"Without Passion, A Man Cannot Fight."

Two Revolutions have taught me there are dangers on both sides. Though, as long as you do not endanger Liberty, I shall call you friend. If your intent is the opposite, than I shall merely say, your day will not end pleasantly, oui? ⚜{Selective indie Lafayette rp blog}⚜ {{Guidelines | Timelines}}

[generalwashington711]

Alright so, I’ve hit 300+ followers (something I honestly thought impossible as I haven’t been here long nor have I done much) & decided to mention a few names of those who have roleplayed with me or chatted with me OOC.

Note that not everyone will be mentioned, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to roleplay/talk OOC with you. I absolutely want to. And if I ever do another one of these, you’ll be on it if we come to know each other. 

Command Staff: these individuals are the ones who’ve roleplayed with me the most &/or chatted OOC with me. Ones who have stuck it out with me when I haven’t replied in a few days or accidentally missed a reply. Their patience & kindness is beyond that of which I deserve. I hope to have many more threads & discussions with them! They are all fantastic & deserve a place with Washington’s Command Staff. 

benjamin-tallmadge-721 thecabbagespy  dxdger forliiberty fortriiumph crucibleoftreachery nativesque lt-theodoregroves deux-revolutions murroyilodel

Aide-de-Camps: a unit is never complete without the aides! These are ones who I have held a few threads with or talked with a little bit OOC. I hope to have more threads with all of them! These are the greatly needed & loved aide-de-camps.

laf77 undauntedloyalty cxrmxc pomeranian-king major-andre revolutionary-bliss  hms-surprise incorruptiible jalopiisms sonsofmahal cutlerxbeckett natixnalguard deartotheheart tomsawyr

Soliders: an army is nothing without the soldiers thus why this is the title for the admired group. These are the ones who I admire greatly but haven’t held any threads with or talked with. But these people are amazing & should be recognised! 

thepromiseofredemption jacksgem aprofoundduplicity lafemmelafayette libxrtatis forpiiracy lordiism turncoated heffron-babe publius-esquire ladyisabeauigraine lafayettte abiitmanes xathosx ms1776

If I haven’t mentioned you in this post, I am sincerely sorry! I didn’t want to make this post severely long & don’t know you. But let’s remedy that, please?! I would love to roleplay or merely chat with you all! My askbox is always open for both of those options. 

[ofbastxrdsarchived-blog]

              m a s t e r l i s t    found     here

RULES:   be active ( two months without activity and you will be removed ), simply reblog this and I’ll add you in due time. all historial era roleplayers welcome, any oc’s and any historical fandoms welcome.

[deux-revolutions]

|⊰⚜⊱| Letting the other man collect his thoughts, Lafayette observed the camp. Having not seen such suffering in his life; the bitter cold combined with the shortage of supplies felt the encampment in a state of misery he had never expected. Men without proper clothing and boots, left to brave these elements and many were becoming ill or dying because of it. If only his countrymen would hurry with the promised uniforms. Then such things could be done away with.

❝Oui– Excuse me, I mean, yes. I was wounded then.❞

The young Marquis felt his cheeks heat up at his mistake, his accent was bad enough with it being so thick but not many Americans here spoke French, aide from Hamilton and Laurens thus far. But it was rude to speak when the other could not understand.

[benjamin-tallmadge-721]

Now, this was the second time the Major met a General who had been wounded in the battle, with the first being Benedict Arnold. He decided to sit down as he looked around at the camp. “I never have seen a winter this harsh before.” He knew that this would be a long and cold winter. “Do you know what the deal is with France as allies yet? If I can remember right, General Washington said that they were to wait for a huge victory like we had up at Saratoga.”

[deux-revolutions]

|⊰⚜⊱| The Marquis' pale gaze roamed over the camp once more at hearing the Major's words, his eye openly displaying their concern and sadness at the conditions. Giving way to a shallow sigh, softly sounding and only visibly because of the tiny cloud of fog that shown when his warm breath met frigid air.

Looking back to the only slightly older officer, Lafayette nodded in agreement to his statement about the Winter here. France held cold winters, but none as severe as here in America. Her shores bringing a new viewpoint to hardships brought from weather.

❝Yes. America brings quite cold with its winter... As for the decisions of my countryman and King, I am afraid I hold no news on their thoughts as of now. I am expecting response to the letters I have sent off, but they have yet to come.❞

The explanation was short and mild, the General had asked him to keep a majority of the facts to himself until they knew of King Louis' standing. The Marquis may have a direct ear to the King of France but he had disobeyed his orders to travel to America since he was not yet twenty-five year of age, and that was not without consequence. Though the letters he had received held promise, there was not a definite yet.

❝Might I sit with you?❞

[ladyisabeauigraine]

Isabeau waited until Grayson was out of sight before collapsing against the nearby wall in a fit of quiet giggles.  Their conversations had been ending like this more and more lately.  Ever since the young knight began realizing her growing feelings toward her mentor, she felt an increasing sense of awkwardness around him.  She wouldn’t dare let him or anyone else for that matter learn of her true feelings.  She was a Knight of The Order, she was above such frivolous emotions. 

[deux-revolutions]

|⊰⚜⊱| Watching the two from afar, not that he had been spying but more that he happened upon their conversation and instead of interrupting -he originally wanted to have a word with Sir Galahad- he waited. But before he could pursue the older Knight, he noticed Lady Igraine’s reaction of falling in a giggling fit. Very unknightly like and very much like some of the lovestruck women he had the pleasure of meeting. Seeing this caused him to pause, observing from behind one of the Halls giant pillar. Now truly ‘spying’, in the loosest of meanings, on Isi.

Being a man of passions, in several senses of the word, the Marquis had noticed an underling emotion between the older jaded Knight and his apprentice when he had first met their acquaintance. And more time spent in their company only confirmed his suspicions; they were in love!

The only downside, they both were absolutely clueless to the others feelings for them and they even seemed to be oblivious to there own feelings! It wasn’t something like them not pursuing each other for love because of their Vows, non. They were truly ignorant to their feelings! This frustrated the Frenchman more than if it was the formerly stated confliction with duty or denying of their attraction. For, despite all of his helpful tactics to force them together alone or into admitting something, had ended with an odd stare and no results.

Apparently discretion and subtly was too quiet. Apparently the two required -a metaphorical- 'slap in the face’ in order to 'awaken’ their sights and to see how they cared for one another.

And Lafayette was the one charged with such a task, as he seemed to be the only one to notice their underling relationship.

Stepping out from his hidden spot, the Marquis made his way towards the female Knight. Appearing as he usually did, smiling friendly -it holding a knowing smirk at its corners- and expression light.

❝Might I ask what has mademoiselle laughing as such?❞

[kcdavra-deactivated20160825]

 ;psa: never, never make fun out of another person’s writing, especially not when english isn’t their first language. criticism is something different than being plain rude, keep that in mind ! most people are thankful for help in improving their language skills, but if it is in no way constructive, just keep it to yourself. 

[forliiberty-deactivated20160422]

             they speak of liberty and justice, but for whom?

                         ( independent ratonhnhaké:ton, of assassin’s creed iii  )                                               énska. || tékeni. || áhsen. || kaié:ri.

[theordergifs-blog]

Fun fact: If you look at where Seb is after the crash during photo mode, before moving ahead, you’ll discover that he is still alive.

His eyes close as soon as you step into the area near him.

What an asshole.

[chivalrousxhybrid-deactivated20]

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

[deux-revolutions]

|⊰⚜⊱| ❝Major Benjamin Tallmadge.❞

Lafayette repeated the name, to ensure he could pronounce it correctly and he wouldn’t forget it, his smile grew at having the man’s name, he had heard many things about this young man and now he had a face to place to said name. Though his smile faltered at hearing the other man say he did not know him, not that Major Tallmadge should know him since this was their first formal introduction.

❝Oh! Forgive me. I am Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert de Motier, Marquis de Lafayette, but Gilbert or Lafayette suffices as my full name is quite a ‘mouth-full’, as I have been told by many.❞

[benjamin-tallmadge-721]

‘This must be the man that Washington told me about…’ the young Major thought to himself. He did always remember overhearing officers months ago of a Frenchman who had been wounded at Brandywine. Maybe this was the man. He stood quiet for a bit, to make sure he had this man’s name remember. Hopefully he could say it. “If I may ask, sir, were you the one who had been wounded at Brandywine?”

[deux-revolutions]

|⊰⚜⊱|Letting the other man collect his thoughts, Lafayette observed the camp. Having not seen such suffering in his life; the bitter cold combined with the shortage of supplies felt the encampment in a state of misery he had never expected. Men without proper clothing and boots, left to brave these elements and many were becoming ill or dying because of it. If only his countrymen would hurry with the promised uniforms. Then such things could be done away with.

❝Oui-- Excuse me, I mean, yes. I was wounded then.❞

The young Marquis felt his cheeks heat up at his mistake, his accent was bad enough with it being so thick but not many Americans here spoke French, aide from Hamilton and Laurens thus far. But it was rude to speak when the other could not understand.

[deux-revolutions]

Rocky Road:

( meme )

Rocky Road: a difficulty or struggle headcanon.

-It was very difficult for him to live with, and past, the death of his children. Not only the ones he outlived because of the Black water, but little Henrietta who died whilst he was away fighting in America during the Revolution. Her especially because she was so young and he had held so many hopes of meeting her and telling her about his time in America, telling her of liberty and all its concepts. Hoping to instill his passion for it in her. Of course, these hopes passed onto his other children, but his first daughter did not get to share in it. And he had to remain strong as a General in America's army, plus there was important negotiations going on at the time. Thud the only time Lafayette was allowed to grieve was in private. No one knowing of his pain until after.

[deux-revolutions]

lemon angel food, lemon-lime sorbet

( meme )

Lemon Angel Food: a virtue headcanon.

-It is obvious that Lafayette is a massive flirt, but he will never cross the line of touching a woman (or man)  who genuinely does not want to be pursued. He is a gentleman after all, and he believes every woman is beautiful (as one may see in the game when he waves to the prostitutes on the balcony and calls them "beautiful ladies.") and that they should be treated as so. Though, as long as the line is not crossed, he does not mind flirting or bantering with a multitude of innuendos with others.

Lemon-Lime Sorbet: a sexual/NC-17 headcanon (alt: a secret(s) h/c).

-While women is a main pursuit for Lafayette, he is not unwelcome to men. Uh, he has trouble at times controlling his desires when parted from his love for a long time such as when on long missions, though as stated above he remains true to his virtues, still it will difficult to stop him from touching them in anyway he can. He is very affectionate in all avenues of romance, though expect eagerness after being away from him for a long time. (Mun is asexual this is all I have the imagination for. & Sir Percival verse, he is chaste because he is a Knight.) 

[deux-revolutions]

headcanon meme: ice cream flavors edition.

Almond Chocolate Coconut: a touch headcanon.

Bacon Ice Cream: a "what were you even thinking" headcanon.

Black Raspberry Cheesecake: a sexuality and/or romanticism headcanon (romantic orientation, sexual orientation, etc).

Cactus Fruit Sorbet: a "this shouldn't work but it does" headcanon.

Cherry Garcia: a role model/inspiration headcanon.

Chubby Hubby: a body image/self esteem headcanon.

Chunky Monkey: a names, addresses, nicknames, etc. headcanon.

Cookies and Cream: a family headcanon.

Cotton Candy Explosion: a childhood/child(ren) headcanon.

Death By Chocolate: an indulgence/guilty pleasure headcanon.

Devil's Food Chocolate: a vice headcanon.

Dulce de Leche: a happy/sweet romantic or queerplatonic headcanon.

Elderberry: a hurt/comfort headcanon.

Entangled Mints: a friendship headcanon.

Espresso 'n Cream: a coffee/tea/coffee-shop (AU)/caffeine headcanon.

Fudge Behaving Badly: a misbehaving/getting into trouble headcanon.

Ginger Crème Brûlée: a gender headcanon (gender identity, gender presentation, butch/femme, gender feels, etc).

Half Baked: a bad idea/poor planning headcanon.

Heartbreak Healer: a sad/angsty romantic or queerplatonic headcanon.

Jasmine Peach Tea: a self-care/self-love headcanon.

Kahlua Almond Fudge: a language/words headcanon.

Kiwi Midori: a creative arts headcanon.

Lemon Angel Food: a virtue headcanon.

Lemon-Lime Sorbet: a sexual/NC-17 headcanon (alt: a secret(s) h/c).

Magic Mint Cookie: a magic/supernatural headcanon (alt: a taste h/c).

Masque of the Raspberry Sorbet: a fear/horror headcanon (alt: a costume(s)/facade(s) headcanon).

Neapolitan: an intimacy/vulnerability (or lack thereof) headcanon.

Orange Pineapple Whip: a kinky headcanon (alt: an eccentricity h/c).

Oreo Cheesecake: a physical health/disability headcanon.

Peanut Butter Plum Cherry: a soulmate/soulmate AU headcanon (alt: an unconditional love headcanon)

Phish Food: a music headcanon.

Purple Daze: a stoner/drugs headcanon.

Rainbow Cream: a nature headcanon.

Road Trip: a travel or escapism headcanon.

Rocky Road: a difficulty or struggle headcanon.

SNAFU (Strawberries Naturally All Fudged Up): a mistake(s) headcanon.

Strawberry Rhubarb Crunch: a mental health/neurodivergent headcanon.

Tennessee Mud: an alcohol, drunkenness, intoxication headcanon.

Tuxedo Strawberry: a well-dressed headcanon (any headcanon about clothes).

Vanilla Fudge Ripple: a strength headcanon.

White Raspberry Truffle: a weakness headcanon.

Wildberry Chocolate Chunk: a social life headcanon.

[abstergohelix-deactivated201605]

»Our designation is HELIX

»If you are referring to the AI that are connected to the HELIX, please state your preferred gender for conversing

[deux-revolutions]

|⊰⚜⊱|Helix, that was a unique name. He had never heard the likes of it before, but, as he repeated it quietly to himself, it sounded odd on his tongue. His accent most likely was the trouble. He would have to work on saying it to become good at it, just in case they met again after this.

The next series of words again brought confusion with them. An AI? And asking after what gender he preferred to converse with? The purpose of that question was lost on the Frenchman for, he certainly enjoyed talking with his fellow man, the company of a woman was always pleasant.

❝A pleasure. As for gender, female?❞

[painted-bees]

Character solidifying!

[deux-revolutions]

Specify a character and leave a number in my ask, if you’re feeling so kind!

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

7. What was the economic status of their family?

8. How does your character feel about religion?

9. What about political beliefs?

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate?

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? 

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic?

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible?

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

[stupidteenwhore-deactivated2015]

My characterization is MINE and MINE alone. This is who I see my character as being. I created these headcanons and I saw different things in my muse than other people who play the same muse so please —

       DON’T COMPARE ONE MUSE TO ANOTHER.

[deux-revolutions]

||≺ benjamin-tallmadge-721 ≻

|⊰⚜⊱|Flurries of white floated around and downwards towards the already thickly snow-coated ground, more falling in an endless dancing pattern. They fell so effortlessly and elegantly that is was almost beautiful, if I the temperature handy dropped below the freezing point even before the sun had finished setting.

Despite his servants pleas, the young General refused to come in to merely sit by a warm fire and drink something hot, not while the men were left to face such elements with far lesser means. He would not fall ill, he was certain of it. All the rest he had at the hospital after his wound at Brandywine had to account for more than helping his leg heal. Beside the men needed to see that he was strong, and remained so after an injury, and sitting inside all comfortably warm was not the way to do it.

Thus pulling his wool cape tighter around his lithe frame, the Frenchman continued through the camp. Boots crunching the freezing snow underfoot, the faint limp his previously wounded leg held gave the sound more of an accent, though it wasn’t hindering his stride nor speed of it. His hat’s duvets squiring a collection of the white powder, as were his shoulders, it’s wetness beginning to seep into the thick fabric to prick at the thinness of his uniform that lay underneath.

Pausing to remove his hat and brush off the accumulating snow with a gloved hand, Lafayette noticed another officer, a Major, standing alone off to the side of the camp. Lafayette attempted to remember the names of every soldier he came in contact with, but he could not recalled this one’s name. Had he yet to meet him? The face was familiar, but no name came to mind… Ah! Yes, he was apart of Washington’s intelligence department, the General had briefly explained the many different departments and their purpose in order for him to become more familiar with American military methods. However the younger General had never met the man in person.

The man didn’t appear to be occupied with a matter thus the marquis proceeded over towards the Major. Offering a formal salute and a polite smile to display he wasn’t on formal business in seeking the other out, a social call at most.

❝You are the General’s intelligence officer, yes? Forgive me, but your name escapes me. Major…?❞

[benjamin-tallmadge-721]

The Major had never been as cold as he was now. He wrapped himself in a blanket that he was given as he stood watching a couple of soldiers digging up a grave for an officer who had died a few days ago. He was indeed worried. Losing men like that was harsh. It wasn’t good, for them. There, he heard a man approving him. Of course, knowing that this man was one of the Generals in the army, the Major returned his salute. “Tallmadge. Benjamin Tallmadge.” He paused so he could study the officer’s face. It was weird. He did not know his name. “I apologies, but I can not remember your name. Or, I.don’t know who you are.”

[deux-revolutions]

|⊰⚜⊱| ❝Major Benjamin Tallmadge.❞

Lafayette repeated the name, to ensure he could pronounce it correctly and he wouldn’t forget it, his smile grew at having the man’s name, he had heard many things about this young man and now he had a face to place to said name. Though his smile faltered at hearing the other man say he did not know him, not that Major Tallmadge should know him since this was their first formal introduction.

❝Oh! Forgive me. I am Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert de Motier, Marquis de Lafayette, but Gilbert or Lafayette suffices as my full name is quite a ‘mouth-full’, as I have been told by many.❞

[deux-revolutions]

|| ≺ xathosx ≻

|⊰⚜⊱| A few hours spent outside the elaborate halls of the palace was indeed in order. For it was a fine day. The cool autumn air was pleasant, the shallow sun warming it just enough to allow one to walk without chill or even need of an extra covering. Leaves of red, orange and yellowing hues were blown from the treetops to gently coast along the breeze and litter the ground with their accumulative presence. Creating a quiet ‘crunch’ sound underfoot when one strolled amongst them.

It was more than beautiful.

Not like the atmosphere within the palace, while it was an extravagant work of architecture, it lacked any real interest to the young Marquis. And usually held the promise of mandatory parties or conferences with other officials of status or politicians. Nothing of which interested Lafayette, knowing of their importance and completing the tasks he did, but now he needed to step away.

And so he found himself walking the streets, truly enjoying himself. Though distracted as he was, he did not notice the young man standing on the street near him. Even turning at the last moment could not save them from colliding with one another.

❝Oh! My sincerest apologies, Monsieur! Forgive me, I was not watching where I was going. Are you alright?❞

Lafayette apologised, tone remorseful, as he laid a hand upon the other’s shoulder to ensure he, as well as himself, remained steady.

❝Perhaps I could purchase you a drink, in a more formal apology?❞