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you’re very valid! and that’s totally okay. if you ever feel a powerful urge to write Something Specific, come talk to me!
🌻+ my url if you want!!! I hold your opinions in high regard and I love you!!
SEND 🌻 + A URL & I’LL WRITE POSITIVITY ABOUT THEM / THEIR BLOG !
@asklemaire - *splutters* But I hold your opinions in high regard??? Like, your recent post on O/liver Twist had me shook, and you just know so much about literature, I just love you for it. It’s also sadly hilarious how the fandom collectively seems to dislike the current version of Les Mis with so much passion, but with good reason. While I have yet to watch it, from the little I have seen in gifsets and so forth, I agree with you that the portrayal of Valjean is regrettable. Another father muse who’s the best father and they did him dirty. ;_;
So it’s good that we have muns like you to protect him and do him justice! Though you do not write frequently, I’ve always enjoyed reading your posts and characterisation. There is a composure / tranquility you imbue in Valjean, one that makes a reader gravitate towards him as someone to rely on and trust.
More than your blog, you are uncompromising in your views and life in general. You’re bold and brave and absolutely admirable, and I admire you lots, did I say I admire you already?? I’m glad to see that you are well. <3
1, 6, 14 I WANT THE HUG JUICE
1. What would prevent you from following someone?
there are like a gajillion reasons i might not follow someone, from my dash being too crowded to uncut posts to me not recognizing the character ( and sometimes i’ll go and read the wiki and if i think i can comfortably garner enough about them from that + pages + i just find them appealing, i might still follow! ), or if i don’t get on well with the writer, though that’s less likely. unnecessary drama + bigotry might also prevent me from following but that’s all subjective and context is key!
6. Do you prefer writing male muses or female more? Why?
i used to really prefer male muses because i used to write mostly canon muses, and as we know the number of writers to handle women well in popular media is really really low. i was also drawn to male muses more as a transmasc person who used rp for escapism and loved projecting onto male muses. now that i’m more comfortable with my own identity, and with burning canon, and with making original characters, i’m writing more fun ladies!
14. Do you think rp has had a positive or negative affect on your life or you as a person?
honestly both, but the negative stands out more. i said i hated tumblr clout and i mean it. for a long, long time it went to my head. it inspired me to talk about people behind their backs. i developed terrible habits. i fed my own victim complex. i thought that, because i was ‘popular’ on the internet, nothing else mattered but ‘maintaining my brand’. i had an inflated ego and the thing about an ego is that it honestly makes you more fragile, because it’s easily damaged. i was hypersensitive. i was snobby. i got really aggressive about the media i consumed and whether or not people agreed with me on it. i was obsessed with being on here, i developed acute anxiety over whether or not i was posting enough, or if i would lose followers for extended absences, to the point where i would make myself sick, or avoid going out with people, or even lie to my family just to have time to write on here. i got into a bunch of toxic relationships because all of the above made me so sensitive and a lot of conversations were happening via text, so i would project tone onto it and seriously trip myself up. i willingly let myself engage in and be influenced by shit that i knew wasn’t okay. i was angry often. i was snappish. i didn’t make physical friends, and while i love my online friends, i can’t stress how much people need human contact and how deeply unhealthy living your life on the internet is. social media really fucked me up and i needed a long, long break and a lot of time with good friends and a good therapist to feel stable enough to come back here.
honestly i only feel comfortable here because i put limits on myself, am aware of the pitfalls, and no longer base my self-worth off of my presence on tumblr. if i notice myself wanting to stay in and write here instead of doing work or going out, i immediately try to find a friend to do something with. i’m still an introvert by nature, but i have a lot more energy for people than i thought i did for people, and i now balance the alone time with other things i enjoy, like work and reading and drawing and watching films. if i ever feel like i’m getting too sucked into things, i just log off and do something else! i tell myself, over and over again, that there is never any need to post here. i am not ‘letting people down’ by not engaging in my hobby when i don’t feel like it or have other things to do because i’m not a celebrity and i’m not a producer. people enjoying my work is fantastic and wonderful and i love it, but i needed to remind myself to do this for me and not create a follower ‘fanbase’ in my mind because that’s a slippery slope and i encourage everyone to not go down it. stay humble stay healthy.
( the positive thing is these issues may have crept up otherwise, but i was able to notice them at a relatively young age and am now in a position to work through them and not repeat these behaviors again! )

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i dID NOT MEAN TO UNFOLLOW U FRIENDO I PROMISE
SAME :/ afaik it’s never unfollowed people for me before, so. I smell a Valjeanian conspiracy.
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Valjean waved the oyster in front of Javert’s face once more, a bit of the slime dribbling onto his finger. Valjean smirked at the inspector then, and drew his hand back to lap the juice with his tongue. He fumbled with his free hand to pick up the lemon wedge sitting on his plate, squeezed, and slurped! Oh, what a joyous sound, and better still, the salt of the sea that kissed his lips! Jean simply could not fathom how the inspector could not delight in such decadence as an oyster— what glorious creatures they were! Entirely delectable and succulent!
“More for me then, I guess, Inspector?” It was a question not because he was unsure of the answer, but because he sought Javert’s attention instead. He wanted his eyes to remain transfixed, ears perked, toes pointed forward. Anything to indicate he might’ve been having the slightest inkling of a good time with the Jack this evening.
The word ‘decadence’ summed up Javert’s rejection of the morsel. And that was disregarding its unappealing appearance. Cold, slimy, slick with its own juices, it reminded him more of a dog’s excrescence than anything edible, let alone to be savored. No doubt his features registered this resulting disgust. They have never been good at hiding truth.
He reached down to his own plate, which though rife with other tradition was oyster-free. His fingers plucked distractedly at a date. “You’re welcome to them, revolting creatures. Don’t break your teeth on a pearl.” He nearly made another quip, some nonsense about Valjean’s treasure hoard, but something stayed his tongue. If he were one for excuses he might lay it at the holiday’s feet.
This all called for another mouthful of champagne. He wished he could say it was the first. However, he felt compelled to make the cause for his unease clear. It wasn’t the company. “I don’t see why we should celebrate the new year. It will come whether we do or not, and most likely it won’t be worth celebrating.”
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Oh These Morons - Accepting
Heleaned back in the chair, taking the front legs a few perilous inches off theground as he considered the question. A slight smile crept onto his overwidelips as he thought back to those days in the country – he hated them.
“She wos ten, I wos eight. She had long, brown ‘air, ‘alf way to ‘erknees I swear. She kept it down, most’a the time – ‘er papa ran the generalstore, she didn’t ‘ave t’keep it in braids. Sometimes she ‘ad it in ribbons.
“We used ta go to the stream t’gether, when I wos done with chores.”That was a lie, Pierre had never finished his chores once in his life. “She ‘elpedme with my arithmetic in Summer, coz my sisters were done wif school’nd didn’twanna bother.
“Nothin’happened, course, but they’re nice memories I s’ppose.”