “straight-baiting?” I don’t get it why it’s so funny after all this time, but we’re Makorra shippers. We’re the joke 🙄

Anyways, to wrap up, lately, there seems to be a bit of a shift on Twitter. When I first created an account. I stayed in my little corner live-tweeting about TLOK and Makorra. I had to stop looking at the Makorra tag because it was so negative. Now, I’m seeing people admit they’re cute, and then saying they’re platonic soulmates. I’ll take it, although, as one commenter said, “that’s boring!”

Someone led a Makorra Week back in October, and it was really nice! I have feeling people speaking up on the name-calling and reminding people that we’re talking about 2D characters helped. We just want to be left alone and enjoy the scenes we have in the show, art, and fanfiction.

Keep shipping who you want! Don’t let any stranger shame you for your shipping preferences, especially in fiction! I’m so happy you feel more comfortable shipping these two dorks! You’re not alone! I’ve been a Makorra shipper since 2012, and while I find Korrasami cute (I love Korra, and I love Asami), Makorra is my OTP. I really like them, and I think they were meant for each other.

#kirbyspits answers #come back makorra stans #anti bryke #makorra #tlok fandom

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