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lacuna mutata
[... ] a wonderful phrase
lacuna mutata
aint no [... ] craze
it means textual emendations
for the rest of your days
it's a source [...] free
ambiguity
lac[... ]
She remembered a summer's snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They'd each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she'd had none. Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she'd slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt. When she said she wasn't, Arya hit her in the face with another snowball, but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing snow in her hair when Jory came along and pulled them apart, laughing.
Sansa VII
Merle Oberon, Wuthering Heights, 1939
I compressed and minified a Gryphon. Marvel at how tiny it is! (Around the size of a corgi)

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Les Amis initial designs, anyone?
[My Asks box is open for Questions and Art Requests! Please go fill it up, I’ve just finished Uni so need some ideas for doodles. Anon is on too, if you’re shy!]
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R'd be SO jealous on account of Jaime having killed a king and survived a revolution
Grantaire: Good for you, buddy. Bet you got lots of praise and acclaim. *looks unhappily at Enjolras*
Jaime: I. Did. Not.
Yeeeaaaah there'd be some long term serious value clashes between Jaime and Les Amis, but short term he could do numbers in the Cafe Musain. If he can just play nice (which he is capable of!!!) and not pull his whole you-can't-hate-me-if-I-MAKE-you-hate-me-first drill.
It'd be nice for him to get heaps of king slaying praise for once. If he could manage not to get weird about it. Positive reinforcement could fix him! That's what I got from his ASOS arc! (roughly season 3 of the show).
In conclusion:
In honour of barricade day I’d like to share something I overheard from the row behind me in the intermission of Les mis
“the one with the red jacket is my favourite. I hope nothing bad happens to him”
Las Vegas Wedding
(Les Mis Fic Please)
“Don’t fret so, my dear fellow, it was only a little deception to throw the hounds off our trail,” said Courfeyrac, as Marius looked around their shared hotel room – then back at the glistening ring on his left hand – then back at Courfeyrac with the shocked expression of one who had had too much to drink and much too much – apparently – to remember. “The pastor-cum-Elvis-impersonator was our own Bossuet, the rings came from a vending machine, the paperwork was not notarized; it will not hold legal water and, I assure you, your virtue is unmarred.”
“Oh,” said Marius, trying not to look as horribly disappointed by that last bit as he felt.

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ExR, "people lie all the time." OR Theodule/Montparnasse, "quit it or I'll bite."
“I will say this much,” says Grantaire, as the would-be-revolutionary they’ve all been listening to fades away into the audience. “That man deserves a place in the theater. He can play at tears better even that the mademoiselle we saw play Eurydice last night. He might do better with someone else’s script; the one he delivered for us today was a tedious affair. Perhaps his tears were born of boredom at hearing his own dull screed.”
“Peace, friend.” says Lesgle. “The one we’re here to see speaks next.”
“Having heard the weeping philosopher, is the laughing one to follow?” asks Grantaire. “That fat man over there would make a credible Epicurus.”
Legle shoves an elbow into his side. It isn’t enough to really hurt, which is how Grantaire knows the man is fond of him.
Lesgle points at a pale wisp of a man making his way to the center of the room. No, man is likely giving his years too much credit.
“A pretty child,” he tells Lesgle, “and like all pretty children he should be at home with his mother and his dolls.”
“He speaks more like a man than a child,” says Lesgle, with unusual seriousness, “and more like an angel than a man. He may convince even you.”
Grantaire snorts. “I don’t think we’ve heard one man yet who has managed to even convince himself. The lot of them are cheats and liars, and not even as good at it as the fellows I play cards with.”
“Enjolras is honest,” says Lesgle. “Not everyone is as cynical as you. He believes, and he speaks his truth.”
“Truth.” Grantaire laughs at that, loud and coarse enough that a few heads turn to glare at him with disapproval. “The word has no meaning. Bossuet, my eagle of Meaux, people lie all the time.”
“Not this one,” says Lesgle. “Listen.”
And Grantaire does.
The angel-child’s voice is as pretty as his face. Grantaire has decided to despise him. But when he’s done speaking Grantaire must admit two things: he isn’t bored, and there may be such a thing as an honest man.
jaime, he thought. my name is jaime.
based on william-adolphe bouguereau’s version of pieta.
@me1och Replied to your post “I recently found your R blog and I'm still going...”
upd: i'm officially caught up now and am now in deep mourning. your grantaire is delightful
I am glad you enjoyed the Grantaire-ening!
It's not quite the same vibe, but I have a few little Grantaire-centric fic pieces you could check out? My fanfic tag on tumblr is "aporetic fiction". I'm going through and doing house-cleaning this week (trying to fix all the old broken posts), so I'll probably reblog a bunch of it anyway for my own amusement.
(Some people have enjoyed my Fakest Fake Dating AU, in which canon-era Grantaire and Bahorel pretend to date Marius in order to scandalize his grandfather. More Marius-centric than anything, but Grantaire is there!)
Grantaire abandoning his cynicism and dying with Enjolras vs Jaime abandoning Brienne and dying with Cersei
One of :) so so many reasons :) I never :) finished watching :) the show :)
(I didn’t trust the show even a little to do canon Brienne/Jaime and I WAS SO RIGHT.)
Socrates/Alcibiade, florist AU ? (I'm sorry I PANICKED)
“Now, what gift would you say would be least needed by the cobbler? I mean to say, what is it that he is least likely to lack, and therefore will not wish another to furnish him with?”
“…shoes,” responded Alcibiades, looking around glumly at the hundreds of roses he’d had delivered to Socrates’ florist shop.

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*looking at the Enjolras/Grantaire stuff in my fic tag*
*looking at the Brienne/Jaime WIP I’ve been amusing myself writing*
Oh.
Oh no.
I am seeing patterns.
I have such a predictable pairing type.
(Snarky, rude cynic who secretly wants to believe in goodness and hope + the blond haired, blue eyed embodiment of their ideals who makes them want to be better people WHOOPSSS)
I recently found your R blog and I'm still going through it but I just wanted to thank you for capturing his voice so well and for having such a good blog in general. You are a monster and I must admire you
!!! That's so sweet of you to write!
I had a good time with that blog and I'm happy to have made my little contribution to Les Mis Fandom :D It's fun to do an unhinged Grantaire ramble; I think everyone should give it a try.
(Confession: As I was trying to edit broken posts today, I came across a few Greek and Roman references even I couldn't remember the meaning of.)