Asked by Anonymous
Hey Anon : ) usually when i have one piece of art only i split it up on some convinient little bit because if at some point i want to change sth on the post i can only do so if its a pictureset. Cant edit a single piece picture (as far as i know)
uwu i’m so bad at explaining
Guess i could also add just a white thin line of nothing but this feels better somehow
Vampire Enjolras and willing prey Grantaire. I watched Interview with the Vampire earlier this week and was thinking about Lestat and such…
Asked by Anonymous
e/R | fic writer!Enjolras and artist!Grantaire
Grantaire is definitely not stalking Enjolras.
He’s only forty pages through his tumblr, that doesn’t count as stalking. And if there’s a tab of posts tagged with ‘my life’, well, they’re tagged and public, right?
It’s weird discovering that a BNF is from Paris. There’s a bit of an assumption, on the internet, or at least the english-speaking parts of it, that everyone’s from America. It makes Grantaire wonder if he’s walked past him on the street, or sat next to him in a coffee shop as he wrote porn. Enjolras writes great porn.
Grantaire is kind of new to tumblr. He mostly uses it to post fanart of fics, except they keep getting reblogged and liked by people and the notifications completely clog up his page so he’d downloaded a thing that got rid of them.
Except, he’d noticed that Enjolras had posted a link to his tumblr at the bottom of his latest fic, and now… he’s followed him and is forty pages in. Enjolras posts fic recs and meta rambles and great headcanons. There’s the occasionally wanky posts that he’s been dragged into, some interesting but vague snippets about his life, and yesterday?
Yesterday, he’d reblogged one of Grantaire’s pieces and it had even been tagged with a satisfying amount of keysmash. Grantaire is getting a screencap of that framed on his wall. Enjolras thought his art was ‘afdslkajg;lagasdf!!’ Grantaire is going to die happy.
I am so thirsty for emotional and physical intimacy with someone
I want to nuzzle their neck and lay entwined on my bed and lazily kiss their lips and make them food and get to know every single curve and contour they have
I want to touch someone with my finger tips and make them feel loved
I’m so sorry friends! Will fix it as soon as i get some plot inspiration uwu
such a catchy song too :)
Now if only these two idiots got their act together.
Asked by tlenoodporna
exR | bikini wax AU
The homely-looking guy with unruly curls smiles down at him, and Enjolras tries to smile back. He suspects he fails. “Is it that obvious?”
The guy gives him a look of pity. “Ohhh yeah. Hi, I’m Grantaire, and I have the pleasure of covering your arse in hot wax today.”
Enjolras laughs shakily, and fidgets with the little towel they gave him that just about covers his pelvis. “Oh, well, as long as it’s a pleasure.”
Consulting his appointment sheet, Grantaire frowns. “I have you down for a Brazilian? For your first time?”
"Yeah," says Enjolras faintly. "I’ll get more money for it." Grantaire looks at him inquisitively. "I’m doing it for charity."
"Ahhh," says Grantaire. "Some people donate hair for wigs. You donate pubic hair. How charming."
Enjolras chokes on his laughter this time. He thinks he can probably get through this if Grantaire keeps this up. Grantaire is taking him through it all very slowly, stirring the wax and getting Enjolras to relax before asking him to remove the towel. He chats all the way through applying the wax, and then…
Well. There’s screaming involved, and not the usual kind Enjolras likes to do on a bed.
Grantaire is ruthless, and now Enjolras knows why he’d put several pieces of paper down in one go because he just rips them off in quick succession as Enjolras yells and very nearly knees Grantaire in the face.
Enjolras curls up into a ball on his side and kind of whimpers for a bit. When he comes back to himself, Grantaire has a warm wet towel to wipe away the wax, a glass of water, and a not-entirely-straight face. “I’m so glad you find this funny,” mutters Enjolras, letting Grantaire roll him back over and run the towel over him.
He feels kind of spaced out. It might be a combination of the adrenaline rush, the numbness around his pelvis and the soothing warm towel, but sooner than he’d thought possible, Enjolras says, “Okay, I’m ready for the next bit.”
He’s really, really not.
"Put my leg where?" Enjolras asks incredulously.