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This blog has moved!

We can now be found HERE!

About threads: We can continue what we’ve got or start new ones. Let me know if you have a preference. If I am waiting on a reply from you (these cryptids occasionally exist), again it’s up to you— just @ the new URL if you do reply as I won’t be checking here.

[ferocioushonesty]

This blog has moved!

We can now be found HERE!

About threads: We can continue what we’ve got or start new ones. Let me know if you have a preference. If I am waiting on a reply from you (these cryptids occasionally exist), again it’s up to you— just @ the new URL if you do reply as I won’t be checking here.

[ferocioushonesty]

This blog has moved!

We can now be found HERE!

About threads: We can continue what we’ve got or start new ones. Let me know if you have a preference. If I am waiting on a reply from you (these cryptids occasionally exist), again it’s up to you— just @ the new URL if you do reply as I won’t be checking here.

[ferocioushonesty]

This blog has moved!

We can now be found HERE!

About threads: We can continue what we’ve got or start new ones. Let me know if you have a preference. If I am waiting on a reply from you (these cryptids occasionally exist), again it’s up to you— just @ the new URL if you do reply as I won’t be checking here.

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What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow        Out of this stony rubbish?

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fINALLY

I am pleased (and relieved) to announce THE NEW BLOG

it’s basically one big info dump rn but it exists in a functional form & at 11:30 pm this fine Wednesday I am ready to rumble!! Javert & other classic lit faves will be found there for the foreseeable future.

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@therapardalis

“I’ve no objection to following customs.” Thera put in, making sure her jacket lapels were settled and buttons secure. “If I’m going into their house, I’ll show them respect.” It wasn’t entirely clear even to her which ‘they’ she was referring to; on the surface it applied to whatever clerics or staff had charge of the place, but beneath that she might also mean the one they worshipped. Either way, just because that might not be her deity didn’t mean she could be rude, and especially not when Javert’s partner might be the one embarrassed. “I’m just not going to end up converted, that’s all.”

“That’s good of you,” he admitted. He was even less keen to admit how unreasonably nerved up this rendezvous had made him. Stupid really. The meeting was for a case (surprise surprise, another one had come along); the location had been his partner’s idea but in all their time working together he’d never expected Javert to pray. Except maybe when some villain had him as hostage and he was depending on the former jewel thief to rescue him. “Like I said, he won’t mind. He’s not that kind of religious.” Mechanically he tugged at his already-straight tie. “Alright then. Ready?”

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cheryl1967‌:

In his fifty years of life, Javert had encountered a wide variety of people in various states of sobriety or sanity, more variety than he’d prefer. His first instinct said drunk, as it was more common. Her apparently weak legs strengthened the argument. And yet…

Setting the question aside for now, he told her curtly, “Over here, if you must. Don’t clutter up the street.” Inadvisable as well as illegal.

“Y-Yes, sir….monsieur.”  She stumbled to the bench he’d indicated, sitting down hard and covering her face with her hands.  She needed a moment to orient herself, to remember her French history and try to fit in until an opportunity presented itself for her to return to her own time.

“1832,” she mumbled, raising her head and looking at the man again.  “Early nineteenth century…..Bourbon restoration.  Post-Napoleon.  Post-Reign of Terror.”  Her eyes focused on the man’s.  “Who did you say you were again, monsieur?”  @ferocioushonesty​

Well, if drunk she at least wasn’t the sort to cause trouble, which Javert appreciated slightly. Only slightly. His eyes narrowed again, less suspicious for now than simply puzzled. Napoleon was old news. He cast a long shadow still, but why she should bring him up...

“I didn’t say.” His arms folded across his chest, almost rote as if it was a common preparation. “Inspector Javert of the Paris police. Who are you?” 

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“ do me a favor, kiss my ass. ”

pucker up

After so long in this job, Javert was no stranger to strong language, tangential or directed his way from reluctant witnesses and malefactors. Even so this seemed excessive for an innocent— at the very least this man knew something. The outburst wouldn’t have its desired effect. Instead Javert settled in for the long haul, leaning his elbows against the flat surface. It brought him closer to his target and also put him at eye level, which meant he could fix his stare without putting a crick in his neck.

“No thanks, I only do that for people I like,” he quipped back. “Now if you didn’t have anything to do with it, why won’t you tell me where you were?”

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🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse.

nonverbal starters

Sharing a bed in the most literal sense wasn’t ubiquitous when both parties prized their independence. It was however a welcome occasion when Javert raised his head and caught her familiar scent. He twisted to face her, resisting annoyance at the bedcovers which were only doing their job. “You couldn’t sleep?” He didn’t want to merely accept it as the natural course if it wasn’t. And if it was... he’d deal with that accordingly.

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Javert to Valjean at some point

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Me: googles Ricardo Montalban, finds hot shirtless pics Me: well, I did it again, didn’t I

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Apologies for the delay— moving, whether it’s houses or blogs, is a lot of work! I am working on it though. The new digs should be ready within a couple of days (although this weekend looks super busy so that’s only an estimate). For now I’m not following back here but new followers are welcome to migrate when the time comes.

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He’d never lie or even hide who he was, but he might have neglected to mention what he did for a living. Just for a while. If this girl was who he thought, he wanted to see if he could get the truth. Of course it might yield no fruits anyway. The man he knew was no fool. He probably wouldn’t risk telling her anything... unless his conscience got too itchy. “Because I knew your mother.”

cosette knew that her past would be questioned. but she didn’t think them, of all people, would ask her this many questions. and she was running out of what to say. papa told her to be careful when she talked about her past and she couldn’t blame him for being protective, especially if it got out what her mother was doing before her death. “my mother died when i was younger and papa adopted me right after.” that was about all she could think to say without saying too much. “why are you so interested in where i come from?”

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🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

nonverbal starters

She didn’t ask; he didn’t object. Such was their new status that they could go about in the eyes of others hand in hand. When she’d proposed and he accepted, Javert hadn’t considered all these smaller benefits, less momentous perhaps than some but equally pleasant. No one could chide him for being indecent. He could, and did, walk with head held high. There was no need to say anything. An ease had grown up between them despite their different natures; it had led them here. If his gaze strayed more often to her than to their surroundings, well, that was only to be expected. With her uncle’s consent she was now his fiancée.

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“ is it bad i really want to kiss you right now? your eyes say no but your lips say yes. ” // Baroness!AU ::eyes-emoji::

pucker up

“Yes.” He didn’t elaborate immediately, an inner struggle clearly visible in his expression. He’d never confronted this, not to such a degree. Some would flirt for advantage, some as a joke. She seemed... at least partway earnest. Javert abruptly broke the spell before the silence grew too wide. “I mean, yes, it’s wrong. Here’s my lips saying ‘no.’ also. I don’t accept bribes.”

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Unlike Javert I can lie, and not just to myself! Remember when I said I wasn’t going to move blogs? Well, I’m maybe rethinking that. The sideblog is annoying & a distinction without a difference at this point; it feels cluttered (here more than the side); Tumblr forgot all my tags so I can’t even find anything. Since I have to redo tags here and decided to on the multi too, it feels like good timing.

I will update if/when it’s official, just needed to confess. I’m indecisive.