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"practice," Monsieur had been put through the dancing classes along with the King as a child, something that his mother had insisted on, he could lead, follow, whatever was needed depending on the partner. He and his lovers often switching during the longer dances just to keep it interesting, also learning to follow due to the few women who insisted on leading that were found in the court, not wanting his feet stepped on or both trying to lead ended in a crash on the floor. "do you need a reprieve?" he offered, his own face slightly flushed from the fast movements, "I know my brother has at least provided the best of the vine for this," the music slowing down to another piece for another dance.

“May I have this dance?” She didn't mind that she was asking another woman to dance. From what she could tell, her future partner was beautiful.

Philippe smiled, he and his cousin had cohorted and turned up in shepherdess costume, much to the chagrin of his brother, who knew immediately who the darker haired, more lithe figure was, the patterned mask accenting the blue eyes he shared with the older Bourbon. He nodded, knowing his voice would give him away, allowing her to lead him out on the dance floor. Monsieur was very good at dances, enjoying watching his skirts swirl across the floor, the song ending and going into another, “You dance beautifully,” he finally answered, peeking out from under his mask for a brief moment, only long enough for her to see it was the Duke of Orleans she danced with, an amused smirk on his features.

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"I'm not sure, just to see what they've done, if any secret little hiding places of mine were discovered, or if there is still Louis' ring in a hidden cabinet that I took out of anger once," he laughed at the memory of years ago, the little hidden pockets and drawers he had used to steal away and hide important things, personal items, belongings, things of his mother, brother, letters, "although...staying the night would be interesting, have the pick of the rooms," a little mischievous glint in his blue eyes glittered at the idea. "I usually find someone who's...below the radar, criminals, the like that make it more fun, it's good to know there's a place though," he could find dens of crime easily, follow the smell of fear covered in false bravado, their thoughts mixtures of atrocities not yet done, and done. It made him feel better about feeding off humans if he knew he was ridding the world of one less dreg of society. During the French Revolution it had been revolutionaries, taking his anger out on those who beheaded his great granddaughter, grand nephew, their children who had been innocents in it all.

"I know much. That your appetite is for blood, and that you were once the Duc de Orleans," the woman said, leaning against the wall with a smile. She stood and curtsied. "I was Hortense Mancini...Your Highness."

Within the centuries that had passed, Philippe had wandered, getting lost in the new mixed with the old that made up Europe. Hearing the old title after all these years was odd, and of all places the old gardens of the Chateau de St Cloud, the only thing that remained of his favorited old home, he visited them late at night when no one was around, accessing it through an entrance that had survived and he had used when he didn’t want to be seen back in the old days. Paris still his favorite city, now filled with ghosts, and now an old friend he hadn’t expected to ever see again, “was?” he asked, smiling a little at the curtsy, “I didn’t think one changed much, there’s still a Duke somewhere in here I think,”

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"How do you people live like this!?" from an enraged Liselotte

"we...just do?" Philippe answered, "inhale, exhale air like so," he held his arms out and walked about in a circle, "we walk about, eat, drink, ignore my brother's...eccentricities.." he paused, trying to think of a way to explain his brother without it sounding too cynical.

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Royalty Starters

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My Odd OOC Musings

We've been stuck in ice and snow for a week, I've not been to work and the internet has been off. I went from overworked, wanting to pull my hair out or just sleep when not teaching, to just sitting here and yelling at the internet to work.

It's finally back to some sort of normal where I can get pages to load. I've been watching the Marie Antoinette series from the Ovation who did Versailles, Louis XVI makes me want to shake him and go "SLEEP WITH YOUR WIFE!" I wonder if Louis XIV's ghost is just screaming from somewhere at him as well, and Philippe cackling. Many don't realize despite being Austrian, Marie Antoinette was Philippe's great granddaughter, through he and Lislotte's daughter. It gave me this idea of what if the previous royals were all secretly immortal? And Philippe and Louis XIV could find ways to guide the two unfortunate royals. I honestly don't think they would have had patience with them with how France was at the time. This is my history brain going to work honestly.

I'll be on Philippe for a bit tonight, if anyone wants to write or send a ask game or you have an idea. I'm off tomorrow as well, again. I'm getting tired of these four walls, but thankfully now my internet likes me again.

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Me as a Person: Philippe de Orleans was fashion forward, intelligent, knew peoples royal pedigrees back to the age of William the Conqueror, and wore loud floral perfume.

Me as a History teacher to teenagers: So this is Louis XIV's younger brother, he was gay, wore dresses, told his brother he'd stop being gay when Louis stopped sleeping with all the women at court then sashay'd away.

My Students: YAAASS HE WAS GIRL BOSS!

....who let me teach teenagers who now want to make a giant poster of Monsieur with"gatekeep, girl boss" or something or another?

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Superhero/Sidekick Sentence Starters

“Keep your head down!” 

“Jeez, what are you, my parent?” 

“I can prove to you that I’m ready for a mission!” 

“Can you teach me? Please?” 

“Why would I take a scruffy troublemaker like you in under my wing?” 

“Stop using your powers so brazenly!” 

“Are you alright?!” 

“I am NOT wearing that!” 

“Can you /please/ change your color scheme?” 

“Sorry but __ was already taken.” 

“You did good out there.” 

“Nice job! Couldn’t have done a better job myself.” 

“Woah, where’s the fire?” 

“What’s your /real/ name?” 

“Not going to lie, kid, but you wouldn’t last five seconds fighting bad guys on your own.” 

“Who let an asshole be a superhero anyway?” 

“You stole my ___ and went out on your own, didn’t you?!” 

“I told you I could do it!” 

“You have to watch for civilians while I’m engaging the enemy, alright?” 

“What’s your capture count right now?” 

“Superhero, more like superjerk.” 

“That’s so cool!!” 

“Hey, aren’t you __?” 

“I haven’t seen a hero like you before.” 

“Aw, you think you can go out and play hero with the big league. Cute.” 

“Sit still, I’m trying to patch you up!” 

“You’re a fool if you think you can go in without help!” 

“Let me help!” 

“Are you okay?”

“Haven’t seen that before.” 

“…Did I kick your ass last week…?” 

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“ it was not my choice. It was my duty so that I would not be a cloud over the sun “ 

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“Shut Up, Bard,”

New Jaskier/Dandelion independent roleplay. Currently only Netflix canon up to end of season 2. Willing to branch into the games canon. Will RP with oc’s and any verses. 18+ only please. Writer is also 18+.

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Rules

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i am a forgetful role player.

     sometimes i will post inbox calls, starter calls or interaction calls and i will happily begin … when i have muse for it, and sometimes i will lack muse, and i may forget about it all.

     that is not because of you, the other part.

     forgetfulness is something that we often frown upon, take as an insult directly towards us as a person. “but they never write to me”, “they always forget about me”, “i’m not gonna interact because they always forget” and while these things are totally valid, it must be said that forgetting things are human. not only is it human, but we should allow role players to be forgetful every now and then, simply because many, if not all, have lives outside of Tumblr that require a lot of them.

     my forgetfulness is never directed towards you as a person.

     my forgetfulness is never directed towards your creations.

     sometimes i forget because …

i am tired.

i have a lot on my mind.

i get lost in other tasks.

i have to prioritize.

i bite over more than i can chew.

i simply forget.

     therefore it must be said, have patience. reach out. don’t just sit back and huff about how you “always seem to be forgotten”. some folks have a lot on their minds, and that needs to be allowed.

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Philippe was used to gossip about everyone, there wasn’t a single person he didn’t know about, either from his own snooping or his lover, Lorraine who had the better aptitude for gossip than Monsieur did. He was after all, brother of the King of France and was expected to act a certain way, however Philippe challenged that, open about his male lovers, cross dressing at costumes balls just to irritate Louis. He had been about to take a drink when he felt the woman bump into him, hiding outside himself from the stuffiness of the people inside, he held the crystal glass out so the champagne spilled in the ground instead of his new coat, “it’s fine, one needs air from that inside sometimes,” if it hadn’t been him she bumped into there would have been a scene, “Monsieur, or Your Grace, is fine,” a snap of delicate fingers and new glasses of the gold drink was provided as well as a towel in case of spills. “Are you alright Mademoiselle…or is there a title?” He had seen her about and heard low murmurs, but had been wrapped in his own bubble of dramatics and courtiers.

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Objectively Honey knew that being in this position was a good thing for her. It would open so many doors and might give her the opportunity to lead a good life on her own. Unfortunately though it was clear to her that everyone knew who she was. A ward of an old family friend and whilst he might have held a title it didn’t save her from gossip. The crazy that might have run in her family didn’t make her a sought after bride. And strangely she was okay with that. She didn’t feel like she fit in here at all. Taking a moment to get some air she had bumped into him. “Oh gosh. I am so sorry, My Lord. Or Your Grace. Or– I’m sorry. I’m not very good at this.”

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"Listen to this though, I'm trying to figure what he's prattling on about," Philippe interrupted the silence, leaning across the table, a small book of poetry in his delicate hands,

"Thus sir, you see what human nature craves: Most men are cowards, all men should be knaves. The difference lies, as far as I can see, Not in the thing itself, but the degree, And all the subject matter of debate Is only: Who’s a knave of the first rate?"

He ended and closed the book, his thumb holding the spot, "It's satire, he's English I believe, I found it in some of Henriette's old things, the better of the knaves? Who's best at it? I hear this poet has insulted the King of England once or twice, and sounds intriging," his dark hair fell in his eyes as he explained the background on the writer, whispering softly so none heard him in the salon but the person he spoke to across from him. Monsieur wasn't one to bother others with his taste in poetry and writings, but he had gotten turned about on this poem and needed an outside opinion.

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So about four days before the school year started, I got my "big history teacher job" with my own classroom and my own students and my own everything. That is where I've been, teaching and coming home and just sort of collapsing into the sweet sweet arms of sleep. I had no intention of disappearing like I did, that job just jumped at me and I've hit the ground running every since.

Today is a chill day so I was able to hop on and finally tell you guys where I've been. I've had several students say I'm their favorite teacher, they have accidentally gotten babbled to about Philippe.

MY MOTHER GOT ME A CAMEO OF ALEXANDER VLAHOS CONGRATULATING ME ON MY JOB. So hearing VlaVla say my name, and be genuinely excited for me, and then speak french as Philippe, well lets just say my life was made.

I'm planning on being back on here. I get an hour for lunch and I can do whatever I wish, I'm usually in my classroom eating and on the computer anyway. I've also figured out my sleep schedule and not so tired that I just sleep. I'm an overachiever and get all my paperwork and grades done at school, so I don't bring it home in the afternoons and my weekends aren't spent freaking out over work.

But yes, I'll be about today, seeing what all I've missed and replying to the few that aren't too far back. If you want to continue our plot please let me know! I'm always willing to continue any of them, I just never know if my writing partner is still interested.

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She was a woman that many did not truly know…she was the wife of a Marquis and now she had been offered a position on the Queen’s court, which she had to admit she had scrunched her nose upon learning of the position from her husband but there had been a light within the dark storm cloud….she could get close to the one she wished her…the King… but it would take time as his eyes were set for someone else but this day, she would not think of any of this..

…but this day…was a day of Church…the day of true gossip and people watching…

“Perhaps, I can but some days his words are quite entertaining…or even amusing as to make one laugh.”   She replied to the King’s brother…he was flirtatious and a bit flamboyant into which many did not understand but she had enough of him at court and already liked him.  @leducdeorleans​ Philippe was one like she…one for living and loving.  Her words were jovial as she took the seat next to him watching courtesans find their places amongst the others.  Whispers and words began to insult her ears before she leaned against Philippe.

“Who shall we begin with?  Should judge as God would or should we be condescending as humans would?”  

He raised a royal eyebrow at the whispers, watching the women hide their faces behind their little fans, not wanting the disapproval of a Fils de France, just in case Philippe had any sway over his brothers choosing of his mistresses, “A little of both, maybe, for the fun of it,” he said, leaning in close to her so his words would only reach her ears, feigning a deep thought, a small smug smile on his lips, he had already heard of Montespan, liking what he heard, and took up any chance for gossip, 

“Marquis de Cavoye is apparently my brothers Grand Marshall now, even though he was terribly scandalised for dueling over his affair with the Marquis de Courcelles wife, but, I suppose if you are childhood friends of the king, that’s water under the bridge,” he nodded in direction of the man, who had seated himself rather comfortably across the way from Monsieur and Montespan, “he also completely destroyed Courcelle’s maison, and build a new one in its place, I don’t see how Marquis de Courcelles can sit near and not want to duel him again,” 

Philippe kept on top of gossip, tensions in the courts, it kept him entertained at the most when he was forced to sit through one of his brother, the King’s boring ordeals. If Monsieur didn’t know it, he would find it out sooner or later from the Chevalier de Lorraine, or one of his other many friends at court. 

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Philippe felt as if this mass would go on forever and it hadn’t even started yet, his foot bouncing slightly in the air from where he had his legs crossed, pretending to read the copy of his bible, but it was a copy of Gargantua, tucked away secretly so that only the reader would know it wasn’t the holy books. He smirked to himself, the war over fouaces erupting in the story, trying not to look too suspicious to those around him, the nobility believing lately that his urgent study of his bible was faith, when it was really childish boredom and he’d lost interest in the sermon long ago on the days the priest got particularly long winded. 

“Such noble faith is to be admired, no? Monsieur at the feet of the holy word of the Lord?” 

he smiled to himself hearing the words flutter to the front, “Or the feet of Gargantua, trying to stop the war over airy bread...” he muttered to himself, snapping the book shut when he saw the arrival of the Madame de Montespan. His brother had asked him to introduce himself, and he’d heard of her wit, maybe it wouldn’t be too boring then. He cleared his throat for her attention, looking at the seat next to him, “Madame, maybe you can make the word of our God more entertaining today?” he asked.

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I had unexpected family trouble, then this week has been insane with two funerals and two graduations to attend. I’m back though and going to work on replies and other things. I hated having to dive out but goodness, I got hit with a brick wall of one tragedy after another. 

I also had a notification that said Philippe’s blog is now 3 years old. Wow. I didn’t think it had been that long!