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[for-the-love-of-javert]

How I met Javert

I'm Ella and I come from a parallel universe. Since I was very young I have been able to teleport between different universes and learn about the people that live in them. About 10 years ago I became aware of a universe which was inhabited characters from novels, movies and tv shows that exist on other worlds. Each time I travel to another universe I bring back with me a selection of their fictional stories and also some factual books as well. The story of Les Miserables has always been special to me and many of the events and social situations/crises in the book are things that are happening in a least 2 other universes right now. To this day I don't know how the characters from these books have been brought to life and are existing exactly as their characters stories were written.

When I first teleported to the Literary/Universe (or Lit Universe as we call it in my universe I was sent there with a job to do) I was to bring back as many character as I could before their deaths occured having rescued Fantine, Eponine and the boys at the barricade I was then tasked with persuading Javert to come bk to my world with me so he could have a fresh start and hopefully do things differently and have a happier life than in the book. I brought Javert to my univers 5 years ago. In my universe things are different to your universe. The year is 2035. Medically and scientifically we are more advanced. There's a better quality of life in my universe, no pollution, healthier food, less disease, and currently no wars though in the past there have been plenty of those things. We live much longer lives here. Only the women can teleport and that ability starts to become prevelant when we are around 5 years old but at that age we can only teleport to places in our own universe until we have developed and honed our abilities. We are empathic (though not telepathic, that gift was deemed to intrusive an problematic and over the years advances in medicine and technolgy have alloed us to develop the ability to filter out that particular talent. On occasions some are still born with it but as they grow up the go through therapy and learn various techniques in how to control or 'turn off' that ability. There are many things in my universe that a very different to yours. such as our justice system, rehabilitation for mental illness, complext injuries/surgeries and addictions, people are more respectful to one another thought there are a some (not many) who don't think they should have to be.

The same contries, cities, towns, counties etc that exist in your universe do exist in mine. We work shorter days, family is something that is highly cherished and we take care of our loved ones. We encourage and support people into jobs, careers and interests that they can excel in and that they enjoy, not what they have to do to meet the expectations of governments.

When I first met Javert he was standing on the Pont au Change Bridge and was just about to climb onto the parapet. I managed, with a bit of difficulty, to talk him down and persuade him to come to my universe with me. It was a major adjustment for him and took him a while to settle here. We became close friends, with some challenges as he doesn't trust people easily. He now shares my home with me, paying his share of the rent and doing his share of the domestic chores. In fact he often does more than I'd ever ask him to. But I've learned not to tell him not to because he'd still do it anyway. He's still as stubborn as a mule, and still has a very dry sense of humour which I love. He is now one of my closest and most trusted friends and we also have a casual, intimate relationship (friends with benefits). He's doing much better now though and he's loving life again. He's still not a social butterfly though, but he does go out a couple of times a week.

He made a delicious chicken curry for tea tonight. He's really getting into this cooking malarky. He looks forward to being able to answer any questions, though I will probably type the answers for him, until he gets more computer savvy.

Pic: Javert and I at a fancy dress party about a year ago. He has a full beard now and is getting used to 21st century clothing, getting him to dress casually is a bit more of a challenge.

[canisalbus]

“he also employs a very competent personal doctor” - does this doctor have a name, or breed, or perhaps reference pictures? I would like to know… for reasons, lol!

Doctor Matteo Frosini, I imagine him as a fiftysomething Bracco Italiano from Florence. He has a dignified and collected look to him, but he can be surprisingly jovial and good-natured as well. Above all he's pragmatic, confident in his abilities and unflappable in a time of crisis.

[enden-agolor]

ok so like

what if i told you my bf and i made another admin au about jesse being an admin and being cast out of society and he becomes this sad, lonely, brutish, and mute forest deity and also what if i told you lukas shows up in the forest one day and they meet each other and lukas basically changes jesse’s life

what i’m saying is they catch feelings for each other

better explanation:

im just gonna use my discord screenshots from me explaining to others the beginning

[stergeon]

enbarr, sometime in 1186:

ok so @frozenartscapes made this addition to my post about byleth and edelgard writing each other letters all the time, right:

well i kind of lost my mind and now we're here.

i'm sure this meeting is salvageable :0) hubert's sanity, however,

[cloudcountry]

auburn!!! i’m so glad that over these five years (half a decade wow 🤑) your work and most importantly your amazing personality has grown to receive so much recognition and love. i’m proud of you and i’m glad we’ve known each other for so long 🫶🏽. i hope your work continues to grow and you continue to do amazing things and be generally pretty cool. okay thats too much sappiness bleggh poop fart shit fuck ass ☝🏽

erm anyways i would like the chocolate swirl bread slices with brown sugar bubble tea in the special 3k event cup with cat cap… rubs hands together like fly…

would also be cool if the reader was FTM and/or was not-so-subtlety avoiding leona for any reason

DANIEL YOU BUTT THATS THE SWEETEST THING YOUVE SAID TO ME IN FIVE YEARS AND YOU END IT WITH POOP FART SHIT FUCK ASS????? ANYWAYS this almost made me cry what the fuck i feel like a baby bird leaving the nest even though im older than you. i cant believe we're like adults now. what happened to being weird ass teenagers on quotev dot com. i cant say i miss that era though but i do miss kaomoji IDK WHERE HALF THE FRIEND GROUP IS LMAO anyways thank you for being my friend mwah you are a real one you have seen me at my worst and stuck with it IDK HOW YOU DID THAT anyways your lion man

an order of romantic angst with leona kingscholar!

Leona watches your back as emotions he would much rather not acknowledge fester and boil in his chest. His tail flicks, his ears twitch, and it’s obvious to everyone around him that he is exceedingly annoyed.

That’s not the shocking part, however.

It’s the fact that he’s annoyed with you, the one boy in this whole school he never should have felt that way towards.

Leona wouldn’t be so annoyed in the first place if it wasn’t for the fact that you’d been inexplicably ignoring him for the past few weeks. As petty as always, Leona was sure he could outlast you, ignoring you in much the same way. He was good at being nonchalant, at taking it easy even though his affection shifted to bitter resentment.

Could he really call you someone close to him if he’s starting to genuine dislike you?

Nah, it’s not like he should have expected anything in the first place. He turns on his heel and walks off in the opposite direct of you, tail flicking lazily behind him. If you don’t want him anymore, that’s fine. If he’s not your number one anymore, he’ll just grin and bear it, bear like he always has and always will.

He thought he had something just for himself. How naive could he be?

Leona scowls, digging his hands into his pockets. If he sees everyone else in the hallway giving him a wide berth he doesn’t show it, his vision laser focused on Savanclaw’s dorm, his room, his bed, where he can sleep and ignore his reality for a little while longer.

The reality that you were so clearly avoiding him, the reality that you probably didn’t want him anymore, the reality that he was finally number one to someone and now he wasn’t.

Leona was once again second, but when there were only two people in a competition, second was the same as dead last.

[surelyimisheard]

Soba strikes again

[numbuh424]

shoutout to whatever L and Light had going on in Time Speaks

[eywaseclipse]

Some fun Ikeyni art because she’s an icon.

[yellowvixen]

woah drew my first sonic oc again!! it's been a while. gave them some updates, mostly some giant scars and a newfound hatred for sonic :] (due to him making those scars lol)

ferrous the fennec, they/them

here's without the scars just so you can see how their fur patterns work

i've drawn them before, if you go on their tag you can see their ref sheet. they're even on art fight!!

[lovesickeros]

can.. can I ask for an affectionate reader with characters who aren’t normally like… used to the love? like, not just through words but physical affection like hand-holding, kisses, hugs, all that shebang. probably with a few people like yelan, ei, basically any character that is either cut-off from society or seems socially distant or isolated. 😞

☆ affectionate reader with yelan, ei, & furina

[ 4.2 Archon Quest spoilers ]

× yelan

Varies between how you display your affection, to be honest. Just like being affectionate with people? She's cool with it as long as you don't pop by while she's working (mostly because she'll end up dragging you into it for a bit of fun). I don't think she's all that touchy feely herself, but she'll absolutely get you gifts instead– like pretty knick nacks? She'll make sure to snag any she thinks you might like. Like a good meal? Sure, she'll take you out to one of the restaurants in the city, doesn't matter how expensive. Her treat. If you do prefer physical gifts rather then being taken out, you'll eventually get used to the random unmarked letters and packages showing up where your staying pretty often. It's obvious to know who it came from even if she never signs anything.

Flirty reader, though? Whole nother can of worms and now it's a challenge. The more confident you are the more interested she is. The other acolytes would absolutely seethe at the idea but she has no hesitation at just straight up flirting back– she's as charismatic as they come and she's got a poker face that's basically impenetrable. She'll probably also make a bet to see who cracks first (she always wins, unsurprisingly). Probably won't get dragged into any of her schemes this way but if you ask politely maybe she'll consider it, anyway.

The smell of freshly brewed tea and the clatter of dice across wood was a common sight at the Yanshang Teahouse– less common was the woman secluded in the far corner, her lips pulled into a grin that flashed fangs and a look that would scare off the most confident of men.

She'd normally try to scope out any new blood that'd made the mistake of stepping into her teahouse and was equally stupid enough to accept a gamble against her just for the thrill of it, but she was far too absorbed in the warm body at her side, one of her die clasped tightly in their hand as she guided them through the motions– they had a knack for it, she had to admit. The thought made her preen, the clatter of the die as it rolled across the table giving her that subtle, familiar rush.

Even if she knew exactly where it'd land.

"Six. Hm, maybe you're just lucky," She muses, plucking the die from the table and holding it up to her eye like a prized jewel, "Or maybe you're not as innocent as you'd have us believe." There's a sharp glint in her eyes at the prospect, but everyone else has the sense to keep their heads down and their words to themselves as she tosses the die herself.

"So why don't we find out and make a bet, just between you and me?"

× ei

Varies between Ei and the Shogun, because you'll probably be seeing either as much as the other. Sometimes you gotta really squint to tell who it is sometimes, but you get used to it. Both are fairly similar, though, in that their first instinct (especially in public) is to tense up like you're about to attack them or something. Difference is Ei eventually relaxes after a solid minute of trying to process your sudden affection and, if no one else is around, she might even reciprocate. Just don't tease her for being a little stiff and awkward about it, she's trying. That's what happens when your only company is a robot and uh. Nothing. For like 500 years. She's trying. Raiden, on the other hand, is just about as awkward as you can imagine. She's polite (blunt) about it because Ei is fond of you and also you are. The Creator. But she's not really built to deal with personal relationships and so she doesn't know how to deal with affection.

..Depending on what you do you may or may not blue screen Ei hard enough that she retreats back to PoE

Ei usually isn't fond of sitting still, unless it's to meditate. At least then she goes in with a purpose, something to achieve– but now, she's just focused on trying not to make a fool of herself. Her muscles are starting to ache from how hard she's tensing, though, in an effort to sit as straight and still as possible as their hands glide through her hair, weaving it into a single braid.

She can just barely hear the subtle lilt of their voice as they hum– and though it is soothing, it is also..very distracting. She can't focus long enough to try and meditate, too lost in the gentle rise and fall of their voice and the care they take to braid her hair. If she'd had a heart, she'd sure it'd be beating so wildly against her ribcage they could hear it.

But then it stops– their hands fall back to their sides and their humming falters. She freezes, too, racking her brain for any slights she must have committed. Instead, she is met with a calm, tender touch on the back of her neck, making her inhale sharply.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Ei? You're so tense.." She has to grit her teeth to stop herself from bowing so low her head presses against the ground, her hands folded in her lap, clenching instinctively. "..No, Divine One." She answers simply, trying to contain the adoration swelling in her chest.

Yet as much as she tries to relax, to ease their worries, she finds that she cannot.

"Hm." That small murmur, a simple sound that nearly made her jump, was the only warning she got before they scooted closer, wrapping their arms around her stomach and resting their chin on her shoulder with a grin she would liken to Miko's, if she dared to make such a comparison. "Really?"

She swears she must've been feverish at the affection, lightheaded and dazed until she thought she might simply perish at the brush of their hands against her own.

Much to her embarrassment, however, she doesn't realize she's instinctively pulled back into Plane of Euthymia until she sees the familiar dull purples engulf her vision once again.

Though only a small solace, it seemed a little..brighter, this time.

× furina

Varies between pre 4.2 and post 4.2 archon quests to be honest.

Pre 4.2 she comes off as very vain– of course the most Divine would see fit to spoil her with affection! She deserves it, and is obviously their favorite! Just don't look too hard because she's terrible at hiding how flustered she actually is. Absolutely goes home right after and screams into her pillow for at least thirty minutes minimum.

Post 4.2 she's a lot more openly bashful and flustered. She's really not used to affection and even the smallest show of it has her folding immediately. Now that she doesn't need to worry about being found out she's a lot more receptive to affection. Cup her cheeks and compliment her and her knees are buckling. Like. Especially weak for compliments and praise (she deserves it. please spoil her).

She swears she must be hallucinating– she had been having trouble sleeping recently. But..no. The visage of the Creator was as real as the sweat beading on her brow as she stared at them for a long, awkward moment. Should..she let them in? But then they'd see the pathetic state she was in, and the last thing she wanted to do was make a fool of herself in front of them-!

Her choice was quickly made for her, anyway, as she let out an undignified squeak of surprise when they suddenly tugged her forward into their chest, enclosing her in a hug.

Her first reaction was to freeze– her second was becoming absolutely flustered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink and her mouth closing and opening as she tried to find her words.

"I– ah..um." She stumbled over her words instead, floundering like a fish out of water. Yet she felt a distinct sense of emptiness wash over her when they finally pulled back, looking a touch sheepish. "Sorry, sorry– you just looked like you needed a hug."

The silence spoke for itself, her shoulders tensing slightly. But the way the concern and affection bled through their voice made her waver, her hands trembling as she let out a shaky breath that almost sounded like a sigh.

"It's..It's fine! Fine, I'm fine." She repeated, trying desperately to ignored the way her voice cracked and how hot her face felt– though it was more an attempt to affirm herself that she was not thinking about how warm they felt, how much she..actually enjoyed the hug. She wasn't thinking about it all! Absolutely not!

..Maybe a little.

"Just warn me next time, please?"

[phoebepheebsphibs]

She saw an opportunity

Short story!!

@tmntaucompetition @littlemissartemisia

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Claire was getting sick and tired of it all. Chasing after a little science lab brat like Artemisia was proving to be more difficult than she'd first expected it to be. The annoying little kid could dimension hop, and Claire was becoming exhausted trying to keep up with her. She kept leaping from one universe to the other, one world after the next. Claire kept after her, but Misa always seemed one step ahead. And even beyond that, she made allies everywhere she went! She had every advantage, meanwhile Claire felt shortchanged at every turn.

And now this whole competition. Claire had hoped that something like this would be easier for her. She'd had a look around, and this dimension or whatever it was seemed different than the others -- it wasn't a full world like the rest, it appeared that there was only the compound and arena, nothing more and nothing beyond. There were no windows, no exits, just a series of halls and corridors and lanes and stadiums that looped in on each other and curved back to the start. There were some apartment rooms you could access, but even those seemed closed off from the outside. Claire had a sneaking suspicion that there was no "outside". Good, that would make escape difficult for the little mutant, and capturing her would only be a matter of time. She was already past her deadline, and the hunt for her lost experiment was bordering on obsession by this point. She was exhausted, tired, the light was slowly going out. It felt hopeless. But she couldn't give up now, not when she was so close! She'd donned a disguise to hide her face at first, hoping that would help. Sure, the bird mask and hooded cloak were a bit shady, but Claire loved the dramatics. Of course, most people refused to help someone who looked like they were cosplaying the guy from the neighborhood watch sign. Most folks turned her away, some redirected her on wild goose chases, one even tricked her into getting gassed with hallucinogens that made her see her worst fears! She'd eventually (and reluctantly) given the disguise up, and tried again. Still, he failed. Over and over and over and over again. And again. And again. This was getting ridiculous. She would never... find... her?

No way.

No WAY!!

It was her! That irritating little mutant was standing right over THERE, along with several other mutant turtle tots, and one grown one that was talking angrily on the phone while the children played behind him. It couldn't be this easy... could it? Claire snuck closer and closer to the group. She hid behind pillars, watching them carefully. There was a chubby child that kept hugging a slider turtle, and a very messy turtle that seemed the same age as Misa, who was playing with splattered ketchup and potatoes on the floor. Artemisia was dancing after a butterfly that had distracted her, chasing it around the group and slowly distancing from them as she went after it. The teenager in purple turned his back to them all.

It was now or never.

Claire rushed forwards, grabbed Misa, and dashed away.

The little girl started screaming and crying in her arms, kicking furiously as Claire made her escape. With one arm, she pressed her into her chest; with the other she held her head in place. She wasn't going to get bitten again, she'd learned her lesson from before... The children immediately started crying, the fat one sobbing and scrambling closer to the grownup, catching his attention. The messy one was stunned for a moment, confused as to what had happened. The third immediately gave chase.

"MISA!!!" he shouted, running after Claire as fast as he could.

She turned her head to watch as the kid sped up behind her. Dang, he was fast! He couldn't be any older than 7, maybe even younger! But he ran like the wind, jumping up and pouncing on her back. Claire was knocked to the ground, poor Misa was pinned beneath her.

"Get off of me!" Claire yelled, slapping behind her as she tried to stand up.

"LET GO OF MY SISTER!!" Leo screamed, punching and kicking and slapping and clawing at Claire, even pulling her hair as he fought against her.

Misa managed to crawl out from under her chest, crying and screeching as she ran back to the others. Leon continued his assaults, doing as much damage as a six year old could do, scratching and swiping at her and shouting as loudly as he could. Claire kicked him in the back, scrambling out from under him and letting him fall to the floor behind her as she ran away before the grown up could come after her, too. They were more concerned with Misa and Leo, checking them to see if they were terribly injured.

Claire kept going until she was certain they weren't following her. She darted behind a corner and stopped to catch her breath. This was intolerable! How was she expected to get that atrocious little turtle mutant back if she was constantly outnumbered and surrounded by other mutants?! This was impossible! She couldn't even fight against a tot! How was she supposed to do this?

"Perhaps I can help."

Claire whirled around, looking for where the ominous voice had come from. She couldn't see anyone. She felt something tapping against her foot. Looking down, she saw a disembodied hand, the same one that had spored her before. She screamed, and stomped her foot onto it, hoping to destroy whatever demonic thing it was. It vanished beneath her heel.

"Please, there's no need for such emotional reactions," the Hand.PNG said as it crawled out from a shadow behind her. "I simply wanted to offer my services."

"What... what are you?" Claire asked, stepping away skeptically.

"A prompter, if you will. My purpose is to drive the story forwards. In this instance, YOUR story."

"And how would you expect to do that?"

"Simple. How would you like to recapture not only Artemisia, but four extra turtle specimens?"

"How am I supposed to do that when I can't even catch one turtle tot?"

"Patience, dear one. I have a plan. You will have an ally soon, I simply need to change his perspective... as for you, you must contact your 'associate' and invite him to come here, he will be integral to the plan."

Claire glanced back at the hall she'd just run down, as if she could look back and see the turtle she'd lost again through the crowds. She would do practically anything to get her back, and these scratches across her arms and back and the rips in her fading hair were proof of this.

"...Am I to understand that you are promising to capture Artemisa for me?"

"Oh, heavens no, I wouldn't ever dream of doing such a thing! But I can tell you how it can be accomplished. This is your story, not mine. And you won't get just one, you'll get them all."

"I don't need them all, I just want the one."

"Understandable, but what would you do if Misa were to escape again? Who would you use for your studies and experiments? And in any case, if they should be caught together she will be far less likely to leave them. It would be better for you to take them all, wouldn't you agree?"

Claire grinned wide.

"What did you have in mind?"

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[beardedmrbean]

[charbeloved]

The g/t fandom was FED by wild life holy shit

[ki1ldeer]

I need to do a research paper on the correlation between me taking a chemistry class and me drawing Finn being sad

[itsevansart]

been messing around

make my day by reblogging and not reposting!