threadbaremillionaire:Just a silly doodle where I switched Bahorel and Prouvaire’s body types for

threadbaremillionaire:

Just a silly doodle where I switched Bahorel and Prouvaire’s body types for fun.

eirenical:

I want more Jewish Amis headcanons.  I want more Jewish headcanons, PERIOD.  I don’t want token throwaway lines.  I want stories where the characters’ Jewishness is an actual part of their character, be it by religion or by culture.  Specifically?  I want Jewish!Feuilly and Jewish!Jehan headcanons. 

…of course, the minute I decided that I wanted these headcanons, I had this really intense mental image of Feuilly, after Jehan had been shot at the barricade, slinking off to some dark corner of the Corinthe and rocking back and forth, quietly sobbing and choking on the words of the Mourner’s Kaddish, knowing that no minyan will sit shiva for Jehan and that probably no one will even say the kaddish for HIM when he dies and this is the best he can do for either of them and it isn’t enough.

And someone finds him and tries to comfort him.  Maybe it’s Combeferre, because he’s better read than the others and he would suspect something.  Maybe it’s Enjolras who doesn’t want to let any of his friends out of his sight now that they’ve lost two of their number, who wants to help but doesn’t know how.  Maybe it’s Courfeyrac who senses that his friend is in pain, that there’s more to it than there is for any of the others, but doesn’t understand why.  Whoever it is, they do their best to offer comfort, but the effort falls flat.  They just can’t understand.

It had only been a few short decades since the emancipation of Jews began in France, and it was only just one short year ago that Judaism was recognized as a religion on par with Christianity, and even so recognized, there were still a load of legal and acceptable discriminations in place.  In fact, I’m sure that, as much as they love and trust their friends, neither Jehan nor Feuilly every even hinted to them that they were Jewish.  I’m sure that whoever found Feuilly in that dark corner of the Corinthe didn’t recognize the Kaddish for what it is, especially with how Feuilly was mumbling through it.  And maybe, even now, Feuilly can’t betray that confidence.  Maybe he can’t say the words, even though he knows it won’t matter, that Death will be the great equalizer for them all, no matter what he says here and now.  Even so… he can’t tell them.  He just can’t.  And he dies with that secret untold.

But do you know who figures it out?

Marius.

Marius who learned German in two months.  Marius who recognized some of the words Feuilly was muttering around the Kaddish as Yiddish.  Marius who knows what it’s like to suffer for your convictions.  And maybe in later years, in secret, Marius finds a rabbi and learns the words and says the Kaddish for his friends and hopes that somehow that will be enough to bring them peace.

…I WARNED YOU THESE WERE NOT HAPPY FEELS, YES?

(Originally posted here with follow-up here.)

dezuotian:

Sometimes, when Enjolras is reading or watching the news or talking on the phone, Grantaire will sit next to him and take his free hand and just start drawing on his arm with whatever he can find. Sometimes it’s a ballpoint pen or a Sharpie, sometimes it’s henna that Jehan has left behind for whatever reason, sometimes it’s goache or inks and old paintbrushes. His choices are sort of dependent on how long Enjolras is willing to sit still, which Grantaire bases mostly on exactly what has captured Enjolras’s attention.

The first few times Enjolras is baffled by this, and stops whatever he’s doing to watch and ask Grantaire exactly what he’s doing, which, the first few times, made him stop mid-stroke and leave Enjolras alone. Eventually, Enjolras learns to let Grantaire do his thing and not interrupt. He will comment on the article he’s reading, maybe, or laugh at something the reporters on television have said that he disagrees with. If he needs his arm back to find a file for whoever he’s on the phone with, or to respond to an email, he will put his other hand through Grantaire’s hair and ask the person on the other end of the line to hold on a second while his computer wakes up so that Grantaire can finish his line.

One night, while Grantiare is drawing on the inside of his forearm in permanent ink, the phone call Enjolras is partaking in gets particularly bad (the other party simply will not agree to something that Enjolras thinks should be a simple matter) and he yanks his arm away from Grantaire without warning him first. Thankfully Grantaire’s reflexes are good enough that he manages not to totally ruin his design, but he is left a little shaken up about it. When Enjolras is finally off the phone he goes back to Grantaire, who has curled up on the couch to watch TV, and puts his arm in Grantaire’s lap and all but begs him to finish, which Grantaire happily does.

A week or so later, as Enjolras is wrapping up an ABC meeting, Grantaire notices that his design is still there, and, jokingly, he asks Enjolras, “Have you not showered in the last week?”

“What?”

“It’s just Sharpie, it’s not like I tattooed you.”

Enjolras smiles and puts his arm out for Grantaire, “No, Feuilly did.”

And that’s the story of how Enjolras gets his first tattoo.

invisibleinnocence:just a bit of a warm up for the mASSIVE ART MARATHON I WILL BE PREFORMING

invisibleinnocence:

just a bit of a warm up for the mASSIVE ART MARATHON I WILL BE PREFORMING

mrs-ostrich:

Okay but imagine person A of your otp picking up sleepy person B and carrying them to bed and person B just snuggles their face into person A’s shoulder you know on second thought don’t imagine that

You know how Prouvaire learned Greek so that he could read Aeschylus?  I like to think his favourite Aeschylus(-attributed) play would be Prometheus Bound.

(apologies if this makes no sense, I haven’t slept much recently)

Prometheus is a wonderful character bc he’s a sort of saviour of the human race, or he would have been, and I think that Jehan would be fond of Prometheus.  

Prometheus is so brave and so intense and dark and much loved by the Romantics (for good reason!).  and also, it’s a very interestingly…framed, I guess you’d say?…play.  like the way it’s written is so cool, it’s all at one rock and people visit Prometheus and just I think he’d appreciate the poetry and intensity and near-modernity of it all…

Prometheus Bound

such an incredible play please read the thing

eirenical:

I want more Jewish Amis headcanons.  I want more Jewish headcanons, PERIOD.  I don’t want token throwaway lines.  I want stories where the characters’ Jewishness is an actual part of their character, be it by religion or by culture.  Specifically?  I want Jewish!Feuilly and Jewish!Jehan headcanons. 

…of course, the minute I decided that I wanted these headcanons, I had this really intense mental image of Feuilly, after Jehan had been shot at the barricade, slinking off to some dark corner of the Corinthe and rocking back and forth, quietly sobbing and choking on the words of the Mourner’s Kaddish, knowing that no minyan will sit shiva for Jehan and that probably no one will even say the kaddish for HIM when he dies and this is the best he can do for either of them and it isn’t enough.

And someone finds him and tries to comfort him.  Maybe it’s Combeferre, because he’s better read than the others and he would suspect something.  Maybe it’s Enjolras who doesn’t want to let any of his friends out of his sight now that they’ve lost two of their number, who wants to help but doesn’t know how.  Maybe it’s Courfeyrac who senses that his friend is in pain, that there’s more to it than there is for any of the others, but doesn’t understand why.  Whoever it is, they do their best to offer comfort, but the effort falls flat.  They just can’t understand.

It had only been a few short decades since the emancipation of Jews began in France, and it was only just one short year ago that Judaism was recognized as a religion on par with Christianity, and even so recognized, there were still a load of legal and acceptable discriminations in place.  In fact, I’m sure that, as much as they love and trust their friends, neither Jehan nor Feuilly every even hinted to them that they were Jewish.  I’m sure that whoever found Feuilly in that dark corner of the Corinthe didn’t recognize the Kaddish for what it is, especially with how Feuilly was mumbling through it.  And maybe, even now, Feuilly can’t betray that confidence.  Maybe he can’t say the words, even though he knows it won’t matter, that Death will be the great equalizer for them all, no matter what he says here and now.  Even so… he can’t tell them.  He just can’t.  And he dies with that secret untold.

But do you know who figures it out?

Marius.

Marius who learned German in two months.  Marius who recognized some of the words Feuilly was muttering around the Kaddish as Yiddish.  Marius who knows what it’s like to suffer for your convictions.  And maybe in later years, in secret, Marius finds a rabbi and learns the words and says the Kaddish for his friends and hopes that somehow that will be enough to bring them peace.

…I WARNED YOU THESE WERE NOT HAPPY FEELS, YES?

(Originally posted here with follow-up here.)

darthfar:lesmis69minprompts Day 43: Draw a character taking a selfie.Sticking to canon-era instea

darthfar:

lesmis69minprompts Day 43: Draw a character taking a selfie.

Sticking to canon-era instead of AU because the thought of Jehan taking self-portraits a little too far amuses the hell out of me. ;)

gayladypilots:

@daisyprouvaire wanted Jehan for the 3 sentence fic meme, so~

They’ve always understood that words are weapons, used to cut and tear and wreck, to destroy an argument or a person- sometimes simultaneously.

Jehan has seen too many people brought low like that, friends and strangers and everyone in between, thinks maybe no one in the world has been left untouched by them.

They prefer to use words as a balm, to encourage and uplift and inspire, thinks that if even one person leaves their presence with a smile or a laugh or even just a little lightness in their chest , that all the words in the world couldn’t bring Jehan down ever again.

pilferingapples:patronminette:jean prouvaire as the knight of cups! i guess this is the most hea

pilferingapples:

patronminette:

jean prouvaire as the knight of cups! i guess this is the most headcanon-dependant designation so far but in my opinion prouvaire fits this card pretty much perfectly!

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I love the colors in this! That vibrant couch, and the hints of green in with all the red throughout,and somehow it still feels very comfortable and not overwhelming? 
(also aaah how do you draw feet so well, it looks great!)