xx ; madame deficit

semi-selective indie roleplay blog for marie antoinette. penned by sam. sideblog to mxnticello.

[spaacemusings]

                                             wherever you go                                                  i will follow

[saoirseronan]

“Let them eat cake.”

[tiny-librarian]

A Victorian-era engraving, showing Lafayette meeting with Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette before his departure for America.

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[philly-osopher]

this is fake because lafayette looks cool and disaffected and in control of the situation also why are his feet so small - @shapechangersinwinter

[whatagrump]

we’re missing the second engraving where he leans too hard on that table and it flips and he faceplants into marie antoinette’s lap.

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interdiit:

※  He simply wanted to return home with his wife, to care for his children and live the life as husband and father, the life that he never got to live, not fully, not before the war. But, no, he had to come to this pathetic ball, in full uniform, of course. It was nothing like the balls in America. Here, everyone was so stuck-up, to say the least. The French were incredibly different than the Americans, who were a much freer spirit, a freer people. Those balls were enjoyable; he found himself getting drunk with people with thousands of stories to share. Here, he was too afraid to even touch a glass of wine in fear of additional public embarrassment. Wincing at her words a bit, du Motier bowed his head. “They are no longer colonies, Your Majesty – they are states. But tell your husband I graciously thank him once again. We could not have won without his aid.” That was true – without the assistance of the French King, the Americans would’ve come to a slow demise, something that Gilbert had seen the fear of in Washington’s eyes time and time again. “We certainly appreciate it, even to this day.” We, as if he was an American himself. He may as well have been, with his radical ideals and his heart remaining in the country that he helped fight to create. We. Not they, not the Americans, but we.

— The Queen’s amusement grew with each word, each time Lafayette uttered the phrase ‘we’, as if he were separating himself from France entirely. He should know that he was a Frenchman through and through, and Marie ( and her husband ) expected full loyalty. Lafayette was a soldier before anything else, in her majesty’s eyes. ❝ Ah, I am sure they did. ❞ Here smile was thin-lipped, forced, as if she could hardly stand talking about the Americans. She looked down upon them and their violent revolution, hated that France had to help them, but if it sent a message to England, then so be it. Skillfully, Marie changed the subject. ❝ I have to say, I am a bit surprised at your attendance tonight. After the debacle at the last ball we both attended, I wasn’t sure if you were going to show your face again. ❞ The jab wasn’t meant to sting, and was truly supposed to be a bit of friendly teasing, but once more, Marie’s cruelness preceded her.

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@ambitionisfolly liked for a starter!

— ❝ I’ve heard stories of you, Monsieur Hamilton, stories of the revolution you fought in. I must say, they interested me from the beginning - do you have any to tell me? ❞

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soulrisen:

“   i agree.   ”   perhaps   gilbert   does   not   agree   as   whole   -   heartedly   as   he   sounds   to,   but   he   definitely   does   to   some   extent.   the   people   of   france   are   not   the   same   as   the   people   of   america;   they   don’t   require   the   same   government,   and   therefore   should   not   rebel   in   the   same   manner.   “   hopefully we can all reach some sort of agreement soon; i fear for the future of france if this proceeds any longer.   ”

— ❝ Yes. I curse the Americans and their revolution; it gave the people of France idiotic ideas that my husband is anything like the tyrant that is King George III. ❞ The distaste she held was palpable, hanging heavy in the air. Marie hated involving herself in politics, but when it threatened herself and her children, she couldn’t help but be strongly opinionated. ❝ We can trust you not to turn on us, can’t we, Lafayette? ❞

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— ❝ Do you like it? It’s chamomile. ❞ With a tight lipped smile, Marie raised the cup to her lips, taking a dainty sip of her tea.

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@soulrisen​ liked for a starter!

— ❝ This revolution is nothing more than the people of France being lead astray by a few ignorant people. It’s petty. ❞

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( lil starter call to kick things off! like/reply for a starter from marie! )

[sonofhistory]

What in revolution

[lochiels-deactivated20180429]

costume series: Marie’s ‘arrival in France’ dress from Marie Antoinette (2006)

[le-capharnaum]

The Temple of Love in the English Garden of the Marie Antoinette’s Estate. 

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txrncoat:

By his age, he should have been married. He never thought much about it, though. His dedication to keeping the king and queen safe kept him busy. Too busy to focus on things like marriage. “Marriage would keep me distracted, my queen. My life is dedicated to to you and your husband. I need to do what’s important, and my job is the most important thing to me.”

— ❝ I like the sound of that. ❞ Pleased with Dorrian’s words, ( and the nickname she’d been given, though it was less of a nickname and more of a title ) Marie’s lips pulled into a happy grin. To get attention like this from the general was something she’d wanted for ages, something she still craved. ❝ So I am your priority, then? Is that what you’re saying, General? ❞

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txrncoat:

“I think it would be highly inappropriate for me to have any sorts of feelings towards you, Your Majesty. I wouldn’t want to overstep my boundaries.” Despite his works, a blush was tinting his cheeks, body shifting slightly. “But I assure you that I’ll always be on your side. My life is dedicated to you.”

— ❝ Well, then I will feel them for you. ❞ Marie smiled at the soldier, stepping closer to him. She hardly spent any time with her husband - he was always off with his friends hunting, never wanting to give her the attention she deserved. It truly got quite lonely. ❝ You know, General Knox, I do not see a wedding ring on your finger... Surely a man such as yourself would be married already? ❞

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interdiit:

※  “Your Majesty,” Gilbert greeted in return, trying to hide his distrust of the woman. He hadn’t trusted her since the incident so long ago, so many years had passed, and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to drop it. And he hated the way she addressed him. General Lafayette. He wasn’t General Lafayette, not in his mind. Major-General du Motier. Here, though, Lafayette was a legal part of his title, not a nickname, not something he’d been gifted by his friends. “I am honored to be here.” Lie. “Thank you for inviting me.” I would rather be anywhere else. “America was lovely, thank you for asking. Well, as lovely as a place can be while covered in war and bloodshed. I still thank you and your husband graciously for all of the help you provided in the new United States.” I would much rather be there than here.

— The ball hadn’t been put together to celebrate Lafayette’s return - no, the Queen hardly viewed him as that important, but it was quite the added bonus to have the man back in France. She’d never agreed with the Americans and their revolution, though she figured had she been under the reign of King George III, of England in general, she would want to revolt, as well. ❝ And we thank you for your service in the colonies. My husband truly does appreciate it; he could not stop talking about how impressed he’d been with you. ❞ It was a lie. The King had sent the funds to America and had all but forgotten about the revolution soon after, focused solely on hunting. On being half the king his grandfather was.

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wovenlegends:

Fate leaned conspiratorially close the other as she was enforced that their darling general was not within reach. That one came as no shock to her, and if he was back in France, after all the time separated from his wife, the weaver was certain she would be in no mood to share him again. A smirk came across her lips at the suggestion of her new friend. Now, Mr. Thomas Jefferson was a name she had heard of, and she had been plucking at his weft for a while now, trying to decide what to do with him. “Oh, him? I do think I can make out well with that. Quite the winning creature, isn’t he?” 

— ❝ Quite. ❞ Marie’s eyes landed upon her husband, the man mingling with a few of his friends. She would never admit it, but her nerves flared up with thoughts of what would happen tonight; Louis was expected to deflower her, to impregnate her tonight. As much talk as she made, she truly hadn’t a clue how to please a man in that way. Lips pursing, she shook off all thoughts and instead focused on her dear friend. ❝ Rumor has it he’s lost his wife recently. Some sort of ailment. You might want to take things slow with that one. ❞