Now i'm old.
I live with my wife.
I don't really care for her i think i hate my life
Now i do crime with the gang. I miss him everyday.
Sometimes i pretend my wife is the stranger that took Cosette i might be gay.

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Now i'm old.
I live with my wife.
I don't really care for her i think i hate my life
Now i do crime with the gang. I miss him everyday.
Sometimes i pretend my wife is the stranger that took Cosette i might be gay.
pov: you’re getting mugged
Who would win
Jean Valjean
Guelemer
Patron-Minette's Prison Break from La Force Prison. Volume 4, Book 6, Chapter 3.
Clips from <Il cuore di Cosette>.
I have lots of Vautrin vs Guelemer thoughts right now (thanks to last post reblogged) and the role of education in hugo and balzac’s worlds (guelemer is basically an uneducated vautrin in a way, and an education would have saved him, whereas vautrin is a man of the people who got an education and a love of art and literature but that doesn’t channel his rage into anything constructive) but can’t make it into anything coherent and non reductionist at the moment.
Oooh if you're still taking requests, maybe draw the four heads of Patron Minette or Montparnasse and Sous cause I love them?? :D
Hi thanks for this request! ive been meaning to get my designs for the crew in order and this was a great motivation! Hope you like it!
Applications for the role play roles on the blog @completely-lesamis for the roles of the Patron-Minette, Bahorel, Marius, and Cosette.
Hello everyone!
This blog is, as of a few days ago, one year old!
We sincerely apologise for the fact that this blog has been mostly inactive in the past while. We as a group are hoping to become more active, and with this comes replacements for the members that have left the group.
We’re currently accepting applications for some new characters, and replacements for some current characters!
We are looking for:
Montparnasse
Babet
Claquesous
Gueulemer
Bahorel
Cosette
Marius
To apply to this blog, you must be:
Between the age of 13 and 20, or have been asked to apply
Able to use Discord as a main source of communication (and, if does not have a Discord account, can create one)
Able to be online at least once a week regularly
Able to answer asks as your selected character
Must be following both @queerfave and @probably-enjolras
In about 2 weeks, we will go through the responses and select our characters!
- Mod Enj and Mod B (Enjolras and Combeferre)
anything with gueulemer and brujon? <3
“No, no, you’re doing it wrong- you go like this.”
Brujon took a long drag of his cigarette, holding the smoke in his mouth for a beat. Then, his lips parted, sending the smoke upward and into his nose. Guelemer watched in fascination as the smoke came pouring back out of his mouth.
“Seriously, that’s fucking weird.” The larger of the two scoffed, shaking his head and leaning back. They were both sitting on the roof of Guelemer’s apartment building, just a few inches from the edge. They had just gotten home from a job, both of them drenched in sweat, (and some blood) and neither of them were even slightly tired. Brujon decided to pass the time by attempting to teach Gueu some smoke tricks.
“It’s not hard.” he muttered in reply. “Anyone with a brain can do it.”
Guelemer simply puffed at his own cigarette, the insult seeming to go right over his head. He opened his mouth into an “O” shape, letting out small rings of smoke into the night air.
“That’s easy.”
“Fuck off, man, it’s not a contest.”
They were both silent for another few minutes. They wouldn’t admit it aloud, at least not tonight, but they were enjoying one another’s company. Guelemer let out a sigh, flicking his ashes over the edge.
“Sun’s gonna rise soon.” he mused.
“Shit, you’re right. I’m still not fucking tired.” Brujon ran a hand through his thick hair, his feet dangling off the side of the building. Looking down, he realized all he would have to do to send himself tumbling was scoot forward another few inches.
The feeling gave him a rush.
Finally, Guelemer stood, letting out a groan as he stretched. (Brujon visibly winced at a loud pop his joints made.)
“I’m gonna shower, you can crash here or go home, doesn’t matter.” He put out the cigarette, tossing it off the edge.
“I think I’ll stay here,”