Hi everyone ! I just want to let everyone know that ill be signing off for a while. Dont feel like its your fault, because it isnt. Its just personal reasons, and i hope you understand!! I still love everyone and all the fun we had!! So please forgive me. I just need to get back into the bible because i feel that i haven’t been doing it enough lately. Please understand that this isnt permenant!!! this does mean that the blogs @c-hendrixx @william-laurens @saturn-official will all be down for the time being so don’t expect asks on there to be answered!!

all the love, ghosty

Ooc//I saw this and wanted to do this too

Trauma candy salad!

Hi I'm Freddie and I was raised very harshly by my maternal grandparents until I was 10 and I brought classic Haribos :D

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Hello, I am Conan Hendrix, I was shunned by my parents because of my vitiligo up untill adulthood, I was abused by everyone in my family, I was shot 4 times during and after the war, and I brought sour trolli gummy worms

been meaning to draw this for a bit

I understand, my friend. William was almost shot too.

*He lifts up his sleeve to show a scar*

If I hadn’t blocked them, they would have shot him straight in the heart.

I can imagine his death would have caused great distress.

I, myself, got saved by Jonathan. A rebel aimed to hit me somewhere it would have meant intant death, but Jonathan- oh

He sighs and looks away

Jonathan pushed me out of the way. It was only gods work the bluecoat had not hit him in the neck. I do not know what I would have done had he died that day... he is the only person keeping me afloat this moment.

I understand, and have felt the same as you.

Not only is Johnathan a good man, but he’s also a loyal friend to you, correct? It’s crazy that he’d risk his life to save you. No offense of course, but he must truly value your friendship.

Things that Would Kill a Continental Army Soldier (Modern Day)

hello dark mode users :)

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I understand, my friend. William was almost shot too.

*He lifts up his sleeve to show a scar*

If I hadn’t blocked them, they would have shot him straight in the heart.

Guys, I made an edit❤️

Lesbian. 🫵🏻

You liar! I am not a...sodomite!

Sodomite. 🫵🏻

Hey! Now you're just being plain insulting.

Girl kisser. 🫵🏻

Are you trying to annoy me?! Because it's working. I am not a girlkisser, lesbian, sodomite, or any other thing! I am a widow in mourning. Yes...definitely mourning. I am truly heartbroken about my husband's death, by the way!

Suurrreee…

Lesbian. 🫵🏻

You liar! I am not a...sodomite!

Sodomite. 🫵🏻

Hey! Now you're just being plain insulting.

Girl kisser. 🫵🏻

Lesbian. 🫵🏻

You liar! I am not a...sodomite!

Sodomite. 🫵🏻

Lesbian. 🫵🏻

You liar! I am not a...sodomite!

Liar.

Lesbian. 🫵🏻

Commas are important, my fellow British friends. Example given:

My dearest, Adele

DOES NOT EQUAL:

My dearest Adele

ONE of these is sodomy!!!! The OTHER is just two women being friends!!!!!!!!!!

Hmm. Okay.

Nothing of your concern, of course. Just letting my eyes wander. Do you need anything, sir?

*Clearly he was lying. He didn’t think you’d hear, nor understand him.

Henry snorted under his breath; he saw right through the frenchmans faux kindness, yet he decided to say nothing. Making enemies never seemed to end well, to be fair, he'd simply have to ask Hamilton what his words meant.

He hummed in acknowledgment. "No, I simply haven't seen a frenchman in the area for quite some time."

I understand. I hear that often. I’m always anywhere but my home country. I don’t enjoy being there. Neither does my family enjoy my presence in France. *He would whisper under his breath. Obviously, there’s something about him that his family dislikes him for. It may be the dark markings on his face. Like that of a Dalmatian.

"Ah." Henry absentmindedly fidgeted with the knot on his cravat, searching for something to say. He had heard the man mumble something, though it was discernible from where he stood. "Well, I'm Henry. Pleasure to meet you." He gingerly stuck out his hand, awaiting a returned greeting.

Conan tucks his hair behind his ear before hesitantly shaking the man’s hand.

“Conan. Conan Hendrix.”

He doesn’t return any sort of smile. Conan has a strong distrust for redcoats, but he tries his best to keep his hatred under the surface.

"Right, then," Henry murmured, retracting his hand awkwardly. He glanced around the bar, his gaze landing on anything but the man that stood in front of him. He could sense Conan's unease, or, well, more so disdain, for where he found himself. Most frenchman are distrustful towards the British anyhow.

*Conan didn’t just want to leave this conversation here. He wanted to know more about the redcoats. Sure, he isn’t actually a spy, but he was going to get all the information he could get. For personal use, and for his side of the war.

By the looks of your uniform, you’re a part of the British army, correct?

"Hm? Oh, yes, I am," Henry hummed. He was aware he was to be careful when discussing the matters of the British army to others, especially those who seem to have ill intent. Conan didnt particularly strike him as one to have ill intentions, but then again, the French often side with the rebels.

Henry scoffed to himself - damn those rebels.

*Conan glares at him but suppresses any anger that could rise into fight.

Well, you’re lucky to be a part of those redcoats, oui? With the powerful soldiers you have, you must be proud, right?

Henry raises his eyebrow, crossing his arms. He stared at the frenchman with a cocked head.

"I suppose so, yes? Its certainly an advantage," he says hesitantly.

*He bites his lip before speaking again

Anyways, forgetting the topic of war, tell me about yourself. Family, background, things like that.

*Everytime he speaks you hear that strong French accent. He takes another sip of alcohol and sets the glass down softly. Awaiting your answer*

Henry furrowed his brow lightly, looking at Conan with a inquisitive glare.

"Not much to say," he eventually shrugged. "I did what most men did; grew up and joined the army." Now, its not as if the army was his first choice - he never liked the idea of being a soldier - but damn it all to hell if he would say anything too personal to a man he had just met.

*He wasn’t expecting something so simple. He knew that Henry was just trying to keep his privacy but he expected a bit more than that.

So, I guess I might share then. Obviously, I’m from France. I have five sisters and a brother. And, i do have this skin condition as you can see, my face and arms are covered in dark patches.

*Conan seems to be a bit of a chatty drunk.

Nothing of your concern, of course. Just letting my eyes wander. Do you need anything, sir?

*Clearly he was lying. He didn’t think you’d hear, nor understand him.

Henry snorted under his breath; he saw right through the frenchmans faux kindness, yet he decided to say nothing. Making enemies never seemed to end well, to be fair, he'd simply have to ask Hamilton what his words meant.

He hummed in acknowledgment. "No, I simply haven't seen a frenchman in the area for quite some time."

I understand. I hear that often. I’m always anywhere but my home country. I don’t enjoy being there. Neither does my family enjoy my presence in France. *He would whisper under his breath. Obviously, there’s something about him that his family dislikes him for. It may be the dark markings on his face. Like that of a Dalmatian.

"Ah." Henry absentmindedly fidgeted with the knot on his cravat, searching for something to say. He had heard the man mumble something, though it was discernible from where he stood. "Well, I'm Henry. Pleasure to meet you." He gingerly stuck out his hand, awaiting a returned greeting.

Conan tucks his hair behind his ear before hesitantly shaking the man’s hand.

“Conan. Conan Hendrix.”

He doesn’t return any sort of smile. Conan has a strong distrust for redcoats, but he tries his best to keep his hatred under the surface.

"Right, then," Henry murmured, retracting his hand awkwardly. He glanced around the bar, his gaze landing on anything but the man that stood in front of him. He could sense Conan's unease, or, well, more so disdain, for where he found himself. Most frenchman are distrustful towards the British anyhow.

*Conan didn’t just want to leave this conversation here. He wanted to know more about the redcoats. Sure, he isn’t actually a spy, but he was going to get all the information he could get. For personal use, and for his side of the war.

By the looks of your uniform, you’re a part of the British army, correct?

"Hm? Oh, yes, I am," Henry hummed. He was aware he was to be careful when discussing the matters of the British army to others, especially those who seem to have ill intent. Conan didnt particularly strike him as one to have ill intentions, but then again, the French often side with the rebels.

Henry scoffed to himself - damn those rebels.

*Conan glares at him but suppresses any anger that could rise into fight.

Well, you’re lucky to be a part of those redcoats, oui? With the powerful soldiers you have, you must be proud, right?

Henry raises his eyebrow, crossing his arms. He stared at the frenchman with a cocked head.

"I suppose so, yes? Its certainly an advantage," he says hesitantly.

*He bites his lip before speaking again

Anyways, forgetting the topic of war, tell me about yourself. Family, background, things like that.

*Everytime he speaks you hear that strong French accent. He takes another sip of alcohol and sets the glass down softly. Awaiting your answer*