#dontcallmeapollo

[anabundanceofcourfarchive]

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-Being completely and totally dominated

[i-am-wild-r]

yodels here's what my reply situation looks like:

Replied:

jehanthetormented (college roommates)

noncorporealrevolutionary (childlike innocence and icicle melts)

thebarricadeneedsamis (alcohol, sick, JehanxR, JuniperxR)

propitiius (Run Away With Me)

In Drafts:

charming-butterrible (caught masturbating)

rosie-harper (timed soulmate)

dontcallmeapollo (shirtless, caught masturbating, snowed in, first date)

poorworkingman (Expecto Patronum)

marble-lover-of-liberty (Full Moon)

don't mind my weird ass thread names I have to bullshit this paper and find my muse before I do replies. I will try and work on them over the next two or three days and have them out by Tuesday or Wednesday. As always, let me know if I missed a thread or if you want to drop something. = w=

[masquesous]

30%

>> You're kinda cute, I guess 

"And you're kind of annoying, but I guess I won't kill you." 

[i-am-wild-r]

Snowed In || dontcallmeapollo&i-am-wild-r

There had been a report to expect bad weather that night. Alright -- whatever. Snow was snow. If Grantaire lost power, he lost power. It wasn't like he was going to do anything other than drink and paint, and he could paint by candlelight. It might actually be an interesting concept piece -- Life in Shadows... or something bullshit-tastic like that.

After the meeting, everyone rolled out of the Musain except for Enjolras and the skeptic himself. Everyone who left wanted to "beat the weather." Grantaire assumed Enjolras had more important things to worry about than the weather, and the artist wanted to finish his drink in peace -- and maybe make sure Enjolras got home okay, but good luck getting him to admit that to the chief.

When he finished the last of his drink and noticed Enjolras was getting ready to leave, he decided to go as well. He stood from the table and made his way towards the front door, glancing into the back of the cafe on his way out. It seemed like all the workers had already gone home. They trusted the Amis enough to let them lock up. Grantaire had been the last person out of the building so many times that he knew the drill -- lock the door on the inside before closing it from the outside.

He went to open the door and practically ran into it. He paused, contemplating how drunk he really was and tried again. No, the door still wouldn't open. The cynic frowned, slamming a shoulder into the door. Nothing. If a 200 plus pound boxer couldn't open the door, the door probably wasn't going to open. He moved to look out the window, and everything made sense.

Sometime between the beginning of their meeting and now, several feet of snow had fallen from the sky and built up around the Musain. That's why he couldn't get the door open -- they were blocked in by the snow. Maybe there was another way out. Worst case scenario, he would be stuck in the cafe with Enjolras until the snow melted or someone came and found them. Depending on how long that was, this could become a very dangerous situation.

"....Sooooo, Apollo," Grantaire started slowly, meandering his way back over to the blonde, "Hypothetically speaking... Say it snowed a shit ton like they predicted... and we got snowed in somewhere. Together. Alone. What would you do?"

[volatilepoet-archieve]

Insomnia ;)

Enjolras’ hair must be made of sunlight…

And his soul is burning nitrogen.

And his skin is…something pretty.

[i-am-wild-r]

Heyo so I think this is what my replies situation looks like.

Replied:

chefenrouge (plane crash)

dontcallmeapollo (x2 — bailed out of jail & caught shirtless)

marble-lover-of-liberty (werwolf au)

thebarricadeneedsamis (x3 — alcohol, sick, and JehanxR)

redrevolutionary (timed soulmate)

noncorporealrevolutionary (childlike innocence and icicle melts)

In Drafts:

rosie-harper (timed soulmate)

don'tcallmeapollo (starter for snowed in)

If something about this doesn't look right, let me know. = w= There is a good chance that over the holidays I missed a reply or something. If you want to drop a thread, just let me know. Promise I won't be butthurt or anything, I just need to know so I don't keep wondering what happened or bother you about it.

s w a g

[volatilepoet-archieve]

I want the K

3. Single-Lip Kiss:

Jehan smirked slightly as he pulled Enjolras into a hug and gently caught the man's bottom lips between his own. With a gentle tug of his head, he brought him closer, humming playfully. It was the man's own fault for getting caught beneath the mistletoe. How could Jehan pass up such a perfect opportunity?

[i-am-wild-r]

I'm out and about with my crazy aunt (no, really--) so I'll do the couple of short replies I have when I get somewhere and settle down