#inspecteurjavert

[thatthenardierkid]

Sam-themooseman:

IdontthinkIwilleverland:

Inspecteur-javert:

"Bonjour," Eponine greeted with a mock salute towards the stranger. "Can I be o' any help?"

[romanticmarius]

gonna be derping around with making les mis sims and ruining their lives for javert's amusement

[savedbythefireaxe-archive]

The Present In The Past || Javert&&Wolfe

If there’s one thing all hunters have in common; it’s that every last one of them hate hunting Witches. And for Wolfe there was no exception. With Weres, Vamps, other things, except for Demons, always had a way to be killed. But some Witches were cheaters; they had done something to stay immortal. It was wrong, so wrong on so many levels. And sick. Because most spells of that nature involved human sacrifice. In this case; children. 

The newspapers had said that five children had disappeared in the span of three days, all from families whom had had great fortune all of a sudden.

The blond hunter heaved a sigh and folded the latest newspaper. She’d been in town for what felt like forever, but proved to be only a few days. Three more children had disappeared and Wolfe was at a complete loss. She’d tried the very much illegal way; pretending to be FBI and talked to the families. They couldn’t even remember ever meeting someone save from their neighbors. she’d tried blending in and talking to random people in town. No one had come up with anything helpful. 

Sighing again, she emptied her coffee, grabbed her bag and smiled to the girl behind the desk as she stepped outside. Only that outside was not the same as it was when she had entered. “What the fuck?” Bewildered Wolfe turned around, only to find that the shop door had been replaced by a plain wall. Right. She turned again to take in the surroundings; streets covered on cobblestones. Not a car in sight. Not a person either, for that matter. And it was night time, well then. That could maybe, just maybe, explain the lack of cars and people. Wolfe frowned, an uneasy feeling settling in her gut. Where the hell was she? “Fucking witches, dude” she cursed under her breath and hoisted her bag up on her shoulder. Someone ought to be out and able to tell where she was

[vagabond-montparnasse-blog]

inspecteur-javert replied to your post: Hmm… I own you now hmm? Well, I’m going to bed, but you could do the ironing. No fuck you I don’t trust you. go stand in the closet and wait until I call for you.

No you’re some little bastard, who if he doesn’t shut up soon, will find his mouth sewn close. Now go to sleep. And let me sleep. -walks over and throws a pillow and a blanket in the closet before locking it-

"Why are you so mean to me?" The boy huffed, shaking his head so that his curls flew around his nape. The threat was enough to silence him, so he picked up the blanket, settling down in the closest for the night. Well, he had slept in rougher places. "Goodniiiiiight." He sang, unable to resist.

[vagabond-montparnasse-blog]

Blackjack: here's to either getting seven or resulting into a hilarious moment

1st Person gets: To Own my character for two days.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

[romanticmarius]

help my papa made enjolras 2 kawaii 4 words

[vagabond-montparnasse-blog]

OH WOW THANKS FOR MAKING ME FEEL LIKE A TERRIBLE PERSON

[xthemutegirl--archived]

Melinda walked through the streets of France like she was invisible which she did very well. She didn't have many friends and still looked over her shoulder to make sure she was safe. She had been hearing how close the revolution was and she was nervous about it. She wasn't really part of it but understood the meaning behind it. She headed down a block headed to her home when she spotted Inspector Javert near the station.

She smiled slightly and waved. ''H-hello Inspector.'' She had stopped trying to get his attention because it seemed like he wasn't interested. She was just crazy it seemed.