#guidingferre

[scxptique-archive-blog]

combetaire :)

send me a ship and I’ll tell you who:

shops for groceries? combeferre omg. i feel like he'd be the much more responsible choice for that. 

kills the spiders? depends on how big it is. if it's relatively big grantaire isn't going near it.

comes home drunk at 3am? combeferre no grantaire of course

makes breakfast? combeferre. mainly because i feel like he'd wake up first.

remembers to feed the fish.? combeferre.

decorates the apartment? both? probably. "please don't put dead moths up like pictures ferre"

initiates duets? omg. idk. would they sing together?? GIVE ME THEM SINGING TOGETHER NOW PLS AND THANK i feel like tipsy grantaire might

falls asleep first? i would say it depends on the day and what each of them were doing etc. 

[spoopyfane]

"What happened to you?"

     Enjolras looked down at himself, taking in his     rather pitiful state before looking back up at     his friend, taking a deep breath and shrugging.     "Nothing, I'm fine," he lied, biting his bottom     lip in worry as he moved forward, leaning into     his friend and resting his head on the other's     shoulder. "Just... I need you to ground me for     a few moments."

[a-drunken-cynic]

Drugs

Grantaire grinned as he walked into the alleyway, where he usually bought his stash. He tapped his foot, waiting for his dealer to get there, anxiously as always. He sighed and leaned up against the wall of the alleyway, looking side to side.

[pessimisticcynicr]

☠

Send ☠ for a threatening message.

[text: I’m currently holding your most prized book about moths over the toilet with my other hand and I’m going to drop it if you don’t get back here and fuck me.]

[thecentercourfeyrac]

to those of you who sent me those Sing things. Plain Jane Fatass from Bare, A Pop Opera.

[charmingxterror]

Combeferre had been discussing something with Jehan when he heard the words "You're a monster come out of someone's mouth quite loudly. It was usually Grantaire or Enjolras who said those things but it was neither of their voices. He turned around to see that some man, probably a once believer had confronted Enjolras and told him he was a monster. That upset Combeferre greatly. He walked over standing in front of Enjolras. "I would advice you to leave, Monsieur. I will not tolerate such."

Enjolras had really only used the words “You’re a monster” on someone who has done something that is actually wrong, whether is be abuse or oppression or sexual violence. Though, the words had never been directed at him. He furrowed his eyebrows, glaring at the man before him. He wasn’t a monster, he was trying to stop the people who were. He couldn’t be. He opened his mouth to say something when Combeferre stepped in front of him. “Ferre, I can handle this.”

[pessimisticcynicr-oldblog]

Whiskey

Whiskey - My muse wants to get drunk with yours and do stupid things.

Grantaire walked over — and only swayed a little bit — and dropped himself down into Combeferre’s lap, a smile on his face and a bottle of whiskey in one of his hands. His free arm wrapped around the guide’s neck loosely. “Drink with me,” he requested, though his voice for once took on more of a tone of order than he was used to.

[i-am-wild-r]

"Why are you so calm about this?"

Grantaire spit into the sink again, his saliva tinted red with blood. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, successfully smearing blood across his cheek and hand.

"Because it’s not the first time something like this has happened," he grumbled, spitting again.

[ask-enjolras-about-france]

scienceandmoths reblogged your post“Pairing of your choice first kiss”

  combeferreoftherevolution reblogged your post“Pairing of your choice first kiss”

guiding-ferre reblogged your post“Pairing of your choice first kiss”

Waking up to find some of the best Combeferre's on the RP scene have reblogged a crappy little minific you wrote a week ago <3 ACCOMPLISHED <3

[scxptique-archive-blog]

♒

Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours!

( result: 49. )

          “You really need to go to bed...."

[darker-than-you-knew]

❤ (need to have some action with you again :))

(:D really!)Jehan grinned, leaning forward and glancing over at the man at the other side of the room. His phone had been off all night and he'd only just bothered to turn it on now and he was glad he had. He was clearly meant to get this last night, but getting it now was so much better. [text] very tempting, dear. Very tempting. He sat and waited for the other man to get the text, watching for his reaction.

[volatilepoet-archieve]

A Study of Inspiration || Closed for Guiding-Ferre

"Well, I was thinking since Voltaire is such a huge part of the curriculum for this semester, I could write my term paper about his associate and in some cases inspiration ,Émilie du Châtelet, do you think that would fly?" Jehan looked up across his folder of notes at the man who would sat across from him.

[pessimisticcynicr]

"You’re the one who left!"

"And now I’m asking you to take me back," the artist replied simply, "what’s the problem?"

[anabundanceofcourfarchive]

Too Far Away//closed

Courfeyrac was practically bouncing around his apartment, waiting for the sound that would indicate his boyfriend was online. It'd been a long year so far, that they'd been apart, but Courfeyrac had encouraged Combeferre to take the job in the first place. It was a great opportunity, but Combeferre didn't want to uproot Courfeyrac's life in Paris, to make them both go, so after talking it through and a few small arguments Courfeyrac agreed to stay behind. That didn't mean it was easy, Combeferre was really busy and they didn't get to talk very much, but today he'd promised to get online for him, so he could at least see him for a bit.

He grinned when he heard the notification sound, practically running across the room and clicking on the button to turn his camera on, beaming when he saw the image of Combeferre.

"'Ferre! It was getting late I was worried you wouldn't come on!" he said with a little pout, sitting down cross legged on the couch. "Long day?"

[pessimisticcynicr-oldblog]

@

The artist didn’t wake up, but he did move closer to the guide as he slept, bowing his head in the crook of Combeferre’s neck and moving one arm around his middle.

[i-am-wild-r]

"We need a doctor!" (Even though I am a doctor :P)

4. Here’s my character reacting to yours having out “tampons” on the shopping list.

Grantaire glanced over the list. Eggs, milk, bread, blahblahblah… It looked like a normal shopping list. He was going shopping for himself, so it wasn’t any trouble to pick up some things for Combeferre as well.

That was until he saw “tampons” scribbled at the bottom of the list. He paused for a moment. Tampons. Why? He slowly looked up at the guide.

"…Tampons?" he asked incredulously.