the hero of two worlds

"give it up for america's favorite fighting frenchman!" L A F A Y E T T E

[bennyboy-tallmadge]

Whom can we trust now?

[allabouthistory76]

[deartotheheart]

Lafayette’s waistcoat from Lafayette College’s Special Collections

[viviena]

No one has more resilience Or matches my practical tactical brilliance—

These days I’m an utter Hamilton trash. I’ve watched the bootleg, listened the album countless times and after that got into amrev fandom and this happened. Who knew how many smuty fics about founding fathers are there. Spoiler alert: A LOT.      

[kelebraen]

I’m in love with this art! I mean….wow…so damn cool

[a-naval-heroine]

( @prxctical-tactical-brilliance @ask-lafayette have you two cinnamon rolls seen this?? 💙 )

[a-naval-heroine]

( Gilbert and Remy | Roses : a YouTube playlist )

( Dario Marianelli and Jean-Yves Thibaudet : “A Postcard to Henry Purcell” / Tonic : “Waltz With Me” / Ólafur Arnalds : “Raein” / Simple Minds : “Don’t You (Forget About Me)” / Les Rita Mitsouko : “Marcia Baila” / Simple Minds : “Alive and Kicking” / Polaris : “She Is Staggering” / Blessid Union of Souls : “Let Me Be the One” )

( for @prxctical-tactical-brilliance )

[prxctical-tactical-brilliance]

things to do- 2/26

finish drafts for lafayette blog [one left]

queue posts for lafayette blog.

old drafts for archie blog [around 5 left]

new drafts [around 10 left]

memes for archie blog [two left] 

update tag lists

[prxctical-tactical-brilliance]

( Riley is a *cough*bad*cough* influence on Remy right now but with love from@a-naval-heroine : 📎+Steampunk maybe? )

mechanical hearts- “📎 + Steampunk”

paperclip au for @a-naval-heroine​

industrial smog made his skin stick out in a pale, almost sickly, fashion, baby blues bright as he searched the small tavern. an apology fell from his lips quickly as he bumped into a chair, scooting further into himself as he searched for his familiar friend. 

it was often hard for him to traverse small spaces, due to his height and the two guns that lay crossed at his hips. they often got caught on jutting objects, much to the disdain of their owner. leather-bound boots clicking on the floor as he shuffled along, he nearly cried out as he saw her. 

“remy, remy!” he called, his slow gait turning into a slight jog as he came to the table, slipping into the seat across from her. slipping the scarf from his lips and sighing out a worried breath, he beamed as he looked at her. 

“you are definitely right- it would be terribly crowded today. mon dieu, I thought I would never make it through the crowd!” 

[prxctical-tactical-brilliance]

( from @a-naval-heroine )

bien sûr, ma chère. -gilbert

[rpmemesyo]

Send 📎 and an AU you'd like to see my muse in, and I'll say if I'd do it!

[prxctical-tactical-brilliance]

[ooc: a n d I will write a little starter with our muses ! ]

[oceansaiiling]

so,   since it’s my birthday next week    &    i hate the day with a burning passion i’ve decided to host a little giveaway to make the day slightly more bearable for me.       after all,       it’s you guys that make all of my days quite wonderous    &    special,      so i’m hellbent on giving back to you on the one day i’m going to be hurt     !      i could talk for hours about how much you all mean to me,      but i shall spare you the sentiment    &    get this show on the road.  out of the likes  &  reblogs on this post i’ll let a random number generator pick one winner who’ll receive the following      ;       the    hornblower dvd boxset   &   the master and commander far side of the world dvd.   if you already own these you can either choose to give them to someone else  /   someone who you think would enjoy them     or      a few novels from either the hornblower novels or the aubrey/maturin novels to the equivalent of the same amount of money      (     i’ll either order through dutch sites, let them be delivered to my house before sending them on their way to your place so this will take some weeks  !!   or i’ll snoop sites locally to you and get them delivered directly to wherever you want them to be.    this is absolutely related to wherever the winner lives.    )       and   twenty   people      (     if this post gets that many notes that is    )      will receive  50  icons of a fc of their choice,      either edited or base        /       whatever you want     !!        the rules to this are simple,     likes  &  reblogs count,      don’t use a thousand sideblogs to participate because that’s a kinda shitty thing to do,    you must be following me  &  this ends on the 7th of february at midnight because then it’ll officially be my date of birth so there’s that.      please note that you have to be comfortable giving out your address to me,      i promise i’ll be good with it but i kinda need it if i am to send you your copies of either the films or books    !!

[prxctical-tactical-brilliance]

[ooc: I love Mani to pieces and so I wanted you all to have a cute lil' chance at this giveaway ! Go follow this lovely bean and you will be rewarded with fantastic writing by them and their endless , cherubic generosity ! it should be a cardinal sin if you don't follow 'er tbh- so go follow and like and reblog and give a l l the love in the world ! ]

[prxctical-tactical-brilliance]

( ✔ : the Marquis and Remy meet for the first time! / @a-naval-heroine :3 )

dancing troubles- ✔ : the Marquis and Remy meet for the first time!

symbol meme for @a-naval-heroine.

he was not cut out for this.

even though he was raised in a higher lifestyle then most, he was never the best at being in public. sure, he was able to speak like every-other high-society young man, and he could play the part of the socialite, but there was a major flaw: the marquis could not dance.  

at all.

he was terrible on his feet. even if he was taught by a ton of dance instructors and many housemaids, he was dreadful at best. thus, he would resign from any dances, leaving before any issues would occur. this was not the case, unfortunately.

being invited to a ball by one of the dukes, the Marquis was left to his own devices for quite some time. small talk was given and he was wholly unsatisfied. he was walking aimlessly when he almost ran into a young woman. “ Excusez-moi !” he exclaimed worriedly, eyes widening as he turned to face the woman.

[prxctical-tactical-brilliance]

a-naval-heroine

Even though she was both an Admiral’s Goddaughter and a StarKnight Captain, she never was really big on formal titles when it came to addressing her. In fact, often she insisted on using her nickname, at most maybe Miss Thames, depending on the matter. But she always felt titles made her feel… unapproachable.

The fact that Gilbert was genuinely interested, surprised her in a good way. A faint blush graced her cheeks as he spoke his thoughts about the StarKnights, truth be told she was humbled. When he asked about her mission, she gave him a small smile. “To protect humanity, and in particular its history, for the sake of the future” she answered. “There are demonic ghouls who try to disrupt history and harm humanity–we know not where they come from, or who or what sent them or why. All we know is, what they are, what they do–and that it’s up to us to stop them whenever they strike.”

"What do you mean, disrupt history ?” The question fell out before he had a chance to stop it, quite literally on the edge of his seat. Having moved closer to the StarKnight, his eyes were wide with the curiosity of a child. The adventures she seemed to have, the valiancy. . . it was as if she was living a fairytale. The former soldier was in awe, simple as that.

However, his simple curiosity was broken when a door opened and the loud bought of conversation came flooring in. His baby blues blinked rapidly for a few moments before he sat back, a frown coming to his features. "Mon dieu." If the lovely lady was speaking, he could not hear her. “I, uh, do you wish to go somewhere else ? It is quite loud in here.”

[lordedrington]

" do you remember ?" [prxtical-tactical-brilliance]

* soft angst starters // accepting!!!

@prxctical-tactical-brilliance

“Of course I remember.” Bram couldn’t stifle the genuine smile that grew on his face, in spite of their situation. He could still see the man before him transformed back into a boy, mischievous grin and dirt on his face. 

The memories washed over him. The boys hadn’t known much then, perhaps a decade or so ago, about their political and national differences, instead dreaming up play fantasies where they were soldiers fighting for the same king, explorers discovering land for themselves, and royal brothers ruling in tandem. 

It seemed so silly, as a young man looking at his enemy and seeing a child as close as kin. Edrington sobered. 

“That life seems so far from where we find ourselves now, Gilbert.”

[prxctical-tactical-brilliance]

The Frenchman's face was drawn into a frown. He couldn't meet his dearest friend the Englishman's eyes, instead looking at the dry, frozen grass beneath them. He kicked at it slighly, as to give him something to do then be upset. It was a day of celebration, after all ! He could have been at home, curled next to the fireplace with a book as the snow fell outside. How he missed his beloved France. . .

Retrouvailles.

It was Christmas Day, and, with a bit of convincing and some promise of sweets, Lafayette had convinced his men and the men on both sides to take a break for the Christmas celebrations. Even if they were enemies, they deserved a break from the fighting.

Looking up from his boots with a small, sad chuckle, the thin young man looked at his friend. "Indeed it has, Bram. . . Merry Christmas, mon ami." The celebratory word seemed almost cynical in nature, too horrible to truly celebrate. He missed the parties his parents would have, where him and the Brit before him would run outside in the snow with their oversized needles and shout into the night.

Truly far, indeed.

[prxctical-tactical-brilliance]

RULES.  share four songs  /  pieces of music that represent your muse.     lafayette edition ( repost, don’t reblog )

THISTLED (S P R I N G)      -     horse feathers     an old love of mine to wed the worst man she finds a blossom that's bloomed in a house that's a tomb APRES (M O I) -      regina spektor   be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood après moi, le deluge after me comes the flood (W I L L O W)     -      the arcadian wild walk with me into the rain distract the world away i’ll fall for you, i’ll follow you unfaltering all the way I’M NOT CALLING YOU A (L I A R) -      florence +the machine (dragon age 2 credits)   there's a ghost in my lungs and it sighs in my sleep wraps itself around my tongue as it softly speaks then it walks then it walks with my legs

TAGGED BY.       @oceansaiiling      TAGGING   s w e a t s anyone who wants to do it! (and tag me in the comments or smth because i l o v e music).    

[oceansaiiling]

indie   &   selective,     age of sail multimuse.      as weathered by mani.     featuring muses from Hornblower,  Master and Commander,  Pirates of the Caribbean    &    original characters. 

[oceansaiiling]

“ i close my eyes and i can see the world that’s waiting up for me. “ [the greatest showman starters. for horatio or bush (if you wish to rp one of them!)]

                  THE GREATEST SHOWMAN                    @prxctical-tactical-brilliance

“       i  do  hope  that  the  world  you  envision  is  a  beautiful  one,      ”        for  once  there  is  no  bitterness  residing  in  his  tongue.        for  once  his  heart  has  been  lightened  by  the  memory  of  a  letter  received  still  fresh  and  dear       ;        to  receive  word  from  his  sisters  and  mother  back  on  shore  never  failed  to  make  him  a        kinder      man.        if  only  for  a  moment.          “      as  do  i  hope  that  world  doesn’t  contain  as many  Frenchmen  as  the  current  one  does.      ”

[prxctical-tactical-brilliance]

The Frenchmen chuckled, hands folded behind him as he stared out at the mailboat retreating back to the shore. It seemed many of the men had recieved good news from their loved ones, grins reflecting in the seemingly bottomless tankards clasped in their grips. The Marquis felt a twinge of sadness as he nodded, realizing that he would never recieve such letters from his très cher any longer, as she died in that wretched prison due to the Revolutionists.

" Most Frenchmen are kind, sir. There's. . . quite a few who are problematic currently. Without them, the seas would be calmer and France calmer still ."

[a-naval-heroine]

( @prxctical-tactical-brilliance )

[prxctical-tactical-brilliance]

( ✔ : the Marquis and Remy meet for the first time! / @a-naval-heroine :3 )

dancing troubles- ✔ : the Marquis and Remy meet for the first time!

symbol meme for @a-naval-heroine.

he was not cut out for this.

even though he was raised in a higher lifestyle then most, he was never the best at being in public. sure, he was able to speak like every-other high-society young man, and he could play the part of the socialite, but there was a major flaw: the marquis could not dance.  

at all.

he was terrible on his feet. even if he was taught by a ton of dance instructors and many housemaids, he was dreadful at best. thus, he would resign from any dances, leaving before any issues would occur. this was not the case, unfortunately.

being invited to a ball by one of the dukes, the Marquis was left to his own devices for quite some time. small talk was given and he was wholly unsatisfied. he was walking aimlessly when he almost ran into a young woman. “ Excusez-moi !” he exclaimed worriedly, eyes widening as he turned to face the woman.

[prxctical-tactical-brilliance]

a-naval-heroine

The StarKnight was still all smiles and slight shyness herself as the Marquis spoke about his younger years and his experience in the Americas. It brought back memories of one of her earlier adventures around that area, where she picked up the Spanish language (or as little of it as she spoke anyway).

But when he offered to teach her French, her face lit up again. French was a language she wanted to learn but, honestly, had no idea who to ask or even to go about in asking! “No, it’s quite alright actually” she answered him. “I would love for you t'teach me French, m'Lord. It’s a language I’ve wanted to learn for quite some time now!”

The Frenchman’s bashful smile turned into a wide grin as she gave him a kind answer, giving a small little nod. “You don’t need to call me by my title if you do not wish to. Feel free to call me Gilbert.” Taking a glass of wine off of a passing butler’s tray, he sipped it thoughtfully. It was a bit drier then he expected it to be, but it was fine nonetheless.  “You’re a StarKnight, correct ? What is it like ?” The questions were soft and filled with curiosity. “Do you wish to sit down?” He gestured to a set of chairs nearby, recently abandoned by two women in frilly, aloof dresses. 

[a-naval-heroine]

His grin could light up the whole room! she thought to herself as he grinned and noted about the form of address. She herself grinned, “Alright, Gilbert… and, thank you.” Because she was the kind of person who showed gratitude even for a change in forms of address such as this, as she herself took a glass of wine from the same tray and took a sip… she wiggled her nose. Not too bad.

“Yes, please” she replied to his question about sitting down. Because she didn’t mind sitting down while explaining what it was like being her. Once they sat down, she showed him her StarCrystal, which was in its pendant form. “Being a StarKnight isn’t as easy or as pretty as it sounds” she then answered. “For one, we do not get involved in politics, as it would divide us painfully. And our mission, as a whole… as actual Starians… is far greater than politics.” She looked at him as she spoke.

[prxctical-tactical-brilliance]

The Frenchman's smile, while not changing in stature, seemed to glimmer a true radiance when she called him by his first name. The title that he was to be called normally made him feel poor, almost not even human. It was as if he was just a title or just a plaything to be dotted around. Dipping his head in acnowledgement and strolling over to the chairs, he sat upon it with grace and with both of his pale hands in his lap.

His eyes widened at the StarCrystal, almost gasping at its beauty. His eyes trailed from it up to her face, the small smile returning as she spoke about her main passion. "I never thought it would be pretty or glamerous. I have heard others call them that, but I have always laughed them off. Why would such an important job be easy? You are terribly brave, and thus I thank you for your commitment to the StarKnights. What's your mission?" His voice was filled with curiosity, baby blues wide.

[hwhahjajakakaj]

💖 (for that soulmate au thing even tho we are both lafayette blogs)

Timer AU! (My character will just be called Gilbert)

Gilbert fidgeted anxiously in his seat on the subway, eyeing his wrist as the clock reached the one minute mark. It had been weeks since the clock came so close to stopping. The last time it reset at one minute and thirteen seconds and the time before it reset at twenty seven seconds, so Gilbert prayed that this time his fortune would he better. Every decision he made since he was young affected the timer, from spending money to deciding to move to america, and at this point he was just desperate to make the right move.

As the timer hit thirty five the doors on the subway opened and Gilbert all but shoved people out of the way in order to get out of his compartment. He looked around at the busy underground, his heart pounding, his eyes searching for someone who looked as nervous and excited as he felt.

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ask-lafayette

Gilbert’s blush deepened as he walked into the coffee shop, pulling out his phone and waiting for his soulmate to walk in after him. “Yes, please put your contact in. Can you imagine if we left without doing that? How would I find you again?” He said, shuddering slightly at the thought, his smile falling a bit.

“And of course we can hang out tomorrow, if you wish, I just know that if I try and do anything besides be with you today that my mind will be elsewhere.” Gilbert said, stepping a bit closer to Lafayette. His hand came up, gently brushing against the other man’s face, a far away look in his eyes. “All I would be able to think about is you.”

Lafayette gently look the phone from his soulmate’s hands, beginning to type in his contact. What would his name be? Many of his friends that had found their soulmates had their names as cute little nicknames, often with hearts or other cute photos next to them. Gilbert didn't know him that well, however- what if he didn't know who he was if he put his name in as something cut ? He would risk it. After saving the contact and sending himself a text, he looked up as his smooth fingers came to brush against his cheek.

"You occupy all my recent thoughts, that for certain." He said softly, baby blues coming up to catch the other man's gaze. "I would love your company until my very last breath."