#lafayatte

[virgosenterlude]

you will always be famous🕊️

[juliesandothings]

Three from a People magazine feature on Stanley Dural Jr. (Buckwheat Zydeco), December 1987  - photographs by Jack Vartoogian

Top: Dural (Buckwheat) and his horse Sunshine on a farm in Lafayette, La.,

Center: at home with Bernite, cooking up shrimp and fried catfish

Bottom: Dural seen playing with his band at El Sido’s in Lafayette

[light-me-up-in-flames]

I just watched Hamilton again and noticed something I haven't seen before and have been looking for (maybe not hard enough, idc tho).

After Dear Theodosia, when Alexander receives a letter from Laurents father and Eliza is reading it, you can see behind Lafayatte and Mullingan also reading a letter about John's death.

That made me sad and I wanted to share it.

[nicoledoesstuff]

HEYAAA!! Sorrry Ya'll it's been a long time i haven't posted since these College things( A lot of assignment as always > ), So anyways just like as i was saying yesterday, or maybe very long day.

In a future world filled with numerous global challenges like inequality, corruption, environmental crises, social unrestan and all of the aspect **Mr. Peabody**, a genius dog with a time machine called WABAC, forms a bold plan to bring historical figures from the past to the present. Along with his friends—Sherman, his adopted human son, Toby the genius cat or partner bestfriend, kathrina, toby adopted human daughter and Kayleen, a bright young girl who has been appointed a "Junior President" by the President of Indonesia, Joko Widodo. She really active in many activities , she's make her own cartoon film business with her bestfriend. Mr. Peabody intends to address modern-day issues not only in indonesia but all around of world with help from the greatest minds and leaders from history.

Kayleen proposes an idea to Mr. Peabody: “What if we give historical figures a chance to return to life in the modern world? They could help us fix the world’s problems, and in return, they can learn from our era and perhaps even change their own historical paths for the better.” Like who knows if they all can help with this ways ?" Peabody agrees with the idea and mobilizes his company to perfect the WABAC machine. This allows historical figures to visit the modern world, help solve its crises, and return to their own times once their work is done.

From there, Kayleen is promoted to be the Director of Historical Integration of Mr. Peabody's project, heading up **TeamForthcoming**, a group created to make this vision a reality. The team's mission is to address pressing global issues such as poverty, gender inequality, lack of education, political instability, climate change, and human rights violations. This title reflects her crucial role in creating and designing the program that allows historical figures to travel back to modern times using the WABAC time machine. It also emphasizes her focus on the larger goals of world peace and the integration of all of team historical figures not only teamfourthcoming into the mission.

Kayleen, Sherman, and their friends Penny and Toby (Sherman’s best friend, a genius cat) form the foundation of TeamForthcoming. They enlist the help of historical figures such as **George Washington** (the team leader), **Ir. Soekarno** (the vice leader), **Abraham Lincoln**, **Albert Einstein**, **Marie Curie**, and many others to combat various global problems.

Among the **Notable Members of TeamForthcoming**:

- *George Washington (leader team)

- Ir Soekarno (vice leader team)

- Mohammad Hatta

- Sutan Syahrir

- Sudirman

- Alexander Hamilton

- Marques de Lafayatte

- Theodore Roosevelt

- Abraham Linclon

- Winston Churchill

- King George III

- Napoleon Bonaparte

- Maximillien de Robespierre

- Agamemnon

- Marie Antoinette

- King Tuthankhamun

- Grand Ay Vizier

- Monalisa

- Marie Curie

- Tapputi

- Susan B. Anthony(later)

- R.a Kartini(later)

- Amelia Earheart(later)

- Hellen Keller (later)

- Sigmund Freud

- Carl Gustav Jung

- Walt Disney

- Charlie Chaplin

- Harry Houdini

- Isaac Newton

- Antoine de lavoisiser

- Isaac Newton

- Albert Einstein

- Alan Turing

- Ada Lovelace(later)

- Nikola Tesla

- Thomas Alva Edison

- Henry Ford

-Charles Darwin

- Wright brothers

- Ludwig Van Beethoven

- Amadeus Wolfgang Mozart

- Hans Cristian Andersen

- Confucius

-Leonardo Davinci

- Albert Schwietzer

With **Robot Z3**, an advanced AI robot, added to the team, they are able to analyze data and offer technological support, making the team even more effective. Robot Z3 helps ensure that TeamForthcoming is equipped to handle the technical aspects of their missions.

**TeamForthcoming** not only focuses on solving global issues but also on educating the world through empathy, teamwork, cultural exchange, etc . Their first task is to revamp the global education system, starting with supporting orphaned children, both from the past and present. They believe that by involving these historical figures in modern-day issues, they can reshape the course of history for the better and guide humanity toward a more peaceful, prosperous future.

Not only teamfourthcoming i draw but i wanted plan to draw a lot of historical figures with the various of team. SEE U SOOn...

[picturejasper20]

Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur ¨A Devil-ish Birthday¨ episode analysis

When Season 2-A got released last year, i wrote an analysis of the episode ¨The Devil You Know¨ and Devil’s character arc until that point of the show. Now recently Season 2-B got released and it has one Devil Dinosaur centric episode titled a ¨A Devil-ish Birthday¨.

Even though the plot trope in this episode has been done in other animated series before, i still would like to do a general analysis of this since it is the last Devil episode from the show and because it serves as conclusion for Devil’s character arc.

The episode starts with the Moon Girl team hosting a Moon Girl fan event where fans can ask questions. One of the kids, who is dressed as Devil, is curious about when is Devil’s birthday. Devil is confused by this question since he doesn’t have a ¨birthday¨ on his own, he listens to one of the reporters talks about what a birthday party is but quickly gets heartbroken when he realizes he doesn’t have one unlike other people.

In the next scene Devil is seen crying in the lair about lacking a proper birthday. This in part has to do with the general feeling he has of not liking missing out things and be left out that was explored in previous episodes.

Suddenly Devil gets a call from the ABC group, which he has remained friends with after they changed their ways following the events of ¨The Devil You Know¨. Devil runs to the lair and sees that everything is dark. Then he gets surprised by ABC having organized a surprise birthday party for him. Devil is deeply touched by their gesture and wants to stay with them. But he gets a call from Lunella, telling him that they need him back home.

Back in the Moon Girl’s lair, Devil is met with a suprise party organized by the Lafayette on their own. The idea is to turn Devil into small size so he is able to hang out with the family inside the house, Devil is very happy for this and he lets himself be turned small to go to the party. All seems to be going well until he gets a call from the ABC with Pebbles on it, who flew on plane all the way to the LES to make it to Devil’s party.

Devil finds himself in a situation he hasn’t been before- he has two birthday parties happening in separate places at the same time and he doesn’t know what to do. He hasn’t had so many people to hang out ever since he arrived through the portal in the LES. He is usually used to be around Lunella and Casey or playing on his own wandering through the streets. He doesn’t want to disappoint anyone by just staying only in one party.

For his luck, Devil happens to find a cloning device that Lunella mentioned earlier in the Moon Girl fan event. Devil comes with the idea of creating a clone so he is able to be in both parties at the same time and make everyone happy. He and the clone switch places every time a certain time has passed and go to the other party. The issue is that Devil overlooks a warning from the cloning label that says that the clone shouldn’t consume sugar or they would lose control of themselves if they do. He uses the device to make a clone of him, which looks a bit different from him and is more clumsly. He explains the plan to Clone Devil and they decide to carry it out.

For a while all seems to be going according to plan, nobody seems to notice that there are two Devils and the two Devils keep switching places without any problem. Both parties have a fun time celebrating Devil’s ¨birthday¨.

The problem comes when Clone Devil is at the Lafayette’s party. They bring the birthday cake and Clone Devil is given a piece of it. Because clones aren’t supposed to consume sugar since it would make them unstable, Clone Devil starts to lose control and eats all the entire cake the family prepared for him. Devil and Clone Devil do more switches, without Devil not knowing that other party is being ruined by Clone Devil.

When it is his turn to go to the Lafayatte’s party, Devil finds that all the gifts have been destroyed by his clone, a similar thing happened in ABC’s party- it is a whole mess and everything is broken somehow. Devil decides to wait for Clone Devil to come and asks him what is he doing. In that moment Lunella and Casey and the ABC show up, getting suspicious of Devil’s strange behaviour.

They are offended when they find out that Devil created a clone to be in their parties at the same time. There is a bit of feeling betrayed for being lied to and anger for thinking Devil didn’t care about the parties. By trying to please everyone, Devil ended up making everyone unhappy and be upset with him. Although he had some good intentions, he still managed to make the mistake of lying to his friends and family instead of being honest with them.

Because Clone Devil had taken the cloning device earlier on, he covers himself with it, creating thousands and thousands of Devil clones. The group of clones cause chaos all over the Les and the two teams work together to get rid of all of them to city, with including getting rid of the original clone.

Devil faces the Clone Devil and tricks him into a cupcake that contains the reverse cloning device, making him disappear. Devil celebrates for a moment only to be interrupted by Lunella, reminding him of he was the one that started the problem in first place. Devil expresses being really sorry for lying and tells to Lunella that he would try be honest when a situation like this ever happens again.

Lunella, Casey and the ABC use a cupcake with a candle on it so Devil ¨makes his wish¨, then Devil realizes that he had what he wished for- being able to be with his family and friends celebrating the party all in the same place. The episode ends with Devil blowing up the candle and likely hanging out with the rest for what is left of the day.

¨A Devil-ish Birthday¨ has Devil finding himself in the new status quo that he wanted in Season 1 and Season 2 with being able to be part of the Lafayette family without any secrets and having other friends he can hang out with. The issue comes when he can’t decide who he is going to hang out when the situation comes out of fear of making the other group upset. This highlights that Devil wants to please others and make everyone happy, which can be a flaw for his character that he has to work on.

His conclusion to his character arc would be that he gets in the end what he was wishing for but he has to learn to be more honest with others and not so people-pleaser to avoid making similar mistakes like he did in this episode.

[superscissorer]

lafayatte

[knowltonsrangers]

9 for Gilbert? It fits him so well 💜💜

9: when it's hard for them to contain a smile, so they grin so wide it lights up your world >>>

TURN!Marquis de Lafayette x reader

[a/n: glitchhhh of course 💕💕]

Across the room, it’s difficult to keep your eyes on the book in front of you. Every time you look up, he’s staring right back at you, much to the annoyance of those around him. They were trying to work on something, to which the group effort would be explained, but all he keeps mumbling on about has nothing relevant to add.

He can’t help it, especially sitting in such a seat with a perfect line of vision to you.

Tapping the exterior cover of your book, you look down once more, a smile yourself brewing on your lips. It’s hard to not, with the way he looks at you so lovingly, and the more you look away, the harder it becomes to resist the urge to take another sparing glance.

Someone in his group taps him, asking him if he’s alright, to which the Frenchman nods eagerly, finally tearing his gaze from you to shuffle the stack of papers in his grasp.

“…lover boy.”

You hear one of them say, to which you’re caught once more staring at him. As he looks at his own information in front of him, talking, arguing with his group, you are free to watch the passion that comes across his rosy cheeks.

You stifle a laugh, knuckles coming to your lips as someone mentions how they were on a completely unrelated topic.

“Oh? Oh, my apologies, I just wanted to add—“

The giggle you emit does little to help his recovering brain, and when he looks up to meet your eyes, he finds it extremely hard to contain his smile. You even see his teeth come to bite his bottom lip, attempting to suffocate the laugh back into his throat.

It’s futile, so the effort seems, as you watch once more the way the smile breaks over his entire face, and your heart thrums wildly in your chest.

He seemingly recovers, beginning to talk about something relevant, much to his groups satisfaction. Yet he never looses sight of your smile, and your book suddenly doesn’t seem so interesting any more.

The look he gives you, speaks more than any words could.

One more minute, then I am all yours.

You nod, fingers fiddling with a page, yet you never flip it.

When not a minute more passes, his group stands, shaking hands, agreeing on one last thing before departing.

Hurriedly, you turn back to your book, watching their shoes as they leave, counting them and their voices until all that remains is a pair of shoes standing directly in front of you, stealing your heart with a simple set of words.

“All finished. Let us go home, my love.”

His hand comes out, and you close your book, taking his hand as he pulls you to stand.

Nothing could make your day like that smile of his, especially when it was reserved just for you.

[inwhichiramble]

Various Fandom Valentines ❤️

[lauraroleplayss]

Starter for @general-lafayette

A much needed Eloise and Lafayette first meet! //Not that we had done that already once before

It was a quiet evening around the Continental Camp. Eloise strolled amongst the men in breeches and a shirt. Her blue eyes flashed, taking in her surroundings and she laid a hand on her weapon. A long sword that had been a gift from her father two birthdays ago and she had cherished it ever since. It was one of her prize possessions. The other was a stuffed fox currently in her tent. The fox had been a gift from her father long ago when she had been a child. Her blonde hair had been pulled up into a bun. If there was one thing she was vain about it was her hair. She loved her hair and had cut it short once before.

The wind ruffled past. She raised her head and sniffed the air. It smelled like rain and she loved the rain. She nodded to a few men as they passed her. They bowed and she returned the bow. She had learned long ago not to wear dresses in the camp. It had been a painful lesson but Martha had been able to repair the damage done to the skirts of her favorite dress. Eloise had learned then not to wear the fancier ones. Otherwise she would have already gone through them all. In some ways Eloise was the picture of a noble woman well raised by her parents. In others she was different.

Eloise came up to a commotion and she raised her eyebrows. Some of the men had surrounded an unfortunate person. She had forgotten that a young French man would be arriving in the camp. "What is going on?" Her clear and somewhat sharp voice rang through the air. She walked forward. "I highly doubt that you all are bored and must have something better…..o-oh-" Eloise trailed off as she stared up at a very young nobleman. She bowed low.

[avashades-purpleorange]

Lafayette: What's the worst thing you guys have done?

Mulligan: Rickrolled my teacher in 4th grade.

Laurens: I kicked Burr in the shin-

Burr: -So I kicked Laurens between the legs.

Hamilton: I burned a town down.

Lafayette: What?!

Burr: What the hell is wrong with you?!?

Hamilton: A lot of things.

Laurens: No shit.

[froggywritesstuff]

Pancakes | Lafayette

Pairings: Lafayette x g/n!sick!reader

Warnings: fluff

Time: modern

Y/N groaned as they awoke to the bed filled with used tissues and no one by their side. They had sensed a cold coming on, but were too stubborn to actually do something about it.

"It was one cough," they had said, "I'll be fine,"

They were wrong.

They were not fine. Nothing was fine. Y/N had places to be, and they needed to be in less than an hour.

Letting out a nasty sounding cough, Y/N sat up in their bed, attempting to stand up, when a voice interrupted them.

"Mon chéri, lie back down, you need to rest." came the calm and caring voice of Lafayette.

Y/N fell back onto the bed, giving their boyfriend a warm smile, "I'm fine, Laff, I promise."

"Y/N," Gilbert began with a small laugh, "You're sick. If that wasn't bad enough, then the lack of sleep you got last night definitely is. I could hear you coughing all night."

They huffed with a small pout, "But I have to... to..." Y/N ended up cutting their self off by loudly sneezing into a tissue that Laff has luckily brought them.

"See, Y/N? You can't possibly go today." the Frenchmen tried reasoning, only to be met with Y/N's dramatically loud sigh as they pouted.

"Fine," they huffed, "But I want pancakes."

When Y/N had finally agreed to being left alone in their room, Laff set out to the kitchen to begin making pancakes.

Y/N rarely did the cooking in their relationship, claiming that it always tasted bad. Either that reason, or the way Laff cooked pancakes made Y/N's taste like shit in comparison.

He couldn't complain. He loved cooking, especially when Y/N loved it so much.

______

"Laff?" they called, getting lonely after a while, "Are you almost done?"

Hurrying into the kitchen, Y/N smiled at what they saw.

The smell of pancakes and the sight of their boyfriend cooking made Y/N's heart swell.

"Mon chéri, you should be resting," he whined, "I would've brought them in for you."

Y/N couldn't help but giggle, "I'm sorry, I just got lonely."

Placing a finished pancake onto a clean plate, Gilbert moved toward Y/N, wrapping them inside a tight hug, "Apologies, chéri," he whispered, "Are you feeling any better?"

Y/N hummed in response, "Yeah. But I would feel better if we cuddled in bed."

Laff smiled, "Bien sûr, mi amour. But first, pancakes."

The rest of that day, once the pancakes were eaten, Laff showered Y/N with cuddles, food and love, all things that despite Y/N saying they didn't need, they really loved.

"Hey, Laff," Y/N began, staring up at their boyfriend. Somehow, Y/N had ended up with their head lying on Laff's chest as they attempted to binge watch almost every Disney movie in existence.

Laff hummed in response, signaling for Y/N to continue.

"Thank you for doing this. For taking care of me today. A lot of people wouldn't have."

At those words, Laff sat up straight, lifting Y/N up on his lap, "You deserve the world, mi amour. This is the least I could do for you."

Y/N sighed, resting their forehead against his, "You're gonna get so sick because of me."

Laff smiled, pressing his lips against Y/N's, pulling away to see their flustered expression, "Worth it."

(DO NOT PLAGARISE, TRANSLATE, MODIFY, OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM)

buy me a coffee <3

[lokey-y]

I'm just fantasizing)) I apologize for mistakes - I haven't practiced English for a long time.

[evestub]

The Secret I kept

TW: attempted sa, drinking, violence, cussing

Second Person, You POV

You sat on the edge of your bed, forearms resting on knees, and head hanging down in shame. It was eating you from the inside out. Whether it be from the guilt of lying to your friends, the person you love; or simply the fact that you pretend to be an entirely different person, the consequences of your actions were catching up quickly. The 1700’s was cruel to women, and newly disowned, the army seemed like the perfect place to erase the past and safeguard the future. What you didn’t realize would happen is you falling in love. Alexander was his name. He was smarter than a scholar, and had unmatched energy and determination. He was the most beautiful person you’ve ever met. Which is where the problems started. Alexander was friends with military you. The man who appeared weak but was a fast runner. A perfect shot, charming spirit and love for hunting. The other you was a well mannered woman from a middle class family with a passion for literature and the arts, something which your family hate. But the true you was neither of those. Just you. You hoped that Alex would love all of you, whether it be militia man, literate woman or simply a person just trying to enjoy life and the little things. But it was the gender that could cause a riff. Although you never thought to ask, you didn’t know Alexander’s preferred gender, and pretending to be a man when you really weren’t destroyed you. And even though you pretended to it wasn’t there, you and every one of your friends saw how Alexander looked at you, and vice versa. It was never spoken, but the love was their, and you were quite aware of it as well. And it made you feel like shit. And it would destroy him too, if he knew. You knew the truth would be seen as a betrayal to him. Alexander loved a man. And you were not one.

“I thought I’d find you in here,” a voice rang behind you, startling the peace. Hercules was truly the best person you could ask for, after a careless incident, he discovered your truth. He knew everything, who you are and your dilemma with Alexander. And while he never pushed, your constant lies was something he would remind you that the longer it stays in, the worse it’ll get. “He’s acting like a lost puppy without you giving him attention.”

“I think I’ll tell Alexander after the war. Right now,” you paused. Thinking of it was hard, yet talking of it was harder. “Right now just isn’t right.” Hercules gave you a look that chipped even further at your consciousness…

Third Person, Alexanders POV

Alexander felt disgusted with himself. He was a dirty, disgusting, no good son of a whore, and it was his fault. His smile, that pushed his cheeks back in just the right way, teeth slightly showing and lips that were so perfect, even when they were chapped. His eyes, which were deep with swirling colours, that never seemed to be focused on anything that trapped Alexander deeply. His body, personality, hair, attitude, everything made Alexander light up in a million ways, and it disgusted him. It was wrong. It was immoral, unholy, wrong, stupid and absolutely fucking disgusting. He tried to distance himself at first, but he couldn’t stand that look on his face when Alexander gave a half-asses reply or a look of avoidance. It hurt Alexander too much. So he made the mistake of getting too close. Everything he did, Alexander did, if he wasn’t busy with work for General Washington. Every meal, training session, down time and even a tent, them two of them shared. Last winter was so cold, Alexander had to snuggle with him to keep the pair warm. It almost made the wretched winds and bitter cold worth it. Another time at the bar the pair got so piss drunk, they ended up in a back ally. He always claimed that he blacked out, but Alexander remembered the taste of his lips, the feeling of his tongue, his arms so muscular and scarred and his gorgeous hair. After that, Alexander had begun the compliment phase, where Alex praised everything he did. Every perfect shot, every letter, everything he did was perfect. And every time, the other male would shrug it off or reciprocate the compliment in an extremely watered down way that made Alexander feel like shit. It wasn’t that the other didn’t like Alexander, the exact opposite really. But his fear of Alexander knowing the truth caused him to become distant. And it only made the two hate themselves more than they already did. Alexander tried so hard to like other woman. And he did like women. He’s had girlfriends before, and courted whore on drunk occasions. But he never liked someone how liked him. Nothing would ever compare to him. And it was disgusting.

Timeskip and Pov switch to 3rd Person

The last battle left a toll on everyone. Some chose to wallow, and others took it to the bar to drink their traumas away. Alexander and his friends chose the latter. Six beers deep each, the room was swirling and the emotions were happy. Not one of the five were thinking straight, and Lafayette had resorted to his native language. Alexander was twenty minutes deep into a rant, John was dancing with some women in fancy clothes, and Hercules was piss drunk and passed out. Which left last member, deep in drunk regret and wallow. Her thoughts were swirled and confused, room loud, head pounding and a yearning for someone she knew would hate the true him, technically her. She truly hated herself. She was a snake, a liar, a whore, and a disgusting disgrace who deserved to be disowned. And suddenly, an actual whore, who was beautiful and covered in makeup, rans her hands up her back. As this woman rubbed her hands along her spine, each of the other members of the party turned eyes. While two of them found this comedic and exciting, drunk Alexander felt a seething rage deep within him. Alexander met eyes with her, who seemed to be a drunk and confused wreck. Too many things were happening at once, and before she knew it, John had pushed her and the whore to the stairs. She stopped in her tracks to meet eyes with Alexander, as if to ask for permission. Deep down she knew this was a bad idea, yet she didn’t have the sobriety to deny the woman’s service. Their eye contact was quickly broken, as she was dragged away, and Alexander looking at the ground in shame.

She found herself making her way up the crooked and narrow stairs, whether they were actually crooked was dependent on how much alcohol she consumed. The woman led her into a room, that had a simple bed, table and dresser. This usual courting room scene. Why was she here? What was going on? These thoughts consumed her head as she was laid down on a bed, head and shoulders propped up by pillows. This woman, whom she had no idea was, straddled her and began to kiss her neck.

“Oh poor honey, you’re so wasted. Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be gentle.” The only thing she could do was just, close her eyes. Arms by here side and her head tilted away from the scene, in a half drunk half uncomfortable way. In the darkness of her eyelids, she saw Alex. His smile, his beautiful brown eyes. She like the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was focused. She liked how he never gave up. And in all drunkness, she began to imagine that this was Alexander on her. Doings these things to her. She’d stay up late at night imagining a life with Alexander. They’d have a good life, he’d work in congress and she’d write poetry and books. They would split the chores, and he would

make the best food. He always talked about the food they ate back in the country where he was born. And so, here she was, drunk and about to be fucked, thinking of Alex.

“Eyes on me honey,” the woman said was she grabbed her chin to face the woman. The woman used her thumb to lightly rub her face before giving a wet peck on the lips. “You have such a cute face honey, but you must be so hot. Poor baby… let’s take this off you,” The soldier seemed to not quite understand what was happening, and as she started to the ceiling, the woman began to fumble with the buttons of her dirty military issued white shirt. It wasn’t until the third button came undone that the situation finally clicked. Eyes flew open as she looked at what was about to be revealed. Panic raced through her body, and she begun to fight with the woman, trying to push her off.

“Stop it please. Please get off I don’t want it,” the soldier slurred. And although she was extremely uncomfortable with what was happening to her, she was more focused on her shirt. This shirt cannot come off her. If the woman saw the chest bindings, it would all be over. The woman was stubborn, to fucking stubborn, and tried hard to stay on. She didn’t realize her strength, and in a last attempt to protect her secret, she aggressively pushed the woman off the bed, and in so, knocking her out as her head hit the frame. She felt regret for harming the woman, but that would be an issue sober her would deal with. The buttons of her shirt were completely undone, but with no one here to see, she begun the gruelling process to trying to rebutton her shirt, something sober her could finish in seconds. Finally finishing the task, she sighed in relief. Close. Too close. But she had accidentally knocked the harlot out, so her secret was safe. Opening the wooden door with a rusty handle, she stepped outside of the room, only to be greeted with her tall friends, John and Lafayette. They had this look on her face, and she prayed, oh she prayed that they weren’t watching.

“Mon ami, why didn’t you tell us, you know we wouldn’t have cared,” Lafayette said. Still drunk but quickly sobered by the situation. They knew. The world stopped for the female soldier, a pit of rocks filling her stomach and finding herself unable to swallow. But in this moment of absolute dread, something was missing, or someone. Hercules was passed out, and the two were in-front of her so… what was missing.

Alexander.

“Did. Did he see me?” No one needed to speak. Their faces said it all. He saw. The girl pushed past the pair and rushed down the stairs. The room was swirling and her anxiety was severely amplified. Everyone seemed the same, she felt so suffocated, so scared. But she knew Alex. She could recognize him from any crowd. And there he was, leaving the through back door. It was hard to push through the equally drunk crowd, and she could feel tears forming in her eyes. Once she finally made it to the back door, Alexander was already paces ahead of her. She ran, tripped and fell, and got back onto her feet again. She couldn’t lose him. Figuratively and literally. When she finally caught up, she called out to Alexander, who stopped but couldn’t turn around.

“Alexander. I’m. God I’m so sorry. I just didn’t know how to tell you and,” she was quickly cut off by him, as he looked at her in a way she’d never seen before.

“You lied to me. You fucking lied. I have hated myself this whole time, and you were lying? I cannot. Fucking. Believe you.”

“Alex,”

“No. Don’t you fucking start. Do you know what it’s like? To like someone the whole world tells you is wrong. Do you know what that’s like? I thought I was a disgusting freak for liking a man, but in the end you were just lying. To me, to everyone. I have hated myself for the past year all at your expense.” She reached out to try and touch his arm, to try and comfort him. She knew her words wouldn’t do shit, especially when they were both still drunk. “No. Don’t fucking TOUCH ME.” Alexander slapped her mid sentence, which resulted in her falling to the ground. His blind rage was replaced with instant regret, as he hurt the one thing he loved. His hand slightly tingling as he, now she, held her face in pure shock. Tears fell from his eyes as the girl infront of him began to sob, begging Alexander to stay. But he couldn’t. He knew that if he stayed he would hurt her more. So he turned his back and began to walk

“Alexander, come back! Please come back. I’m sorry. I need you, please,” she sobbed as her voice faded into despair and he just faded into the night…

[birdstooth]

Reposting all the doodles of the contestants in this poll

YOUR WINNER, LAFAYETTTTTTEEEE

[goddess-of-magic]

*Alexander and John sitting in a hot tub*

Lafayette: Two bros, chilling in the hot tub five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay!

[dr-lizortecho]

season two of Trueblood is really just everyone being stupid except Lafayette and Eric isn’t it?