did anyone else have trouble waterbending last night?
Don’t worry! Here’s a list of all the total lunar eclipses coming in the next 20 years!
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- May 26, 2021
- May 16, 2022
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AGH people have been being really nice lately and I CAN’T HUG EVERYONE BUT I WANT TO but I CAN draw wildly OOC* fluff SO THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING.
*I mean, assuming someone gave him dolls of his friends, he PROBABLY wouldn’t actually cuddle them. Usually. Not often, anyway. Only when he was REALLY giddied up on Liberty. Probably.
I DON’T EVEN KNOW ANYMORE.
(I also don’t know who made the dolls.)
ahhh THIS IS TOO CUTE
and it actually looks and feels cuddly? like the colours and the lines are so soft and gentle I love it ;3; (would an enjolras doll also have glowy hair? and that doll maker really had an eye for details, wow! combeferre’s glasses and feuilly’s cap and jehan’s feather oh my gosh it’s too adorable I want them all ;3;)
it was described as “putting the thing that kills you between your teeth but not letting it kill you” or something like thatyeah it was something like conquering death or whatever. doesn’t make much sense to me but thanks anyway :)
That is a very amazing attempt at drawing feet, I bow down to you. Also that mustache is glorious.
thanks, i wanted to draw something from life but the only things around me were dressing room doors and mirrors, but i could see my mom’s feet under the door so i tried to draw them. also, i’ve been thinking about putting facial hair on bahorel for a while but i didn’t think he’d be the kind of guy to have a beard and i’m bad at mustaches so i went for the absurd rather than the rational :) (unless you were talking about joly’s, in which case i chose that because he reminds me of groucho marx that way).
when ur entire class didnt do the homework
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yeah but what is it a metaphor for
i never got that when i read the book
Courfeyrac grew up in a nondescript household with a mother and father that existed as quietly as they could, went to work, got groceries, and never did anything out of the ordinary. Or so it would have appeared to any one of their neighbors. Courfeyrac grew up learning her lessons differently than most children. Her mother would reminder her, on nights when Courfeyrac wanted to play football with the other kids on the street, of the stories of their ancestors, other fire witches that had been found out as one of the worlds most dangerous magical creatures. They had a long history of death and destruction, from the Great Fire in London in 1666 to the 1911 Triangle Shirtwaist factory fire in New York. The fire came with passion. It would consume her hands and sometimes her hair, burning anything it came in contact with other than her own skin. Courfeyrac would have to learn to control her emotions, an almost impossible trait for an idealist young adult excluded from almost all of society. The trapped feeling would lead her to find the Underground, to deal in the black market despite what her parents told her, trying to find some way to stop the fire that would cover her. It would take until meeting Enjolras and Combeferre for Courfeyrac to feel safe. Fire witches, like gorgons are not even welcome in magical circles. They are too dangerous, accidents happen so Courfeyrac feels alienated from everyone. Her greatest treasure are the large gloves Combeferre enchanted to contain the fire. They were not sure they would work at first but a few mishaps and arguments later Courfeyrac owned a pair of gloves that would let her be herself in the world. They give her freedom.
Combeferre | In some of the stranger places of the internet and in the older books there are mentions of great wizards that existed, back in a time where magic was pure and practiced without fear. These masters of their craft have long since died out and all of their works have been systematically wiped from history. Nothing remains of this powerful knowledge and even fewer possess the natural talent needed to perform magic. Combeferre had gone to school to become a doctor and was well on zirs way down a path of mediocre scientific cures to diseases when zie fell into the wrong group of people. It was whispers in back rooms and long nights pouring over coded scraps of paper that converted zir. Could magic help people not just hurt them? Combeferre would turn from student to a college dropout with an addiction to anything zie could find about magic. Years later, Combeferre is merely a whisper on obscure forums on the internet and hunted by most governments of the world. Zie knows more about magic than anyone living and is as closer to a wizard than the world has seen in a long time. The mage carries a smartphone that is half technology and half zirs spell book. Runes on that back speak to an ancient time and are something zie is only just beginning to understand. Zie is a quiet presence in the Underground, doing all zie can to help people and experimenting with magic to protect those zie loves.
Enjolras’ family has spent decades covering a dark secret. There is elf blood in the family line and in order to keep their social status as while as their lives, the Enjolras family has spent generations dealing with the black market and doing all within their power to keep the dirty blood a secret. Enjolras himself got luck. His only elven traits are his graceful height, clear skin, and eyes that are an unnatural and stunning gold. The governments constant persecution of magic has never sat well with the young man so when the time came to go to university Enjolras fled. He found himself in the slums of Paris, the part of the city where old iron rails met graffitied walls and people worked three jobs just to pay rent and pay the black market for charms. To say Enjolras found an underground group of magical support would almost be too literal as he stumbled one night down a twisting alley and down further into a hidden club where the air was alive and crackling with a tension Enjolras had only had a taste of in dreams. It was closest thing to a fairy court the modern era would ever see and it captivated the half blood and it would not be long until he had gathered his own following. The old seerers notice it first. Something is coming. Then those that read the stars begin to pick up on it because the Underground is changing, something is shifting and there is a battle on the horizon. No one can predict the outcome but there is a revolution on the rise.
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