10.03. Happy Birthday, Oswald!
I’m just reblogging so much stuff to my reference/inspiration blog, when I’m supposed to have time to draw/write everything….?
Hello all! Due to the overwhelming amount of participation in the Les Mis Historical AU Fest last year and the enthusiasm for a reprisal within the current fandom, we’ve decided to bring it back! All forms of art work are valid; cosplay, poetry, prose - however you’d like to be involved. At the end of the week all works located within the official tag 'Les Mis Across History' will be gathered into a masterpost for all to see and enjoy.
The fest will take place from March 16th through the 22nd. We encourage you to continue posting in the tag even after the week ends, because, well, what’s not to love about exploring reoccurring themes throughout humanity’s history with much beloved characters?
Rules as taken from the original LMAH post:
The only restrictions that are going to be in place are no modern* AUs and no works set in the canonical era - there are so many other possibilities and we see both of those frequently enough that it’d be nice to get some fresh air into the fanworks. That aside, any are welcome!
((* modern used in this sense refers only to the current modern AUs that are prevalent in the fandom right now and do not disclude any works that take place in decades such as the ’20s, ’50s, ’80s, etc; only those in very recent or current history))
If you have any further questions please don’t hesitate to send an ask my way or to maedhrys - we look forward to seeing everyone’s contributions!
I appreciate fine art and fine boys
Angels were never meant to fall
And you were the loveliest of all
Devils don’t fly, but I try.
Guys, btw, this is an actual insult
if he calls your mother a hamster, it indicates that she is a fast-breeding rodent— you can get the insult there
and if he says your father smelt of elderberries, well, wine was primarily made from elderberries in the time of king arthur. he’s calling his dad a drunk
Lately, I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep, dreaming about the things that we could be
reincarnation!au where combeferre’s chest is dotted with three large and very apparent “birthmarks” that hold no real meaning beyond the moments he looks at himself in the mirror and there is a feeling of grief he cannot pin even if sometimes he feels like something rests on his tongue just waiting to be screamed.
it’s in his dreams he sees swift moving figures and faces that are blurred despite feeling as though he should know each one. there is gunfire, there is onslaught and he always hears a name he swears is his own merely because it feels right and nothing else. but the pain is always sudden - one, two, three - and he can taste what he imagines to be gun powder and the impact of cold cobbles against his back. there’s no time for breathing - his fingers grip for anything and there is nothing - they need him, he has to - but there is a ringing and the world goes hazy and all he can see is sky.
and he always awakes clutching his chest as though bayonets had only left contact - as if there should be blood soaking his fingers - and good god he’s alive even though he can’t help but wonder just who the hell he even is when his reflection grants him no satisfaction
new student enjolras protesting the dress code for women in school showing up in a skirt the very first day
nobody blinks and at first he thinks his protest is going great and everyone is being supportive and open minded
he throws a chair against the wall as soon as he realizes it’s because nobody noticed he is a guy