The Paragon of Men
may reboot soon
Yes, yes he was.
And I continue to roleplay him as a deist.
I’d like to introduce Voltaire’s parents: Francois Arouet and Marie-Marguerite Daumard. Those two made Francois-Marie Arouet…d'aw. Just look at them. I find it cute that Voltaire’s real name contains both of his parent’s names.
Out of five Arouet children only three survived, Voltaire being the youngest of them all. He was very fond of his elder sister, Marguerite Catherine, but absolutely held no sympathy for his elder brother, Armand.
Considering that his brother turned into a religious fanatic, I probably would not be fond of him either.
I don’t know much about the marriage between Francois and Marie-Marguerite, but I’m thinking they were different people. One working hard, the other living a pleasant life in prayer…they probably acted like roommates.
Mostly likely Voltaire’s mother showed him the light of high society, especially since his godfather was good friends with her and he became Voltaire's sponsor.
Voltaire and Papa Arouet weren’t really. .the best of father/son relationships.
Francois wanted his son to take up a stable job, sooo. .Voltaire submitted and took up learning law…but it didn’t last long.
He wanted have a career in literature, not a boring job like law. As far as his father was concerned, literature would get you nowhere and leave you penniless.
To which my muse scoffs.
But I’d like to add that Francois attended one of his son’s plays and was so overwhelmed by how good it was, he just had a “THAT’S MY KID!” moment.
For three years father and son were on good terms before father Arouet died.
I just find that sad.
These are just some fun facts for you all.
I was invited to an orgy of the Marquis de Sade, and I attended.
Upon the second invitation, I refused it.
Mun Fact:
I’m really self conscious with Voltaire’s blog. Which is why I just like staying in my corner, OTL.
I become paranoid when I reblog or roleplay because I tend to wonder if people are judging my muse. Ugh, I’m. . awful.
While I’m like that, Voltaire is just like: “IDGAF, I DO WHAT I WANT. MY BLOG.”
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Muse Fact:
Voltaire loves looking up at the sky, especially during the night when the stars are vibrant enough.
He dislikes the city because he can not see the stars properly. This is a reason why he is a bit envious of beings like the Doctor and the Master because they can be so close to the stars.
Once upon a time, Monsieur de Voltaire and his lady companion, Emilie, decided to travel. Going here and there, just to spare you some details.
Emilie preferred to travel at night that way she wouldn’t waste precious day time in which she would study the hours away. So, they were in their carriage with Emilie’s maid, just the three of them content.
All was quiet and I have no doubt that they were sleeping.
But then!
LURKING IN THE SHADOWS-
Oh wait. Derp. Wrong story.
Anyways, their carriage broke! It tilted over! Oh noooo! Both women landed on Voltaire!
Do you want to know what he did?
Guess.
He wasn’t like “Ohh~ lala~” or “Touch my talala~”
Nooo…not at all.
He was a dramatic little shit.
He was screaming.
SCREAMING.
HOURS OF SCREAMING BECAUSE HE THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO SUFFOCATE WITH TWO WOMEN ON TOP OF HIM.
Finally, men dragged them out of the carriage by their feet.
Voltaire was the last out…screaming.
But then he and Emilie sat down on pillows as they waited for help and stared up at the beautiful stars.
Fin.
My muse is deadpanning right now. Pfft.
You’re welcome for this fun little story.
I actually have a headcanon about this, oddly enough.
Being that he lived in Venice, I think his natural scent would be something like clean ocean air, a smell that sits in his skin naturally no matter where he goes.
He just knows how his soap smells, and could tell you with much more ease that Voltaire smells like coffee.
[[ Voltaire drinks about seventy cups of coffee a day, therefore he smells like coffee. Good, yummy coffee. ]]
When Emilie died so suddenly, Voltaire wasn’t able to walk correctly and he stumbled out of her room before collapsing by her door and ultimately crying his eyes out.
For every single lover he had or even a person he loved platonically, when they died, he was distraught.
This man has dealt with depression but he is a very good actor and he wanted to be happy.
He wrote in a letter once that misfortune always follows him everywhere he went.
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*kicks BadWolf!Casanova.*
[[ Alright, sent in a reply, time to sleep.
OOPS. Only have three hours of sleep. Oh well. No regrets. 8D
OTL. I just realized, Voltaire is going to have many feels over Papanova’s baby. It will remind him of Emilie’s death during child birth and the baby that died a few days later. o;ergewbrgbut he isn’t going to show it. I’m positive he would have helped the baby girl had she lived if no one else took care of her. Voltaire, Emilie’s husband and Emilie’s lover all staged out that while Emilie was pregnant, her pregnancy would look as if she and her husband were just having another baby, that she wouldn’t get judged by society (Not that she probably gave a fuck but still. They all cared for her.)
Lolol. Volty would scold Casanova on how to hold a baby properly, inner father comes out omghowcute.
Because we all know that Voltaire would have been an amazing father. He kind of was for fifteen years anyways.
ANOTHERTHINGOMG.
Voltaire is named after his parents. D'aw.
His father’s name was Francois and his mother’s name was Marie.
Voltaire = Francois-Marie.
Adorable.
Good night!]]
While Emilie was having an affair with a man that was friends with Voltaire, Emilie wrote to her lover a letter saying: “Why didn’t you tell me Voltaire was the paragon of men?”
Fucking paragon of men.
Ahhh yeeeaaahh.
All these feelings for Voltaire will never stop.
