Help Me Make It Light

All it takes is a spark to light a fire. I am Valentin Enjolras. Pleased to meet you. Indie Les Miserables Blog - OC friendly.

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Through A Glass Clearly

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Grantaire had spent the entire day at the shelter, looking after the animals and even playing with them every now and then when he had enough time to actually do so. Which wasn’t even that much, since there were so many people who had been looking for a pet, and Grantaire simply loved helping everyone to find the perfect pet for them. He had especially loved the expression of pure joy on a little girl’s face when she had finally gotten the dog with only three legs which she’d wanted for weeks now.

His shift had ended by now, and he was in the staff room where he got dressed - which mainly meant putting on a pullover - when one of his co workers came in and told him that someone had just asked for him. Grantaire sighed, telling his co worker that he’d be there soon. As much as he loved his job, today was not the day he wanted to spend doing over-hours; he’d planned on going home and finishing the painting he’d started weeks ago for Feuilly. The artist shook his head and went back into the shop, raising an eyebrow when he saw Enjolras.

“Oh fearless leader of mine, to what do I owe you the pleasure?” he asked and smirked, leaning against the table and crossing his arms in front of his chest. He had never seen Enjolras in here, so yes, he was indeed curious about what the other man might possibly want.

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A shelter had not been the first occupation to spring to mind when he thought of Grantaire. However, Courfeyrac had mentioned it to him once and apparently the rumour was quite true as Grantaire had appeared before him with that eternally irritating smirk. Valentin had written theories about the potential collapse of the universe should Grantaire and his smirk be separated. Combeferre had found these theories and had been most ridiculous about them. It was a creative exercise and not at all a ‘representation of the unfortunate ways in which an otherwise intelligent brain can obsess over disconnected details instead of seeing a whole picture’. 

He had been examining a series of photographs of the volunteers at the shelter before he was interrupted, but now turned and offered a brief, impatient smile. “Hello to you, Grantaire. I’d apologise for interrupting but I was told your shift was over and the whereabouts of your apartment is not information I’ve been made privvy to yet. I could use your advice and I don’t particularly want to wait until the next meeting. Do you have some time?”

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@absxthe

Sometimes even his headphones wouldn’t block out the noise of the cafe, and usually Valentin was all right with that. Usually he didn’t mind that he was often surrounded by the noise of his friends and acquaintances. He liked that he could participate or sit in silence and observe. He liked that they bled in and out of his awareness while he worked on important projects. 

Today, however, he was tired and strained and every nerve seemed rubbed raw by people. Friends, strangers, everyone. Each word and movement was just too much and after thirty minutes of trying and failing to hide how introvertedly overwhelmed he was, Valentin muttered a quick apology and escaped out the back of the building to lean against the wall, stare at the graffiti and breathe long calm breaths to clear his mind.

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Offer me sense, offer me peace

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Valentin entered the cafe swiftly, moving through the small gathered crowds briskly and moving on to the back rooms where he deposited his books on a free table, already loosening his cravat and reaching into his satchel for his notes and writing instruments. There was a lot to do. Several articles that he needed to polish as well as a speech to work on and a couple of rather important assignments - all in all a full evening and probably a full night. 

His brow creased slightly as he laid out the two articles and started flipping swiftly through the more pertinent of the volumes he had brought with him. They had been working hard lately and there had been precious little to show for it. He was concerned for Feuilly, who’s working situation was swiftly becoming untenable and dammit though his friends didn’t always expect him to notice things like that, he did. He paid attention for all that Grantaire would insist upon comparing him to various marble effigies. In general they were holding, but sometimes Valentin was concerned that there were stressors, cracks in their foundation that he was not paying appropriate attention to. 

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Starter Call

Like for a starter folks, Valentin is keen to meet new friends. I’ll send them out tomorrow night or the night after. Note - they will generally be from modern!verse unless your character seems to prefer canon!verse simply because that’s more adaptive, if you want to try something specific, drop me a message and we can plot it out!

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Through A Glass Clearly

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He had scratched through five pages when he finally gave up. Five pages of notes that spiraled into rambling that was away from the point, the same sentence rephrased so often that he couldn’t remember what it was supposed to look like anymore. He’d been staring at his sixth page, which so far had been doodled with several ridiculous sheep and a large angry looking storm cloud but a positive dearth of words he could use towards his word-count for at least forty-five minutes when Valenting made a quick decision and closed his notebook altogether. It was the work of moments to gather his things, leave a tip for the waitress of the coffee shop he liked to write in, stretch out his aching back and walk outside to his bike. 

Struggling through the writer’s block was not working. Valentin was a dedicated writer but he was not stubborn to the point of insanity. If sitting in Meanwhile Cafe for three consecutive hours was not sufficient to work through this particular knot in his project, then obviously just trying to work through the problem was not the appropriate course of action. He had tried brain-storming, plotting, talking to several friends and fellow students about his options, writing the story from other perspectives, and even finger painting. The last had been suggested by Jehan and had been extraordinarily messy. Something about getting in touch with his inner child. 

So, perhaps it was time to try an alternative route. More than one author had sworn by the efficiency of opiates and alcohol when it came to working through projects. Obviously anything ilegal was out of the question if just for the sake of practicality. Valentin might have several opinions on the ridiculousness over the current state of legalisation of recreational drugs, but for his first foray into writing under the influence it seemed wiser to stick with a tamer , more legally acceptible option. 

 Valentin Enjolras was a man who believe in doing things very thoroughly once he had decided on doing them at all, and this included researching his course of actions and asking advice from those who knew what they were doing. Out of everyone in his friend group no one knew alcohol quite like Grantare. He killed the engine of his bike, pulled off his helmet and walked around to the entrance, dusting down his jeans as he went.

All this was how Valentin Enjolras ended up asking for Mr Grantaire at the front desk of the animal shelter.

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Headache

Hi guys - can't tumblr tonight! I'm home late and my head is pounding. Send me a message if you'd like to start a thread and I'll pick it up when I get back!

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do you have any aus for apy/secret agent themes?

“I’m trying to use this phone booth, and yes, I know that no one uses them anymore, but I forgot my cell phone charger, okay? Well, unfortunately, the bottom of the phone booth has fallen out and I’ve ended up in the broom closet of a secret CIA headquarters.” AU

“I’ve been dating this person for what, two years now? How am I supposed to react when they come to our anniversary dinner as our waiter/waitress, only to tell me in the middle of a crowded restaurant that they’re undercover?? Undercover from what??? My potential wrath?!?” AU

“I’ve always been jealous of my spouse’s watches/jewelry, so this afternoon I decided to indulge myself in trying one of them on, only to find a dart shooting out from the side of said item. This only raises the question of what they do in their spare time…” AU

“You’ve been doing WHAT to my computer?! This is my personal space - I don’t care what virus you think has hacked its way onto my computer!…NO, EVEN IF IT’S FROM A PORN SITE. DO I LOOK LIKE I WATCH PORN. AM I THE TYPE OF PERSON TO WATCH PORN. DON’T ANSWER THAT.” AU

“I’m just an innocent blogger who is attempting to find a local apartment that I can rent out with a roommate, but the one that I found on Craigslist is a bit sketchy. However, the roommate is EVEN sketchy-er. Why do they always have that hood up anyways?” AU

“I’m a secret agent for the FBI who has been charged with the task of taking out one of our own, but I didn’t know that the CIA’s head janitor counted as ‘one of our own.’” AU

“I go to a school for training future spies, and I unfortunately have a crush on one of my classmates. It’s difficult to find alone time in a place where everyone quite literally lives to know secrets.” AU

“I work at a car dealership and I can’t stop laughing at this one customer who came in looking for a certain car that I’ve never heard of, giving me a ‘code word’ or something like that, saying that ‘that should get them into the secret lot.’ I sent them away, to say the least, but now I’m in trouble with my manager for ‘incorrect conduct.’ What was I supposed to do? Take the person who said ‘symbiotic bananas’ seriously?!” AU

“This person’s umbrella on the subway is beeping” AU

“Why are you not wearing any clothes. Where did you come from. Why are you talking to yourself. No no no no no, there isn’t a bluetooth there. Stop it. I can’t believe this. My brain hates my eyes for seeing this.” AU

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AUs for the adventurous

“I started to drown and you performed CPR so now I’m in the hospital with two broken ribs and a lung infection” AU

“You keep asking me how to get stains out of clothing because I’m really good at it but your requests are getting weirder and weirder” AU

“I didn’t take the neighbor seriously about thinking you were a werewolf but I just saw them preparing a hunting kit so do you want to spend the night of the full moon just in case they try something” AU

“We both witnessed a crime but what we saw doesn’t match up and I know you’re wrong” AU

“You were standing nearby and told me not to climb the thing because I’d break my arm but whoops I fell on you and broke yours instead” AU

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The Joys of "RP-Parenting" Starter Meme

//Send a № to my inbox and I’ll randomize one of these prompts or select one that fits! Unless our muses are already involved and have spawned, these are assumed to be AU or ‘oneshots’ by default.//

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1. Muse A hasn’t slept a wink in three days. Muse B has been away from home working/generally doing other things and thinks Muse A is overreacting by being stressed out.

2. Muse A and Muse B are in a shopping center. Their child (it can be the child of one muse or both) proceeds to throw a temper tantrum over something right there in public. People without children look at them in a judgmental fashion.

3. Muse B flushes a diaper down the toilet without realizing the consequences of their actions.

4. After the birth, Muse A and Muse B get into a fight about circumcision. 

5. Muse A witnesses Muse B being sprayed in the face by an 'air strike’ while changing the baby’s diaper.

6. The Muses have to go pick up his/her/their child from school after said child gets sent home early for wreaking some sort of havoc. 

7. Little Timmy or Tammy receives a talking to about bullying other children.

8. Muse A is annoyed with Muse B because Muse B acts like an ass whenever they go to Little Timmy or Tammy’s Little League game. 

9. Little Timmy or Tammy needs a talking to about why it’s not okay to be a bully.

10. Muse A gets into an argument with another irritating parent. Muse B is less than pleased by the aftermath of the drama.

11. Little Timmy or Tammy has the stomach flu– and it isn’t pretty. 

12. Muse A and Muse B deal with issues of gender stereotyping.

13. “They get it from your side of the family, Muse A." 

14. Muse A and Muse B finally have a night alone! … They fall asleep and wake up all of an hour before the kids are due home.

15. Muse A and Muse B get into it over Little Timmy or Tammy following in Muse B’s Epic (or whatever variety) Footsteps.

16. Little Timmy or Tammy has developed that piercing scream small, happy children have; it is unceasing, and Muse B is nearing the end of their rope. Save them, Muse A!

17. Little Timmy or Tammy sticks some sort of foreign object up their nose and has to go to the doctor to get it removed.

18. Little Timmy or Tammy watches "Home Alone” for the first time and proceeds to recreate Kevin’s 'traps’. Muse A or Muse B becomes the victim of these dangerous shenanigans.

19. “How did Little Timmy/Tammy glue their hand to their head?”

20. Muse and Muse B  are plagued with Timmy or Tammy’s various child rhymes about bodily functions in front of another set of annoying, smug parents.

21. “They’re picking their nose and putting it everywhere!”

22. Time to shop for Back to School Clothes and Supplies! … The night before school starts. 

23. “Where do babies come from?”

24. Little Timmy or Tammy sneak up onto the roof and get stuck up there. It’s a mystery– there’s no attic or ladder access.

25. Little Timmy or Tammy says something that could be hugely misconstrued by someone else

26. Muse A or Muse B turns their back on Little Timmy or Tammy in a public place, then turns back around to realize they’ve made a giant mess everywhere.

27. Where did Little Timmy or Tammy learn that four-letter word?! Scandal.

28. Little Timmy or Tammy manages to climb into one of those claw machines found at an arcade, grocery store, bowling alley, etc.. … So that’s great. 

29. “He followed me home. Can we keep him?”

30. Muse A and Muse B find out Little Timmy or Tammy accidentally set a field on fire while goofing around. 

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Starter Call

Anyone keen to roleplay with one Valentin Enjolras? New Enjolras indie blog, very interested in plotting/rping.

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Sigh Not So But Let Them Go || Valentin and Grantaire

Each action was pointedly accurate, exactly as it should be. He went to class and paid attention to his lecturers. He asked questions and took notes, taking notes and exchanging comments with his fellows students as he left. He had lunch in the quad, seated under his usual tree, giving the odd encouraging shout to a group playing ball nearby. The sun was warm and the shade was leafy and green. He ate his sandwich and the small apple pastry, drank his water and went in for the rest of his classes. At the end of the day he packed his things into his bag precisely the way he did so every day and assured Xavier and Etienne that he was oing just fine, that in fact he had no less than two papers to finish before the weekend so they had better go drinking without him. 

His bike was secured out the front and he put on his helmet, unlocking the lock and packing it away. She was a gorgeous thing, vintage and perfectly tuned, his little project when he wasn’t working on his novel or his plays or trying to contribute to the amnesty and various other poitical platforms around the campus. She was different from the large, deep-voiced motorbike that belonged to Etienne Bahorel, and to the bicycle Isaak Combeferre preferred, biking everywhere with his ferret stuck in the front basket enjoying the wind. She was old fashioned but powerful and he could almost believe he was free when he rode her. He gunned the engine now, letting the roar take him away from his morbid thoughts and heading off towards R’s appartments. There were very very few people he wanted to actually talk to about his recent failure at romance, especially since Xavier and Armand had been so excited that he was seeing anyone at all. 

He drew up outside the apartment building and parked his bike, taking the steps three at a time and ringing the bell forcefully.

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