#montparnassee

[imsiriuslyreading]

Mmkay we need reccs - best slowburn explicit wolf star? A La @montparnassee and @eyra , two of my faves

hiya!

you have... phenomenal taste in writers, firstly, let's get that out of the way.

i will always rec these:

Liebestraum by lunchbucket

You Signed Up For This by Solmussa (technically jegulus but the wolfstar is particularly delicious)

Wading in Waist-High Water by colgatebluemintygel

Dear Your Holiness by mollymarymarie

Marauder Ink by Jennandblitz

Led by Light of A Star Sweetly Gleaming by Wolfpants

A Black Mass Over Highway Ninety by Greenvlvetcouch

Ever Thus by WrappedUp (not technically explicit but trust me on this, actually literally anything by WrappedUp prob fits this category v well)

Blends by rvltn909 (the WIP sequel is called Names and i think it may even exceed its original for how fantastic it is)

Not Another Band AU by thelovelyzee

There's honestly so many. these are a few of my favourites ever. Each and every one of these writers (plus the two you mentioned) I personally think are some of the most talented humans this planet has to offer and I reread their work an embarrassing amount, quite frankly.

enjoy! <3

[ruiniel]

Tag game: Tour my bookshelf!

Thanks for the tag, @hirazuki 💚

An estimate of how many physical books I own: not too many. Still have some at my folks' home but under 100 with me.

Favorite author: too confused to choose

A popular book I've never read and never intend to read: there's so many I get overwhelmed and end up Not

A popular book I thought was just meh: subscribing to prev words: if it doesn't concern The Hyperfixations, it literally does not register in my brain

Longest book I own: I have the III-part HoME version casing so those can likely cause irreversible damage were they to fall on someone's head

Longest series I own all the books to: might be The Witcher or those old books by Jules Verne (still talking physical books?)

Prettiest book I own: an edition of The Silmarillion 💙

A book or series I wish more people knew about: House of Dreams by Pauline Gedge, has a follow-up

Book I'm reading now: nothing I'm beta-ing a friend's Elrondion twins poly fanfic

Book that's been on my TBR list for a while but I still haven't got around to it: I have the ebook versions of The captive prince trilogy and The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue ready to go

Do you have any books in a language other than English: Romanian and Spanish

And lastly, paperback, hardcover or ebook? each have their role💙

0 pressure tag for who wants to create a post on this: @melestasflight @angel-teeth @actual-bill-potts @celebbun @eveningalchemist @goschatewabn @hennethgalad @i-gwarth @jamcake-muses @montparnassee @potatoobsessed999 @thecupcakemedic

[williamvapespeare]

First Ten Lines game

Rules: Share the first line of ten of your most recent fanfics (/one fanfic and original fiction) and then tag ten people. Don't have ten? Not to worry, just share what you have.

Thank you so much to @starkey for the tag and for supporting my need to yell about my own writing :’)

1. “Eddie’s pretty good at taking punches.” [There’s no sign of the morning coming, a Steddie fic that I wrote two chapters of, I’m so sorry everyone)

2. “ René swears the corridor has grown smaller since the last time he walked it.” [Wine-Dark, a very rough draft of a dark academia novel)

3. “ I must admit I barely noticed at first.” (Currently untitled story ft. paranormal mystery, haunted boarding school, and queer intimacy)

4. “ You kiss like a man about to be hanged, he was told once.” (Hanged Man, a novella I’m redrafting for Camp Nano! A historical romance between a doctor and a serial killer who donates bodies to the hospital to be dissected, takes place in a decaying dystopian city.)

5. “ The air tastes like autumn, like cinnamon and scarves wound tight around thin necks to keep them from snapping.” (October Story, a horror-adjacent, romance-adjacent flash fiction piece)

6. “He thought it had always been there, growing up from the ground in a flourish that begged attention, lush green moss mottled with grey-brown bark, roots protruding from the earth beneath the porch, and encroaching, year after year, on the foundations beneath.” (Currently untitled story born from my desire for the vibes of “When Marnie Was There” but for it to actually be the queer coming of age romance we all deserved)

7. “ The van belonged to Claudia’s mother and we spent the first week of summer fixing it up.” (Nowhere, New England, a novella about teenagers who road trip to a graduation beach party that turns out to be a yearly sacrifice to an eldritch sea god)

8. “Today, I open my eyes to yellow; it streams through the half-open curtains, curls in patches on the concrete walls, drips down to congeal in puddles with the dust on the floor.” (Colourfall, a short story about a strange world and finding connection in dark places)

9. “ God fucking dammit! Nothing. There’s nothing. You bougie assholes have three fucking kids and you’re telling me you deal with them all completely sober?” (Currently untitled script about three people hiding in a house during a zombie apocalypse - the first lines are technically stage directions, but this is the first spoken one)

10. ‘“They’ll be here soon,” he says.’ (Hot Season, a short story about sad gay post-apocalyptic farmers. I know it’s not a very interesting first line, but I had to include it because this story has recently consumed my soul!)

Tagging @orestesdreams-pyladesloves @adorablecrab @buildarocketboys @montparnassee and anyone else who wants to!

[arofili]

Happy Birthday 🌹

Thank you!! :)

[batrachois]

Hope I didn't miss your birthday!! Congratulations on surviving another year, regardless!!! 🌹

AAAAAAAA ;v; you barely missed it but I’m ;;;v;;; jdhskdas  thank you so much ♡♡♡♡

[selfcontainedinferno]

“Okay you have to write a hurt/comfort fic but like ‘You asshole I can’t believe you got stabbed you fucking idiot let me sew you up’“ Ask and you shall receive @montparnassee

“Hold still.” Claquesous snaps. Montparnasse hisses in pain, the alcohol in the rag Claquesous is holding to his side burning. This is all too familiar by now-he’s sitting on Babet’s old kitchen table, one arm over his head so Claquesous can bandage a wound for him, fighting to stay conscious through the blood loss, exhaustion, and pain. Unfortunately, this is getting to be a common situation.

“I am holding still, do you see me moving? I’m not moving.” 

“You’re squirming. It’s making this very difficult.”

“If I’m-fuck-if I’m squirming it’s because you’re being a dick and making this more painful than it has to be!” Montparnasse doesn’t like to admit weakness. And he includes pain in that definition-as far as he’s concerned, he should be able to ignore it by now. He’s certainly felt enough of it. But the vodka soaked rag currently pressed against the wound on his side is setting his skin on fire, and he thinks that he deserves to complain a little bit.

“I’m sorry, I’ll try to be gentler while I’m disinfecting your wound. Would you like a lollipop and a bandaid with your favorite cartoon character on it?” Nevertheless, Montparnasse swears that Claquesous’ hands are a little gentler when he starts cleaning the blood from Parnasse’s side. “This wouldn’t be necessary at all if you hadn’t gotten stabbed like a dumbass.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I’ll be sure to ask them to be a bit more considerate next time someone wants to kill me.” Montparnasse replies, in as scathing a tone as he can manage. “I’m sure if I just ask nicely they’ll let me go without a scratch.”

“This’ll need stitches.” Claquesous warns, and he grimaces.

“Damnit.”

“I’ll try and be quick about it.” Maybe he’s delirious from the blood loss (it wouldn’t be the first time) or maybe he’s just imagining things he wants to be true, but Montparnasse doesn’t detect even a hint of sarcasm in Claquesous’ voice.

“Not too quick. I don’t want any shoddy sutures. I’d like for there to be at least a chance it doesn’t scar, thank you very much.”

“We’re well past that. Don’t worry, at least this one won’t mar your pretty face.” The dry sarcasm is back in his voice now, and Parnasse sneers.

“Sorry I care about my looks. Some of us are too naturally blessed to hide our faces under masks all the time.”

“I wouldn’t call a twelve step skincare routine, full face of makeup, and obsessive hair dyeing natural.” The familiar banter isn’t enough to distract Montparnasse from the pulling of the stitches, and as hard as he tries to hide his wince he knows Sous sees it. The man doesn’t say anything-what would he even say? 

“I’m not ashamed of taking care of myself-shit, be careful.”

“I am being careful. Stitches hurt.”

“I’ve been stitched up plenty of times, you’re just incompetent.” 

It’s not true, is the thing. Claquesous is very competent. He has sure, steady hands, and lots of practice. But their traded insults are distracting enough that he can at least try to ignore the pain.

“Almost done,” Sous says. “Do try and stay conscious.” He hisses in pain as Sous ties off the stitches, biting his lip to keep from swearing.

“Next time I’m calling Babet.” Montparnasse manages. “She’s much better at it.”

“You do that. Babet isn’t going to coddle you.”

“Do you call that coddling?” Whatever cream Claquesous smears against the stitches brings surprising relief, and Montparnasse sighs. The wound still burns, but decidedly less so, and he barely notices as Claquesous tapes the bandage to his side.

“Don’t get that wet. And if you pull those stitches, you’re going to wish this killed you.” Sous warns.

“Yeah, yeah.” Montparnasse mutters. Now that the pain has faded, so has the adrenaline, and the nights events have caught up to him all at once. He wants nothing more than sleep, really.

Claquesous is surprisingly gentle as he helps Montparnasse off the table, steadying him when he nearly falls.

“Go to sleep.” He says, his voice almost soft.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He doesn’t often hear Claquesous’ laugh, and he doesn’t now, but the snort of stifled laughter is good enough.

[starkey]

Patron Saint of subtle glances and golden hour (and cocktails)

Patron saint of 👀

[minyoongothic]

Blood

Blood ❧ What is the worst injury you’ve gotten?

After the leg incident I mentioned on my other ask, one time I got a cut in my head and I got blood on my hair and cheek. I think I blacked out for a second. As for non accidental stuff, there were some fights, but none of them left a long term mark. Not on me, at least.

[scarletarosa]

Aesthetic Moodboard for @montparnassee

"You and I, darling, we could have the whole world on their knees."

[jesvisfarovche]

Hollyhock

Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day. 

It would definitely start early, since I tend to have more energy/be in a better mood if I wake up before 8 am.

The ideal day in the city would include having breakfast in a cafe near my house and maybe staying a bit longer to do some reading and/or writing, then heading for a long walk somewhere in the heart of the city. I like to get lost and then try to find my way back - this is how I've found a lot of picturesque places and some old bookstores/vintage shops (finding something new to read or to wear would be a nice bonus). And in the evening I'd meet up with a couple of friends

An alternative ideal day would include spending some time in the woods or on the seaside and some quality time with a cat - things I don't really have access to right now

Thanks for asking!

[wildwood-faun]

6 &9

6) what clothing item or accessory is currently the highest on your dream wishlist

I've been thirsting after a green velvet suit for over a decade. One day I will have it.

9) what is your first memory of trying to establish a sense of fashion or aesthetic for yourself

I think I was around ten and I really wanted to look like some kind of hippie fae creature. I was in luck because most of my clothes at the time were either thrift shop finds or hand me downs from my mother's hippie leaning friends. I'm not sure it was an objectively good look but I respect it.

[dracoryss]

I should trademark my face lmfao

only if you give me a license to keep using you as a reference

[just-french-me-up]

Antoine unwrapping their first Yule present!!!!!!

Okay so this may not be his first Yule present because he had some when he was a baby and when he was too, but it’s not like he could unwrap them himself or even be conscious of what was happening

So this is Antoine’s third Yule. Be the first one he can actually remember.

Jehan decorated the whole house and hyped everybody’s holiday spirit, especially Antoine’s who’s very excited about the gifts.

On Yule morning, Montparnasse slips into Antoine’s bedroom and wakes him up gently. He totally expects to have to carry a very sleepy child to the living room, but Antoine bolts right out of bed.

“It’s a dog,” he declares when he sees the first present.

He’s been wanting a dog for a while now. Jehan and Parnasse have to repeat several times that there are no dogs in the boxes.

The first present he unwraps is a soft blanket Parnasse made especially for him with a material he loves, because it’s the softest thing ever. They use it to burrito him on the couch when they watch movies together, and when Antoine wants to nap. Exceptionally, when Antoine has had a nightmare, Jehan will put it 10 minutes in the dryer to make it warm

The second present is a book. Jehan wrote it and Grantaire illustrated it. It’s all stories starring les Amis as animals. Antoine is a little fawn in it, because he’s Jehan and Parnasse’s little fawn with his big brown eyes. Antoine loves stories

The third present(s) are wooden figurines Bahorel and Feuilly made of those same characters, for Antoine to play with.

The day after Yule, after Antoine’s fallen asleep in his new blanket, Jehan and Parnasse agree to get a puppy for Antoine’s fourth birthday, even though Montparnasse isn’t the biggest dog person.

Armani the cat kicks over several ornaments, as though she understood the decision they just made and decided to show her opinion on the question.

[sunshinequeer]

Cannot believe I've known you for three slutty, slutty years

Here’s to 30 even sluttier ones 😘

[decayingliberty]

Happy birthday

Thank you!!!

[selfcontainedinferno]

Wind

wind 🌪 - what music do you normally listen to?

Haha, it varies wildly between musicals, irish folk music (i have been known to listen to the star of the county down for hours on repeat) panic! at the disco, and lullabies in gaeilge. Anything i can sing along to, really.