Verse: Les Miserables/Pacific Rim AU
Characters: Eponine, Montparnasse, Valjean, Javert, Grantaire
Warnings: Violence, major character death, brief suicidal ideation
"I can’t have someone else in my head," she says shortly, pulling her hair a bit tighter than necessary. "Montparnasse and I were still connected when he—I can’t have someone else in my head, Marshall. I’m sorry." She stands, moves to leave, but what she hears Valjean shouting after her is enough to make her freeze in place.
"Haven’t you heard, Miss Thenardier?" he asks her retreating form. He doesn’t ask with accusation in his voice—he understands. He’s the only other pilot who’s done what she has and lived to talk about it. He’s lost what she’s lost and more. He asks with conviction. "The world is ending. Where would you rather die?" She turns to face him again, and he extends his hand to gesture to the factory. "Here?" The next words send a chill up her spine as she imagines the feel of being connected to the great monstrosity of metal and machinery.
"Or in a Jaeger?"
hey hey hey hey hey lovely people
the year is winding down and it’s prompting me to do a lot of reflection. for starters, i wanted to thank you, each and every last one of you. you’ve been so amazing and incredible and you’ve made this year truly untouchable. stepping into the les mis fandom was the start of something beautiful and through this fandom i’ve met some of the most wonderful, loving people in the entire world, and i’ve made some of my absolute closest friends here. i’ve also been able to grow as a writer, and as a person, and for that, i can never thank you enough.
for all my new friends, thank you so much for blessing my life with your presence and your friendship. for all my old friends, thank you so much for continuing to bless my life. for all my readers, thank you always and forever for giving me a place for my writing, and for showing it—and me—so much love and kindness and support.
this has been a year of new opportunities for me and i’m so endlessly grateful. i got accepted to study abroad and fulfill a dream i’ve had since i was fourteen years old; i got to spend a holiday with a good friend; i got to dive into research and make school an even better place for me to be.
as a thank you to everyone who’s been so incredible to me, i’ll be doing a few things in the next few days.
- follow forever: more likely than not this will be mutual follows, with my closest friends first and then everyone else alphabetically. expect that by the new year.
- fic!: prompt me. i’ll write a couple of fics (not more than two or three—i do have a life outside tumblr :P) for any of this year’s fandoms.
- more fic!: guess who’s STILL working on trtmb and tenorjolras? c’est moi. and i will keep working on this fic even if it’s slow as fuck.
love you all. thank you so much for giving me such an incredible year. may the next year be this wonderful. <3
Talk Revolution to me, Baby // Fanmix
1. Tongue-tied - Grouplove / 2. All Alright - fun. / 3. Diet Mountain Dew - Lana del Rey / 4. Kings and Queens - 30 Seconds to Mars / 5. Can’t Hold Us - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis / 6. Madness - Muse / 7. Revolution - Jim Sturgess / 8. It’s Time - Imagine Dragons / 9. King and Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men / 10. Pompeii - Bastille / 11. All These Things that I’ve Done - The Killers /12. Born to Die - Lana del Rey / 13. Drink with Me - Les Mis Cast / 14. 21 Guns - American Idiot Cast / 15. Carry On (acoustic) - fun.
Based on the wonderful fic by: whitequeentheory.tumblr.com
Cover art by: jen-suis.tumblr.com
Hope you enjoy it! :)
thank you so much, lovely!
Thank you, lovely!!
There’s a link to my personal in the sidebar; just replace the URL in the link to the tattoos with my current URL. :)
leaves a lipstick mark on yr death certificate
writes “sorry xoxo” in pink pen
doesn’t really mean it
(thank you lovely!!)
His first order of business had been that blasted throne. It was the least comfortable thing in the world, and he’d tried to outrun Walkers once. Once that was settled, and a reasonable throne was brought in, one with a cushioned seat and a comfortable back and everything, and room enough for Sam and Rickon, who’d taken to climbing into Sam’s lap with Shaggydog and watching the proceedings with wide eyes and uncharacteristic silence, he’d set to work at restoring Westeros to some place livable.
The shocking thing was, he was good at it.
In which Samwell Tarly becomes King of Westeros, and everyone is more or less polite. Pure, unadulterated crack and fluff.
thank you!!! <3
Vanessa is beautiful in that striking way that makes people stop on the street and tell her so, and she’s a certifiable genius and she’s going to write the greatest novel of the new world, if she can just afford to finish her degree. She smiles at the photographers and she feels like she’s on top of the world when they tell her to pop her hip out just so, yes, hand right there, now look right at me—breathtaking, Miss Rossi, absolutely breathtaking.
When she goes home she sits down at her desk with a mug of hot chocolate and a smile that lets her forget that outside the walls of her flat the world is breaking, crumbling into a chaos that words can’t collect and shape, and she writes about a darkness so deep it swallows the monsters at their door.
I don’t have Tenorjolras but I do have PacRim fic!
hhhh okay this is? a complicated thing? because I want to and I miss writing for Les Mis but there are two things working against me here:
I can’t and won’t force myself to write but I do miss it and I do someday want to go back to it—I just don’t know when or if I’ll be able to, but I really appreciate that there are people who want to see me writing it again <3
SWOON THANK YOU <333