#robespierre protection squad

[keepthyfaithandthylight]

“What was I made for…

Cause I, I..

I dont know how to feel,

But I wanna try… “

This song reminds me of Robespierre.

[fountain-ring]

A lil smth i did fr antoines bday

[edgysaintjust]

[grandmaspierre]

Saint-Just/ Eléonore everytime someone bothered Max:

Also @edgysaintjust, stop tuning into my personal Antoine man

[minthysugamon]

Everybody wants to Rule the World. (Part 2)

Noble Assistant,Sergeant! Namjoon x Assassin! Reader.

1789! AU

Word Count: 2,111 (angel number go brrr again)

Warnings: Slight misogyny,beheading,blood,death...i think that's all.

(Credit for the Original Photo: @/athenaa. I only edited it a little bit. But all credit goes to the original artist who posted the photo first in it's original version)

(Painting: La liberté guidant le peuple by Eugène Delacroix)

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12 Août,1787. (Flashback)

After reading every word of Voltaire,Maximilien became more and more riled up by the thrill of the revolution. The adrenaline of change was getting the best of him,he had no time to care about his little sister,(Y/n) Robespierre,who would simply block him from getting in the city. The Robespierre family was more than just concerned about their eldest child,the Gem of their family. (Y/n) hated the injustice their father casted upon them. She wanted to learn,he wouldn't let her. Henriette tried to reason her but stubborn,like her brother,she went up in Paris,alone,in the quest of knowledge.

After arriving at Le Marais,her first goal was to find her brother. Nothing more,nothing less. And finding him,she did. But not in his expected state. "Maximilien,laissez moi entrer.¹" A groan was heard from the man but he got up to let his sistet in. "What are you doing here? I told you to stay at home,in Arras. Is it so hard to follow my or father's wishes?" He sighed and pulled a chair out for her. 'How chivalrous.' (Y/n) thought to herself. "Mon frère,i came here to ask you a favor." Her eyes,full of hope,heart racing,the negative answer from him already anticipated. "And what would that favor be? If it's to join some political club,it's a no. And i won't listen to any begging. No is-" "I know. No is no. I don't even want to join those. All i wanted to ask from you is to teach me the art of law."

Maximilien sighed. He knew she will never be accepted as a lawyer,as much as she wanted. In the end,(Y/n) was a woman. Not a male apprentice. But a simple woman. "So...? Will you please teach me...?" Her voice resonated through the small living room,a hint of hope and a dust of desperation sticking to it. "No. I can't. I already taught you everything you had to know. I can't teach you more." Maximilien simply sat down on a chair,looking at her. How could have his sister,a woman from such a delicate mother,turned out like a man? "Is it because i'm a woman?" "It's because you won't be accepted. I'm only doing you a favor here,if you haven't noticed. Ta demande est ridicule. Et tu le sais très bien.² I won't let a Robespierre be turned into laughing stock. Not only your honor depends on it,but our whole family's."

Objecting her brother was the worst thing she could ever do. The man was stubborn and always stuck to his own ideologies for the better or the worst. "But you know-" "STOP IT. NOW. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THAT ANYMORE. I SAID NO. AND NOTHING WILL CHANGE THAT. YOU ARE A WOMAN. KNOW YOUR PLACE FOR GOD'S SAKE." The heavy breathing coming from the eldest was enough to make the atmosphere heavy between them. (Y/n) stood up and put the chair back as if she was never on it. "Alright. Thank you for your time,Maître Robespierre. Je me tâcherai à ne plus vous contre-dire.³" Stepping out of the residence,(Y/n) let the door slam against it's frame. The silence was too heavy around Maximilien. He wanted to tell her he's sorry,but he knew it won't change anything. Her pride was too high for her own good. So he put his aside for once,as unwilling as he was. "Alright. Come back. If you want to learn. You will learn. From me. But don't tell anyone about this. Est-ce clair?⁴"

The young woman's eyes lit up. For the first time,she achieved to coerce something useful out of her brother,something that will be helpful for her future. "Crystal clear,Maximilien." She did a 180 and started walking towards the door of the small and stuffed place the elder was living in,passing right beside him. "So? When do we start? I wanna know everything." An innocent but playful smile spreading on her face as she spoke took Maximilien by surprise. "Quoi?⁵ Not even a simple thank you?" The tone in his voice was laced with fake-hurt. He was annoyed but somewhat proud of her sister's persuasion skills. If she was a man,she would've been a very good lawyer. Putting ultimatums where they belong,it requires skill.

14 Juillet,1789.

After getting some powder,Namjoon was finally recharging his gun,the fact he owed his life to a revolutionist still had him shocked. 'Why?' wasn't his only question though,he wanted to know more about that woman. "COUPEZ-LUI LA TÊTE!⁶" the chant of the crowd grew louder and louder as his foster father was escorted by some peasants. While the sergeant of the troop was laying dead jn the hallway,the squad's organisation itself was frantic,none of them had endured such debauchery before.

"Sir,what should we do? We can't let the colonel down." One of the soldiers finally spoke up after a long moment of silence. His ears were ringing. The loud gun noises made him lose all auditory senses,but he still spoke up despite not being able to think clearly and having no military experience. "Wait here. If i signal the path is cleared,you follow. Divide in two divisions. We can't sacrifice anyone. If anything,i prefer sacrificing myself if there's a chance to lead you into safety. May God be with all of you."

Namjoon had no idea what came over him and moreover had no idea how to command,but he strong leadership De Launay has showed during his younger years may have stuck with him. One thing is sure,he won't commit the error of turning his troops against himself. Maybe getting killed was his destiny after all,but he would do everything in his power to not have the one who raised him killed. After hiding behind a pillar,the man signaled to the first troop to come and hide behind the chariot. The chariot the battle was going on for,the precious gun powder those uncultured men couldn't use. Hell,even him,he was new to the battle but the situation couldn't degrade more.

"Here's what we're going to do. We have to use up all the powder while the second troop can finally get to safety. Negociating with these savages already failed,we have to act." The youngest soldier, Nathanaël du Rhône, looked him in awe, their leader, Kim Namjoon, the man who was once a Stranger, was more worried about their safety than his. The newly appointed Staff Sergeant pointed to Nathanaël. "You. Signal to the others that they can come,then hide and leave. You have more than just a fight to live. The others,you come with me. Hide,aim and charge. I'll signal you when to shoot." De Launay has noticed his son due to his inattention,his hat was in the wrong direction. He simply smiled at the determination of the young chief then mouthed a simple 'You'll be alright son." in his direction while the three man were still escorting him out to the court of the prison.

"Wait....Now. Shoot." And the men acted as Namjoon said,including himself. They fired the shots,simultaneously touching the three who were holding the Colonel. Recharge,aim shoot again all the people who were flocking in the court. Once they had no other choice and were blocked,the hiding spot was discovered too. But he won't let his men down easily,he wasn't raised to do so. "Gather the explosives. We must light them and decimate the crowd or else this hell will never end."

After throwing one of the smoke torches in the crowd,he started running towards his elder, successfully stabbing one of the new detainers in the throat with the bayonette of his shotgun. "Père.⁷You must come. I beg you." De Launay simply nodded a no and smiled "My destiny was to die protecting the king and the prison. Now go before they get you too. You're too young to die." Namjoon wanted to do another round before he saw the head of the Colonel falling,in addition thhe man's blood splattered over his face as he wasn't more than 3 meters away. "Chef. Ils nous ont encerclé⁸. We must go." A new smoke torch was thrown by the youngest soldier on the ground,blinding the revolutionists as he held back his chief from going rampage over the ones who killed the one he called father. "NO I CAN'T. I CAN'T LET HIM DIE." Namjoon screamed frantically as Nathanaël was pulling him by the arm, at the same time asking for help from his troop mates. Two other men came to hold the new and young Sergeant down,escorting him to a hiding place,not wanting to lose their only commandant in this butchery.

15 Juillet,1789.

After staying up all night,the sun was rising. 'Finally', (Y/N) thought to herself. The night was long enough already when she simply had woken up from night terrors and waited for the light of the day to reassure her,but now that she had to wait for her brother, it seemed like an eternity. Sitting on the roof of the house Maître Robespierre lived in,she had the privilege to eat something that many couldn't, an apple. The thought of saving that guy in the early afternoon was prancing around her mind, not fully understanding why she did what she did. 'I should've killed him. Now he's one of my countless problems.' Her inner monologue was eating her up,much like she was munching on the green fruit. Due to the bad harvests of the previous years,it was as sour as her mood.

After finishing the apple,eating the core,even if it was more than just acidic and putting the seeds into a small pocket of her leather pants,she knew she should get down the roof and change back into her normal attire to hide her activity. As long as Maximilien didn't know about anything,she was safe. He wouldn't condone her actions even if she was killing the noblemen he oh so strongly opposed. As murderous as his desires were, the thought of a woman being better than him made his skin crawl. The crowd had finally died down too,people went back to their residences or the small shelter they were at to sleep,it was around two in the morning that the chants started to become more and more quiet and at three,not a single soul was seen wandering the streets. It was although now five in the morning and she knew,her brother would soon come back from the whorehouse he went to. After finally getting into her dress,she went out the door to finally get some bread. 'Oh to be a man and not give a piece of mind about the opinions of others.' she thought as she entered the local bakery.

"Bien le bonjour, mademoiselle⁹ ,early today,i see! Let me guess,the usual or are we changing it up today?" The baker, Jean-Hugues Lefèvre, was known for his kindness towards his costumers although since bread was a missing article nowadays,he always managed to sneak some to the poorest families,giving up his rations to save others. The baker had already started packing the two loaves,as usual until his actions were interrupted by (Y/n)'s voice.  "Just one loaf will be enough,thank you. I'm only buying for my brother,i am going back home today." As he was choosing the best loaf,he raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So soon? It hasn't been two months thought,as you said ten days ago." She smiled awkwardly,not knowing how to engage in the small talk,making herself feel smaller. "Well...i guess the Parisian air made me feel a little bit exthau-" her phrase couldn't be finished as somebody barged into the shop.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Lefèvre." The intruder was a tall man,smelling like gunpowder and cologne "Bonjour, Sergent Kim. Congratulations on your rank. You fought well. I am sorry about what happened with the Colonel. What can i serve you with?" Jean-Hugues gave (Y/N) the loaf as he told her the price and the  another man looked at her. "Three loaves please..." Thoughtful was the only way to describe him once he caught a look of the eyes of the woman,and (Y/N) had a suspicion why,so she ushered herself out of the bakery. "Wait a minute." The man called out. So she turned around "Yes?" Trying to seem confident out of the cape and mask that hid her face yesterday was harder to do than to say. "Haven't we met somewhere?" A genuine curiosity was displayed on his face. As much as she knew the right answer,the lie was necessary. "I don't think so. Have a nice day,Monsieur Lefèvre." And the girl started heading to the Robespierre residence.

Left dumbfounded and with three loaves for his 10 men, Namjoon was thinking about where he had seen those eyes before. "The girl from yesterday."

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Translations

¹ Let me enter

² Your request is ridiculous. And you know that well.

³ I'll make sure to never argue with you again.

⁴ Is it clear?

⁵ What?

⁶ Chop his head off!

⁷ Father.

⁸Chief,they have surrounded us.

⁹Well good morning there,Miss.

A/N: Hello there. There will be probably a part 3,but i don't know when. I don't promise it will be before april but i'll try to write it before. Please note that i try to stay as close to history as possible but as this is an AU,there are some modifications here and there. This is pure fiction please do not take this for something real. Thank you. (Only saying because i've gotten some hateful DMs bc of the first part).

[stargleeksil-blog]

Criminal Minds s02e08 Empty Planet review - or more aptly named, HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BREATHE AFTER THIS ONE?

Episode 08 – Empty Planet

So last episode was beyond controversial in my head. I hope this would be okay. Though the name suggests something seriously creepy is going to happen.

Let’s see what happens.

What is he making? That looks like a fucking bomb! Why is he phoning it in? what’s going on? Fuck. Shit. On a bus?

Oh god, this guy is completely over the hedge.

And he hides the bomb inside an umbrella? What?

Hey, Spencer is trying to be civil, why are you blowing him off, Jayje?

Homeland Security? Damn.

Oh god, I love Penelope’s hairstyle.

“Who can say no to me?” I know I can’t. XD I love this woman.

Yeah, if you don’t know where the bomb is gonna go kaboom, you have to contain it till the event happens and then investigate. Fuck. Otherwise everyone will panic and it would be worse.

Seattle. Oh jeez.

Did he just blow that bus up with a remote control? Fuck. That is nasty.

Maxmillien Robespierre: “Crime butchers innocents to secure a prize. And innocence struggles with all its might against the attempt of crime.” Wow, this guy is deep. Who is he?

“So Seattle is where it all began.” “We just need to figure out what it is. And off the top of my head all I can think of is grunge music and overpriced coffee.” I love you, Derek! I love you, Reid! Let’s kick this episode right. Whoo! Kidding, people are dead, let’s get straight to it.

They’re teaming up with the Seattle FBI, damn.

Wait. Derek was on bomb squad? Hot and dangerous. Love him.

So they’re trying to lure him out by stressing that the case isn’t a terror attack? Smart.

So if I wanted, I could use a remote control from a toy I bought from a toy-store, attach some explosive detonator, and kaboom? Well, fuck!

Dried peas. Hmm. Controlled explosion?

Etched on it is a robot with an arrow through it? Kind of weird. Anti technology. Damn. Time to call in my hottie.

“Hey, doll-face, ready to work some magic for me?” “Challenge me, you beautiful behavioral analyst.” Rawr, I love you too so much.

“Morgan, challenge me. Doesn’t even raise my blood pressure.” Well, hot damn.

“My loony opposites.” LOL

“Disguised young guy went crazy on a bunch of computers at a science lab, screaming, ‘we will soon be the slaves and the machines will be the masters.’ Yikes. That would totally suck for me. I’m surrounded in here …” “Come one, what are you worried about? You got me to protect you.” “Now that gets my blood up.”

Mine too, girl.

Floppy disk bombs?

“Who uses floppy disks anymore?” “Right, agent Brain, that was the point of the attack.”

Oh my god, I love the dialogue in this episode so much.

And again, that skewered robot is cropping up. Damn.

F.F.T. Brigade. Sounds pretentious and really non professional. Allegro. Made up!

What! He just blew a bomb when they were on the phone with him? Damn.

He’s brazen.

So let me get this straight, he got the name from a book depicting the takeover of machines and robots over the earth. Where the robot who was originally a guy kills his mom? Or something like that? I’m confused.

And now, apparently, the target was some dude who works on creating artificial life forms? Damn.

And he’s a total douche.

The doc is friend with the author of ‘Empty Planet’ (which is a fictitious book in this series, I love it!) and turns out that David Hansberry is a pseudonym.

“Her name, you cute little chauvinist, is Ursula Kent.” Yup. She totally just schooled Derek’s ass. I love it!

“Oh you are the light of my life, sweet lady.” “Je suis toujours ici pour toi, mon cher.” “Drives me crazy when you speak that ‘voulez coucher’ stuff to me. Stop it! Au revoir, crazy girl.”  Oh my god, this little bit of dialogue just made me melt on the inside and that is something that is pretty hard to do considering I have copious amounts of fat in this lump of flesh. Lol.

Oh my god, Reid begins to explain what Dr. Cooke said and Gideon’s like, dude, I get it, don’t. I love this dynamic duo.

Goon squad? Did you just call my sweet cheeks a goon? Fuck you, Cooke!

“Ever talk to someone who wants to continually show you he’s smarter than you?” (Derek indicating Spencer) “Every day.” Hey, that’s not nice, baby. Play nice.

Spencer, you’re not helping yourself. Hahahaha oh my god I love those two.

Six? Did Reid just say he read a post-modern science-fiction novel at six? What? And did Derek just say he was still riding with training wheels when he was six? Oh my god, I just died from the cuteness.

It’ll take him 10 minutes to buy and read the book? What? He’s nuts.

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I’m sorry. I simply didn’t have the words to express what I was feeling the moment it happened.

Dr. Cooke’s car exploded when he was still in it.

I am writing as if I’m a robot right now. Because I am in shock. What the fuck did I just witness? Fuck you, loser.

Allegro. You fuckhead. I really hate you, you weirdo psycho.

Oh Reid, you clueless doodlebug.

What the fuck? Waterworks? Another bomb? Damn.

Well, a guy who has a very loose grip on reality will think a fantasy book is real. Yup. She just found out about Cooke.

Damn. At least they found the other bomb.

Another? What the fuck?

Wait. She has a necklace of the robot with an arrow through it? Oh my god.

Ooooh, if he’s pissing Derek, I don’t want to be in his shoes. Damn.

No one reads as fast as Reid. True.

Hahaha, she was just watching Reid like, what the fuck is this guy made of? Oh boy.

Wait. Another professor is being targeted? Oh no. Please. Save her. Please.

Thank goodness.

Shit. There’s a fucking bomb under her seat like Cooke’s. Fuck.

Let’s hope there’s no mercury.

What? Morgan is staying with this lady till they’re taking the bomb out and disposing of it? Oh my god, I love you Derek, but I am not ready to lose you just yet. Oh my goodness. I just fell in love. All over again.

And I know, I know Derek Morgan is a fictional character, you don’t have to explain that to me, I’m a highly-educated woman, with a bachelor’s from the Hebrew University of Jerusalem in English Literature and Linguistics, I understand there is a difference between fiction and reality; but you cannot tell me that when you watch this, you didn’t fall just that little bit more in love with Shemar and Derek.

Aww, Gideon is expressing the depth of his relationships with the team. I love you all.

Yes! She got the bomb safely! Thank the goodness of Derek’s heart. Fuck.

Wait. What? Oh I get it. They have to let him think that the whole thing was successful.

Hahahaha, Reid wanted another book. I love him.

“That was the only story I needed to tell.” That is a genius response, lady.

Wait. Is she not telling them something?

Kenneth Roberts? So she does have a student in mind.

What is going on here?

Why did she throw her book?

I don’t get it.

So I was right? Oh god. I thought I misunderstood him, but yikers.

The whole book is told from the mother’s point of view? Form Ursula’s?

So Allegro is eventually going to kill her? Oh god.

You know, he doesn’t seem that crazy right now.

Okay, now he looks dangerous.

Oh god. He is adopted and he thinks Ursula is his mom? But she gave up a baby for adoption! And he thinks he’s that baby? That was the inspiration for the book? Oh god.

Hey! Why did you hang up you crazy loon?

Oh god, he’s abducting her to finish his story? God. This guy is sick in the head.

She gave up a girl. It’s not him. It’s all for nothing. Damn.

Oh my god, he’s insane!

Oh god! He has a fucking bomb, and he’s gonna blow them both up if they do something sudden. God.

Sniper!

And she took it instead? What? Oh my god, what the fuck has she done?

Oh god, thank god it’s her shoulder. That sniper is the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen in the FBI. I thought they had psych evals.

So JJ, Reid and Hotch are playing poker. Hotch goes off and tells them not to cheat, and immediately Reid looks at his cards. I love this show.

Hahahahahahhahaha

Oh my god I just died. So Reid is trying to romanticize science-fiction to JJ, and she’s like “Let me save you the time, Reid, I am never going to ComicCon with you.” Oh honey, why break my baby’s heart like that?

Gin!

She just won! Damn!

“Genius Dr. Reid let you win.” Uh huh.

Oh my god, so Derek knows what Gideon said about him? And now Gideon thinks Reid tattled, and he’s acting all innocent. I love Gubler beyond measure.

Gideon is really tough. On the outside. But on the inside he’s a mushy wittle teddy bear that I just want to squeeze and hug all the time.

God. They’re so tough on the outside that it’s hard to express emotions, and they’re so vulnerable at the same time and that’s what makes me love them even more. I love you guys so much!

 Okay, so this episode really played on my fangirl emotions. I mean, really. This was just beyond unfair. So they have science-fiction involved. They have COPIOUS amounts of Penelope and Derek flirting to the point that I think I might need to set an appointment with my dentist. They blow people up like it’s just another day at the office. They put my chocolate Adonis in harm’s way and make him a hero and make me melt like butter. They show Reid’s sassy side at Gin, and they show Gideon’s soft underbelly? I just can’t with these amazing writers and actors. I just fucking can’t.

God. This episode was amazing.

Really looking forward to the next one.

[keepthyfaithandthylight]

These are the times that I wish I was better at drawing, but here is this.

Saint-Just, Le Bas and Robespierre Thermidor sadness once again.

Inspired by the painting “Courage, Anxiety and Despair: Watching the Battle” by James Sant (pictured below)

When I tell you the immense love and admiration I have for this painting, it can not be measured.

[keepthyfaithandthylight]

Desmoulins: “you act like you’re better than everyone but you have the brain of a bird.”

Saint-Just: “I’m sorry I’m going to need you to clarify, are we talking about the brain of a crow or the brain of a pigeon?”

Robespierre, offended, from the background in a chair: “hey!”

[keepthyfaithandthylight]

Everyone, quick, tell me frev anecdotes and facts, I’ve been away too long and my memory is foggy ever since I got COVID last summer-

I need a refresher crash course on the main five, how can I have my claws out for them if I can’t even remember their anecdotes.

[keepthyfaithandthylight]

I feel like they’d be happy to see me, a woman, pursuing a higher education, perhaps.

[keepthyfaithandthylight]

Idea, everyone.

In case you are unaware, I have a deep love for Studio Ghibli. I also love frev, though that should be quite obvious. You may be wondering where this is actually going.

I dont know if this idea could ever come to fruition, but I would love to see a Studio Ghibli style movie about Robespierre. The beautiful artwork of Hayao Miyazaki and the wonderful music of Joe Hisaishi would be such a wonderful treat if paired with frev. I can see it being a wonderful film, or even short animation.

Just picture it, a young Robespierre and Desmoulins in their schooldays, chatting lightheartedly as the former tends to a pigeon in a park.

Perhaps, years later and well into the revolution, Robespierre and Saint Just, too.

I truly think it would be a beautiful film or animation, if created with the right heart. I would love to see it.

[keepthyfaithandthylight]

Having been absent from the frev community for a while I seem to have forgotten how wrongly remembered a lot of these individuals are.

Im reminded, now, that Maximilien Robespierre was not a heartless dictator as many would have us believe, who’s sole thought was bloodshed. Instead, he was a shy, quaint individual who had an affinity for oranges and loved his dog and friends. A man who’s dogedness for liberty and willingness to fight tooth and nail for the people and country he loved should be admired.

Im reminded that Saint Just was not a cold, heartless revolutionary, blinded by ambition, but felt emotion, empathy, compassion for those he cared about who describe him as charming, kind, gentle in aspects that relate to the world beyond his work. That he was loyal to those he cared about, almost to a fault. That he most likely had to witness his own friend turn the barrel of a gun on himself and commit suicide during the events of thermidor, as well as seeing Robespierre get shot in the jaw.

Im reminded that they were human. Humans feel. They care. They form bonds and relationships and only those who truly know us can help to portray an accurate version of us when we are gone, especially if we leave few footprints.

[keepthyfaithandthylight]

Would the frev main five be good at comforting someone if they found them crying, but I go alarmingly into detail.

Georges Danton: probably not, but he actually might try. He might bully you a bit and make some very offhanded comments, but if he sees that you’re genuinely upset he might (key word: might) offer some well meaning (albeit sometimes horrendously delivered) words of wisdom and comfort. Maybe even a pat on the back. Chances are, however, he’s going to make you feel like crap, either by accident or on purpose.

Camille Desmoulins: he’s going to try his darn diddly darnedest to help you out, but I feel like it might not end well. Would his intentions be good? Theres a fair chance that the answer is yes. However, much like Danton, the execution might be terribly off. Then again, knowing that he tried to be a lawyer but couldn’t because he would get too emotional in court, maybe he would just start crying with you. This could be either great or terrible because “nice! Solidarity!” Or… you get the point. However, that being said, I feel like he could pull it off somehow, too. Initially, he might give some words of advice before transitioning to trying to make you smile or laugh in any way he can.

Jean Paul Marat: short answer, no. Absolutely not. He would be far too consumed with sniffing out the anti-revolutionary conspirators that needed to be sent to the guillotine. Now, if you’re sitting there in such a mess that it is distracting him from his work then he might bite and help you out, but it will be very obvious that he would rather be elsewhere. Not that he was heartless, I doubt that, just that he seems like he would have the same response to a crying individual as my former art teacher, this being “I need you to leave the room.” Said in a very stern, very judgmental tone. Might even make you cry harder.

Maximilien Robespierre: actually, yes, I feel like he would be. Taken aback, caught off guard and obviously uncomfortable for a few minutes? Yes. But, once he gets his bearings I feel like he would be good at comforting someone. Perhaps he would sit beside them and gently go about helping them through their difficulties, offering a hand or a tissue when needed with a sympathetic gaze thats a warm hug as is. Overall, if I was having a meltdown in a janky stairwell, Id want Robespierre to find me.

Antoine de Saint Just: coin toss wild card. Much like Robespierre, I feel like he would feel VERY caught off guard and extremely out of his element if he had to comfort someone. But, if there was no one else helping I feel like he would step up to bat. Might offer a very stiff pat on the back, or one armed hug (stiff full on hug if its a real code red emotional crisis). I feel like, once you get past the tough shell, he would be a good silent listener. He might sprinkle in some advice here and there, but if you want silent and unspoken consolation, he’s your guy.

[keepthyfaithandthylight]

‘Vertu Fatale’

I havent drawn him in a long time, but something within me really wanted to draw Robespierre. So, as I sit and procrastinate on falling asleep despite having to wake up early for a two hour exam, here he is.

Maximilien Robespierre.

If you all remember the piece I wrote a while back for him (‘Virtue: A Lament For Robespierre’), this is partially inspired by that, or in the very least follows the same theme. Anyway, here he is.

[keepthyfaithandthylight]

Hello frev people , I have arrived at 5 a.m. (no, I have not slept) with more good ending Saint Just for you. (Yes, I purposefully wrote that to sound like a multi-outcome video game ending.)

Imagine if Robespierre comes over to visit every once in a while. After a while, maybe he starts showing up with a cane. His eyesight is getting poorer, a few creases and wrinkles show up in his face and seem to grow deeper or multiply each visit and Saint Just is always surprised to find this each time.

Robespierre would be pleased to find out that, after moving to the country, Saint-Just had gotten a herding dog. Every time they sit down to chat and have a drink or two, the dog is always by it’s master’s side either sitting obediently or laying down, silently.

I think, regardless of where life would have thrown them after the revolution, no matter how far out into the country Saint-Just would have gone, they would have still made an effort to see each other and communicate, to remain friends. And I have no doubt the same could be said for Philippe Le Bas, too.

[keepthyfaithandthylight]

My post asking if I should pick up the Robespierre musical again was met with a resounding yes, so without further ado…

The Robespierre musical shall be revived (once I can get up and stop procrastinating on writing the songs-)