murillo-enthusiast

[murillo-enthusiast]

I cannot help to treat all things with the seriousness they deserve... Monsieur. Even if the world seems turned upside down.

... How can you say that you are the same? Men and women are quite clearly different. In life, you never found yourself in a position of command, just as I never found myself bearing children.

Men must protect their families. I cannot protect anyone... as this.

at seeing the maréchal physical changes, he smiled at her, trying to not come out as a rude man.

– the gender-swap did bring out the softness i never knew you held before, duc of dalmatia. there is something strangely pretty in it... please do not take it in a bad manner, for i mean it as a compliment.

🌹 male! @rosie-of-beauharnais

… Thank you… Monsieur.

Why does this compliment feel nice. It should feel nice if she is to be habituated to her new and ideally temporary role in life, should it not? (Or perhaps it is that such softness is something that is not inherent…)

I am finding it hard to adjust, but I will approach these altered circumstances with the sensibility that I approach all others. How are you finding your… change?

#(( this is pre-Louise Talking To Soult so he's still 100% misogynist here )) #(( as opposed to 95% misogynist )) #event: the marshal is a catgirl #the duke of dalmatia's correspondence

[murillo-enthusiast]

Louise: Shall I call you a brave lioness now, dear Soult?

Soult: Pfft. If you’d like. Such a moniker may suit that Ney more than me, I believe.

Louise: Don’t forget that the lioness is a fiercer hunter than the lion, or so Colonel Bory tells me.

Soult: Do not lie to me and say that I appear to be a fierce hunter in this ridiculous form.

Louise: Oh, not to me, never to me, dear Soult! I can never be scared of you. But your men still follow you, and your colleagues still respect you-

Soult: They do not.

Louise: They do! They were trying to engage with you and hear your silly arguments out.

Soult: Surely you do not agree with their proposals to upturn the natural order of things..?

Louise: I think that you would not find yourself at ease carrying a canteen and unable to boss your men around. And I think there is hardly a society around here to worry about upturning, in this strange death.

Soult: I do not want to leave such things behind. I will not abandon my truth.

Louise: But you are doing that right now, my dear friend. And I care far more about that which is hurting you than what is proper.

Soult: … It is still not proper for ladies to behave in such… rambunctious ways. But I suppose we may be lionesses if we wish.

Louise: I am glad that you still dream of me sometimes, my dear Soult. Otherwise you won’t have someone to tell you when you’re being silly.

Soult: Hmmph.

Louise: Is that a purr I hear? Shall I stop caressing this ear?

Soult: Don’t you dare stop.

#the duke of dalmatia’s action report #private moments with la maréchale #event: the marshal is a catgirl

[murillo-enthusiast]

Lameth: One more round indeed, Your Excellency!

Of course, Soult wants Lameth to win. For her pride, for his pride, for propriety’s sake, for not having a world where cats howl and dogs purr; is she not standing up for the women who bravely carry their canteens and support the soldier in their noble duties? But the idea of having to be that woman, not able to take lead and charge, not able to contribute all that she can - it sits ill with him. No, her.

What is wrong with her?

Soult: Give it your all, Lameth.

In Lameth’s opinion, he rather thinks that it might be a good idea to lose, to forestall this talk of the marshal resigning and becoming a cantinière. He rather thinks that the marshal would not make a very good cantinière at all. But he also has his pride, and winning against that dandy king who can’t take jokes does have a certain appeal. So really, this is a win-win situation. Of course, he’s going to try his best.

He is also wondering if that letter still has its magic - but he can talk about that with Saint-Chamans later~

Lameth: As they say in this modern day, Your Majesty, “game on”!

The hands are clenched, and the arm wrestling commences. Soult’s ADCs cheer and holler. Soult stares. Nobody notices two new people approaching the crowd from different directions - one walking with determination, the other hanging back cautiously and very, very baffled.

A few times, the interlocked arms slip one way or the other. There is sweat on the combatants’ heads, yes, as well as some on the onlookers’. It does seem that Lameth might score a win for male chauvinism (which is a word originating in Bonapartism), but at last, at long last, his hand is forced down by the victorious King of Naples.

Saint-Chamans starts booing. Soult looks furious and torn.

Soult: …

But before she can speak-

Louise Berg-Soult: JEAN-DE-DIEU SOULT.

DON’T THINK I HAVEN’T NOTICED YOU AVOIDING ME.

Soult: ..!

Louise: I do apologise, ladies and gentlemen! I am sure you are all having a lot of fun, but I am going to have a private word with my spouse!

Soult: Louise-

Louise: DON’T YOU LOUISE ME, MY LOVE. YOU ARE COMING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

Soult: … Yes, dear.

With a very ironically hangdog look, the catgirl walks towards her wife, who extends a hand. After a moment’s hesitation, Soult takes it, and they walk off.

Lameth: Well, that was a deus-ex-matron if I ever saw one! The lioness come to fetch her ex-lion~

And then… someone else speaks up. A man in a travelling cloak, tied together with a particular golden chain, but his powdered hair and immaculate eyebrows are immediately recognisable.

Bessières: … Excuse me. Who… are all of you, and what are you doing in Marshal Soult’s realm..? I had thought to bring him a gift, but I recognise only his ADCs here.

And of course, he is holding a box of pizza.

(( @le-brave-des-braves & @perdicinae-observer & @your-dandy-king ))

Iɴᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟɪsᴇᴅ Cᴀᴛɢɪʀʟ Mɪsᴏɢʏɴʏ

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"I really hope that you win, Murat, because otherwise we will get a very elaborate lecture how to be proper ladies." - @le-brave-des-braves

"He's going to give us one regardless if Murat wins or not." - @perdicinae-observer

"Another round, and give it your best shot this time!" - @your-dandy-king

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Soult's catgirl ear twitches in the direction of Davout's comment, but her lip is already curled so unpleasantly that it's hard to say if she got even more grumpier by that comment. Her tail is swishing around angrily as well, though it pretty much hasn't stopped the entire time. Lameth squares up for round two. This time, he actually does seem to be giving it his all, and he even looks a little more focused. He's a young, fit, healthy(..?) man of age 26, and he is galvanised both by the disappointment of his boss and possibly by Saint-Chamans in the back going "ARE YOU GOING TO LET A GIRL DEFEAT YOU". Thanks, Saint-Chamans. And... he just barely forces Murat's hand down. 1-1. The only reaction from Soult is a hmmph. The reaction from the rest of the ADCs is a cheer. Saint-Chamans waves a bottle of unspecified alcohol around.

#(( this thread ain’t over yet )) #the duke of dalmatia’s action report #the duke of dalmatia's aides de camp #thread: internalised catgirl misogyny #long post #le-brave-des-braves #perdicinae-observer #your-dandy-king #guest starring the duke of istria #(( mobile fallback colours ))

[murillo-enthusiast]

Iɴᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟɪsᴇᴅ Cᴀᴛɢɪʀʟ Mɪsᴏɢʏɴʏ

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"I really hope that you win, Murat, because otherwise we will get a very elaborate lecture how to be proper ladies." - @le-brave-des-braves

"He's going to give us one regardless if Murat wins or not." - @perdicinae-observer

"Another round, and give it your best shot this time!" - @your-dandy-king

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Soult's catgirl ear twitches in the direction of Davout's comment, but her lip is already curled so unpleasantly that it's hard to say if she got even more grumpier by that comment. Her tail is swishing around angrily as well, though it pretty much hasn't stopped the entire time. Lameth squares up for round two. This time, he actually does seem to be giving it his all, and he even looks a little more focused. He's a young, fit, healthy(..?) man of age 26, and he is galvanised both by the disappointment of his boss and possibly by Saint-Chamans in the back going "ARE YOU GOING TO LET A GIRL DEFEAT YOU". Thanks, Saint-Chamans. And... he just barely forces Murat's hand down. 1-1. The only reaction from Soult is a hmmph. The reaction from the rest of the ADCs is a cheer. Saint-Chamans waves a bottle of unspecified alcohol around.

#thread: internalised catgirl misogyny #event: the marshal is a catgirl #your-dandy-king #perdicinae-observer #le-brave-des-braves #the duke of dalmatia’s action report

[murillo-enthusiast]

at seeing the maréchal physical changes, he smiled at her, trying to not come out as a rude man.

– the gender-swap did bring out the softness i never knew you held before, duc of dalmatia. there is something strangely pretty in it... please do not take it in a bad manner, for i mean it as a compliment.

🌹 male! @rosie-of-beauharnais

… Thank you… Monsieur.

Why does this compliment feel nice. It should feel nice if she is to be habituated to her new and ideally temporary role in life, should it not? (Or perhaps it is that such softness is something that is not inherent…)

I am finding it hard to adjust, but I will approach these altered circumstances with the sensibility that I approach all others. How are you finding your… change?

#the duke of dalmatia's correspondence #rose-of-beauharnais #thread: internalised catgirl misogyny

[murillo-enthusiast]

Lameth: Best out of three, Your Majesty?

The two (with the permission of the King of Naples’ narrator) sit down at a table and lock arms. Soult is not actually putting any stock in this duel, or so she tells herself, but she does watch with a critical eye.

The other ADCs have somehow managed to find some popcorn and are sharing it. From the shadows, a dark inky tendril coalesces and dips into the popcorn bucket as well, with Petiet quietly protesting that there’s only enough popcorn for three of them and Brun telling him to shhh.

The first bout ends very, very quickly, as Lameth puts up a token struggle and then his arm falls to the side very obviously.

Lameth.

Lameth: Yeeeees, Your Excellency?

This is a silly contest having no bearing on anything, but even so, you were obviously not trying! Are you going EASY on her?! At least have some pride in yourself and your gender.

Lameth: Point noted, Your Excellency~

To the other two marshals, Brun asks-

Brun: Want some popcorn?

(( @perdicinae-observer || @le-brave-des-braves || @your-dandy-king ))

Iɴᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟɪsᴇᴅ Cᴀᴛɢɪʀʟ Mɪsᴏɢʏɴʏ

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"Let’s say that we would like to find out what is happening to us, and maybe how to prevent it. But you seem to be certainly enjoying yourself, aren’t you?" — @le-brave-des-braves

"Prevent this? Why would I want to prevent this? I look incredible! I never realized all the options women had until now!" — @your-dandy-king

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Soult has had enough. Her hair and tail are bristling and her hands are clenched.

Options?! Where the devil has all propriety gone?

You, Murat, appear to be satisfied with a licentious retirement with even more shameless parading of lovers and husbands than I had ever thought was possible. It is no wonder that you embrace such nonsensical changes, given how determined you are to make a fool of yourself.

And you, Ney, of course you do not care about how you look. But some of us live in a world where more than brute force and brute strength matters. Some of us live in a world- an afterlife where we are still beholden to duty and standards.

A commander must command respect, not only from his own heart but from his men.

How can I command respect like this?!

Petiet: We still respect you boss..!

#the duke of dalmatia’s action report #event: the marshal is a catgirl #le-brave-des-braves #your-dandy-king #perdicinae-observer #long post #(( mobile fallback colours ))

[murillo-enthusiast]

Soult curls her lip and is about to respond when… that’s Davout. That is a colleague and friend, the unassuming and modest Davout who is never comfortable standing out, the disciplined and respectable Davout looking… cute. And beautiful. Well then.

I do not think that the brain is stored in the couilles. I am merely saying that there is a place for men and a place for women that some here would like to violate. I do not believe that women’s work - as supporting the brave men in their duty - is lesser or unneeded, no, I believe wholly the contrary! Your “challenge” is utterly ridiculous-

The observing peanut gallery of Soult’s ADCs are whispering furiously among themselves before-

Lameth: I volunteer as tribute~

The other ADCs: 🫡

Soult turns her glare at Lameth, who cheerfully grins at her.

… Fine. Where shall this… contest occur.

(( @perdicinae-observer | @your-dandy-king | @le-brave-des-braves ))

Iɴᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟɪsᴇᴅ Cᴀᴛɢɪʀʟ Mɪsᴏɢʏɴʏ

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"Let’s say that we would like to find out what is happening to us, and maybe how to prevent it. But you seem to be certainly enjoying yourself, aren’t you?" — @le-brave-des-braves

"Prevent this? Why would I want to prevent this? I look incredible! I never realized all the options women had until now!" — @your-dandy-king

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Soult has had enough. Her hair and tail are bristling and her hands are clenched.

Options?! Where the devil has all propriety gone?

You, Murat, appear to be satisfied with a licentious retirement with even more shameless parading of lovers and husbands than I had ever thought was possible. It is no wonder that you embrace such nonsensical changes, given how determined you are to make a fool of yourself.

And you, Ney, of course you do not care about how you look. But some of us live in a world where more than brute force and brute strength matters. Some of us live in a world- an afterlife where we are still beholden to duty and standards.

A commander must command respect, not only from his own heart but from his men.

How can I command respect like this?!

Petiet: We still respect you boss..!

#the duke of dalmatia’s action report #le-brave-des-braves #your-dandy-king #perdicinae-observer #event: the marshal is a catgirl #thread: internalised catgirl misogyny

[murillo-enthusiast]

… Unless you know a carpenter or artisan, I do not believe I will require your help. I will also tentatively accept your apology, Your Majesty, on the grounds that you stop assaulting other people without reason.

We have a protocol for working out grudges through violence. It’s called duelling. Bricks are not an accepted weapon in duelling.

[ smooches ] sorry for hitting you with a brick

@france-hater

... Are you particularly sorry?

Do you realise the gravity of your actions, or are you being fickle, Your Majesty? Throwing bricks is rude and unbecoming of you, and while it is true that we are more resilient here in death, some of us are more fragile than others.

You chipped my frame. It has already been dented by... a previous incident. I am going to need repairs.

The thing is that she doesn't actually care about the smooch. Because she's French.

#the duke of dalmatia's correspondence #france-hater #event: the marshal is a catgirl

[murillo-enthusiast]

The shadow tendril pries what appears to be part of a baguette out from the bag, before it disappears into the shadows from whence it came. Lameth, still not noticing the theft of his snack, ushers Davout in.

Lameth: Please, Your Excellency, excuse-

He is interrupted by the sound of shouting from nearby.

Soult: I am not talking about the ears or this blasted tail!

Lameth: Well, perhaps your presence may help calm our Marshal down? If you want to get entangled in that, which I do not blame you if you don’t!

If Davout agrees, Lameth will lead him to Soult, Ney and Murat, before heading off.

A bespectacled cloaked figure loomed over the marshal's door, their breath visible despite the warm spring air.

Landing four sturdy knocks on the door, the figure stood and waited patiently for a response.

[[ @perdicinae-observer ]]

It's Lameth, again! And he beams at the marshal he does not recognise.

Lameth: Bonsoir, Your Excellency! ADC Major Lameth at your service~! May I have your name, so I may inform our Marshal of your arrival?

#adc lameth #the duke of dalmatia's aides de camp #event: the marshal is a catgirl

[murillo-enthusiast]

The dark, inky shadow in the shadows that seem a little too dark seems to resolve into a tendril, which then waves curiously. Lameth appears, slightly out of breath.

Lameth: Your Excellency, er... The marshal is somewhat preoccupied right now. Can I invite you inside?

Lameth does not appear to notice the shadowy tendril, who begins to start sneaking up behind him as he speaks, before undoing the flap of the red messenger bag and extending inside.

A bespectacled cloaked figure loomed over the marshal's door, their breath visible despite the warm spring air.

Landing four sturdy knocks on the door, the figure stood and waited patiently for a response.

[[ @perdicinae-observer ]]

It's Lameth, again! And he beams at the marshal he does not recognise.

Lameth: Bonsoir, Your Excellency! ADC Major Lameth at your service~! May I have your name, so I may inform our Marshal of your arrival?

#adc lameth #the duke of dalmatia's aides de camp #the duke of dalmatia's pet shadow monster

[murillo-enthusiast]

[ smooches ] sorry for hitting you with a brick

@france-hater

... Are you particularly sorry?

Do you realise the gravity of your actions, or are you being fickle, Your Majesty? Throwing bricks is rude and unbecoming of you, and while it is true that we are more resilient here in death, some of us are more fragile than others.

You chipped my frame. It has already been dented by... a previous incident. I am going to need repairs.

The thing is that she doesn't actually care about the smooch. Because she's French.

#france-hater #the duke of dalmatia's correspondence #event: the marshal is a catgirl

[murillo-enthusiast]

I am not talking about the ears or this blasted tail!

A woman cannot be a military commander or a marshal. The very notion of a woman commanding troops is ridiculous.

And I still command.

Even in these dreams, against remnants of my past and memories, against that which is Not, against the enemies of reality, I still have my duty - which I cannot fulfil like this! But I will aid in whatever way I can, even if it means reassignment to a support role - temporarily, I hope.

I have no desire to be a Jeanne d'Arc, who was an anomaly, who was burned. I will uphold the virtues of the army even if you two will not; better to be remembered as the officer who knew when to retreat than one who transgressed, than to be a petticoated embarrassment.

(( @your-dandy-king || @le-brave-des-braves || and @perdicinae-observer can walk in on this, make sure to tag the other people in the thread when you respond which I forgot to do oops ))

Iɴᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟɪsᴇᴅ Cᴀᴛɢɪʀʟ Mɪsᴏɢʏɴʏ

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"Let’s say that we would like to find out what is happening to us, and maybe how to prevent it. But you seem to be certainly enjoying yourself, aren’t you?" — @le-brave-des-braves

"Prevent this? Why would I want to prevent this? I look incredible! I never realized all the options women had until now!" — @your-dandy-king

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Soult has had enough. Her hair and tail are bristling and her hands are clenched.

Options?! Where the devil has all propriety gone?

You, Murat, appear to be satisfied with a licentious retirement with even more shameless parading of lovers and husbands than I had ever thought was possible. It is no wonder that you embrace such nonsensical changes, given how determined you are to make a fool of yourself.

And you, Ney, of course you do not care about how you look. But some of us live in a world where more than brute force and brute strength matters. Some of us live in a world- an afterlife where we are still beholden to duty and standards.

A commander must command respect, not only from his own heart but from his men.

How can I command respect like this?!

Petiet: We still respect you boss..!

#thread: internalised catgirl misogyny #the duke of dalmatia’s action report #le-brave-des-braves #your-dandy-king #(( just dropping vague hints of slightly more worldbuilding here ))

[murillo-enthusiast]

Lameth's eyes go a little wide as he tries to compute the person in front of him with the Iron Marshal. He is not going to flirt with the Iron Marshal, no. Not that he would flirt with a marshal anyway, that is not a good idea, despite what advice he may have given certain ADCs in the past.

Lameth: I see, Your Excellency! I didn't recognise you on account of, ah, what you must surely be quite aware of. I'll announce your arrival to the Duke of Dalmatia at once! Do wait here, Your Excellency~

And he heads off. Hmmm, a thought occurs to him. He wonders if that magic letter still has its properties~

Anyway, near Davout... are those shadows nearby moving or undulating..? Must be a trick of the light.

A bespectacled cloaked figure loomed over the marshal's door, their breath visible despite the warm spring air.

Landing four sturdy knocks on the door, the figure stood and waited patiently for a response.

[[ @perdicinae-observer ]]

It's Lameth, again! And he beams at the marshal he does not recognise.

Lameth: Bonsoir, Your Excellency! ADC Major Lameth at your service~! May I have your name, so I may inform our Marshal of your arrival?

#adc lameth #the duke of dalmatia's aides de camp

[murillo-enthusiast]

Petiet: ... That's the letter that turned the boss into a girl..? Lameth: Ah yes, the femme forme letter~ Brun: One of us could read it. Saint-Chamans: Yeah! See if it makes one of us pretty! Lameth: Why don't you do it, Saint-Chamans? Saint-Chamans: Uhhh how about you Lameth? Or Petiet? Petiet: I don't wanna... Brun: Dibs not reading it. Lameth: I suppose all of us could be cowards and refuse to find out what old Tiresias discovered~ Saint-Chamans: I'm not a coward!

#the duke of dalmatia's aides de camp

[murillo-enthusiast]

A bespectacled cloaked figure loomed over the marshal's door, their breath visible despite the warm spring air.

Landing four sturdy knocks on the door, the figure stood and waited patiently for a response.

[[ @perdicinae-observer ]]

It's Lameth, again! And he beams at the marshal he does not recognise.

Lameth: Bonsoir, Your Excellency! ADC Major Lameth at your service~! May I have your name, so I may inform our Marshal of your arrival?

#the duke of dalmatia's aides de camp #adc lameth #perdicinae-observer

[murillo-enthusiast]

Iɴᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟɪsᴇᴅ Cᴀᴛɢɪʀʟ Mɪsᴏɢʏɴʏ

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"Let’s say that we would like to find out what is happening to us, and maybe how to prevent it. But you seem to be certainly enjoying yourself, aren’t you?" — @le-brave-des-braves

"Prevent this? Why would I want to prevent this? I look incredible! I never realized all the options women had until now!" — @your-dandy-king

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Soult has had enough. Her hair and tail are bristling and her hands are clenched.

Options?! Where the devil has all propriety gone?

You, Murat, appear to be satisfied with a licentious retirement with even more shameless parading of lovers and husbands than I had ever thought was possible. It is no wonder that you embrace such nonsensical changes, given how determined you are to make a fool of yourself.

And you, Ney, of course you do not care about how you look. But some of us live in a world where more than brute force and brute strength matters. Some of us live in a world- an afterlife where we are still beholden to duty and standards.

A commander must command respect, not only from his own heart but from his men.

How can I command respect like this?!

Petiet: We still respect you boss..!

#thread: internalised catgirl misogyny #the duke of dalmatia’s action report #event: the marshal is a catgirl #le-brave-des-braves #your-dandy-king

[murillo-enthusiast]

Um… can I pat your head? You’d like that right? Since you’re a…a cat girl… *nervous pat*

… You have may have ten seconds.

#the duke of dalmatia's correspondence #event: the marshal is a catgirl #anonymous