#feedeslilas

[sathinfection]

dear sath, today in class we analyzed a poem. prof: "let's pay attention to everything before the colon, starting with the 'but'." student: "i think the but is important." student #2: "but what does the but mean?" me: I WISH SATH WAS HERE. that's my story, love, marie.

beautiful. 

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1. of the fic you’ve written, which are you most proud of?

Madness & Civilization! I think it comes closest to the kind of original short fiction I'd like to get my butt into gear about writing, at the same time it's also very much a fanfic - the resolution only makes sense because the reader has outside knowledge of these characters, and I devoted a lot of energy to engaging with the source text and digging at fandom. 

9. a passage from a WIP

oh boy do i even have any WIPs ummm ok so once i tried to write jvj wingfic for voksen-sempai so here goes:

Valjean’s leans closer, the lantern in his hand throwing light in Javert’s eyes. Javert flinches. Valjean must have rushed to the water as soon as he dropped off the boy’s corpse, his hair still damp from washing out the filth of the sewers. He knew what Javert was going to do; of course he knew. Valjean holds out his arm to help Javert up. 

“Leave me be,” Javert says, gripping Valjean by the wrist as he gets to his feet. 

“We must get away from here before someone sees you.”

 Javert realizes, with a sickening shifting in his horizon, that he is a now a curiosity; a thing to be contained, restricted, and viewed. He is too aware of what that feels like from the perspective of the jailer. What would be done to Javert? Surgery, perhaps, if he were lucky – the most likely scenario was the Museum of Natural History [replace ref w something better]. Valjean tries to throw his coat around Javert, which strikes him as nearly the greatest absurdity of the night. Javert’s wings are easily three times his stature and he’d need a tarp to conceal them. Valjean almost seems distressed when he realizes this.  

12. what’s your favorite place for writing resources?

WIKIPEDIA. 

[sathinfection]

feedeslilas: i hate that we live in a world where i can google "dogs poop north" and there are results

[shinelikethunder]

feedeslilas replied to your post: “[[MOR]DOCTOR: So, where do you want to go, eh? What do you want to...”:

hello you are the greatest and i'm proud of you <3

Thanks <3 that was a thing I think I needed to hear

[humble-wayside-flower]

feedeslilas replied to your post:you don't know how much you've helped me just by being you - you're a miracle, all right?

i didn’t send this but i would like to add that kylie is not only a miracle but a sweetheart

You are a sweetheart and such a great friend, oh my goodness

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courfeyrac sickfic!

“I hear whiskey helps,” Gaston said, hovering nervously over the small child of nine. 

“Whiskey is for toothache, not fevers,” Cassian replied, handing his lover’s son another packet of Capri Sun and leaving some fresh tissues by the bed. 

Gaston, in utter ignorance of what else to do, gave his son a light punch in the arm and told him to soldier on. 

[nisiedrawsstuff]

feedeslilas replied to your photo “oh god i might have already drawn some yaoi hands e/r at some other...”

is the flower in the bottle a metaphor for grantaire ejaculating is grantaire ejaculating at the exact moment of the picture

it was a metaphor for a boner but sure, it can totally be an embarrassing creaming his pants situation

septembriseur replied to your photo “oh god i might have already drawn some yaoi hands e/r at some other...”

i am genuinely frightened by these hands

as am i. you have no idea how difficult and painful it was to draw them so badly. like, i had to keep using photoshop's transform tool to make them bigger and it just hurt so bad.

noyades replied to your photo “oh god i might have already drawn some yaoi hands e/r at some other...”

you're my hero

thank you i just

wish i could be a hero for something other than posting shameful and embarrassing art

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Weaselverse Master Post

Now that the Weaselverse arc has reached to death and beyond, I felt the need to compose a master post, for people who have only followed the saga in pieces, or for anyone who wants one convenient bookmark for all the weaselverse installments. 

Part 1: Birth

Septembriseur requests a fanfic about weasels taking over Courfeyrac's rooms in the ancestral manse while he's in school. I added a morbid epilogue, as one does. 

Part 2: Childhood

Ireny illustrates Carl and one of the weasels. We are still full of hope for the future. 

Part 3: Adolescence

Marie, inspired by the potential of Alexandra's lone weasel, begins a four-part exploration of parental loss. 

Part 4: Adulthood

Gaston learns of the weasel de Courfeyrac. 

Part 5: Old Age

The weasel sickens. Word of God is that the weasel has cancer, as domesticated ferrets are wont to suffer in their silver years. 

Part 6: Death

A funeral is held for the weasel. Cassian loses control of his assets. We find out how Enjolras felt about snow. 

Part 7: The Other Side

Septembriseur returns to inquire as to whether the weasels held a funeral for Courfeyrac. They did.