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Parting is such sweet sorrow (OOC)

((Dear BUC (my online family, as I've called you all time and time again), So I know I've been silent. I kind of just stopped going near the chat. I have an overwhelming sense of guilt whenever I think of you all. I feel like I've abandoned you. I'm ashamed to really contact people because ignoring the fact that I just dropped off of the Earth here is so much easier and simpler. I'm sorry. That's not what I've meant to do at all. I still think of all of you so much. You all got me through one of the worst rough patches I've yet had in my life and I can't thank any of you enough. I love you all with everything I have and don't want to lose you all, although part of me is afraid that my absence has made it so that I already have? I hate goodbyes. I hate partings. I hate endings. But maybe it's a new beginning? I don't know. I guess I'll find out eventually though. I'm still figuring everything out with my life. There's a ton of stress and I've learned more about myself this summer than I have in a long time- good and bad things. I hope you all don't think I've wronged you, I haven't meant to cause any negativity for any of you. I love you all too much to wish any of you harm or sadness or anything of the sort. On the contrary, I wish you all the best of luck, the best wishes. I hope that you all find happiness and live life to the fullest. I hope that those of you struggling will conquer and surpass the obstacles that challenge you day to day. I wish so much for all of you. This is really bittersweet for me and I've been putting it off for quite some time, but I knew it was inevitable in the end. I don't have the time, energy, or muse to keep up with roleplay, as much as I'd love to. I have so much with school, with family, with personal struggles that I just can't keep up with this. I haven't been able to for a while. I don't want you guys to worry though. I'm actually happy, which is really really nice. Things are running smoothly for the most part, and I'm learning to cope with the crazy things that keep popping up in my life and trying to push me down. I have high hopes for the future, which is all I can really wish for. There's so much in store for all of you and I hope you all know how special you all are to me and just as individuals. I think most of you if not all of you know my personal blog- @my-dreams-under-your-feet. Send me a message any time, I'd really love to talk to you all. I'm always here for talking, whether it's just catching up or venting or talking about life. Never worry about annoying me or anything like that, I'd tell you if I didn't want to talk. Seriously, come message me please some time. I dread falling out of contact with you all. It's the last thing that I want this to result in. Anyway, I love all of you to pieces. ALL of you mean so much to me and have made a lasting imprint on my life. I won't forget you ever. Stay amazing, know that you're beautiful, and keep being you because you're some of the best people I know. Love, Kat PS- I'll leave this message up for a week and then I'll be deleting the account unless there are objections. It's sort of painful for me to look at it and know that I just left you all. ))

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ok but have you ever thought about how much fantine would have loved marius

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Courfeyrac: Marius, tell him where he can stick his grapes

Marius: in the FRIDGE

Courfeyrac: no, Marius

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Marius Pontmercy before his first ABC meeting : ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Marius Pontmercy after his first ABC meeting : ᕕ(ಥ_ಥ)ᕗ

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What's the BUC?

well, gather round, my friends, and let me tell you a story about the greatest nerds in the world - or, alternatively, the group in which I found some of my best friends (and my a+ datemate) and also learnt how to write better

this is probably going to get long

BUC is short for Barricade URL’s Club and it’s an ensemble of role players within the Les Miserables fandom. If I remember my history correctly, it started with the absolutely fantastic @getoffmybarricade and as more people joined in on the fun, the group grew to the size we are today. I myself joined about a year ago and was taken into this merry band of mischievous marvellous writers, and I have never ever regretted it since.

We take characters from the novel by Victor Hugo (or the musical/movie/anime/etc. based on said book, as reading the Brick might be tricky, at least in my regard) and apply what little we know of them into building their character. Some characters have plenty of canon to refer to, while others have just a few lines. And from the canon we know of the characters, we build our muses and create our own canon (#BUC canon) putting our muses into the modern day setting, and we are set to go.

From that point there’s only one thing that will do, and that is, to quote Hamlet: “Words, words, words!”Yes, that’s where the fun begins. Writing, or what’s also known as the actual role playing. You figure out your style and you have fun doing it. I, for once, figured out after about three months, that my style consisted of long sentences and a lot of commas, and to this date I am fairly certain someone hates me a little bit for it. Probably, at least.

But, you see, the most important thing with the BUC is that it’s all for fun. To me, it’s important that writing isn’t a chore, so if you don’t feel like writing, you don’t have to write. And when you do actually feel like writing, you stay up all night writing having so much fun you forget about the assignment you have due and almost fail a class. Though that might just be me.

And, just for the record, the BUC people are lovely, and even though I have been very absent lately, I think of them as some sort of weird extended family, and I’m definitely planning to get back in on the game (and to them) again very soon.

Go check out our @homebasebuc​ for more of anything, there you’ll find a list of all BUC-blogs and all our tags and other stuff.

Want to join? Please do, here is a post on how to proceed.

TL;DR: The BUC is a fan-frigging-tastic role play group and you should definitely join.

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BUC is recruiting!

We are currently looking for new members!

Our only in-game requirements are that you can respect our boundaries and you engage with the group in character occasionally!  

Currently open:

Joly

Alzema

Floreal

Gueulemer

Brujon

Mr and Mme Thenardier

Gillenormand

M. Mabeuf

Monseigneur Bienvenu Myriel

Other named characters present in 1832 Paris

If you are interested in joining us, this is what you need to do:

1) Read and familiarise yourself with our guidelines.  Those are all deal breakers, including the 18+ requirement.

2) Get in touch - off anon!! - with either myself or @glitterandknivesonthebarricade, our HR Manager Extraordinaire!  Laura will place a 48 hour hold on your preferred character.

3) Create a URL with the word barricade in it.

4) Post a quick hello mentioning either Laura or myself so we know you are active and ready to rock!  (Tagging is now…useless thanks to Tumblr update, but mentioning someone in your post will get the alert out)

5) Profit!

(We are not currently accepting new applications from ex-BUC members, thank you for understanding.)

We are really very laid back!  Don’t let the excess of exclamation points fool you!

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Alright, an hour wasn’t so bad. Marius gave his fried a wide smile at her response. “Musichetta, you are by far one of the best and most warm-hearted people that I know. If I wasn’t in the Christmas spirit earlier, thanks to you I am now.” He glanced down at his wrist to look at his watch and after realizing that he wasn’t wearing one, pulled out his phone to check the time. “Shopping was pretty much all I had planned for today, so do you by any chance need any help?”

☕ ((- Chetta))

“Wait, is this for me?” Marius asked, pointing toward his friend’s outstretched hand and extra mug of hot chocolate. Christmas was only a few days away and it seemed like after a few hectic weeks of planning and buying gifts, the holiday spirit was finally in the air. He greedily accepted the cup, smiling and pulling Chetta into a quick hug before thanking her. 

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chettatthebarricade:

Musichetta had managed to get an idea through to her boss to tempt more people into the Musain by offering free hot chocolate. Because of that she’d of course been put to run the stall also, so she was standing outside of the cafe by a table, a thermos and tons of disposable cups on it. Naturally she’d offered a cup for Marius when she spotted him walking by. “Oh, it’s no big deal, sweetheart.” She smiled warmly. “Have you been out shopping?” She asked and nodded towards the bag in his other hand. 

chettatthebarricade:

Musichetta had managed to get an idea through to her boss to tempt more people into the Musain by offering free hot chocolate. Because of that she’d of course been put to run the stall also, so she was standing outside of the cafe by a table, a thermos and tons of disposable cups on it. Naturally she’d offered a cup for Marius when she spotted him walking by. “Oh, it’s no big deal, sweetheart.” She smiled warmly. “Have you been out shopping?” She asked and nodded towards the bag in his other hand. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure this is the last of what I have to buy,” he replied cheerily, holding up his bag. Sure, it was a bit late to be getting gifts for people, but Marius was quite particular when it came to what he got his friends. “So, how long have you been out here? Aren’t you cold?” Marius, bundled in his coat, hat, scarf, and gloves was pretty much as far from cold as one could get, but that didn’t mean that everyone else wasn’t. Especially with today being as cold as it was, the idea of his friend just standing out here in the air was a bit concerning.

☕ ((- Chetta))

“Wait, is this for me?” Marius asked, pointing toward his friend’s outstretched hand and extra mug of hot chocolate. Christmas was only a few days away and it seemed like after a few hectic weeks of planning and buying gifts, the holiday spirit was finally in the air. He greedily accepted the cup, smiling and pulling Chetta into a quick hug before thanking her. 

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Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

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☕ ((- Chetta))

“Wait, is this for me?” Marius asked, pointing toward his friend’s outstretched hand and extra mug of hot chocolate. Christmas was only a few days away and it seemed like after a few hectic weeks of planning and buying gifts, the holiday spirit was finally in the air. He greedily accepted the cup, smiling and pulling Chetta into a quick hug before thanking her. 

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winter interactions

Send me a symbol…

☕ - for my muse to give yours some hot chocolate

❄ - for our muses to get snowed in together

☃ - for our muses to play in the snow together

🎄 - for our muses to decorate the Christmas tree together

🎁 - for your muse to give mine a present

🎅 - for my muse to give yours a present

💕 - for our muses to kiss at midnight on New Year’s

🎉 - for my muse to tell yours a New Year’s resolution

💋 - for our muses to get caught under the mistletoe

🚗 - for our muses’ car to break down in a blizzard

🎈 - for our muses meeting for the first time at a holiday party

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The lovers of a century

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Plot: The Ineffable Fucking Game

The Stories We Tell Ourselves Have Power - AKA Happy Anniversary BUC!

Narrativium is the first element on the periodic table.   The Gods are real and they are playing an ineffable game of their own devising.  Million to one chances happen 9 times out of 10. 

On the morning of 3 December 2015, the (extended) Amis wake up to a world reborn.  Everyone knows that the Earth is flat and carried on the backs of four elephants.  Magic is real and moves at random, Paris is teeming with figures which were until now confined to fantasy novels, wishes start coming true. 

What could possibly go wrong?

((Those with a passing familiarity of Discworld might find it useful to think about it from that angle.  Knowledge of that series is definitely not required though.))

((ETA I just realized tags are fucked, so I’m mentioning everyone who hasn’t already reblogged here:

@getoffmybarricade @notonyourbarricade @sunshineonthebarricade @glitterandknivesonthebarricade @barricadepoet @setfiretothebarricade @bruisedknucklesatthebarricade @jackofalltradesatthebarricade @maskedliesatthebarricade @barricadesandflowers @eponineknowsherbarricade @traitoratthebarricade @24601barricade  ))

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Marius: Wow, the stars sure are beautiful tonight.

Éponine: Yeah, they are.

Marius: You know who else is beautiful?

Éponine: *blushes* who?

Marius: Cosette

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shippy angst starters.

"You're an idiot if you thought I cared about you."

"You took advantage of my feelings for you."

"Fuck you, fuck your boyfriend/girlfriend and fuck everything about you!"

"I'm in love with you and I'm sick of having to hide it."

"You were supposed to be different."

"You were the one, I can't just move on!"

"I loved you, and just because we broke up doesn't mean I can turn it off."

"I love you too much and you don't love me at all..."

"I would've done anything for you..."

"You left me. You don't get to come back."

"I want you to hurt like I do."

"That's it? You're just giving up on me?"

"I never thought we'd end like this."

"It's such a shame to let you walk away."

"Love isn't a three-way street!"

"Is this goodbye?"

"I would have followed you anywhere. "

"Do I even matter to you?!"

"My back has turned on you."

"I should have known you'd break my heart."

"You're gone and I'm haunted and I bet you are just fine!"

"Goodbye, my almost lover."

"It's over."

"I can't do this anymore."

"I'm leaving you."

"I'm done crying over you."

"I have to let you go."

"You said you loved me..."

"I LOVED you. Past tense."

"I don't believe in love."

"I never loved you."

"I hate you."

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Marius pulled a face at that, taking a step backward. He was quite familiar with this situation, having to deal with it almost every year. The only reason he wasn’t groaning on the table was because there was still a week left until Halloween. 

“...Exactly how much did you manage to eat?” he asked.

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“Hey.. Are you feeling alright, ‘Taire? You’re looking a bit uneasy,” Marius prodded gently. His friend had looked ‘a bit’ sick all day honestly, but now Marius was getting worried. He hadn’t known someone could actually turn green and it was a bit alarming. A part of him wanted to go get someone else in case something was really wrong, but that wasn’t the sort of thing Grantaire normally appreciated.