#cosette… it’s past your bedtime :(

[theres-rue-for-you]

one day I’ll be able to relax in bed without feeling the urge to sing fantines death but that day isn’t today

[lalarose216]

Anne Hathaway said she was seen as too young to play Fantine, but Fantine was most likely even younger than her. She was an orphan who grew up on the streets and was taken by the first guy who wanted her, even though he was an overweight, balding idiot. Why? Because she wanted nothing more than to be loved, and would accept it from anyone and give herself to anyone, which is typical of teenage girls. It’s perfectly reasonable to think Fantine was a teen mother.

It honestly would be so heartbreaking to see a teenage girl dying, singing to her estranged daughter, “Cosette, it’s turned so cold . . . Cosette, it’s past your bedtime . . .”

But that’s exactly the story of Fantine, and it’s the story of so many people in her situation. People would look down on her because she had a shaved head, because she was a prostitute, because she was missing her two front teeth, but when you see how young she was, all of that just becomes heartbreaking, that that’s what her story has become, that she has lost so much so early in her life.

She’s a little girl who’s been through hell, and on top of that, she has her own little girl who she’s worried sick about.

[podcastbrainrotdad]

Me, happily doing dishes, humming to myself.

My earphones:

🎶Cosette, it's turned so cold🎶

🎶Cosette, it's past your bedtime🎶

You've played the day away, and soon it will be🎶 night🎶

[javert-was-gay]

There is NOTHING more heartbreaking than the line "Cosette, it's past your bedtime"

Fantine hasn't seen Cosette in years. YEARS. When she left her Cosette was still a toddler, and probably barely understood what a bedtime was. Fantine's never gotten to call her in from playing, or argue about bedtimes, because she hasn't had the chance to really be Cosette's mother since before Cosette could even commit her face to memory properly. And the last thing she wants isn't only to see Cosette, but to get the chance to be her mother again.

[macroglossus]

cosette it’s past your bedtime /

you’ve played the day away /

and soon it will be night

[bffhreprise]

Entry 282

 Madeleine, Cosette's character in Ancient Tribes of Earth, always struck me as adorable.  She was a blonde, halfling vampire dressed in the most stereotypical Gothic Lolita dress that I could make, complete with mithral crosses adorning it.  I would have used silver but vampires in the game were weakened by it.

 We were exploring again.  Regularly being free at this time of night, both of us enjoyed small adventures together.  Since neither of us were geared toward fighting monsters, we specialized in collection quests, using stealth rather than force to accomplish our goals.

 Feeling my kitten nuzzle me, I gently rubbed her head.  She was growing slower than typical for a cat, and I wasn't sure why, though I guessed that Aaliyah had done something.  I wouldn't complain, certain that I was going to live for many, many years.  "D-Don't worry, Pufflewink, y-you are an imp-portant part of our c-crew as well!" I assured my kitten.

 Catching movement in the corner of my eye, I looked up and wished that I could be using my own eyes within the game.  A meteor seemed to be falling.  Outside the game, I would be able to make out the tiniest details as it fell, allowing me to guess at what I was seeing, but the possible materials in real life were very limited compared with the vast possibilities within the game.  Of course, I’d be able to grab it and return home in under a second outside of the game.

 "What are you… Oh.  That's pretty." commented Cosette as she caught sight of the meteor as well.

 I started to tell her why I needed it as we watched.  My mind had exploded into action, with each tiny fragment being a separate train of thought.  I knew every last possible material that could be acquired from meteorites as listed in the guild library; many of them were precious.  I needed this.

 As part of my mind considered what could be made from this treasure, another part had already considered multiple possibilities for how to collect this.  Going by the trajectory, we would be heading into dangerous territory.  With help being needed, I had considered who to enlist, eventually crossing off those who were sleeping.

 Thoughts of speaking with others always created a small subdivision of my mind dedicated to anxiety.  Thousands of versions of me acted through scenarios for asking help from each individual, but those were quickly crossed out along with the targets of my pleas.  Countless terrible possibilities played out.  Luckily, a single group of scenarios regarding James and Pufflewink were becoming more and more enjoyable to consider.

 Looking down at my adorable kitten, I explained to her the mission I expected her to complete.  Cosette giggled at parts, but she surely was aware that some of what I said was getting through to my kitten.  Cosette was incredibly observant compared to most, but even she couldn't understand Pufflewink's replies.  Who could blame her, when cats didn't even have a language?  I wasn't entirely certain how I understood either, but I always did, even more easily than my mom had.  Another section of my mind visited the room I kept for Mom, filled with our memories together.

 Watching Pufflewink hop down from my lap, Cosette asked "Do you think she'll make it?"

 I nodded.  "She's sm-smart.  Let's g-get our… g-gear.  T-Time's short.  No n-need for b-bonus?"

 Grinning, Cosette said, "As you wish, but what do we do if James declines?"

 My mind refused to consider a possibility where James would turn down such a cute kitten who had journeyed so far to find him.  He was far too kind to commit such a barbaric act.  "H-He'll… help." I assured her.

 "Thank you, Mila." stated Cosettte when a portion of each of our screens changed to display Pufflewink traversing the hall.

 I was already guiding Nekopawpaw, my precious character, toward town, confident that Madeleine would be following.  We arrived, turned in the quest, grabbed additional gear, and left again before Pufflewink even arrived on the third floor of the mansion.  Our view of her vanished the moment she entered his office.  Mila was either unwilling or not allowed to show us inside, but she did open the door for my kitten, which was enough for me to hear James' surprise.

 “Pufflewink?  What are you doing here?” he asked.

 I was confident that what I heard next was him petting her.  James was a wonderful person.  There was the faint flapping of tiny wings, so I was certain the little fairy was in the room as well.  Mila didn’t allow bugs to remain inside.  With James not saying more, the suspense was killing me, so I went up to take a peek.  Thankfully, they were on the move.  I returned to my seat before Cosette noticed that I had left.

 Mila showed their progress as soon as the group was out of the office, allowing Cosette and me to enjoy the sight of James following a fairy and a kitten through the halls, down three flights of stairs, and toward the kitchen, which was on the way to us.  My brave kitten looked so proud when she wasn't attempting to catch the fairy who teased her, hovering just out of reach.

 I wished I could know what the conversation between James and his little fairy friend was when he grew distracted, stopping and staring at her.  Seconds passed with no movement.  Then the fairy did the most adorable thing, sitting on the back of Pufflewink as if my kitten were her mount.  James blurred off the camera, but I heard him move in the kitchen.  He was back a second later with a floating piece of bacon.

 I could hear the bacon cooking where it hovered before the scent even started to reach me.  A laser shot from the fairy at the bacon, charring it instantly.  Pufflewink was startled by the light, but easily calmed.  Fairy power was real, though part of me cried at the thought of burnt bacon.

 “Mila, please say you’re recording this.” stated James.

 “Of course, Master.  Mother, Lady Pendreigh, Cosette, and Raine are already watching.” she replied.

 “Tell your mother it’s past her bedtime.  Chad wouldn’t approve.” teased James with a charming grin.

 “Quite right, Master.” agreed Mila.  “Mother wishes for me to inform you that she does what she wants.  She hashtagged the response, reiterating that she does what she wants.  There are also a very large number of GIFs attached if you wish to view them.  Mother will surely complain if you don’t, but I warn you that the substantial sum would even take you a good minute to view in their entirety.”

 He laughed, admiring the Princess' response, but I could plainly see that the unburnt section of bacon was finished cooking.  Suddenly, the burnt part broke off, floating over to the little fairy, who happily snagged it from the air.  My poor kitten obviously wanted some as well, but James surely knew she shouldn't eat any.  I had told him before.

 As scenarios of James being tricked by the adorable pair into letting my kitten eat some bacon played through my head, I transformed into my cat form.

 Mila noticed and said, “Uh oh… Master…”

 Unwilling to allow her to get between me and perfectly cooked bacon, I ran to them, took the bacon, and returned to my seat, transforming again as I chewed.  

 “I should’ve known I was teasing two kittens.” announced James.

 Cosette giggled beside me.  I shrugged, still savoring the wonderful taste.

 The little fairy had taken flight, searching the air for the rest of the bacon.  Not seeing it, she flew up within an inch of James' face, staring at him.  They were probably communicating telepathically again.  Without him saying a word, she flew back down to mount my kitten.

 “Mila, where’s Raine?” questioned James.

 Pufflewink charged ahead, already aware.

 “In the ballroom, Master.  Pufflewink knows.  She was sent to fetch you.” explained Mila.

 “Raine sent Pufflewink to fetch me?” he asked, seeming surprised.

 “She speaks cat, Master.  You’ve seen it.” replied Mila.

 “Well, yes, but why wouldn’t she just ask you to call me or come find me herself?” he questioned, oblivious to how much thought I had put into this quest for my kitten.

 “Master, we’re speaking of Raine.  You can’t really expect her motivations to be like most.” stated Mila.

 I frowned until Mila commented on my screen.

 "Sorry, but you are well aware that you are not motivated by the same goals as most people.  I, for one, consider that to be a wonderful thing." she wrote.

 “Fair point.” stated James before sprinting into the room where we gamed, arriving before my kitten and the fairy had traversed the first hall.

 “I-I… I w-wanted Pufflewink t-to h-have an… an adventure.” I explained.

 “That’s fine.  I was just surprised is all.” he assured me.  “So what’s up?”

 “Raine and I saw a meteor fall and thought you might help us go check the crash site.” replied Cosette, smiling pleasantly.

 “I suppose I can play for a bit.  Why are we interested in a meteor?” questioned James as he took his seat, casually flipping over the back to land seated.

 “M-materials.” I stated.

 Nodding, Cosette said, “According to an old book she found, meteors occasionally bring rare ores to the world.  She might be able to make some fancy weapons, armor, or jewelry from it!”

 “Quest accepted.” replied James enthusiastically.  He really was wonderful.

[dragontopaz]

Cosette it’s turned so cold, Cosette it’s past your bedtime

you’ve played the day away and soon it will be night

[spikeythespians]

Cosette, it's turned so cold. Cosette it's past your bedtime

You've played the day away and soon it will be niiiight

every time you see this post (you don’t have to but it’s fun) reblog it with a new song quote

can’t say the same song quote

can be from any genre

(i saw this and thought it would be fun!)

“i’m not scared to be seen! i make no apologies! THIS IS ME!”

[usergrantaire]

cosette, it’s turned so cold

cosette, it’s past your bedtime

you’ve played the day away and soon it will be niiiiiiiiight

[xcommander76]

Reaper76 Week Day 6-- AU

“Hey.. Papá? When’s Daddy coming home? Is he going to be late again? He said he would come home today and read us a bedtime story… He promised.”

“Princesa, no te preocupes. Daddy will be home to read you that story.. Lo prometo.” Gabriel said quietly, taking his young daughter into arms and pulling a blanket over his son as he checked his phone for the 10th time that night, clearly worried. This was the third time Jack had said he would be home, each time he heard his voice it becoming more strained and weary with each second they conversed until Jack finally got to the point of him not being able to return as soon as he thought he would. Every time he heard those words his heart broke a little, trying to formulate some excuse to say to his children on why their other father couldn’t return to them when he said. Though he supposed he should have switched his blame on their jobs, Gabriel the new appointed Strike Commander of Overwatch and his beloved the Commander of Blackwatch. It had made their schedules a bit tight, but in the past few months it was never like this… When Jack said he was going to be home, he usually was in the living room around the time he said he would be. Something was definitely wrong, but what was it?

Gabriel waited a few more minutes before finally deciding to try to take the kids up to their rooms, but Ava wouldn’t have it. She fought and protested that Jack would be home any minute, tears in her eyes as she began to cry. He was thankful that Jordan was fast asleep on the couch, getting ready to pick up his daughter and comfort her when the phone rang. Ava ran to the home phone and quickly picked it up, knowing immediately who it was as Ava cried out in happiness. Another red flag went off as he analyzed the situation, his daughters face becoming concerned as she started to talk to him, Gabriel asking himself why Jack didn’t call his cell like he usually did.

“Hi Daddy! Are you coming home? …….. Oh, well I got a part in a musical Daddy! It’s your favorite one! I’m Cosette.. Or at least young Cosette……. Yeah, he’s right here.” She said, now holding the phone out to him with worry. “Papá? Daddy….. He doesn’t sound too good… Is he okay?”

“I’m sure he is mija, why don’t you go up to bed so when Daddy gets home he can read you that bedtime story? Go on, I’ll carry your brother up in a minute or two.” He gently nudged Ava in the direction of upstairs, kissing her head before quickly pressing the phone to his ear, his concern growing… Especially when he heard his voice.

“G-Gabriel.. Gabriel I…. I-I’m sorry.. I’ll make it home.. I’m…… Almost.. there..”

“Jack! Fuck… Cariño where are you? Are you hurt? What’s going on? Mi amor, I’m worried and so are the kids. You have to tell me what’s going on…. Cariño.. Please.” His voice was at the point of breaking, pacing around the living room as he bit his nails, curious as to what the intermittent scraping sound was in the background.

“Gabe…. I’m almost there…… I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry sweetheart… I love you…… I-I love you… so much. Don’t be.. upset. I’m.. Everyone….. Everyone died.. got out….. in time.. Gabe I-I’m so s-sorry..”

“Cariño!! Where are you?! Quédate ahí cariño! Vendré a encontrarte! Hold on… Stay strong mi sol.. stay strong until I can get there to you, Angela will make sure you’re okay! You’re not–” he said, panic rising in his tone as he switched from Spanish to English, finally realizing where Jack really was as he looked out the window and rushed outside to get him. It was like Jack said, he was almost home… but he didn’t expect it this way.

The blonde was crawling towards the house, a trail of dark liquid revealing the way he came. As he ran towards his lover, he soon saw the numerous injuries that littered his body, his sunshine missing half of his right leg and his left arm, bullet and knife wounds covering his back; he didn’t even want to see what had happened to the front side of his body.

He quickly called Mercy and told her what had happened before carefully taking Jack into his arms, rushing him into the house and gently settling him onto the sofa, not caring if was going to be covered in blood. His husbands blood.

“Oh god Jackie…. What happened? What did you do?”

“……. I…. wa-walked…. I had.. to see you…. the kids…… Gabriel.. So s-sorry..”

“Shhh cariño. You’re safe now, I’m here. Save your strength. Angela’s on her way to take care of you….. Oh sunshine why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Didn’t….. want worry..”

“Daddy! You’re home! Daddy can you read me– DADDY!!”

“Mija, listen to me. Everything’s going to be okay, Daddy will be okay. Aunt Angela is going to help him. For now…. Go get the first aid kit please.”

He didn’t realize that he was crying, not until his daughter came back with the medical kit and wiped away his tears, giving him a big hug as he told her to go tell Jordan. His attention was soon redirected towards his husband, taking out the medical supplies and trying to tend to every wound he could lay his eyes on, knowing he would have to be taken to a hospital.

“..Gabriel….”

“Sí? Qué es mi sol?”

“… I…. want to see.. the kids……. last time.. p-please..”

“N-No. Cariño hold on por favor… I’m begging you! You can’t go, I won’t allow it. Wait until Angela can fix you up, there��s still hope love, just hang on.” He said, quickly taking Jacks hand and pressing a kiss to it, Ava and Jordan hearing their fathers plea and quietly coming down into the living room, crying silently.

Jack however, knew it was his time, feeling the life drain from him with each passing second. He had slowly lifted Gabriel’s chin up and gave him a sad smile, finally calling for the children while sirens sounded in the distance. There wasn’t much time left.

“H-Hey! How are my m-munchkins doing? I….. I heard you two.. are in a musical?”

“Yeah Daddy…. It’s Les Misérables.. Your favorite. I’m Cosette and Jordan’s Gavroche. We were.. gonna surprise you.”

“T-That’s wonderful…. I’m.. so proud! Have.. y-you learned your– AH! …… Y-Your songs? Why don’t… You sing for me?”

Ava shyly nodded, blinking away tears and trying to be strong, opening her mouth and starting to sing.

There is a castle on a cloud. I like to go there in my sleep. Aren’t any floors for me to sweep. Not in my castle on a cloud. There is a lady all in white; Holds me and sings a lullaby. She’s nice to see and she’s soft to touch. She says: Cosette I love you very much. I know a place where no ones lost. I know a place where no one cries. Crying at all is not allowed, not in my castle on a cloud.

As she sang, Jacks tear filled eyes began to close, his hand squeezing his husbands tightly. He didn’t want to go, but he had lost too much blood to even function, his breath and heart beat slowing until it was no more. Of course it was only then that help had come, the door bursting open only to reveal the once happy family of four: Three of them crying and one laying dead on a blood soaked couch, the husband of the dead man holding him in his arms.

For: @0ldsoldiersneverdie, @flor-de-la-muertee, and especially @commander-edgelord for which this au is based off of. I don’t regret breaking everyone’s hearts

[bestfriendforhire]

Entry 283

  “Pufflewink?  What are you doing here?” I asked, bending down to pet the small, black kitten.

 She nuzzled my hand briefly and then started walking away.

 Where was Raine?  She rarely let Pufflewink out of her sight.  She would even take the kitten with her on jobs when possible, but I didn’t see her anywhere.

 Pufflewink had stopped and looked up at me.  My little fairy friend darted over to Pufflewink, and a vision entered my mind of me following the kitten.  Who was I to argue with a fairy?  Well, I did frequently, but not today!  Pufflewink actually did start walking again once I took a couple steps behind her.

 I quickly looked to the side, thinking I saw something there, but the curtains in the room we were passing were moving in the breeze from the vent.  I really wasn’t good at taking things slow anymore.  There were numerous times when I’d find myself partially distracted in the middle of listening to someone and had to take a moment to register what was just said.  

 Exceptional eyesight being a detriment at times was not something I ever would have considered before my change, but I could get distracted by a missed stitch in someone’s shirt that I vaguely noticed before focusing on it.  When away from home, I could get startled by dust in the air if something seemed to be blowing toward me.  The fighting over the last couple months had left its mark on me.

 Pufflewink was obviously burdened by a sense of distraction as well.  She’d happily march several feet with her tail flicking in the air, and then suddenly pounce at my little fairy friend, who easily dodged the kitten.

 I pictured my little friend straddling the kitten, riding her like a mount.  A confused feeling came to me along with an image of the fairy flying through the air.  I tried again, trying to impart a sense of happiness with the thought.  More confusion.  This time I tried showing how happy I would be at seeing the little fairy with a kitten mount.  No luck.  The faint smell of food from this evening’s meal lingered near the kitchen, which gave me an idea.  I pictured the fairy being fed if she were on the kitten, since I had never seen my little friend without appetite.

 She finally granted my wish!  I darted into the kitchen, grabbed some bacon, and used a spell to start cooking the bacon in air.  My attempt at even cooking was blasted by a laser from my little friend, scorching part of the meat.  Poor Pufflewink jumped at the flash of light, but my little friend easily soothed her, promising her bacon as well.  Great.  Now I felt bad.  Raine had taught me that bacon wasn’t good for cats, though she’d eat plenty even in her kitten form.  Poor Pufflewink would have to be denied.

 “Mila, please say you’re recording this.” I stated.

 “Of course, master.  Mother, Lady Pendreigh, Cosette, and Raine are already watching.” she replied.

 “Tell your mother it’s past her bedtime.  Chad wouldn’t approve.” I teased.

 “Quite right, master.” agreed Mila.  “Mother wishes for me to inform you that she does what she wants.  She hashtagged the response, reiterating that she does what she wants.  There are also a very large number of GIFs attached if you wish to view them.  Mother will surely complain if you don’t, but I warn you that the substantial sum would even take you a good minute to view in their entirety.”

 I laughed, causing the pair before me to look back.  An image came to mind of my little friend being fed, so I used a spell to feed her the burnt part first.  Pufflewink’s attempts to catch the bacon were anticipated, but quite amusing to watch with a fairy on her back.

 “Uh oh… Master…” started Mila.

 Too late.  Raine jumped through the air as a kitten, eating the rest of the bacon mid-leap before darting away.

 “I should’ve known I was teasing two kittens.” I laughed.

 Raine had proven capable of smelling food cooking from any part of the house.  After she became more familiar with Marco’s dishes, she was even able to tell us what he was cooking.  without Mila’s help.

 My little friend flew off the kitten and up to my face, demanding to know why her bacon was gone.  I pictured Raine’s theft in my mind, trying to leave out my sense of amusement by it.  Raine had been moving slowly for her, but my little friend probably only caught a blur at best.  The tiny fairy crossed her arms and mounted the kitten again, much to my delight.  She projected an image of charging after Raine, but there was a question to it, asking for Raine’s location.

 “Mila, where’s Raine?” I asked.

 Pufflewink charged ahead.

 “In the ballroom, master.  Pufflewink knows.  She was sent to fetch you.” explained Mila.

 “Raine sent Pufflewink to fetch me?” I questioned, surprised by what I was hearing.

 “She speaks cat, master.  You’ve seen it.” replied Mila.

 “Well, yes, but why wouldn’t she just ask you to call me or come find me herself?” I asked.

 “Master, we’re speaking of Raine.  You can’t really expect her motivations to be like most.” she stated.

 “Fair point.” I acknowledged.

 Though Raine was reasonably acclimated to living here now, she still was hesitant when speaking with most of us.  Luckily, the jobs she took for my company all had shining reviews, though they were a bit more scarce than average.

 I took off to the ballroom, dodging past Pufflewink on my way.  Cosette and Raine were playing Ancient Tribes of Earth together.  Raine, back to human, sank into her chair upon my arrival.

 “I-I… I w-wanted Pufflewink t-to h-have an… an adventure.” she mumbled.

 Oh.  Right.  She probably heard Mila and me speaking.  Raine’s senses were beyond me by a very considerable margin.

 “That’s fine.  I was just surprised is all.” I assured her.  “So what’s up?”

 “Raine and I saw a meteor fall and thought you might help us go check the crash site.” explained Cosette.

 “I suppose I can play for a bit.  Why are we interested in a meteor?” I asked.

 “M-materials.” muttered Raine.

 “According to an old book she found, meteors occasionally bring rare ores to the world.  She might be able to make some fancy weapons, armor, or jewelry from it!” exclaimed Cosette.

 Cosette focused on healing magic in Ancient Tribes of Earth, but she had some combat skills as well.  Her character, Madeleine, was a blonde halfling vampire whose face seemed to be modeled after Cosette’s own.  Being part of the small vampire clan within our guild seemed to amuse her greatly, but I didn’t really see the appeal.  Vampires had to use their magic or magic items to protect themselves from the sun during daylight hours and had penalized stats in bright light.  They were pretty lethal in the dark, especially at night.

 Given that Raine’s character still didn’t have any combat-related skills, I could see why the two wanted help.  Alma was surely working, like always, and Portentia was probably out patrolling the city.  There were plenty of guildmates on even this late, but many of them would probably be begging for Raine to craft something for them in exchange for help.  She was still our best craftsman by far.

  “Quest accepted.” I told them, sitting down as Mila logged me into the game.  There was nothing quite like adventure to pass a night.