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“Your challenge, if you choose to accept it, involves translating timeless and universal truths into your time-bound experiences.”  ~Anon I mus (Spiritually Anonymous)

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Still haven’t spoiled myself about this game too much, but I came up with this from Leo and Elise’s supports. Having siblings sure is painful, isn’t it?

I wonder what the other siblings looked like…

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Rogue One planets: Lah’mu

Lah'mu was an out-of-the-way planet in the Outer Rim Territories, far from hyperspace routes. The planet itself was lush and dark green in colour. It was home to mountain peaks, plateaus, black sand beaches, saline seas, geysers, and sometimes volcanic activity. Minerals were abundant in the soil, due to the planet’s crust splitting during its early development. While providing the planet with verdant, lush farmland, these minerals made the water unsuitable for human consumption. Settlers were forced to distill water vapor from the air using condensers. Lah'mu had one moon as well as rings of silica, which formed from the remains of a second moon that had been pulverized.

“In the deep stillness of presence, the clarity of watchfulness begins to arise and dualistic boundaries dissolve. Suddenly you are no longer two - only oneness remains.”  –Anon I mus (No-self)

College Confession #86

One night I wake up around 2am, pretty late, and go to get a drink. While I’m pouring water in a glass, one of my housemates opens his door (his room was on the ground floor, mine was upstairs), walks into the living room in only his boxers and pisses all over the TV. I’m just kind of dumbfounded and think fuck it, I’ll deal with this in the morning.

Next day he gets up around midday and when he sees the note I left him explaining what happened he didn’t believe it at first. To be fair, he did spend a good few hours cleaning everything even remotely close to the splash zone, and was very apologetic, especially to the owner of the TV, our other housemate.

Apparently he’d been sleepwalking, and the route he took from his room to the TV was the same route from his room to the toilet at his home.

The jokes were relentless and lasted for months. We even stuck a page from a catalogue with TVs on it to the back of the toilet so he’d know that’s where to piss now.

I’m telling this story from the perspective of my housemate: I was actually the one who pissed all over the TV. I’m sorry.

- McGill University

War of Love (Lafayette x Reader) Part 6

Words: 3087

Warnings: Cringeworthy French (I’m sorry French speakers)

Tags: @pearltheartist @fandomsinabookshelf @unprofessional-inhumanbeing

A/N: Extra long chapter to celebrate Lin’s birthday! 

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five


Laurens laughed awkwardly, shaking his head. “No way, are you playing a trick on us? I mean, I walked around naked plenty of times. You…” His eyes widened, then he stared at you. “You saw me naked…you saw me naked!” He panicked, his face turning red as he moved away from you. Mulligan rubbed his head, cussing at himself.

“No wonder you never wanted to talk about women. Even when we walked by brothels, you didn’t even glance. And… the waterhole…” he put his face in his hands. “I made so many bad jokes…”

Hamilton nodded slowly. “This makes complete sense. The necklace, the laugh, the face…” He looked at you. “I can’t believe I didn’t guess it before! I knew you acted just like a girl!”

You looked at Lafayette, and his face broke your heart. He was crying, the tears falling down his face. You closed your eyes, your face in your hands. You heard the bed creak.

Regardez-moi (Look at me).” You removed your hands from your face, and stared into his eyes. You could see the heartbreak, the disappointment.

“You lied to me, Washington. You lied to us.” He yelled, punching the bed. The wood splintered, and you jumped, quickly reminded of Thomas. The tears didn’t stop. “I trusted you, I told you everything, and you fed me lies. Vous nous avez fait paraĭtre idiots. Vous… je vous déteste, Washington. (You made us look like fools, You… I hate you, Washington).” Your heart dropped. It hurt, a lot. You felt horrible about it, but you knew you deserved to be cursed at and hated by them. You deceived your friends, and you were only worthy of the most insulting remarks.

Hamilton stared at Lafayette, shocked. “Hey Laf, don’t you think that’s too much? She must have lied for a reason, and not just to trick us.” Hamilton looked back at you. “I still trust you, Washington. Whatever gender you may be.”

“But she saw me naked…” Laurens mumbled, staring at his hands. Mulligan shook his head, and put his arm around Laurens’s neck.

“There was nothing good to see, anyway.” Mulligan replied, then smiled at you. “I trust you, Wash. No matter how much of a pervert you are.” You couldn’t help but smile at that statement. “There you go, that’s what I like to see.”

You watched Lafayette, and he shook his head.

“Tell me the reason why.” He crossed his arms across his chest, staring you down.

“Before entering the war, I was a maid. I didn’t lie about giving my money to my dad’s friend. They took me under their care, and made me do their every whim. Sometimes, if I didn’t do what I was told, they would hit me. I was the oldest, and my sister was my only sibling. She didn’t listen to them, and constantly made careless mistakes. Soon, I was told that she was murdered by one of the slaves that they owned. I knew it wasn’t the truth. I know they killed her. As I grew, I became friends with one of the slaves…”

“Sally.” Hamilton interrupted, and you nodded, continuing. “She taught me how to take care of everything in the house. I noticed that the man was stealing slaves in the middle of the night, including Sally. One night, I saw her crying, her clothes ripped to shreds. I didn’t even have to ask her who did it.” You winced at the memory, holding back your tears.

“A few months later, he was paying special attention to me. Complimenting me, encouraging me, and touching my face all the time.” You shook your head at the image of Thomas kissing the side of your neck.

“I had to leave, and Sally made sure that I was prepared to do so. She told me the only way for me escape was to leave in the middle of the night. I wasn’t sure, but the day the man told me that he was going to visit me that night, I knew it was time. Sally said that no one could know that I am a woman, or a maid, because they would send me right back to the plantation I escaped from. I wanted her to come with me, but she refused, not wanting the other slaves to be punished because of her.” You held your hands together. “That’s why I lied. I can’t be sent back there, I can’t. I don’t know what he’ll do to me.”

Hamilton, Mulligan, and Laurens stayed quiet. You knew they were shocked at your whole story, and at how much you lied to them about. You stood up, and went over to your things.

“I’m going to leave. I made a mistake lying to you, and I’m sincerely sorry about everything I put you through.” You walked over to the bed. You heard footsteps coming towards you, and you turned around, coming face to face with Mulligan.

“I’m not gonna let ya leave, Washington. We’re friends, and friends don’t let their friends go back into dangerous situations. Hell, you’re the only one that laughs at my jokes.”

“He’s right,” Hamilton replied, “Including the jokes part. We stick together. Right when you walked your ass through that opening over there, we were already best friends,” he tucked his hands in his pockets, his thumbs sticking out. “On the first day, you made me happy. You comforted me about my mother.” He chuckled, recalling the day. “You touched my arm, and I was confused. It… felt weird.” Hamilton blushed, looking down. Laurens rolled his eyes at Hamilton, and looked at you.

“We pranked the boys all the time! Remember when they woke up on the sand a few miles away?” You moved your head, thinking back to the joke. Lafayette panicked, cussing in French. Mulligan didn’t care, and fell right back to sleep. Hamilton, on the other hand, chased you and Laurens down. Laurens giggled. “You came up with all the ideas. I knew we we’re going to be good friends after that.”

“I… I don’t know what to say…” You said, putting your hand on your head. Lafayette, after his silence, finally spoke up.

“When I came here from France, I barely knew English. Mes amis ici (My friends here) were the ones who helped me every step of the way, I could not remerciez (thank) them enough for all that they have done. But when you showed up, everything changed. I… I had a companion that I could tell anything, without feeling… jugé (judged) about it.”

“Whenever I was upset or angry, you could see through les murs (the walls) that I put up. I thought that we became brothers. But when you just told us that you were mensonge (lying) the whole time…” It seemed like he struggled with the right words to say in English, so he said the next few sentences in French. Je ne pourrais pas le prendre. Je me suis senti comme notre rapport entier étais un mensonge. (I couldn’t take it. I felt like our whole relationship was a lie)“.

He looked at you, and smiled sadly. "But you did it for a reason, and I understand that. It is going to take a moment for me to forgive you, but I think I can. No, I know I can.” He held his arms open, as if he wanted to give you a hug. You stumbled over, rubbing away the waterfall that poured down your face. You fell into his arms, and he laughed, wrapping his long upper limbs around your torso. He moved your hair out of your face, and pushed it behind your ear. Your heart pulsated at his touch, and you blushed.

Mon amour, you are sitting on my leg.” His forehead was sweating, and you quickly jumped off, apologizing over and over again. He snickered, but you could tell he was still in pain. After a couple of seconds, you realized what he called you.

Mon amour…

You heard the tent door open, and saw General Washington walk in. You all put your hands to head, saluting the general. He nodded, and told you all to rest.

“I’m sorry men, but I need to talk to Major Lafayette for a moment.” We all marched out, leaving the two to talk alone. Once you made it outside, Mulligan pulled you under his arm, messing up your short hair. You laughed, struggling to get out of his hold. Laurens panicked, pulling Mulligan off you.

“Hey! You’re going to hurt Wash!” He complained, examining you. You moved away from Laurens, and tapped him lightly on the arm.

“I can handle it. I’ve handled it before, so I can handle it after what I told you.” You whispered, and he sighed, rubbing his freckled face.

“But still, we can’t just keep treating you that way, I mean-”

Mulligan tackled all three of you, pulling down into a pile. You all laughed and giggled, while Hamilton rolled his eyes at the man’s antics.

“You’re nonstop with this…”

Laurens pulled Hamilton’s leg, causing him to fall with you. A voice cleared their throat, and you all looked up from the pile. General Washington had a small smirk on his face. Hamilton blushed intensely, the first one to get up.

“Hamilton, Laurens and Mulligan, may I speak with you for a moment?” They nodded, marching off with Washington. You stayed behind, watching them go. A loud cough came from inside your tent, and you quickly ran in, making sure Lafayette was okay. He was, and he smiled at your entrance.

“Washington.” His face grew sad, staring at you. You walked over, touching his hand lightly.

“Are you alright, Lafayette?” He sighed, rubbing your palm.

“I must leave.”

“What?” You whispered.


Lafayette was sent to a hospital miles away, to tend to his injured leg. He protested to Washington about it, but the General insisted, making an unwilling Lafayette go. Meanwhile, Laurens, Hamilton and Mulligan were awkward around you, tending not to touch you or make vulgar jokes.

“Okay guys, we need to have a meeting. Now.” Laurens and Mulligan walked to the middle, without question. Hamilton looked hesitant, holding a paper in his hand. You glared at him, and he quickly followed the boys to the card table in the center.

“So, anyone want to tell me why you three are acting so strange?” Laurens looked at Mulligan, and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. How about you two?“ They shrugged along with him, and you rolled your eyes.

"You never invite me to drink with you anymore, you walked around me like I’m a disease, and you make sure no one is staring at me too much. Mulligan, you even got into a fight with a guy that made a joke about my face.” Mulligan nodded.

“Well he did say that you looked like a puss-” You held up your hand, not wanting him to finish that sentence. “No man can talk to a lady in that way.” He finished, crossing his arms. You face-palmed, sighing.

“I love that you care so much for me. Really, I do. But they think I’m a man, Mulligan. Of course he would say something like that. Besides that, I feel like you guys don’t like me anymore.” You played with your fingers. “You avoid me every chance you get.” Laurens looked at Hamilton, and then stared at you.

“We do, I just…Well, he told us not to tell you…” He mumbled, and Hamilton hit him, causing Laurens to fall on the floor. Mulligan pulled his hat forward, groaning.

“You’re an idiot, Laurens.” He murmured, his hat now covering his face. You raised your eyebrow, sitting up straight. 

“What are you talking about…” You questioned, suspicious. 

Hamilton hit Laurens too, and Laurens groaned, rubbing his arm. “Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens, what did Gilbert tell you?” You said sternly.

“He’s gonna kill me for this…” Laurens whispered, then looked at you. “He said to treat you like a lady. No drinking, no smoking, no touching, no rough-housing. And if we ever exposed ourselves to you again, well, that’s when he just glared.” You frowned.

Of course, you understood that he wanted them to treat you more respectfully, but setting guidelines is too much. You’re not a maiden in need of defending. You could handle yourself. You began writing a letter, Hamilton peering over your shoulder. You waved him away, writing quickly. You read over your work once to make sure everything was in order.

My Dearest, Lafayette,

I pondered everyday how you were doing, hoping you would come back safe and sound. How are you? Are you eating properly? Make sure to take care of your health! The boys and I talked frequently, and we’ve became closer than ever before. I grew to know them well, and know when their attitude changes toward me. 

This being said, I do not understand why they were quite distant whenever I entered the room, until oh lovely John informed me that you told them to behave in this manner. I knew I must address this quickly. I can take care of my well-being, and hope you do not tell them anything of the sort again. 

Our platoon is the first to travel to Valley Forge, where a battle is to begin. I hope to fight by your side, but I would like you to be at peak health before traveling such a distance. Be safe, we are eagerly awaiting your arrival.

Votre Ami Très Bel (Your Very Beautiful Friend), 

Private James Washington

I smiled, satisfied. “Your very beautiful friend? Don’t you think that’s pushing it?” Hamilton said, and you looked behind you, groaning.

“I told you to mind your own business.”

“No, you waved your hand. I just thought you were swatting an insect.” He said, a smug expression on his face. You threw a crumpled-up paper at him, and he ducked, avoiding the ball. “Ahh! Laurens, get her! She’s become rabid!” Laurens tackled you, and you both fell, laughing hysterically.

Hamilton grinned, then his eyes flicked to his writings. The smile slowly slipped away. He walked away to his desk, and began writing again, concentrated. Mulligan jumped in the pile, knocking the wind out of John and you. “Herc! You’re gonna kill us!” Laurens gasped, and Mulligan laughed, rolling off.

“Guys! Quiet down, I’m writing a letter to Congress.” Hamilton growled, dipping his quill in the ink jar. Laurens pulled himself off the floor, walking over to his friend.

“I get that you’re the general’s right hand man, but you could slow it down with the writing.” John might have forgotten that Hamilton and he were both Lieutenants. Hamilton scolded Laurens for not writing his letters on time.

Mulligan agreed, reaching out a hand to help me up. You took it gratefully, hopping onto your feet. “Yea, Alex, why do you write like you’re running out of time?” Hamilton ignored all of you, focusing on his work. 

You all knew he was leaving soon, to his wife Eliza. You never met her, but Laurens tells you that she’s a lovely woman. You suspect Hamilton is leaving early because Laurens was in a duel with Charles Lee. You jogged out the tent to take your letter to the postman. Once you caught up to him, he smiled, taking it from your hands.

“Thank you, miss.” He said.

“My name’s James, Sir. I’m a man.” His smile faded away, and he apologized, walking to the other men to pick up any more mail. You walked back to the tent, and Hamilton was packed up and ready to go. He shook and patted the backs of the two men. Once he walked to you, you pulled him into your arms, squeezing his body.

“It’ll only be for a few months, Washington. I’ll be back before you know it.” You nodded, letting go.

You touched his cheek, and messed up his ponytail. He groaned, rolling his eyes. He put his hands in yours, and you gave him a cheeky grin. “Have a safe trip, Alexander. How about you start making some babies? I want to be an aunt already!“ he laughed, blushing.

"I’ll work on that. See you soon.” he squeezed your hand once more, then walked out, a man on a mission.

You looked at the other two, and they stood there, glancing back and forth. After a few seconds of Hamilton being gone, Laurens hooted.

“Now that the adults are gone, time to drink!” Mulligan laughed, and put on his special black hat for the occasion. You rolled your eyes.

“Maybe Lafayette and Hamilton are right, drinking isn’t that healthy…” You trailed off, and Mulligan stared at you, shocked.

“Don’t tell me you’ve become stiff, Wash?” You shrugged your shoulders, a serious expression on your face. When you looked at their disappointed faces, you broke into a grin.

“Are you kidding? Time for drinks boys!!” You all yelled, your arms wrapped around each other as you marched to the bar.


Valley Forge

In winter, you all were commanded to March to Valley Forge. Lafayette was to commanded various platoons, including yours. Hamilton made it back in time for the March, because General Washington needed him. You prayed that Lafayette would make it in time so that you could see him. The letters being sent back and forth were very flirtatious, and it made you slightly nervous to see him in person. 

As you all marched towards Yorktown, Laurens broke out in a sweat. You touched his forehead, making sure his temperature wasn’t high. He smiled at you, kissing your fingers. You blushed, quickly moving your fingers away. He looked shocked at what he’s done.

“I… uh-”

“What the hell man! You know Lafayette and Wash have a thing!” Hamilton hissed, a little bit aggressively if you did say so yourself. Laurens apologized, and you shook it off, the slight blush still there.

“It’s fine, Laurens. Lafayette and I are just friends…” You didn’t even believe the words coming out of your mouth yourself. Mulligan snickered, glancing over at you.

“Yea, right. You guys are practically courting now.” Mulligan said that a bit loud, making some privates look over at you four. 

Hamilton sighed, his hand to his forehead. “Hell… Lafayette would be disappointed in all of you…“

Comment ça? (How so?)“ You heard a voice from behind you. You jumped, immediately recognizing that French accent from anywhere.

“Stay centered in the timeless space of your conscious presence. This will allow you to have access to the silent mode of Being and consciously create from the awakened state.”  ~Anon I mus (No-self)

Be selfless, formless, nameless and timeless – free from any attachments, mental thought patterns and form-identities; simply resting in the stillness of Presence.    ~Anon I mus (Spiritually Anonymous)