Easily Entertained by Shiny Objects: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4, I declare a fic war! -
What: Tumblr Fic War
Who: Anyone who reblogs this post.
When: Until everyone is actualfax dead, because this is WAR suckers!
Why: FEELINGS
What: Everyone who reblogs this post is opening their ask box up to the most brutal, feelings-inducing prompts anyone who is playing can imagine. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to take those prompts and DESTROY EVERYONE with them. Not just angsty stuff either, fluff can be just as bad, as many of you know!
Bring it on!
I can but try. *cracks knuckles* Anything askbox action I can’t finish tonight, I’ll dive into tomorrow. Shall we tag anything we do #Fic War to make it easier?
UPDATE: Tag preference is #Ficwar2013
(via kilihimwithyourawesome)
so the last one I posted was really sad, and in my RP R just got a kitten named Squeaks
so this happened
also for Sam because Wisdom Teeth suck
Squeaks was a happy, well behaved, menace.
this fic is 50 shades of sideways awful
but I’m not doing too well in my mind-place either, and I write to feel better.
so
R in a bad mindplace, that should be enough
if not: Alcoholism, Verbal Abuse, Drug Abuse, Self-harm and Suicidal thoughts are all discussed below the cut
Grantaire was full of self – destructive tendencies and volatile emotions. It was from years of emotional abuse at his father’s hand, while his mother just watched silently. There was nothing he could do; he was a child when he first was taught he was useless, and a teen when he was taught he was a fuck-up. Being an adult didn’t do much to chance the lessons, to bandage the scars and fix the cracks.
so today is the ERE shipping festival yes?
well today is also the day I happen to be moving out of the dorms
so since I have a second, I’ll link to my past ERE and I’ll try to get some new things out before midnight -crosses fingers-
Untitled Eponine and R bonding (from “Belong” Verse
And I’ll add this other untitled thing because it technically is
so tomorrow for the ere shipping festival I want to write THINGS
STUFF
so any requests for that? Because I’m so excited for this i don’t think you understand
Anonymous asked: you are actually one of my favourite grantaire writers, honest to god. i adore your writings so much

ohmygoddd ;;
no higher compliment can ever be bestowed upon me. Bless you. Nonny you made my day!
I seriously. I just. I love R so damn much. I see so much of him in myself and so much of me in him and I try really hard to do him justice. And he just comes so easily to me. and. Really, there is no higher compliment that you could give me than saying you like my R. I just
I want to hug you
and give you cookies. Or something else. and face smooches. Or just cookies or something. something. <333
So I have two requests here and 4 requests on my main blog, and I have them. I see them.
This week, however, is finals. Which means the past month has been final prep. The things I’ve posted I’ve had time and inspiration to write them, but I will get those prompts to you (and if your promp has mont it will take a little longer because hoo shit do I write a bad mont. And not as in bad boy but as in THE WRITING OF HIM JUST SUCKS because I suck so)
thank you, again, for following me through all of this. You’re all the best <3
because their friendship is legendary
also I’m really fucking proud of this one sooooo
connected to this one, if you’ve read it you’ll get how
The coffee shop on main was a haven for the artistic and strange. Obscure or local paintings hung on the walls, crooked in a way that was in itself artistic, each piece of furniture obviously coming from a different second-hand store or thrift shop and the front door was painted bright orange. Anyone who cared what they looked like avoided it like the plague, making it Grantaire’s favorite place to haunt when he didn’t want to go home.
I want Grantaire as a Dancer to be a thing
help me make it a thing
also: I know very little about the blocking of dancing, i don’t even know if they call it blocking, but that’s about the only place i fail in my knowledge of dancing
This was just not acceptable.
I blame Dee completely and totally because she’s a dirty enabler. And also part of this was blatantly ripped off something she wrote me I hope she doesn’t mind SOBBU
I love them
and I’ll write something more… in depth about how this scene went down when I can find the power to do so smut is so hard whine
also Anxiety/Panic discussed
The ironic thing was he wasn’t perfect.