He’s willing to hug anyone who’s neat.
Here’s some sketch of some of Les Amis. I’m new to the fandom and here’s my first contribution !
Joly’s my fav if you can’t tell by all those little hearts
Your Joly is adorable! What a cutie. I love the eyes!
All these designs have really distinctive eyes and clear designs overall! I’d love to see more of them.
Les Mis Modern Aesthetic, Joly
He was the gayest of them all. All these young, maniacal, puny, merry incoherences lived in harmony together, and the result was an eccentric and agreeable being whom his comrades, who were prodigal of winged consonants, called Jolllly. “You may fly away on the four L’s,” Jean Prouvaire said to him.
Les Miserables, Victor Hugo, 3.4.1
Face Claim: Aldis Hodge
First of all, thank you. Those tags totally made my night. XD (…yes, I stalk my reblogs. Sorry. -.-;;;)
Second of all, I will GLADLY babble at you about this particular headcanon, if you like. JUST SAY THE WORD. Because it is a fully-formed headcanon with a trilogy of fic attached to it and it is very, VERY near and dear to my heart and I will happily grab any excuse to babble about it. ^_______^
**throws kittenfluff into the void**
Grantaire: Excuse me, Enjolras. Who made you the boss of the group?
Joly: You did.
Courfeyrac: You said, “Enjolras should be boss.”
Joly: And then you said, “Let’s vote,” and it was unanimous.
Courfeyrac: You made him that little plaque that said “BOSS OF US.” You put on sparkles.
(I also had a prompt from @mayleavestars for JMBR coffee shop in space, so clearly I had to do space, coffee shop, and meeting the parents all at once!)
Joly looks up in alarm when Bossuet
skids into the shop during an afternoon lull, his momentum finally
stopped by the counter when he runs into it and promptly bangs his
personal communicator down on it. “I am ruining our weekend plans,”
“Did you forget an appointment
again?” Grantaire calls from the kitchen, where he’s making a batch
of his moon-famous muffins. “I keep telling you, we really need to
start a calendar for all of us so when we get Bahorel and Jehan to
cover for a day or two we can make the most of it.”
“I got a message from my parents,”
says Bossuet, eyes wide, and Joly freezes, because Bossuet adores his
parents, so it must be bad news. Musichetta, who has been ignoring
them with enviable serenity from where she’s planning out the week’s
menu, looks up, so it must be serious. “They bought tickets here
without telling me and they’re arriving this afternoon. On the next
shuttle. Mom sent the message from Earthport so I wouldn’t have time
to prepare myself.”
That is … not disastrous. But it is
definitely very nerve-wracking. Joly takes a deep breath and can
almost feel Musichetta and Grantaire taking one in tandem. He
recovers from his deep breath first. “Um, can I ask why?”
“She said something about bringing
the earth to the moon colony if the moon colony won’t come to earth,
but really it’s to meet you two. Well, three, I keep telling them you
aren’t technically our boyfriend, R, but you’re my roommate, so they