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illustratus · 7 months

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Portrait of First Consul Napoleon Bonaparte by Marie-Guillemine Benoist

#napoléon bonaparte #napoleon bonaparte #portrait #first consul #art #marie guillemine benoist #france #history #napoleonic #french #europe #european #napoleon #napoléon #bonaparte #premier consul

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empirearchives · 10 months

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Burton Philips’ description of Napoleon at the Tuileries in 1802:

“He is thin and of low stature; his countenance, though meager and sallow, is extremely animated, his eyes black and piercing, his hair black and cropped, his dress remarkably plain.”

Nathaniel Philips’ description of Napoleon at the Notre-Dame Cathedral on Easter Sunday in 1802:

“Bonaparte bowed in response to the applause of the populace. His carriage was drawn by eight superbly decorated horses. The great bell of Notre-Dame, which had been silent 10 years, was rung.”

Portrait of Napoleon from the same year, by Antoine-Jean Gros

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microcosme11 · 4 months

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George Engleheart, English miniaturist. Inscribed in ink on the backing card 'Napoleon. / First Consul.'

I don't know whether the artist saw Napoleon in person.

christies

#portrait miniatures of Napoleon #First Consul #Napoleon with sideburns

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trialsinthelateromanrepublic · 8 months

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‘late roman republic’ but with the same meaning as ‘my late grandfather’. it’s already dead babeyyy!!!!!

real and true, you understand perfectly, but DO NOT TELL THIS TO CICERO!!!

#hashtag the first city walls dripped over with brotherly bloodshed #idk how they had a two consul system in a. city founded in an act of fratricide. and didn't expect the republic to shred itself in civil wa #or. i DO know how they expected it not to BUT as a pharsalia enjoyer...... yeah

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blue-and-gilt · 1 year

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Referred to as the ‘Côtes de Melon’, after the distinctive pommel shaped like the ‘ribs of the melon’. This sabre style gained popularity among French officers from about 1800 and remained in use until the introduction of the model 1821 infantry and 1822 cavalry sabres during the Restoration era.

Aside from the pommel, the type is distinguished by the simple stirrup hilt with langets and a single quillion. The grips are made from hardwood and can be checkered or have longitudinal groves. Often the knuckle guard has a stylised olive decorative feature. Swords belonging to superior officers would have been silver-plated.

The swords of mounted or cavalry officers can be identified by their length and dual suspension rings on the scabbard. Superior officers typically had ornate metal scabbards, while infantry officers preferred shorter sabres with a frog stud for use with the cross-belt.

An officer of one of the light cavalry regiments most likely owned this sabre. The blade is particularly large and sturdy, plus the scabbard has dual suspension rings. The blade is decorated in the typical oriental fashion of the late 18th Century with faux Islamic / cabalistic script and an ‘Ottoman’s head’. There is a lovely Solingen rose on the blade's spine but no other identifying manufacturer's marks.

The simple ‘baguette’ shaped langets, blade decorations and plain knuckle guard may indicate that this is an early example of the type, or that it was used by an officer of another nation, imitating French fashion.

Overall Length: 965 mm

Blade Length: 825 mm

Grip Length: 130 mm

Inside Grip Length: 110 mm

Sword Weight: 800 grams

Total Weight: 1050 grams

Point of Balance: 180 mm

Curve: 37 mm

#Sword #Sabre #côtes de melon #French #French Army #French Cavalry #Napoleonic Wars #Consulate era #First Empire #Antiques #Military Antiques #Cavalry Swords #Light Cavalry

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soldatrose · 1 day

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was looking up whether there had been some discussion about frankenstein's creature reading plutarch and uh. obsessed with this guys's argument and the implication that the creature is, in fact, a kind of novus homo.

#spam tag #oh my god mr frankenstein that is NOT how you make a consul #anyway the creature clearly had the first volume of the lives and marius's not in there but it's still fun to think about

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agentfascinateur · 16 days

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The Gaza glaring blindspot

The Iranian attack, mind you, occurred a little over six months into Israel’s ongoing pulverisation of the Gaza Strip, which has killed nearly 34,000 Palestinians, including some 13,800 children. And yet given the thousands of missing persons presumed to be buried under the rubble, even these terrifying numbers are no doubt grave underestimates.

More than 76,000 people have been wounded, as the Israeli military has busied itself flattening entire neighbourhoods and blowing up schools, hospitals, and other basic infrastructure, all the while condemning the territory’s inhabitants to famine and starvation.

Talk about “terrorising”.

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consul-valerius · 11 months

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Show Me What Normal is for You

Donna’s voice trailed off, their eyes widening as they spoke. They glanced up at Valerius, seeking some sort of validation, some sort of recognization. They silently hoped he would be normal; neither upset nor happy. Just… normal.

An evening of drinking and story-weaving leads Vesuvia's most dysfunctional polycule into a discussion of the divine (which leads to discussions of the past and perhaps the present too). However, not everyone involved is as intrigued when a certain Arcana is mentioned. It is up to Valerius to encourage his lover to open up to him in a way they haven't: to tell the full truth of their murky upbringing.

Rating: T for discussions of past abuse & darker themes

WC: 7,401 split between two chapters

Characters & Relationships: Valerius, Donna, Nadia (all in their own traid lol) & Sam and Lucio

Content warnings: discussions of past childhood abuse, discussions of attempted infanticide, childhood trauma, negative self talk/self thinking (most of this appears exclusively in the second chapter), casual discussions of death, mentioned parental death, and very casual daddy dom language because Sam and Lucio are there lmao

A/N: after years.... i have finally sat down and made Donna actually talk about their childhood/upbringing lmao this is a pretty personal fic for me for a variety of reasons, and it's one that I'm fairly proud of but also deeply insecure about all the same LOL again, very dialogue heavy and introspective; please heed all content warnings!

First chapter preview undercut, with links to both chapters there as well! if darker themes aren't your jam, you can just avoid the second chapter and know there's a lot of hurt but also a lot of gay comfort lmfao

Part One // Part Two

“What do you mean by that?” Nadia asked. Gods, it was becoming grating to Sam how endearing she was behaving.

“Well, let’s use the cards as an example. Anyone can read the cards. I know their assigned meanings, and if you paid me, I would do a card reading for you and may actually sell you on my sincerity. But that’s all it is: storytelling. I can twist any general reading to be specific toward you if you told me enough about yourself—that is why there are so many con artists when it comes to this. If you can tell a tale, you can read the cards.

Donna, however, actually can hear the Arcane and interpret their messages. That isn't exactly standard practice, and certainly not one I can do anymore.”

“Any more?” Lucio prodded, snuggling closer.

“I used to have… some connection to my patron, yes.” Sam paused to glance down at the hand Lucio was playing with; he seemed to be reflecting on what to say next. His shoulders straightened out before he sighed. “But she severed that tie long ago. It was my own doing, of course. The Arcana do not take kindly to those who break from their paths, and they especially do not enjoy feeling replaced by some mortal being.”

“Huh—"

“They can do that?” Nadia cut in, a sudden and uncommon anxiety now in her tone. “Break off a connection, that is.”

A bitter smile graced Sam’s features; he regarded Nadia up and down for a moment before nodding.

“In my case, yes. Though perhaps it was for the best; breaking that tie broke off all of my connection to the arcane realms. I am much better at judging and denying earthly temptations than I would be magical.”

“Magical temptations? Like what, fairy circles or what have you?” Valerius piped up again, his focus now squarely on Donna’s hair. He thankfully did not seem aware of Sam’s giggle at his question.

“Well, no, silly boy,” Sam sighed as Lucio snickered. “I mean much more divine intervention.”

“Do the Arcana… meddle in earthly affairs?” Nadia reclined further into her seat, getting more comfortable.

“Obviously they do,” Sam said, mirroring her posture. “The fact that they choose humans to take under their wing says enough. But most patrons know not to directly interfere with this world; many will only tend to their flock in dreams or drug-induced stupors; whenever the veil is at its most thin or what have you.”

“And you are implying there are those who do more, are you not?”

“Well, yes.”

“Do you know which ones specifically—“

“The Devil.”

All eyes quickly snapped down to Donna. Their head was down, their shoulders hunched, and their fingers dug into their knees. Nadia tilted her head as she pushed forward slightly in her seat, readying herself to dart to the floor if need be. It seemed as if Sam was going to do the same, but he was stopped by Lucio grabbing his hand with a bruising grip.

“The Devil…?” Valerius prodded, the only one not fully aware of the tone shift.

“The Devil represents an excess of indulgences,” Sam cut in, trying to keep his tone neutral while trying to focus his attention between Lucio and Donna. “Out of all of the arcana, it makes the most sense that He would be most interested in earthly affairs and getting entangled in them; to want more than the vast expanses of magical realms he can control is in line with what he represents. He is the one patron to meddle in the affairs of others, regardless of who their patron is, to a normally… detrimental effect.”

“Detrimental?” Nadia pushed, her own curiosity outweighing her concern momentarily.

Sam shot Donna a concerned look, his lips sealing into a thin line. They slowly lifted their head, the pink in their hair gone and back to its normal blue.

They only shrugged up at him, a small smile on their face.

“Well…” Sam finally continued, pulling Lucio closer to him by the waist. “In my life, and in the type of work I used to do, I’ve seen people get… desperate . Desperate for a variety of things: money, power, friends, family, the love those people can give to you—we traversed in dark places, and it can lead to ravenous desires. I was lucky to have not just been disconnected from the magical realms but to have a mentor who knew too well the horrors that lurk there.

Others do not. Even the faintest whispers of the divine can twist the noblest of people. And this world is often cruel and unforgiving: to be offered a lifeline, to be offered some notion of control, is sometimes far too captivating to ignore.”

“You’re speaking in riddles,” Valerius interjected, now annoyed. “Speak plainly.”

“The drunkard says to the master,” Sam finally laughed, though there was little joy there. Lucio and Donna had both, shockingly, fallen silent, neither quite looking at anything or anyone. “What I mean is that it is easy for The Devil to tempt and offer solutions . I once knew a woman—a good, strong woman, I might add—who lost her entire family to a group of highwaymen. A senseless tragedy that falls on many—she is not unique, and neither are the effects of grief. She sought out my mentor for guidance, but your fellow human can only do so much for you. She was desperate for answers and for justice, and this world marches to the beat of its own drum. It was just taking too damn long.

So who better to come in than The Devil himself? Or what she thought was him. In exchange for something trivial, he can give you a name, a place they live, and even their weaknesses. But even more than that—what of power, what of strength? If you are to face your family’s slayers, should you not be prepared to dish out justice? She made deal after deal behind our backs, each one more complicated, each price growing steeper and steeper. By the time I or anyone had noticed a change, it was far too late. The Devil’s chains are… unbreakable. And the damage they do is far more than anyone can help.”

A long, heavy silence filled up the space like a thick smog. Nadia averted her eyes entirely, lost in her own thoughts, unsure what question to ask next. Valerius sat up straighter, his hands still petting through Donna’s hair. He could not see their expression from where he was sitting. He could only see how Lucio glanced back to the doorway as if he was worried someone was there. Valerius couldn’t help but think the same thing.

“But why go through that only to be… well.. ruined?” He asked without thinking. Sam only smiled sadly at him.

“You are so lucky, my dear boy, to have never been in want of anything.” Sam patted Lucio’s hip as he spoke, soothing him absently as he regarded Valerius. “And I hope you never experience it—truly, I do. Anyone may fall victim to this—it is our nature, after all, to seek out temptations with no regard for ourselves or others. That is the essence of the card; it is neither good nor evil: The Devil just exists as a paradigm of our makeup. He cannot help himself to crave more from this world, and we, in turn, cannot help but be tempted by him. It is up to the person on what they choose to do or not do, on the vile acts they may commit, and on giving up everything to gain their single want. Had I any line of communication left, I am not so sure I would be here—“

“ Gods , this is grim!”

#bottom writes #the arcana #the arcana (game)#fan apprentice donna #consul valerius #nadia satrivana #count lucio #the duke #bottom ??? with a streak of serious non-sexy fics ??? its more likely than you think lmfao #i know smut is more fun but i got thoughts and feelings to expel first lmfao

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silverfootsieamphibian · 4 months

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Four ruffians break into my house...