〘 . I C A R U S . 〙

Icarus is flying too close to the sun. And Icarus's life, it has only just begun. This is how it feels to take a fall. Icarus is flying towards an early grave. RP blog for Grantaire from Les Mis Sideblog to Meowzzah

[icarusbred-a]

apollobred‌.

Whatever desire to move on, to continue the flight in the streets in order to find the drunkard, it is silenced at the round of coughing that comes from the shadows where the secrets dwell. Immediately the blond swivels on his heel and treks toward and then into the darkness without an ounce of fear, having no reason to feel such an emotion given what he was. And thus he found the man who he was looking for, clearly in a less than optimal condition.

“R…” Enjolras cuts the formalities here, nose twitching. Oh no, it’s not difficult at all to smell the blood even if it is a small amount. Despite that, he kneels in order to look the other man over. Definitely in rough condition from the look and sound of him.

“Tsk…”

Grantaire shrinks back, which quickly turns into a flinch. A growl, a hiss, some sort of noise leaves him as he buries his nose and mouth into the dirty sleeve of his shirt. He stares anywhere but Enjolras.

The behavior is clearly unusual for the lovestruck drunkard. No lyrical words, no teasing, no arguing or aching for his touch. Grantaire only wishes to shrink away. Wishes for the perfumed scent that wafts off his skin, whispering of what his blood might taste like, to leave him alone. He notes the irony of this for a moment. At the meetings he is always well-fed, and the scent of Enjolras is intoxicating in a way that Grantaire finds comforting. Now it only mocks him.

[icarusbred-a]

apollobred‌.

A grunt.

Had he been human, the sound would have been too soft for him to catch. But he isn’t human, no matter how he appears. Immediately Enjolras comes to a stop and goes silent, looking around for a few seconds. Had there not been a tinge of worry in him then perhaps it would have been ignored. Despite himself, however, the blond was worried and he was hoping the noise had been the man he was looking for. For once, the worry is worn on his face. 

“Grantaire?” 

He calls again, a bit of hope tinging in his voice. Dammit all, the noise had been too quick to pinpoint the direction it had come from. Where? Where did that sound come from?

The sun glows, but it is not the one in the sky. The light practically seems to radiate from him. Each little fly away of his golden hair catches the light appearing like a halo. He is both enraptured and terrified, for it is only the light on Enjolras that terrifies the hunter of the night so. Somewhere in the swimming of his mind he realizes that the man is looking for him. 

A noise rises from his throat but it dies and turns into a cough. It throws his body forward as he sucks in air and expels it in a gasp. His elbows meet bruised knees and as pain ruptures through his body his head finds it’s way to rest on his wrist were one hand attempts to clutch the other. Grantaire’s throat is so dry, all he can do is spit and cough. Something dark, almost black speckles the dirt and brick.

It is here that he realizes that one, two, possibly three of his ribs are cracked. Worse that he’s fucking starving. The swimming in his gut is from not only his hangover but a primal hunger that is sharp and demanding. Regret and fear take over his mind as panic sets in. 

[icarusbred-a]

apollobred‌.

The feed last night had been thin. In a city filled with such hedonistic people as Paris, one would think that it would be easier for Enjolras to find cavorting couples that he could siphon enough to fill his belly. Unfortunately the rather passionate and rebellious Incubus had very thin luck. There is an angry growl from his stomach which he firmly ignores, the disguise in place to make him blend in with the crowd once again… to an extent. Though what he was focused on now was Grantaire.

The drunkard had not arrived to the group meetings in a few days.

It was enough to even spark him into worry for the man. It was only through Joly that he knew exactly where R’s apartment was. Before that point all he knew was that it was close by. And so help him, if he had to pick the lock to get in and find the idiot then he would. Of course, that didn’t mean the drunkard would be there. So he kept an eye out for the man as well, even calling for him once or twice.

“Grantaire!”

He watched the shadow slowly edge towards his foot. A dangerous game, but playing with death was a common game for Grantaire. He was so close to it already. He felt no fear of the end, so he took no effort to hide from the sun. Only pretended that he could feel it’s warmth as it was so close to him.

There was no strength in him to move anyway. Fatigue or stiffness has set in. There was blood on his lips, but he doubted he had fed. It was more likely from his cracked lip. The sting where his own fang bit into his lip was one of the few things his blurry mind could latch onto. 

“Grantiarie!”

It doesn’t register.  It’s his name but he can’t seem to recognize it. Right now it’s any name but his. Yet it breaks the silence. Disturbs his peace. His gaze travels from the line between shadow and light. Then the sun lights up his world. In all his golden glory the sun is standing several feet away from the alley the vampire is curled up in. It brings a smile to his face. Curling the corners of his lips into contentment, a lovestruck daze spilling over him. That is until he realizes it’s his name being called, then he is only dumbstruck and confusion settles over him. The only noise he manages is a short grunt. One quickly regretted, as he hopes the man simply passes him over.

[icarusbred-a]

;; @apollobred

Grantaire’s stomach churned. Like the ocean rocking back and forth, deep in his gut. It echoed in his head, sliding down his throat where his mouth was too dry and too sweet. His cheekbone ached. If his brain were more clear he might wonder if under that swollen bruise, spreading across his skin in deep hues and smeared blood, a crack blossomed in the bone. 

The sun cast the world in a golden shade, setting upon his beautiful city. It was worthy of a painting if he were not so terribly useless. With hands shaking, twitching. He could not even paint with the blood caked on his fingers, for it was dry and flaking. No, Grantaire could do nothing but rock pitifully against the stone wall of the alley he’d crawled into at some point. He couldn’t remember, and his head ached too much to try. 

Everything was swimming, and days had passed in darkness. Not that he was aware of this. All he knew was that an ocean rocked in his stomach.

[apollobred]

[uservik]

theatre challenge: [1/8 dynamics]              ↳ enjolras and grantaire (les mis)

[icarusbred-a]

apollobred‌.

And it seems the stranger has backed off of the wire and back to solid ground. The string of words is more than enough to sizzle whatever growing irritation had been sparking in the blond, blue eyes widening a fraction. For a second he has to ponder if the man is as drunk as the smell of him suggests. He speaks with an eloquence and lack of a slur that just was not normal for those inebriated out of their gourds. 

Before he can get a word out, a sharp twinge of pain rolls through his head. A choked noise of pain, minor really, leaves his lips while one hand moves up to hold his head. More flashes… the smell of gunpowder, voices of revelry and revolution. 

In the back… settled in a dark corner, a man with two others. He is loud and drunk, grinning and wild. But those eyes often drift his direction. Jade and sad…

What was all of this?

If Enjolras dared to look now he would find those same eyes , filled with worry and sadness , staring at his chest . A million thoughts run through his head . Had somebody slipped him something ? Did he drink too much , or drank something he shouldn’t have ? Ate something he shouldn’t have ?

One things screams louder than the rest . A voice , crying for revolution . He stands a top a carriage with a fist held high . He is colored bright red , forcing him to stand out from the dull shades with blur around him . Then the color of the sky on a clear day , gated by delicate lashes . Cold , dismissive , burning with annoyance . Yet he’d do anything to kept that gaze on him a little longer .

He takes a slow deep breath , pulling humid air into his lungs . It does nothing to calm him , the memories are swimming in his head . Disjointed , fuzzy , but he knows . Discomfort exists in the awareness that the other does not recognize him , fear in that maybe he only pretends to because it’d be easier to rid himself of the drunk that way . 

The thumb presses harder into the mark . “ Drink too much yourself ? ” The humor is gone , his voice is trembling .

[icarusbred-a]

apollobred‌.

His eyes are glittering. Had he been crying before Enjolras discovered him? Absent-mindedly, the blond tilted his head to one side in a manner similar to that of a dog trying to understand the scene going on before him. There are more than a few questions: Who is this? Why is he out here by himself? Why did he seem so familiar even though Enjolras is sure they hadn’t met before? But any curiosity dashes away when the stranger speaks and a spike of irritation lances through the blond. Such flirtations are not a foreign concept to him. Usually such flattery was shallow, insensitive and only a ploy to coax the object of its direction toward the sheets.

“I can assure you, Monsieur, I am no angel.”

The words are said bluntly and with a bite to them. Many have made the mistake of assuming him so before and often they paid for it by having their throats figuratively torn open and ears ruptured asunder by a very irate blond that had no patience for pretty, empty words. Already the stranger had stepped onto the trapeze wire. Now he would have to step carefully. 

“ That so ? Could of had me fooled . ” 

His tone is light , there is a hint of playfulness but nothing more . No urgency , no hidden agenda . Grantaire simply said as he saw . Before him stood an angel in human form , but the weight of his presence still remained . Terrifying and awe inspiring in his glory . 

“ You would be right at home among the Seraphim who’s thunderous voices shake heaven , inspiring in men both fear and awe . Who burn so bright they hide their faces away , lest they blind simple men like me . Surely if I could still stand I’d have taken flight from your light by now , but I fear all I can do is cower under your presence . ” Which truly , he did . Despite his soft smile never losing it’s touch , Grantaire kept his eyes on the ground beneath Enjolras’ feet . 

He recognized this voice , this burning presence . It was heavy in his fuzzy mind , it commanded his dreams . Apollo , his sunlight . To burn under his presence was a blessing . The face he could not remember , but the voice was the same . His thumb pressed painfully against his chest where one of the birthmarks lay .

[icarusbred-a]

❝ what the fuck did you just say to me you little bitch ? ❞ - Apollobred, not direct at R but overheard

;; it’s meme time (accepting) // @apollobred​

Despite being deep in conversation with Joly and Bossuet over the intricacies of pizza rolls , the words that left his darling Apollo’s lips found him . They left him reeling . From his lips his drink spilled as he spluttered , wine falling in fat drips onto his lap . Grantaire stopped , and spun around . Mouth hanging open and searching for the sorry bastard who dared to offend Enjolras on such a level . All he found was him laughing with Courfeyrac and Combeferre . 

That is when it dawns upon him , Enjolras was messing around . He’s quoting a meme .  A choked wheeze leaves him as he crumples to the floor already laughing so hard that is came out noiseless , save for the rare wheeze of him fighting to breath . A hand clutched at his chest while the other attempted to support himself on the floor . Joly immediately went into a panic over his friend , dropping beside him . Bossuet not falling to the fear that Grantaire was having a stroke , understanding that he was laughing in the way R did , found great humor in the scene and pounded the table with a fist as he burst out cackling as well . 

“ How dare you laugh Bossuet ! Enjolras cursing has given him a heart attack ! ”

[puppeteeriing-deactivated202501]

high quality meme starters

taken from all over the internet, some specifically from the youtube channel siIvagunner . 

❝ can i get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh BONELESS PIZZA ❞

❝ and his name is ……. JOHN CENA ! ❞

❝ succ ❞

❝ BUENOS DIAS MANDY ❞

❝ n - nani ?!? ❞

❝ omae wa, mou shindeiru . ❞

❝ how many layers of irony are you on right now ? ❞

❝ SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME . ❞

❝ [ obnoxious sound of the ever popular rickroll ] ❞

❝ they see me rollin’ . they hatin’ . ❞

❝ todokete, setsunasa ni wa ! ❞

❝ nice of the princess to invite us over for dinner, gay __ ? ❞

❝ i hope she made lotsa spaghetti ! ❞

❝ it’s the nutshack ! ❞

❝ BITCH YOU GUESSED IT ! ❞

❝ AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU ❞

❝ whoa …. whoa …. whoa …….. WHOA ! WHOAWHOAWHOAWHOAWHOA — ❞

❝ gee ! it sure is BORING around here ! ❞

❝ you know what they say: all toasters … toast toast ! ❞

❝ it’s hiiiiiiigh noon . ❞

❝ eyyyyyyyyy, sexy lady ! ❞

❝ nice . >:] ❞

❝ i’ll have a number nine large . ❞

❝ the more you know ! ❞

❝ look at my horse . my horse is amazing . ❞

❝ epic jojoke . ❞

❝ squadala, we’re off ! ❞

❝ are you sure about that ? ❞

[ dabs ]

❝ let it go ! let it go ! ❞

❝ are you …. a real villain ? ❞

❝ well, uh … technically, uh …. nah . ❞

❝ we are number one ! ❞

❝ notice me, senpai ! ❞

❝ you’re gonna have a bad time  - sans undertale [ 2015 ] ❞

❝ pokemon go to the polls . ❞

❝ is only game . why u hef to be mad ? ❞

❝ snooPINGAS usual i see . ❞

❝ POOTIS . ❞

❝ ECH . ❞

❝ do not presume . ❞

❝ i’m gay . ❞

❝ i have crippling depression ! ❞

❝ expand dong . ❞

❝ HE HAS NO STYLE ! HE HAS NO GRACE ! ❞

❝ according to all known laws of aviation — ❞

❝ what the fuck did you just say to me you little bitch ? ❞

❝ GOOD SHIT . ❞

❝ i play pokemon go everyday ! ❞

❝ BEGONE, THOT . ❞

❝ jesus christ it’s jason bourne . ❞

❝ BEHOLD THE POWER OF MY STAND ! ❞

❝ taaaaaaaake oooooooooon meeeeeeeeee ! ❞

❝ GET TO THE CHOPPA ! ❞

❝ all your base . now belong to us . ❞

❝ WOOMY . ❞

❝ i used to be an adventurer like you, until i took an arrow to the knee . ❞

❝ look at this dude . oh nononononono …. ❞

❝ i am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand ! ❞

❝ exotic butters . ❞

❝ gotta go fast ! ❞

❝ what does the fox say ? ❞

❝ pen pineapple apple pen . ❞

❝ NOOOOOOO . PLEASE GOD NO, NO . NO . NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO — ❞

❝ get out of my swamp ! ❞

❝ look at all those chickens ! ❞

❝ i’m blue, dabudee dabudi . ❞

❝ thank you, __ ! but your princess is in another castle ! ❞

❝ here i come, rougher than the rest of them . ❞

❝ HEHEHE I AM A SUPAHSTAR WARRIAH ❞

❝ press f to pay respects . ❞

❝ the cake is a lie . ❞

❝ owo what’s this ? ❞

❝ SAY WHAAAAAAAT ? ❞

❝ now this is a story all about how my life got twisted upside down . ❞

❝ it’s lit, fam ! ❞

❝ yes, hello . i was wondering i you could play that song, again . ❞

❝ smoke weed every day . ❞

❝ but hey, that’s just a theory ! A GAME THEORY ! ❞

❝ is that a motherfucking jojo reference ??? ❞

❝ [ room on fire ] this is fine . ❞

❝ fuck the police, comin’ straight from the underground ! ❞

❝ this bitch empty . YEET ! ❞

❝ god i wish that was me . ❞

❝ fuck this shit i’m out . ❞

❝ [ knuckles voice ] oh no . ❞

❝ yeah bOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII ❞

❝ dicks out for harambe . ❞

❝ guess i’ll die . ❞

❝ ya like jazz ? ❞

❝ ow the edge ❞

❝ W H O M S T’ D V E ❞

❝ words can’t hurt me these shades are gucci . ❞

❝ __, shut the fuck up and get the fuck out . ❞

❝ it’s over nine thousand !! ❞

❝ HEEEEEEYEYAAAAAEYAAAEYEYE !!!! ❞

❝ rollin’ around at the speed of sound ! ❞

❝ but that all changed when the fire nation attacked . ❞

❝ that day, humanity received a grim reminder . ❞

❝ DOH ! ❞

❝ two to the one to the one to the three . ❞

❝ so long, gay bowser ! ❞

❝ WEEWOO WEEWOO ❞

❝ GRAND DAD . ❞

❝ IT’S HIP TO FUCK BEES . ❞

❝ DON’T FUCK WITH ME I HAVE THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE ❞

❝ inhale my dong enragement child ❞

❝ HERE COME DAT BOI ❞

❝ look at this photograph ! ❞

❝ souljia boy i tell ‘em . ❞

❝ you know i had to do it to ‘em . ❞

❝ wake me up [ WAKE ME UP INSIDE ] ❞

❝ can’t touch this . ❞

❝ deja vu ! i’ve just been in this place before ! ❞

[from-another-country]

J'ai tué ma mère / I Killed My Mother(2009)

[kirbyshay11]

I’m just a clingy loser who needs constant attention and reassurance that you love me

[lukas-musings]

   It’s a 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘦𝘳𝘢…            but humanity is as 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙊𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙏 as it was in my original time. 

                  You think you’re 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒                                      but then someone’s 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 in your face.

           You say you’re who you’re meant to be 

                                                       & and they call you a 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚!

[icarusbred-a]

apollobred‌.

The pounding of the bass, both in the air and in his skull just emphasizes even further how much parties are very much not his kind of thing. And yet, somehow, Courfeyrac continued to succeed in dragging him to such events and he was never able to figure out how. Stepping out was simply to be expected, simply something that ticked into place like clockwork. The noise and nonsense drove him away like it always did. The cool air sends a faint twinge through his torso, pinpoint pricks of ache that located specifically in eight birthmarks sprinkled around his body, all similar in appearance.

Bullet wounds, his mind whispers from somewhere in the back. 

It’s ignored. But there’s a voice on the wind, the words running together and impossible to hear. Hands tucked in his pockets, Enjolras turns his head in the direction of the sound. Blue eyes land on someone standing on the sidewalk. Something pulls him, he doesn’t know what. He doesn’t know what but he goes without a word. Getting close, it seemed the other heard him and started which sent a cascade of beer into the street. A twitch, the liquid changing– if only for a second– to blood red in his mind’s eye before going back to the usual piss yellow.

His gaze turns back to the brunet and instantly that voice starts up.

Artist, drunk, skeptic, friend…

There’s a name at the tip of his tongue… but Enjolras cannot bring himself to speak.

It was nearly as if his very words had conjured him . Jade green eyes , glistening with tears he had yet to realize and fuzzy with drunkenness , slowly examined the person before him . His gaze dare not travel further than his chin . Even in this state he knew better than to stare into the sun , or perhaps it was because of this state he was in . The more fuzzy his head got the more they came . Thoughts filtering through his brain of a Paris from long ago .  Once he was sober again though , they would fade back to nothing more than strange feelings .

Bloody knuckles , sweet wine , the laughter of friends , the scorn of the man he loved ... silence after a long fight , then a hand in his before he bleed slowly to death . Choking on his own blood .

Suddenly he grinned , a heavy swiping at his face before running through his messy hair . Grantaire didn’t feel the need to be caught sobbing over things he couldn’t explain . This was a party after all , he was here to have fun . It’s a lie that’s not why , you don’t want him seeing you crying . 

“ Well , don’t you look as out of place as an angel among sinners can . ” The words are leaving his lips before he can even register what he is saying , and part of him is horrified he’s spoken . Even so a lopsided smirk , cocky and sure of himself , has stolen his lips . As if something had taken over him that he could not explain . Don’t take your eyes off me , let me bathe in your glow a little while longer .

[bumblepop-a]

HIATUS FROM JUNE 17 - JULY 17

Upon further consideration I have decided to go into a full hiatus until my trip is over. On the 22nd, or possibly sooner, I will be leaving for several weeks on a trip to stay with my boyfriend. I am stressed between last minute preparations, college paperwork, and my continuous job hunting in an area where the job market is basically impossible. So I will be spending this week making my prep to leave and relaxing. I am working on a new sideblog for usagi from sailor moon in my down time to de-stress. With all the construction going one with this blog right now with the new muse page I’m feeling a little overwhelmed on this blog. 

I need some time to really consider what I want to do with my muse pages. So really all this just goes into, I won’t be here but CLEATHDENIED, ICARUSBRED, AND NCTBRAVE will all be ON A SOFT SEMI-HIATUS. Things will be slow on those blogs but I will still be active. Right now my inspiration is Usagi and I want to just follow that. 

DM ME FOR MY DISCORD if you want to be able to still chat and plot with me. I am willing to write on discord as well.

[cohenchrismukkah]

[thezilahinolvina-blog]

“If nobody else in this world will stand beside you, I’ll be right there to hold your hand.”

- Zilah (via thezilahinolvina-blog)