#[cosette f/plot]

[wing-ed-thing]

… And the Beast (Yonji Vinsmoke x Reader) Chapter IX

Synopsis: You thought your little crush on Prince Yonji was a well-kept secret. Yonji is mean enough to exploit your eagerness to please in the face of his unrelenting cruelty; the thought of actually developing a soft spot for you never even crossed his mind.

Word Count: 6k

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Angst, Slow Burn, Naive!Servant!Reader, Side/Plot Device Original Character, Beating, Spitting, False Allegations, Name Calling, Physical Assault, Incomplete Suggestive Assault, Threat/Vaguely Mentioned SA

Notes: If you're fine with Ouran HSHC, you'll be fine with this chapter. If you have questions about the warnings before reading, don't hesitate to shoot me a message

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX

Yonji entertained Princess Ursula for the rest of the morning and was discreetly brought for examination sometime later. Whether it was by a private physician or a more senior collection of scientists, you didn’t know. All you knew was that Judge was inevitably involved, and staff members were to entertain the kingdom’s guests alone.

Ichiji was as severe as ever about the situation, and Ursula could only be described as less than enthused about her new plaything disappearing in the middle of the day. To make up for the confusion and skepticism he caused, Yonji arranged for a romantic day with Princess Ursula, which was set to start the following morning. 

He thought it best to arrange for brunch in his favorite place in the kingdom: the library.

Like most of Princess Ursula’s visits, a notice of the royal’s accommodations to the servant staff came with short notice. You spent the better part of your night moving furniture and making rounds about the library to ensure that everything could hold up to scrutiny— or at least more than the Vinsmokes already doled out. You moved all of Yonji’s favorite books, allowing them to stick out on the shelves by just a millimeter so he could find them quickly. You assumed that he would want to do a bit of bragging, although you weren’t sure that Princess Ursula was one to be too interested in books. 

On the ground floor below, your usual reading chair and side table were absent from their usual place by the grand window. This morning, a round, decorated table sat at the base of the window with two chairs on either side. The table was already set with elegant—albeit rather plain—tableware.

Several pieces of cutlery of various sizes surrounded the main plate, and your eyes darted over the several glasses that sat just adjacent to the neatly folded cloth. Cosette worked downstairs, having taken over the library kitchen for the morning in preparation for the special meal. The library kitchen was far smaller than the main one and housed far fewer appliances. You were certain she wasn’t happy about the change in scenery. You’re sure she’d tell you all about it later. 

“Are you Yonji’s lover?” Ursula’s voice resounded within the tall ceilings. 

You spun around at the sound of her voice, shock bolting through you as if you had just been caught doing something you shouldn’t. Ursula stood between the double doors with her hands on her hips. She was as decorated as ever, adorned with pearls and swooping accents. Ribbons seemed to engulf her. And yet, Ursula appeared as scathing as ever. Too lost in your thoughts, you hardly heard her enter the library.

Ursula crossed her arms over her heavily bodiced chest.

“I asked you a question, servant.”

“No, I’m not.” The words shot from your lips with a bit more certainty and bitterness than you intended. But despite how curt it was, Ursula appeared wholly satisfied with your response.

She hummed, sticking her nose up in victory as she strutted into the library. 

“Well, that’s a relief,” she sighed snootily, eyeing the many shelves that lined the walls up to the ceiling. “At least he hasn’t lowered himself that far… But…” Ursula’s lips twitched downward into a steep frown. “This is the place Yonji wanted to show me? I thought he said he had a surprise.”

You knew better than to add any commentary. In fact, you would have already politely excused yourself if Ursula weren’t standing right in the middle of the entryway. 

“I can guide you to Master Yonji if you wish,” you offered, “I believe he—”

“I’m sure you could,” Ursula sneered, before strutting off toward the left-hand staircase leading up to the balcony. She wore a pair of Mary Janes with a thick heel, and her puffed skirt brushed against where her lace socks ended. Ursula swiveled her head toward you. “Well, aren’t you going to show me around? Now?”

You glanced toward the hall.

“Master Yonji—”

“I said now!” Ursula’s sudden outburst immediately made your attention snap to her. She had since faced away from you, but the bunched fists at the sides of her skirt were apparent, as was the tail end of a little stomp on the floor. 

You immediately complied, coming to her side with little haste, and only when you came up next to her did Ursula continue up the stairway. 

“This one.” She pointed at a large-spined book within your reach just as you reached the top of the stairs. You didn’t have to speak royal to know that it should be in her hand before she grew less amused than she already was. You handed it to her, keeping your upward-facing palms ready to support the encyclopedia by its covers. You doubted Ursula wanted the true weight of the book on her delicate hands. She frowned as she flipped through the pages. “This is what he wanted to show me?”

“I don’t believe so—”

“Did I ask you to speak?” Ursula gripped the book with both hands and heaved it to the side, causing it to tumble down to the floor. She shoved a pointed finger in your face. “Just because Germa allows the help to be undisciplined doesn’t mean I am going to stand for it. I hope that you keep in mind that when I’m queen. I’m going to whip this place into shape real quick.”

You didn’t say anything. What was there to say? Staying silent and bowing your head graciously was likely the only thing you could do right as Ursula straightened out, a small, satisfied smile gracing her lips as she patted down the skirt of her dress.

“That is much better,” she lauded before trouncing off down the shelves. 

And so it went; you followed Ursula around the library, handing her any book her heart desired. Although she didn’t appear to desire them for long before she threw them to the floor if not right off the balcony. You didn’t say a word. You wondered how long it would go on without making your subtle glances toward the clock too obvious. 

If anything, her presence gave you a new appreciation for the Vinsmoke family. While Ursula’s visit to your library wasn’t all too dissimilar to Niji’s infrequent visits, the Vinsmoke boys had a vested interest in keeping their archive intact at the very least. And it was only as you watched Ursula did you finally notice how gentle Yonji always was when he came to read. 

But even without actively occupying your attention, Ursula continued to demand it. You stared forward at the shaking ladder, hands in a vice grip on both sides as Ursula climbed. She had spied a book up near the top, but rather than snapping her fingers for you to retrieve it, she insisted on grabbing it herself. Ursula told you to hold the rolling ladder steady and to face forward or down; she didn’t want you peeking up her skirt. You couldn’t say you were interested in doing so in the first place, but the idea of Ursula so much as thinking you were being inappropriate with her was enough to keep your eyes glued downward.  

“My father used to try to read these to me when I was a little girl,” she scowled, the book splayed across her hand. You moved out of her way as she hopped down from the last rung of the ladder. Her hair and puffy skirt bounced as she did.

When she descended, you realized which book she had her eye on.

Like every book she held before, she thumbed through it flippantly before she stopped on the cover page of a chapter. She regarded it with bitter scrutiny.

“I could recognize this book anywhere…”

A young woman with long hair knelt in the grass of a garden, her hand on the cloak of a handsome young man propped up on the ground beneath her stare. The seam of the cloak led up to the head of a beast, some mix between a boar and a goat, from which the man appeared to emerge. It was “Beauty and the Beast,” and you always thought that the Beast, as depicted by the cover art, always looked strikingly like Yonji. 

Upon declaring that the library was his and discovering that you had hidden the book after Ichiji’s command, Yonji urged you to return it to the library. It typically had a home in your reading chair, but with the chair moved to accommodate Yonji and Ursula’s brunch spot, you thought to logically file the book away. With it tucked away all the way near the ceiling, you didn’t think that anyone would spot it up there. 

Ursula’s brow furrowed almost as tightly as her clenched teeth. 

“I don’t know what kind of idiot he took me for… even back then. He kept trying to read them over and over again like I was some stupid little girl.” Her nose scrunched up like a pig as her fingers clenched the top of the pages. “As if I needed to be coddled. As if I wasn’t born a queen.”

Riiiip. 

And then the cover page was in her hands, attached loosely to the pages behind it by the edge where the papers were torn. Ursula let them go, letting the torn pieces flutter haphazardly to the ground. Her eyes had a blankness to them, like a child who had just torn the wings off an insect without understanding the weight of what she had just done. But then her gaze soured once more as she continued to rip out pages. 

“That’s enough,” you found yourself blurting, making a lunge for the book. Ursula kept it from you, turning away from you as she continued tearing up the pages. You stumbled, trying to reach for the cover. “That belongs to the Germa Kingdom! It’s special to them!”

Ursula ducked around you, scurrying down the right-hand set of stairs with sadistic glee. 

“This thing? A set of kids’ stories? Yeah, right.” She stopped in front of the neatly decorated brunch table, pieces of paper flying like feathers. “You didn’t care about any other book in this room, but this one gets you riled up? What are you? Some sort of child?”

You grasped her wrist, forcefully turning her around without a thought. You gripped her hand, pulling her by her wrist.

“That book was their mother’s!” you pleaded. Ursula stared at you blankly, if not with the slightest scrunching of her nose. You wondered what you looked like at that moment with your frantically widened eyes. Your fingers gripped the side of the book firmly, trying to wrestle it from Ursula’s grasp. “Your mom passed recently, right? Can’t you understand why it’s so important to him—?”

SMACK.

Ursula’s hand flew swiftly across your face. You could hardly commit the seething vitriol to mind before your neck harshly recoiled. The book slipped from your grasp as your own force caused you to stumble back. For a little thing, she was strong.

“How dare you speak about my mother,” she growled, her face scrunched up with heated fury. “How dare you lay your filthy hands on me! How dare you talk to a princess like that—!”

Before you could even process the sting of the handprint on your face, Ursula’s foot struck your shin and you slammed back into the decorated table behind you.

The entire display was destabilized. Plates crushed to the ground and the tablecloth seemed to flow willingly down to the floor, taking cutlery and glasses alike down with it. The teapot that sat in the middle spilled its contents freely, splashing scalding liquid across an already chaotic mess. And through it all, Ursula didn’t yield.

“I’ll kill you, you rat! You—you little bitch, how dare you!” she screamed, coming down on you with the force of her body weight as she drove the sole of her shoe against your body. “No one has ever laid a hand on me— No one! You’re nothing, you servant rat— insect! I’ll crush you under my own goddam heel—!”

And still, you were left frozen. You always froze like this. Curled in on yourself. Protecting your head as best as you could until Ursula decided she was bored of you. It was always like this.

It wasn’t the first beating you’d gotten. It was hardly the worst. The soldiers who kept you captive all those years ago on your home island packed way worse of a punch than the petite woman above you. You didn’t even have to worry about her violating your dignity. If anything, a few kicks were nothing you couldn’t handle. 

Ursula stomped on the weaved fingers that clutched the back of your neck. Her force was deliberate and steady. It hurt, and yet you knew you had the stamina to hold out until she grew bored. 

“You know what?” You heard her sneer, her barrage not ceasing for a second. “I’m relieved to know you're nothing to Yonji. I wanted to get rid of you from the moment I saw you, and after this, it’s going to be even easier than I thought.” And seemingly satisfied in having the last word, Ursula finally stopped. 

A wet glob hit the back of your hand, seeping between your fingers and splattering over the shell of your ear. As she began to storm away back toward the library doors you picked up your head, body aching as you shifted among the broken plates.

But your attention wasn’t drawn to Ursula or even the ruined dishware that surrounded you. You didn’t even seem to notice how the library was covered with haphazardly tossed books. 

It was drawn to one book.

Your eyes found the torn bundle of pages in front of you, forgotten on the ground and splayed open around visible rips. Jagged pieces of paper poked out from the center crease, missing the rest of their contents. A scrap of the cover page sat among the mess of shreds that littered the library floor. 

The prince’s face sat intact, but the page had been torn diagonally, ripping off the upper body of the depiction of Beauty. Her hands, who reached for the Beast, were all that remained, along with the prince’s longing stare. 

You stood slowly, the broken pieces of the dining table shifting noisily around you. 

You weren’t brave. That much was true. After a lifetime of being forced down to the ground, the idea of standing seemed like it was little more than a fantasy. It hadn’t been a concept you were certain you could even imagine. 

It was why you were drawn to him in the first place. 

He stood, and he stood tall. 

He knew what he wanted. 

He took it. 

“I may not be his lover, but I am not nothing to him,” you asserted, causing Ursula to stop with a foot in the hallway.

You stood.

You stood. Bruised and swelling with your hand beginning to pool with blood from scraping against shattered ceramic, but you stood. 

Ursula turned just slightly. Viewing her from behind, you could only see the tip of her nose poking out from the side of her face as she spoke over her shoulder.

“Not nothing, hm?” she repeated with barely restrained rage. She finally turned to fully face you, the back of her hand poised daintily over her mouth. “You think you can win over a prince? Don’t make me laugh!” The sides of her lips tugged upward to reveal her canine teeth. 

“Of course not,” you admitted, and you didn't do so courageously. Nothing you spoke came from your mouth bravely but rather with a ravenous tumble and deranged overconfidence. “Even if you marry him. Even if you do become queen of your country, it’ll always eat at you that there’s one thing you don’t have. You’ll never have him. Not really. Not when you don’t know him nearly as well as one servant rat!”

Your words rang out over the air.

And a pause came followed by silence.

You didn’t even realize you had been moving until you were upon her. She looked at you with wide eyes. Wide. Enraged. Confused. Insulted. 

“Know him?” She hissed; the stillness in the air deafening. Ursula shook with barely restrained fury. “Why would I give a damn?”

She glanced to her left down the hallway. 

Then her wide eyes welled with tears. Before you knew it, she ran with her face in her hands. But even as she left, she couldn’t grant you any relief. 

“Yonji! Thank goodness you’re here! This savage servant just attacked me! You have to do something!”

Panic shot through you like a bullet at the mere mention of Yonji’s name. You immediately scrambled to follow her, almost slipping on the carpet as you went. You instinctively reached out to the wall for balance, leaving a smear of blood as you scurried out after Ursula. 

Surely enough, Yonji was at the end of the hall and Ursula had his arm in her grasp as she cowered behind him. 

And for once in a long while, you couldn’t read the expression on Yonji’s face. While he was as lacking as his siblings when it came to emotions, Yonji was always consistently expressive. Empathy wasn’t something he was familiar with, but shock, anger, and disdain never appeared to be traits that Judge apparently considered emotions when he programmed his supposed emotionless children. 

Yet, you found yourself searching Yonji’s face for any semblance of relief. For evidence. For evidence that he didn’t believe her. 

And after a beat, he didn’t say anything. His silence shook something in you, the sound of Ursula crying and screeching in the background falling utterly quiet as you met Yonji’s eyes. 

You weren’t certain what urged you to do so, but you looked down. You looked down at your disheveled uniform. At your hand which now sported a large gash across the palm. A decent amount of blood pooled there, having dripped on your clothes and the floor. Looking downward, rogue strands of hair fell from their usual styling, making you appear even rougher than you already appeared. 

You ran for it, and Yonji let you pass. 

***

You couldn’t hide in the panty forever. You knew it, and so did Cosette. And yet, she sat with you, just the one dangling light hanging from the middle of the ceiling above you. 

You curled with your knees to your chest, arms wrapped around you like a protective shield as you pondered the words she last spoke. 

“I don’t want this to come off the wrong way, but… Maybe it’s time to leave. Like, the kingdom… Look, I don’t want you to go— I—I need someone to keep me sane in this place, heh, but— the fleet is going to sail together until they find you. Maybe it’s easier to quietly slip off to an island… Live a normal life.” 

“I don’t want to see you put to death over this…”

There wasn’t much she could do or say to make the situation any better, and she knew it. You hugged her tightly, thanking her for your friendship before excusing yourself from the kitchen. If she was caught sheltering you, she’d be punished with the same harshness you were sure awaited you. 

You wandered to a random ship when it grew dark, slithering past patrols in search of a place to lay low. Germa, being the militaristic kingdom it was, meant that there were more buildings dedicated to storage than in a typical city. Germa didn’t have traditional citizens, after all, and with the entire country essentially functioning like a hybrid between a castle and a battleship, any building that wasn’t a battle station was likely storage. The larger towers— which belonged to the respective Vinsmoke siblings— were typically teeming with unused space as the tower was sheerly meant to be large.

With the entire kingdom sailing together like this, it gave you better options. You made your way down the grid, quickly slipping from “4” territory down to “0.” You knew Reiju’s tower best second to Yonji’s, and while you couldn’t count on her to help you in any way, you considered her territory to be the safest to lay low. 

You stealthily made your way up the staircase, padding over the dark, stone steps. Every so often, you’d pass a window. It appeared it was a new moon. Without the streetlight below, you likely couldn’t see much of anything outdoors. Your hand brushed along the stone wall as you groped your way up to the third floor. 

Despite the great, arched windows that lined the hallway, you could see even less than you could in the stairwell. You kept your hands out in front of you, trailing along the wall and ensuring that you didn’t crash into any of the decorative statues or pillars that lined your path. A few doors down, you felt a familiar set of door knobs. Quietly, you slipped into the room, turning the knob so that it closed silently behind you.

The room was pitch black and cold. You stepped gingerly toward the center of the room, bumping into some stray pieces of furniture that you didn’t remember being placed there before. Your hands swept over all the surfaces you could touch, fingers nudging against items like paper, pens, and velvet that you couldn't recall. 

“Come to seduce another prince of Germa? I’ll tell you now that it won’t work. Book Roach.” 

A lamp illuminated in the corner to reveal Ichiji. He sat on a leather seat, some sort of file in his lap, and his ankle slung over his opposite knee. A white towel draped over the thick straps of his wife-beater to catch the small droplets that clung to his damp hair. 

“You are a roach after all. The fact that you made it from morning to night without a single soldier apprehending you is a disgrace. And yet you came here, of all places.” 

Your heart beat out of your chest, and any inkling you had to make a swift escape began and ended with Ichiji’s stark, icy blue eyes. He seemed to sense your petrifaction, closing his file and moving it to the side to stand. 

Ichiji ran the towel roughly through his hair, messing the damp strands into a cascading mess that roughly resembled his usual hairstyle. He didn’t avert his gaze from yours for a second, but the intensity of his stare forced you to look away.

“I didn’t hurt her.” You dared to glance at Ichiji for only a second, passing over the large tattoo on his bicep before returning to the floor. “Princess Ursula, I mean. I didn’t attack her.” 

“I don’t doubt it.” 

Your head shot up. Ichiji had his back turned to you, having thrown his towel haphazardly on the bed. He appeared to have busied himself with his file again. 

“You don’t?” 

Ichiji didn’t acknowledge your question, organizing his papers neatly into his folder and brushing past you to place them back amongst a box of them which sat on the opposite wall. You pivoted your foot, turning to eye him as he appeared to ignore you.

He moved a few folders around the box before placing the lid on top and sliding the entire case to the lefthand side of the wood-carved desk. Ichiji then meandered to stand in front of the double doors to his room, seeming to stop to think for a brief moment. His hands sat deeply in the pockets of his baggy lounge pants. 

“If you think Ursula is a little terror, you should have seen her mother.” Ichiji’s slender fingers slipped quietly and elegantly from his pocket, a shiny metal key between the pads of his fingers. Without a word, he locked the door before turning to you and wordlessly slipping the key back into his pocket. “Were you ever curious why Germa hadn’t pursued relations with such a clearly desperate kingdom before? One from the North Blue, no less?”

“High standards?” you croaked, despite an awareness of the rhetorical nature of the question. You were too occupied with ignoring the locked doors. 

“Standards went out the window the moment we even considered pirate alliances,” Ichiji swiftly corrected with a roll of his pretty blue eyes. He took a step toward you and then another. “It’s because desperation is the worst stench a person or a thing can have. It wreaks, and if you’re desperate enough that others smell it on you, you’ll never get what you want. It’s something about desperation that incentivizes those who have to smell it to keep desirable things out of reach.”

He walked toward you with purpose, and you took several steps back to maintain distance. 

“Ursula is desperate to be queen. Neptune is desperate to reclaim the power their family lost upon Salacia’s passing— but let’s be honest with ourselves— they were a half-baked monarchy to begin with. So again, why now, I’m sure you’re wondering. Although, I’m not even sure you’re smart enough to ask that question.” 

The back of your knees hit the footboard, but Ichiji’s pace didn’t slow. You fell back onto the bed, and Ichiji had your wrist in his grasp in a second. He pinned your right hand to the sheets, planting his other hand next to your head as he towered above you. His knees made deep divots in the mattress on either side of your hips.

“You. Because you broke him. You… A book rat.” Ichiji’s hand left your wrist to grab your face. His palm engulfed nearly the entirety of your jaw, his fingers digging into your skin with force. The base of his index finger pushed up against your nostrils, cutting off your air supply as his palm covered your mouth.  “Decades of science and work so genius that I’m sure it would short circuit that pea brain of yours if you tried even glancing at it… Ursula isn’t much better than you are, but at least she’s royalty. I knew she could whip him into shape and undo all the damage you’ve inflicted, and Father is always more than willing to listen to what I advise.”

Your lungs were starting to burn.

“I finally had to report it all to him. To Father. I could hardly stand to listen to my defective brother as he defended you to the family. It was disgusting… Disgraceful.” Ichiji let go of your face, drawing a deep wheeze out of you as you caught your breath. Ichiji paid no mind to the way you coughed under him, reaching into the to snap his fingers. With one loud snap, the room suddenly went dark. “It’s actually a good thing you’re here,” he said, and you could hear his voice growing closer. And when he spoke again, he did so with his lips pressed against your ear. “I’ve been waiting for the opportunity to discipline you properly. I want to see what has my little brother so wrapped around your finger.” 

Ichiji’s hand returned to your wrist, gripping it harshly as he trailed his thumb up the side of your palm. His other arm collapsed into the sheets as he held himself above you. One of his thighs slotted itself between yours. You could feel Ichiji's warm breath against the side of your neck.

Ichiji was keenly listening, waiting for your heartbeat to quicken.

And yet…

“This isn’t like you.” When you spoke, you did so flatly, spitting the four words out like a statement of fact. Not a drop of fear laced your voice. It almost caught him off guard, causing him to pause for the slightest of seconds. If Ichiji hadn’t known better, he would have said it was a challenge. 

“What?” You wished you could have seen his face as his hands quietly retreated from your skin. You sensed him sit back, and in turn, you sat up, propped on your elbows. A stagnant tension sat in the air. “You think you know me? I can’t tell if you’re stupid or arrogant—”

“I can’t image you’d get anything out of it. Being with a book roach, I mean…” You couldn’t see a thing, but you could sense Ichiji’s face not too far from yours. He was watching you, stalking you like a predator of the night.

In the blackness, you thought you might have been able to make out Ichiji's stark blue eyes. You had never seen them before, you realized. And if the Vinsmoke brothers were truly beasts like they all seemed to claim, you wondered if Ichiji's beautiful, icy irises were means to paralyze his prey before devouring them whole.

You stared directly into the abyss, unblinking and petrified as you stammered on, “You have a lot of pride, a— and it’s obvious by the way you hold yourself and talk. And maybe, and maybe I’m wrong, but I just wouldn’t know what you’d get out of it. You’d consider it lowering yourself… or at least that's what I think." Your gaze flickered away, and your muscles unconsciously relaxed. "Lowering yourself for no real gain…” 

Ichiji paused, and after a moment, you felt his absence as the mattress slowly rose. 

“Lowering myself, huh?”

Ichiji's presence didn't carry much heat, but when his body left yours, you could feel the lack of him. His voice had already traveled somewhere else in the room.

Your mouth spat out the first question on your mind, “How can you even see?”

A pause. You didn't need to see Ichiji to imagine the scathing scowl that graced his lips.

“How can you forget your manners when addressing your prince?”

“How can you even see, Master Ichiji?” you corrected as if that were the issue. 

“I’m not a human, unlike you, remember?” Another crisp snap cut through the room and the lights illuminated Ichiji’s bedroom once more. He was across the room, rooting around another box before he plucked out a wide envelope. 

“Yonji said something to me like that not too long ago,” you hummed, sitting up fully. Ichiji couldn’t help but flicker his eyes toward you at the mention of his brother’s name spoken so informally. Perhaps there would have been a time just a few short moments ago when he would have lambasted you for it, but he remained silent. He flickered on a small lamp that sat next to a plush chair that faced the bedroom doors. 

Ichiji didn’t linger for long and came back toward the bed, removing the contents of the envelope carefully. You sat up, legs hanging off the side of Ichiji’s large mattress. And to your surprise, Ichiji offered you the contents of the envelope. 

He held them out to you, gripping the pages carefully so they wouldn’t fall out of order. You opened your palms, eyeing the papers with slightly widened eyes and bated breath as Ichiji carefully lowered them into your hands. 

“I don’t know, Master Ichiji,” you started breathlessly, eyes darting from the torn pages to the oldest Vinsmoke prince. “This seems pretty human to me.” 

Ichiji frowned.

“That’s the most insulting thing you’ve ever said to me,” he huffed, throwing the empty envelope on the bed next to his damp towel. He stuffed his hands back into his pockets. “It’s just what the servants cleaned up, that’s all. It belongs to you. You are the librarian, aren’t you?” 

Ichiji sat down at the foot of the bed, although he kept some distance between you. Without his glasses, you could make out the shape of his face more clearly. Ichiji had a sharp, defined nose and a strong jaw. His cheekbones were equally chiseled, and you decided that the main theme of the eldest Vinsmoke son was sharp. 

He was a decently stark contrast to Yonji who screamed bulk. Yonji’s nose was far rounder at the tip, and while he had nearly an equally defined jawline, you always considered his cheeks rather full and boyish. Yonji was taller, his muscle bulkier, but overall somewhat round. Now that you looked at them, you were certain that the curl in Yonji’s brows was more circular than Ichiji’s. And yet, there was something indescribable about them that screamed “Vinsmoke brothers.”

You couldn’t help but let out a light laugh, and Ichiji’s head immediately shot toward you.

“What are you laughing about?” He demanded. You shook your head. 

“You and Yonji are a lot alike, you know?” You smiled, and Ichiji couldn’t help but note that you had once again spoken an assertion like a fact. 

He stood with a shake of his head, pointing toward the doors.

“Get out,” he growled, and yet again, you didn’t seem to have an ounce of fear in you. 

“If you say so,” you said without urgency, rising from the edge of his bed. "Mistress Reiju didn't like when I said something like that either—"

“And one more thing,” Ichiji frowned. You turned to regard him, holding the pages neatly in your hands as he crossed his arms. “You should leave this kingdom as soon as you can. You’re a liability now. I should kill you.”

“Leave?” You blinked as if that was the part of the sentence that should have alarmed you. 

Ichiji adjusted his posture, standing tall and sturdy even as he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t let the stench of desperation be what costs you your life— although I’m surprised that your naivety hasn’t already done that,” he said with a bounce of his curled brows. You supposed that was another Vinsmoke trait. Ichiji’s cold irises met yours. “Don’t forget that my brother is a prince, and now he’s arranged to marry a princess— someone of his own stature. Their marriage will fulfill a long-time goal of the kingdom and he will have the happiest life he could have. Trying to pursue this and tempting him will only drag him down.”

You breathed in a steady breath. Logically, you knew exactly that.

“I, uh…” Your eyes found the floor for what seemed like the umpteenth time. “I know that.” Your gaze darted back to Ichiji. “He told me that even if he marries her, nothing will change! He wants me by his side; I told Ursula as much!”

The words came out louder than you wanted, but the volume hardly fazed Ichiji. He was still, looking at you blankly. He let the beats of silence deflate your posture. Ichiji didn’t have to tell you a thing; you already knew. 

“My brother is a fool,” Ichiji said, dead and even. 

Ichiji didn’t have to say anything at all to rock you where you stood. It felt as though he summoned an earthquake to test your foundation, and for all the courage you summoned to stand, you quickly folded back to the ground. 

“So you’ll go?” It was a question, but much like how you’d been unwittingly speaking for the entirety of the night, he spoke it like a certain statement. “I can make it easy for you.”

Ichiji tilted his nose upward, regarding you with lidded eyes. 

”If you don’t, I’ll kill you both,” he said. “Germa doesn’t need a human prince.” 

And you knew how he meant it, but as you looked down, you couldn’t help but slowly focus on the ripped-up pages. 

“The two of you talk about being human as if it was a bad thing,” you whispered, less to Ichiji and more to yourself.

“Excuse me?” Ichiji grunted, having heard you perfectly clear.

“You said the servants picked these up?” You held up the bunch of papers toward the light, inspecting them carefully. “They put them in order? And put them back together? They don’t even have page numbers.” You lowered the bunch of papers to reveal Ichiji’s stoic face. 

Ichiji didn’t speak a word. Instead, he conceded one slow nod.

“I see,” you said, continuing to study the pages.

“I’m letting you leave this room. You should take those and go back to whatever hole you slink back to at night.” Ichiji turned, throwing the towel from before somewhere off into a corner before climbing into bed. “I don’t care about children’s stories anymore. Take those and go.” 

Ichiji snapped his fingers and the bright lamp in the corner of the room, the one just to the side of Ichiji’s leather chair, extinguished. But unlike before, the room didn’t fall into pitch blackness. 

A warm light glowed from next to the plush reading chair. It wasn’t bright, but just enough for reading. You glanced toward Ichiji’s resting form. His tall, muscular frame had contorted into a mound of red blankets and a nest of equally vibrant hair.

You sat down in the chair, facing away from Ichiji and toward the door. The ripped-out pages of the book of fairy tales were nestled in your lap, and it dawned on you that perhaps this was all planned. For what he said about letting you leave and not caring for children’s stories, Ichiji retired to bed with the key to the locked bedroom doors still in his pocket. 

You began to read. 

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: I found this image as I was trying to look for a cover page to base my description off. I do think the Beast in this version looks the slightest bit Yonji-esque.

[ymustutortureme]

What are some books you read because of booktok that were just terrible/underwhelming? I have a bunch.

1) ACOTAR, of course. Read in 2022.

The absolute hatred I have for this series is unmatched. The stupid retcons of characters, SJM taking credit for diversity when fans started making headcanons about character's appearances, an insufferable FMC, an even worse love interest (RhySAnd) who literally SAd her, never apologised or got consequences for this and also hid the fact that her pregnancy could kill her. The author being a Zionist with her ideologies showing in her books (NC/HC/CoN are apartheid states, SC being destroyed by Feyre as revenge on Tamlin, thousands of people being displaced and killed while the white FMC never gets punished for this??)

2) From Blood and Ash (FBAA) by Jennifer L. Armentrout and it's prequel (can't even remember the name). Read in 2023.

Firstly, the FMC (Poppy) in FBAA was hella annoying and all the smut scenes were cringe (honeydew?? Iykyk) The lore was definitely being made up as she went along. All the world building was told to the reader because Poppy would ask questions and another character would answer them.

Secondly, the character names. The FMC's best friends or something is a WOC named...Tawny. a shade of brown. Are you serious? Then the MMC's best friend is a black man named Kieran which if you didn't know, literally translated to 'little dark one.'

Thirdly, the writing was terrible, repetitive and boring af. The prequel had too much unnecessary smut (like every freaking chapter!!) and there were too many 'haha stabby FMC' jokes. The books were way too long for no reason.

3) Serpent and Dove by Shelby Mahurin. Read in 2023.

Again, the character names. The FMC has a best friend who's a WOC, named Cosette. But Coco for short. Again, why is her nickname a shade of brown?? As a brown person, this is so weird to me. It's like having a white character named Milk. At times, Cosette would say smth to make her seem uncivilised and then the white FMC would be like omg noo how could you be so cruel?

Both girls are witches and for some reason in this book, whenever witches use magic they leave behind a smell. Oh like, perfume? Smoke? No, body odour. At least that's what it came across as to me (my memory isn't great).

And the FMC was so annoying. She kept singing a weird ass tavern song called...you guessed it...Big tiddy Liddy. About a woman with huge tits. Girl. Her entire personality was that she's loud, outspoken and promiscuous. Ok you're sexually liberated but why is that 50% of your personality??

Also the plot was weird af it was arranged marriage between the witch FMC and the witch hunter MMC. He attacked her and then was bound by some weird law to marry her?? Why not just arrest her (being a witch is illegal) or kill her. That's your job, why would you have to marry her?

4) Verity by Colleen Hoover. Read in 2023.

The only CH book I ever read, and it was terrible.

The plot was so weird. The FMC and MMC have an affair while his terminally ill wife is in a coma (except she was faking the whole time). They read her private journals (which seemed horrible but she was actually writing the opposite of what she thought. It was full of erotica about her husband and other disturbing thoughts).

Her and her husband have 3 kids but their twin daughters both died in tragic circumstances (separately). Their son is like 4.

The FMC and husband kill his wife by suffocating her and frame it as natural. Then an epilogue where the FMC is pregnant and she discovers a letter from the wife where she reveals that everything she wrote about was the exact opposite of her actual thoughts, so she didn't actually want her kids to die). But the FMC isn't disturbed she's just like oh nvm I won't tell him tho because he's been through so much and he deserves happiness. Miss girl??? Ma'am? You killed an innocent woman.

Anyways I've never touched a CH book since then and my life is much better.

Anyways thanks for reading my rant. You guys can reblog with bad books you've read and wouldn't wish on your enemies.

[thenardierfamilytherapy]

LES MUPPETS MISÉRABLES

CAST

JEAN VALFROG - Kermit the Frog

MYRIEL, BISHOP OF DIGNE- Rowlf the Dog

FANTINE - Fozzie Bear

BAMATABOIS - Clifford

JAVERT - Miss Piggy in drag

CHAMPMATHIEU - ‘original Kermit’ (see below)

MUPPETTE (child) - Baby Miss Piggy

ÉPONINE (child) - Baby Janice

MME. THÉNARDIER - Waldorf

M THÉNARDIER - Statler

MONTFERMEIL INN GUESTS - Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem band, dressed as a funk band

GAVROCHE - Animal

ENJOLRAS - Gonzo

GRANTAIRE - Rizzo the Rat

LES AMIS DE L’ABC - Beaker (de Courfeyrac), Dr. Bunson Honeydew (Combeferre), Pepe the King Prawn (Joly), Bean Bunny (Jehan Prouvaire), Beauregard (Feuilly), and Scooter (Bahorel)

MARIUS - Robin the Frog

MUPPETTE (adult) - Miss Piggy

ÉPONINE (adult) - Janice

PATRON-MINETTE - Electric Mayhem band again, now dressed as a punk band: Floyd Pepper (Claquesous), Zoot (Babet), Lips (Geuelemer), and Dr. Teeth (Montparnasse)

BARRICADE GIRLS - Camilla and the Chickens

FARMER - Farmer

FAUCHELEVANT - Dr. Julius Strangepork

FRENCH NATIONAL GUARD - Sam Eagle, Link Hogthrob, the Swedish Chef, Bobo the Bear

ENSEMBLE - Dancers

NOTES

- Fantine’s co-workers in the factory are French poodles; the Lovely Ladies are shaved poodles. Fantine’s ‘hair cutting’ is more a ‘fur shearing’ which leaves him bald. Please imagine for a moment a bald Fozzie Bear in drag, sitting down to a piano with a somber, solo spotlight to sing ‘I Dreamed a Dream.’

- Now please imagine Kermit the frog consoling a shaved dying drag Fozzine Bear that he will look after her darling child, Muppette.

- Honestly Kermit as JVJ is a no brainer to me, apart from simply being the male protagonist, but just imagine Valjean’s solos sung with as much gusto as permitted by Kermit’s little voice. ‘Who am I? Jean ValFrog!!!’

- Some of the Muppets playing Les Amis canonically cannot speak but instead make noises that others understand as speech (i.e. Beaker as Courfeyrac); this is reflected in their versions of ‘Red and Black’, ‘Drink with me’, and ‘Do you hear the people sing?’

- Likewise with the Swedish chef’s portrayal of a French national guardsman, and Animal as Gavroche, both of whom are just barely comprehensible. Animal’s Gavroche is a feral child.

- The Robbery scene transition where Kermit and Piggy as Jean Valfrog and Muppette run offstage now occurs not only to follow the plot, as scripted, but also for the practical reason that Miss Piggy must appear dressed as Javert almost immediately as soon as she disappeared dressed as Muppette.

- Miss Piggy’s double casting is due to a backstage conflict: Piggy has insisted upon playing Muppette despite already having been cast as Javert, with all of the others agreeing that none of them but Piggy have the imposing presence necessary to play him. This is true: she takes both rôles.

Picture: Miss Piggy on stage with mutton chops and a black overcoat and hat, acting as a sort of obsessed parole officer to Kermit. Now picture (Baby) Miss Piggy as the iconic Cosette illustration from the 80s posters, wistfully sad and baby faced with that giant brush. I could be convinced of a different casting for Javert (Sam Eagle comes to mind as an obvious choice), but imo Piggy has to be Muppette. Muppette is a particular kind of Cosette: one played by a prima donna who has strong-armed the production behind the scenes, an angelic soprano with a barely suppressed, explosive rage. Also,

- Casting the Baby Muppets as young ‘Muppette’ and young Éponine works particularly well, coincidentally, due to the canon of Baby Muppets, in which baby Janice happens to be the only one who can read. Janice’s Éponine accompanies herself on electric guitar (as she did as a member of Electric Mayhem) during ‘On My Own.’

- Behold, Champmathieu, the man mistaken for Valjean, who is portrayed by the original ‘abstract lizard’ design of Kermit the Frog (i.e. before he got his feet, collar, and explanatory epithet):

‘Jean Valfrog’ with ‘Champmathieu’:

Fin.

(Credit to @gutsofgold for casting statler and waldorf as the thénardiers; possibly others have done this already, I’d love to compare notes!)

[thelawsofdaylight]

I wanna hear about the Haunted House E/F fic :D :D :D

ok but i'm warning you it isn't so much a fic as a bunch of ideas in my head and will probably never be written!!! i haven't decided if it'll be explicitly enjolras/feuilly yet (but, like, probably.)

the haunted house au came from me thinking about enjolras and fantine a lot and how they were the same age when they died and how there's never enough fic about fantine out there. so the basic premise is that somehow (i haven't figured out how) enjolras ends up encountering fantine's ghost/spirit and the similarities between them mean that something spooky happens and fantine is able to inhabit enjolras' body. posession-like things occur. the plot is really nebulous in that there isn't really a plot other than enjolras having a bad time and fantine also having a bad time and combeferre + les amis who are desperately trying to work everything out and save their friend. cosette is of course essential to the resolution somehow but the main reason i haven't comitted to it yet is because i have no idea what that resolution would look like hahaha

[findyourrp]

So, does anyone still roleplay les miserables anymore?

🇫🇷

21+ f discord roleplayer here! I’m literate and have a lot of experience. I’m desperate to play Cosette or Eponine, either doing Cosette/Eponine, Cosette/Marius, Eponine/Marius, or Cosette/Eponine/Marius— I’m flexible on plots, and canon vs modern AU, just desperate to play with the characters!

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[postersdecinema]

Pluie d'or

(Chuva de Ouro)

F, 1936

Willy Rozier

5/10

Os Herdeiros

Willy Rozier esteve particularmente ativo na década de 30, nomeadamente em 1936, ano em que estreou três filmes. Além de Maria de la Nuit, melodrama cuja ação decorre parcialmente em Espanha, fez também uma dupla adaptação cinematográfica da peça Veinte Mil Duros, dos espanhóis Leandro Navarro e Adolfo Torrado. Uma comédia primeiro produzida em Espanha, com Pedro Barreto, José Baviera, Charito Leonis e Manuel Paris, entre outros, e logo a seguir em França, onde recebeu o título de Pluie d'or e contou com Josseline Gaël (que fez de Cosette em Les Miserables de Raymond Bernard), Jean Weber (Le Shpountz, de Marcel Pagnol, com Fernandel), Dorville, Marfa d'Hervilly (Café de Paris, de Yves Mirande), Paul Demange (Les Enfants du Paradis de Marcel Carné, Macadam de Jacques Feyder, Le Crime de Monsieur Lange e Elena et les Hommes, de Jean Renoir, Monsieur Le Souris, de Georges Lacombe, com Raimu, a curta L'école de Facteurs, de Jacques Tati e ainda Café de Paris de Yves Mirande) e Marcelle Praince (Sous le Ciel de Paris, de Julien Duvivier). Um elenco de luxo, para uma peça que, infelizmente, nem é particularmente divertida, nem a adaptação exemplar. Demasiado ritmo (talvez influenciado pelo estilo americano da moda), para pouco enredo.

Versátil como sempre, Rozier ensaia mesmo um musical, nesta adaptação, introduzindo três canções, com letra sua e música de Jacques Belasco, sob direção musical de Fernand Audier.

Ambicioso, como sempre, mas não especialmente conseguido ou memorável, apesar dos assinaláveis meios envolvidos.

The Heirs

Willy Rozier was particularly active in the 1930s, particularly in 1936, the year in which he released three films. In addition to Maria de la Nuit, a melodrama set partly in Spain, he also made a double film adaptation of the play Veinte Mil Duros, by the Spaniards Leandro Navarro and Adolfo Torrado. A comedy first produced in Spain, with Pedro Barreto, José Baviera, Charito Leonis and Manuel Paris, among others, and soon after in France, where it received the title of Pluie d'or and featured Josseline Gaël (who played Cosette in Raymond Bernard's Les Miserables), Jean Weber (Le Shpountz, by Marcel Pagnol, with Fernandel), Dorville, Marfa d'Hervilly (Café de Paris, by Yves Mirande), Paul Demange (Les Enfants du Paradis by Marcel Carné, Macadam by Jacques Feyder, Le Crime by Monsieur Lange and Elena et les Hommes, by Jean Renoir, Monsieur Le Souris, by Georges Lacombe, with Raimu, the short film L'école de Facteurs, by Jacques Tati and also Café de Paris by Yves Mirande) and Marcelle Praince (Sous le Ciel de Paris, by Julien Duvivier). A stellar cast, for a play that, unfortunately, is neither particularly funny, nor is the adaptation exemplary. Lots of rhythm (perhaps influenced by the fashionable American style), for little plot.

Versatile as ever, Rozier even rehearses a musical in this adaptation, introducing three songs, with his own lyrics and music by Jacques Belasco, under the musical direction of Fernand Audier.

Ambitious, as ever, but not especially achieved or memorable, despite the remarkable means involved.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Multipart Commission work - Harry Hook x reader - A Prince Behind the Pirate - part 12 - letters and conspiracies

@musicarose​

=

“more and more people are rallying for the children of the isle to join us in Auradon” the council was meeting secretly, talking about the recent events of the people of Auradon calling for the children of the isle to be removed and relocated to Auradon“all thanks to your granddaughter Leah”

The ex-queen crossed her arms, glaring at her fellow council members. “it is not my fault that my granddaughters….soulmate” she spat “is a filthy isle pirate boy, trust me, I have plans to get him out of her head, the first being an arranged marriage between Ariels son and (y/n)”

“now how are you going to do that?” Luis scoffed, twirling his white mustache between his fingers “while it's not common knowledge that the pirate and your granddaughter are soulmates if it gets out the whole kingdom would riot for her, you know the consequences of forcefully pulling two souls apart”

Leah waved the old king off, he was a sucker for love and allowed his son to marry a peasant dish maid, he would be no use in the planning of all this. “yes yes whatever, I cannot have a filthy pirate soil my family line, (y/n) needs a prince, one with land and claim to his throne. Jordan will be just fine, with the claim to Atlantica”

The council nodded along with her standing as the “meeting” was dismissed, Luis frowned to himself, he just couldn't condone this behavior…he needed to tell someone.

=

You sighed, leaning back in your desk chair, blowing your hair out of your eyes. Another stressful day of dealing with Isle affairs, from the food barges to the assholes on the council denying yet ANOTHER transfer request of another 4 VKs.

It had been a long battle but after your stories, along with the cour four and Ben backing you up and their own stories, the people of Auradon were rallying for the removal of the vks from the Isle.

Cinderella herself was voting for the removal of the vks, along with her step-sister Anastasia. Which lead to more people to come on your side, if someone who was raised by a villain was rallying for the vks how bad could they be?

If only your grandmother wasn’t such a bitch and convincing the other council members to keep denying the VK transfer plan. You rolled your neck and got back to business, finishing up another document on the medical barge that was being sent to the isle soon.

A few minutes later a knock sounded at your door, and you turned to look at it for a moment before going back to your work “it's open!”

Audrey stepped through a moment later, a bowl of fruit in her hands “snack break!” you sighed and looked at her, smiling.

“but-“ she tossed a grape at you, pouting.

“no buts, now eat the snackies” you laughed and held your hand out for the bowl, she gave it and a fork to you, spinning around and landing on your bed “sooooo, hows work?”

“pretty good” you shrugged, a mouthful of watermelon “just finishing on a medical document before working on the next barge for fabric”

Audrey hummed and nodded to herself, picking up the tossed leather jacket on your bed, thumbing over the stitched silver hook. “any progress on Harry?”

“no” you groaned, letting your head fall “the council STILL won't approve the plan” Audrey pursed her lips, sucking on her teeth.

“….im really glad I've grown away from grammie, I used to think she knew everything but….shes just-“

“close-minded and thinks about what's best for her and HER line instead of what's best for us and what WE want?” Audrey pointed at you and nodded.

“exactly, shes so demanding and-and god, I wish mom and dad had more of an opportunity to raise us, I never realized that I hardly had a relationship with mom until I actually tried to hang out with her instead of grammie”

You shook your head, it had been hard for Audrey and mom to get their “proper” relationship going, even months later their relationship was slightly strained.

Thankfully for you, you had….not trusted your grandmother since you were a kid and she had grimaced and called a same-sex couple walking down the street “rule-breaking f*gs”…yeah you decided she wasn’t a good role model and mentally disowned her.

When you had told Audrey about it, right around the times she separated herself from Grammie, she had a look of horror on her face, being apart of the LGBTQ community herself, she took it to heart.

To sum it up,  you and Audrey had basically disowned your grandmother and decided you deserved better than a homophobic, controlling bitch of a grandmother.

She still tried to control the two of you but 1) since you met Harry and decided that hey, your soulmates a pirate, let's just go crazy and 2) Audrey was done with her bullcrap.

Your dad had almost died from laughing as you both hid from your grandma one day while she visited. But managed to hide it from her as she asked about you, while your grandpa found you and snuck you some food

Your grandfather was always your favorite out of the two grandparents,  he never pressured you, never forced his beliefs on you, and just let you be yourselves….and also took you to get junk food.

Big difference from your grandmother, but anyway- back to the main plot.

You swallowed the last bit of fruit and placed it on your desk, going back to working on the medical document.

“shoot I gotta get going, Jane wanted to go get brunch at Tiana's place, see you later!” Audrey jumped up from the bed, ran over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek before she bolted from your room to find jane. “have fun” you muttered distracted, typing out your last paragraph, and hitting the save button, opening up the fabric document next.

Time for another three hours at your desk, just the life of the isle ambassador.

=

Harry grunted as he set a large barrel full of fish on the ships main deck, groaning as he stood and stretched out his aching muscles. He shook his head, feeling beads of sweat dripping from his scalp and down his forehead. “gods” he muttered “the one day I do work and its gotta be so hot” he slicked back his sweat-soaked hair and turned around, heading back to the barge to collect more food for the crew.

As he walked down the gangplank, his oh so precious little sister CJ came trotting towards him, a white envelope in her hand, waving it about in the air “oh Harry~ a letter from your girlfirend~” she called, skipping over to him and holding out the letter.

Harry tried to grab it but CJ twisted and pulled away the letter, sticking her tongue out playfully “you have to be quick-hey!” Harry picked CJ up and plucked the letter from her hand, dropping her back on her feet, snickering as she hit his shoulder.

“and yeh hav’ ta be quicker than tha’” Harry mocked, ripping open the envelope and taking out the letter, grunting as CJ jumped onto him and climbed to look over his shoulder “yeh rotten little monkey” he muttered, opening the letter and grinning slightly as (y/n)s neat handwriting appeared

-hi Harry~ just wanted to write a quick letter to you. The next barges are medical and fabric and should be at the isle within the week, I need Uma to write up any needs on the blank paper I put along with this letter and give it back to the courier that will be retrieving the returns in three days.

I miss you every day and even though we see each other in our dreams, I still wish I could see you.

-until next time, love- (y/n)

Harry sighed, smiling softly at the letter, thumbing over (y/n)s signature. “gag” CJ stuck her tongue out and walked away “im gonna go hang out with someone who isn’t being a love guppy” Harry rolled his eyes and closed the letter, shoving it in his pocket and taking the envelope and blank paper to Uma

=

You sighed, finally finishing the last document and sending it to the manager of isle affairs. You spun around in your chair and stood, walking to your bed and flopping down onto the mattress.

“uhhhg” you groaned, grabbing your jacket and pulling it over your head, ready to sleep for 10 hours after your grueling day of filling out paperwork.

Your phone sounded off, and you groaned loudly and sat up, your jacket falling to your lap, leaning over you grabbed your phone from the charger, clicking on the message bubble.

…

….

….

“WHAT!???!”

-end of part 12-

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[youarestellarverse]

God there are so. many. things. I need to tweak.

A substantial portion of which are because I never learn my lesson about not showing numbers which is a problem because I like Jason am dyscalculic 😬

revisions for clarity:

get rid of all of the damn numbers that are not vitally important to the plot

fix contradictions across different fics

tweak throwaways that should, in retrospect, be significant

Things I still have to do on a housekeeping front:

post the f-list profiles

masterpost of fic links

masterpost of information that is actually relevant

maybe take the last (ultimately irrelevant) masterpost and make it a headcanons etc post?

answer comments (partially complete!!)

creatively:

cAST THE REST OF THE DAMN SHOWS

(I have thoughts but I'm saving some of them; I know who Annabeth, Rachel, Jason, Percy, Leo, Reyna and Michael Yew are playing, and Leo, Reyna and Annabeth I haven't yet ~disclosed~...I may leave some spoilery spaghetti-throwing under a cut)

get over myself and follow through on an idea I had for sharing art while being slightly less self-conscious

and yup.

Spoilery bits:

Annabeth (singing out of her range) is Mrs. Lovett, because she and Jason have excellent chemistry.

Percy is Anthony.

Rachel is Johanna.

Leo is Toby.

Reyna is Pirelli.

I don't know who's playing the beggar woman (Piper may be the only mezzo left?), I'm not sure who's playing Beadle Bamford, I'm not 100% sure on who the ballad ghosts are— though Clarisse is one of them.

I also have Beauty and the Beast:

Piper as Belle

Jason as the Beast

Annabeth as the Witch

Percy might be Lumiere, but I feel like Leo would also excel, so I'm undecided.

I made Michael Yew a basso profondo, which limits his roles— though I'm fairly certain he plays Gaston.

Reyna is Mrs. Potts.

Rachel is Madame de la Grande Bouche.

The Apollo kids fill in the leads I can't figure out how to fill. Still missing Le Fou and Cogsworth.

And The Scarlet Pimpernel:

Percy as Percy Blakeney (he specifies in his bio that his name is Perseus, not Percival)

Piper as Marguerite St. Just

Jason as Citizen Chauvelin

Potentially Leo as Armand St. Just, since he and Percy are the tenors at that moment (freshman year; they both mature into baritones)

And Into the Woods, which I've shared the cast on already (but revised slightly):

Jason and Percy as the Princes

Piper as The Baker's Wife

Leo as Jack

Hazel as Little Red

I still reeeeeally want Reyna as The Baker but Frank could pull it off too, I think

Rachel as Cinderella

Annabeth was originally Cinderella's Mother, but I think I might want her for Rapunzel

I don't have a Witch, Narrator, whichever soprano Annabeth ends up not playing, or like, any of the ensemble

I don't have a Spring Musical for Sophomore, Junior, or Senior years, but I have two Freshman shows that must be in Freshman year because of the timeline (Piper and Jason actually have very good chemistry until they start dating halfway through the run of the Freshman Spring Musical, which is Pimpernel, and Thalia vows to NEVER EVER CAST COUPLES AS COUPLES EVER AGAIN EVER)

And of course lastly, we have Les Mis:

Nico as Jean Valjean

Reyna as Javert

Piper as Fantine

Percy as Enjolras

Frank as Marius

Leo as Courfreyrac

Clarisse as Feuilly

Jason as Grantaire/The Bishop of Digne

possibly Beckendorf as Combferre

Cosette may be either Rachel or Annabeth, but

I kinda want Rachel for Madame Thenardier, on the basis of being fucking hilarious

Harley as Little Gavroche

Hazel as Eponine (because a. everyone in the world would bawl their eyes out over A Little Fall Of Rain with Frank and b. she can practice at home and Nico can stew himself into chowder over how much it hurts— "he was never mine to lose; why regret what could not be? These are words he'll never say; not to me, not to me, not to me.")

No idea who's playing Thenardier or Young Cosette.

And that's not even fucking getting into the Shakespeare and the other non-musicals, such as The Importance Of Being Earnest

Jason as Jack

Percy as Algernon

Piper as Gwendolyn and Annabeth as Cecily, or the other way around— depending on whether they do the show before or after Piper starts dating Jason. (I like the idea of Annabeth usually playing ingenues because of the thing where she deliberately attempts to make people think she's a dumb blonde so they let their guard down, so I'm leaning towards the before.)

Plus Much Ado About Nothing, which I haven't cast at all, and A Midsummer Night's Dream, which I have cast but again it doesn't fit the damn timeline:

Annabeth as Titania

Reyna as Oberon

Percy as Bottom

Leo as Puck

Piper as Helena

Jason as Demetrius

Hazel as Hermia

Frank as Lysander

And Romeo and Juliet:

Frank as Romeo

Hazel as Juliet

Percy as Mercutio

Jason as Benvolio

Annabeth as Lady Capulet

And then I just have a bunch of holes.

Ideally, I wanted two musicals and two straight plays per year— one Shakespeare and one not-Shakespeare— but I don't even know if that's possible anymore lmao 🙃

This for the record is one of the things that is tripping me up lmao.

[dannypuro]

A SECOND FULL FIC YOU MADE MY DAY :))))) (apparently tumblr deletes some text emoticons so imagine all the heart emojis here)

YES YES YES fic number 2 will include such things as: 

more cosette! darling baby light of my life history major keeper of the brain cells! still got raised by nuns who don’t brush their teeth don’t ask she’s fine enj thinks it’s normal and she agrees

valjean! still very weird, still vaguely on the run from the law, still wears a horrible ugly yellow coat that he sews his money into, still got buried alive don’t ask he’s fine. handkerchief he dropped is now a tacky rhinestoned “U” keychain. no i will not be accepting criticism.

enjolras gavroche interaction... Uncle Enjolras Says Crime Is Good Sometimes

gavroche tiktok enjolras explanation! (goes poorly. unsuccessful.)

enjolras real world experiences--enjolras vs technology... FIGHT!

enjolras vs elevator... FIGHT!

enjolras vs the concept of electricity... FIGHT!

enjolras vs severe emotional trauma........ f i g h t

enjolras grantaire Boyfriende Time!

valjean enjolras attempted adoption. valjean marius attempted disowning. valjean cosette marius enjolras grantaire horribly awkward family dinner.

enjolras courfeyrac regional languages time! enjolras jehan friendship time! enjolras combeferre friendship time! enjolras feuilly friendship time! feuilly bahorel Boyfriende time! 

and much, much more!!! do i have a full plot yet? no i do not! will it be a little less cohesive than this one? perhaps! am i full of love for the characters to a degree that i cannot be stopped? yes! xoxo love u Do Not Try To Stop Me It Will Not Work

[adeliaharris]

My Favorite Books...

1. Harper Lee "To kill a Mockingbird"

The story of a small sleepy town in the South of America told by a little girl. The story of her brother Jim, dill's friend and her father - the honest principled lawyer Atticus Finch one of the last and best representatives of the old "southern aristocracy". The story of the trial of a black guy accused of rape a white girl. But first of all it is the story of a turning era when xenophobia, racism, intolerance and bigotry inherent in the American South are warming to the past. The "wind of change" has just begun to blow over America. What will it bring?

- This is probably one of my favorite books.The book captured from the very first pages and did not let go for a long time after reading. You can say a lot of things but better read it.

2. Khaled Hosseini "The Kite Runner"

A heartfelt story of friendship and fidelity, betrayal and redemption, penetrating to the very core. Delicate, ironic and sentimental in a good way, Khaled Hosseini's novel resembles a painting that can be looked at endlessly set in pre-war Kabul in the 1970s. In this magical city shimmering with all shades of gold and azure two weather boys Amir and Hasan live. One belonged to the local aristocracy the other to a despised minority. One's father was handsome and important the other was lame and pathetic. Master and servant, prince and beggar, handsome and crippled. But there were no people in the world closer than these two boys. Soon the Kabul idyll will be replaced by formidable storms. And the boys, like two kites, will be picked up by this storm and scattered in different directions. Each has its own destiny its own tragedy but they like in childhood are tied by the strongest bonds. You run after the kite and the wind as you run after your destiny, trying to catch it. But she will catch you.

- Psychological novel on the theme of "crime and punishment". Deeply elaborated images, convincing children's characters, a remarkably built plot - everything speaks of a great master. For me it is "heavy" literature but it has the right to be because it calls things by their proper names. And most importantly there is light in the stories of Hosseini! The light of true human feelings.

3. F. Scott Fitzgerald "The Great Gatsby"

A jubilant, sparkling thirst for life, a desire for love, alluring and elusive, exciting pursuit of wealth - but now the dream breaks to the sound of jazz and the eternal holiday turns into a tragedy. "The Great Gatsby" is a novel about "how illusions are wasted which make the world so colorful that  having experienced this magic, a person becomes indifferent to the concept of true and false." F. S. Fitzgerald

- I read it and was not at all disappointed! Elegant presentation with high meaning - everything in this life is done for the sake of love. And no amount of money can replace the woman you love... And even if she is stupid, frivolous and idly living her life. I have great respect for Gatsby and contempt for Daisy. There are a lot of wonderful quotes, phrases in the book, it's worth thinking about. I didn’t expect to literally fall in love with this piece! In the future I will definitely re-read it more than once!

4. Daniel Keyes "Flowers for Algernon"

Forty years ago it was considered a fantasy. Forty years ago it read like fantasy. Exploring and expanding the boundaries of the genre eagerly absorbing all sorts of newest trends trying on a common human face bravely ignoring the Cain's stamp of the "genre ghetto". Now it is perceived as one of the most humane works of modern times as a novel of piercing psychological power, as a filigree development of the theme of love and responsibility. It is not for nothing that Keyes called his book of memoirs published in the 1990s "Algernon, Charlie and Me."

- The book is an emotion that will not make you think about something particularly difficult. All the thoughts that it generates are very simple and understandable. Without revelations, of course, but not bad either. The assessment will, rather, depend on the degree of personal sensitivity because the author often uses the concept of "naive hero-evil reality-collision-squeezing out sympathy" during the work.

5. Agatha Christie  "Murder on the Orient Express"

The great detective Hercule Poirot who was in Istanbul returns to England on the famous "Orient Express" in which it seems, representatives of all possible nationalities travel with him. One of the passengers an unpleasant American named Ratchett offers Poirot to become his bodyguard since he believes that he could be killed. The famous Belgian brushes off this absurd request. And the next day the American is found dead in his compartment with the doors closed and the window open. Poirot immediately takes up the investigation - and finds out that the compartment is full of all sorts of evidence pointing... to almost all the passengers of the Orient Express. In addition the train gets stuck in snow drifts in a deserted place. Poirot needs to find the killer before the express can continue on its way...

- I liked the book. Pretty easy to read. The plot is "confused" from the very beginning but Mr. Poirot is yet  a world-famous detective. It is better to read about all the twists and turns of the investigation on your own, "immersion" is guaranteed.

6. Stieg Larsson "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo"

Forty years of the mystery of the disappearance of a young relative haunts the aging industrial tycoon and now he makes the last attempt in his life - entrusts his search to journalist Mikael Blomkvist. He takes on a hopeless business more in order to distract himself from his own troubles but soon realizes: the problem is even more complicated than it seems at first glance.

What is the connection between a long-standing incident on the territory with the use of mobile devices which happened in different years in different parts of Sweden? What does the quotation from the Third Book of Moses have to do with it? And who, after all, attempted on the life of Michael himself when he came too close to the solution?

- The whole trilogy left a deep impression. Such books appear very rarely. Out-of-the-box characters, amazing Sweden, dark atmosphere. I advise absolutely everyone!

7. Ray Bradbury "Fahrenheit 451"

Perhaps the best of Bradbury's writings. The story "Fahrenheit 451" depicts a dystopian society of the future but in fact - "our reality, reduced to absurdity." Bradbury invented a state where reading and keeping books is prohibited. For the sake of political correctness and general peace of mind the general level of spiritual and intellectual demands of citizens is artificially lowered. But there are rebels and fugitives.

This is one of Bradbury's rare sci-fi works. Very exciting touching and at the same time very lively and dynamic. With a relatively simple plot, it is full of allusions including biblical texts and complex symbolism.

- This is just a great book! I advise everyone to read it! Despite the fact that the author wrote it in 1953 this does not feel at all. A very interesting and poignant plot for our time.

8. Victor Hugo "Les Miserables"

All the works of the great French poet, novelist and playwright Victor Marie Hugo (1802-1885) are covered with a halo of romanticism. The idea of ​​life-giving love, mercy, the triumph of good over evil - this is the core of his novel "Les Miserables". Among the "outcasts" are Jean Valjean sentenced to 20 years for stealing bread for his starving family and the little dirty Cosette who turned into a charming girl and a child of the Parisian streets of Gavroche...

- Brilliant work! So thoughtful, so overwhelming and so humane. The inimitable Hugo put all his philanthropy into this magnificent novel!

9. Stephen King "The Green Mile"

Stephen King invites readers to the eerie world of the death row where they leave in order not to return, opens the door of the last refuge of those who have transgressed not only human but also God's law. There is no more deadly place on this side of the electric chair! Nothing you've read before beats Stephen King's most audacious horror experience - a story that begins on Death Road and goes deep into the deepest secrets of the human soul...

- I have been familiar with the work of S. King for a long time and have read more than a dozen of his books. The work "The Green Mile" is a story that will not let you go for a long time. She leaves a residue in her soul - mixed feelings and indescribable impressions from the story itself, unique and ingenious.

10. Gregory David Roberts "Shantaram"

This art-refracted confession of a man who managed to get out of the abyss and survive, has sold four million copies around the world and has earned rave comparisons with the works of the best writers of the modern era from Melville to Hemingway. Like the author the hero of this novel has been hiding from the law for many years. Deprived of parental rights after a divorce from his wife, he became addicted to drugs, committed a number of robberies and was sentenced by an Australian court to nineteen years in prison. Having escaped from a maximum security prison in his second year, he reached Bombay where he was a counterfeiter and smuggler, traded arms and participated in the showdown of the Indian mafia and also found his true love, to lose it again, to find it again...

- It is very difficult to somehow categorically evaluate this novel. There are many advantages here: a fascinating story of the wanderings of the protagonist in the world of a harsh exotic country. Together with him, the reader develops, absorbs the alien culture and energy of other people, people of another world to which we are not used to. However there is something ridiculous about this.  At times it seems that we are watching real Indian cinema - the brainchild of Bollywood naive and merciless. In general I liked the novel, it is interesting, bright, impetuous. During the period of reading this great story, I have never been bored. Despite some controversial points - I advise!

[dorianbrightmusic]

A quick theory about Akane Hasegawa

Now that Zenkichi (Zen’kichi?) “hot old guy” Hasegawa has been revealed by Atlus, it’s worth taking a moment to theorise about his Persona, Valjean, and what that might mean for the plot.

Who’s Valjean?

The formerly criminal protagonist of Les Misérables, Jean Valjean is an incredibly strong, virtuous man, determined to leave his sinning behind him after a chance encounter with a kindly bishop. After accidentally allowing an ex-employee of his to die in grisly circumstances, he takes that employee’s daughter, Cosette, into his care as his own family. I’d be surprised if the majority of Tumblr haven’t heard of Les Mis, but it’s no sin if you haven’t - if so, go listen to the opening right now (but not the movie version).

In Persona’s context...

Zenkichi Hasegawa has a young daughter, Akane, who adores the Phantom Thieves of Hearts. We know little about her, but if Valjean is Zenkichi’s persona, it follows that one or more of the following may also be the case:

a) Akane is not Zenkichi’s real daughter, but in fact someone else’s, whom he has taken into his care. This would explain why there’s quite some distance between them.

b) Akane is somehow in the Metaverse’s clutches - reveal trailer #3 showed Sophia wanting to ‘save the crying girl’. Akane could very well be that girl, if she’s essentially Cosette, as Cosette lives a thoroughly miserable existence until Valjean adopts her. 

c) Zenkichi’s motivation for joining the Thieves is to somehow save Akane from whatever afflicts her. Thus, he’s unlikely to follow in the traitor’s footsteps (as many fans theorise he might).

d) One major target will be either Akane’s real mother/father or her tormenter. If the latter, this tormenter will be based (loosely) on Thénardier.

e) Zenkichi will grow attached to Renren in a way that will reflect Valjen’s relationship to Marius; i.e. a reluctant second (third? don’t forget Sojibro) father to him, and be willing to die for him by the end. Their relationship will be a turning point for the story.

f) Does this mean Sophia will somehow reflect Eponine? (She’s definitely not Fantine.) Seems unlikely, though.

Bonus headcanon - Zenkichi has a fabulous singing voice, including a magnificent falsetto range (’bring him home’). He goes to the gym frequently, and is surprisingly ripped beneath that outfit.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Les Baterables

by AJMcLeod

What would happen if the bats were put into the plot of Les Mis. Including Bruce Wayne as Jean Valjean, Harvey Dent as Javert, Selina Kyle as Fantine, Dick Grayson as Cosette, Koriand'r as Marius, and Jason Todd as Eponine.

I cannot stress enough that this is literally the plot of Les Mis only set in Gotham. Part of the unfinished works series due to plot issues.

Words: 1090, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Unfinished Works

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Harvey Dent, Alfred Pennyworth, Jay Garrick, Joan Garrick, Lucius Fox, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Catherine Todd, Willis Todd

Additional Tags: no capes AU, I plopped them down in the middle of Les Mis, Threatening to harm a child, Character Death, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43104379

[ao3feedtreebros]

Broadway at Hogwarts

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vTVhG6

by dearbenross

Different Broadway show characters go to Hogwarts at the time of Harry Potter. See how all the relationships end up and the plot goes! Hope you enjoy!

Words: 90, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda, Dear Evan Hansen - Pasek & Paul/Levenson, Anastasia - Flaherty/Ahrens/McNally (Broadway) RPF, Mean Girls - Richmond/Benjamin/Fey, Waitress - Bareilles/Nelson, Les Misérables - Victor Hugo, Mamma Mia! (2008), Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Evan Hansen, Connor Murphy, Alana Beck, Jared Kleinman, Dimitri | Dmitry (Anastasia), Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanov Grand Duchess of Russia, Jack Kelly, Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Cady Heron, Aaron Samuels, Eponine, Enjolras (Les Misérables), Grantaire (Les Misérables), Cosette Fauchelevent, Marius Pontmercy, Harry Bright, Donna Sheridan, Bill Anderson (Mamma Mia), Sam Carmichael, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Karen Smith, Margaret "Peggy" Schuyler, Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Angelica Schuyler, Samuel Seabury, Philip Hamilton, Zoe Murphy, Damian Hubbard, Hercules Mulligan, James Madison, Racetrack, Les (newsies), Gavroche Thénardier, Becky, Ogie Anhorn, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, Gretchen Wieners, Dawn (Waitress), Joly (Les Misérables), Courfeyrac (Les Misérables), Combeferre (Les Misérables), Bossuet Laigle, Rosie Mulligan, Tanya Chesham-Leigh, Regina George, Janis Ian, Gleb (Anastasia), Earl Hunterson, Azelma, Aaron Burr, Maria Reynolds, James Reynolds, (any others)

Relationships: Evan Hansen/Connor Murphy, Alana Beck/Jared Kleinman, Dimitri | Dmitry/Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova, Jack Kelly/Katherine Plumber, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Jenna Hunterson/Jim Pomatter, Cady Heron/Aaron Samuels, Eponine/Enjolras, Grantaire/Happiness, Cosette Fauchelevent/Marius Pontmercy, Harry Bright/Donna Sheridan, Bill Anderson/Donna Sheridan, Sam Carmichael/Donna Sheridan, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter (one sided)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vTVhG6

[chronotopes]

brief updates from intermission (will do a Serious Writeup when i get home)

- projections are lazy and bad but these don't bother me as much as i thought they would

- enjolras' hair is VERY VERY BAD

- lovely ladies was not as terrible as I've seen in some bootlegs; at the very least there was SOME humanity afforded there

- as if to make up for this, master of the house was very very bad. it's sad tbh because i think the lady playing madam t would have been very good at playing Sweeney Todd type comedy and being scary but uhh clearly she was directed for Peak Comedy

- Marius and cosette are very cute!!

- eponine is very pop to the point that it was an active detriment to one day more

- gavroche is EXTREMELY corny, like the very peak of corny gavroches

- valjean has been Solid since at the end of the day but he was kind of fucky in the prologue. he was pretty ok at the angry parts but he used all of valjean's moments of vulnerability to be enamored with his own voice . um i'm kind of dreading bring him home

- speaking of that... anyone else miss when cosette and valjean were expected to hit their high notes

- that said cosette is still one of my highlights

- fantine was too ingenue-y although when is she not 🙄

- javert is probably good tbh? but in terms of emotional impact I kind of feel nothing. stars was very Nothing. we'll see in act two

- feuilly was good! 💖 there's a bit where grantaire teases him or smth which is a metaphor for e/r shippers institutionally oppressing e/f shippers. jk

- tbh it still made me nearly cry multiple times particularly when the bishop gave valjean the candlesticks

- and honestly uh for the most part it still works

- the scene transitions are rlly jarringly paced tho it feels kind of rushed. ALSO they have stopped projecting time and location changes when they happen, which must b a trip for ppl who don't know the plot. like "oh cosette is an adult now uhh okay"

- I CANNOT UNDERSTATE HOW UGLY ENJOLRAS' WIG IS!! oh also grantaire is obnoxious but once more not AS actively obnoxious as I've seen a few times. They are doing the gavroche father figure thing because of course they are

- also they have a shout out to the coin flipping boy whose name I forgot, tho not a recreation of the full scene obv

- okay gtg but uh. PRAY FOR ME during bring him home and drink with me and on my own and little people. this could b rough.

[tobcannounced]

Was that G A B R I E L L A   W I L D E ?  Oh no no, that was just C O S E T T E   F A U C H E L E V E N T, a CANON CHARACTER from L E S   M I S E R A B L E S. She is TWENTY-TWO years old and  I S   N O T aware that she is not actually from Washington DC.

ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ᴛ ꜱ :

name: cosette fauchelevent. nickname: n/a. age: twenty-two. gender & pronouns: cis-female & she/her. sexual orientation: pansexual. occupation: registered nurse. zodiac sign: pisces.

ʟ ɪ ꜰ ᴇ   ɪ ɴ   ᴡ ᴀ ꜱ ʜ ɪ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ᴏ ɴ :

length of stay: she has lived here since she was six years old following her adoption.  magic status: affected by magic currently. she has no memory of her actual life. affected by magic, her memories are of a fully different life. cosette was given up for adoption by her biological mother who was unable to care for her. her time in foster homes were more than a bit abusive and she was treated horrifically until a friend of her mother’s finally showed up and became the girl’s savior by adopting her. following her adoption, her new father was incredibly protective of her and she’s always been a bit sheltered. 

ᴡ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ᴅ   ᴄ ᴏ ɴ ɴ ᴇ ᴄ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ ꜱ :

coworker(s): [ open to m/f/nb.] people that she sees most often.

forbidden romance: [ open to m/f/nb. ] someone that she wants, but shouldn’t want.

ex: [ open to m/f/nb. ] because i love exes plots, ofc. we can plot. (: 

adoptive father: [ open to m. ] because i love a family dynamic. 

other characters i would love to see from les mis: marius pontmercy, eponine thenardier, jean valjean, fantine. all of them tbh.

[hurtpeoplearelethal]

Plots I want for my /GIRLs/:

We were both actors on a show together and my reputation had the show canceled, we’re both out of the job and you’re pissed at me. (( Blaky ))

Based on It Just Takes a Taste from Waitress The Musical. Literally fucking anything with her being a cute waitress who was a teen mom and is now in her late 30s and has them teenagers herself and ur muse should love her down cus she desrves a break from life (( Stephanie ))

Your muse as a a smol teenager with the angst who comes to the coffee shop where she works and her being a TM mom (( Stephanie ))

Your muse is a type of supernatural creature and runs from town to town to keep away from hunters or to not be discovered and decides to stay the night in an abandoned house they find except it turns out they’re not so alone. (( Rory - a ghost ))

Your muse works at a petsmat or volunteers at an animal shelter and helps a young single mom and her kid choose a pet cus neither has ever had a pet before and they want some cuddly lovin’? (( Cosette ))

Literally anything to do with a teen mom (( Cosette ))

Romeo & Juliet but f/f and different cheerleading teams pls (( Leah ))

Your muse is a /fuckboy/ and starts talking to mine and so she starts talking to the clear like second in command just to fuck with them (( Clove ))

Anything where my muse refuses to give into the fact she’s 100% in love w/ yours (( Clove ))