#it is NAPOLEON. and I will kill him one day he is no great man none of us are great men caught in the wave of history nothing matters every
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#it is NAPOLEON. and I will kill him one day he is no great man none of us are great men caught in the wave of history nothing matters every#everything matters its all the same oh if only I could not see it this dreadful terrible it. in nineteenth century Russia we write letterse#we write lettters….#I need to get on top of my schoolwork but I just want to draw pictures on my iPad and binge watch darkwing Duck….#anyway.#donald duck#ducks as humans#della duck#webby vanderquack#Lena de spell#lena sabrewing#my art#ludwig von drake#ducktales#hueberry shortcake art
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My son is fascinated with military history. At first, I was uncomfortable with this. An obsession with the glories of war is, after all, one of the great diseases of young men everywhere. But war is history, and far be it from me to ignore an interest in history. So we watched video after video, about wars, about soldiers, about weapons, about great battles and great tragedies. And eventually I realized that it was something entirely different he was grappling with.
He wasn't fascinated by the glow of victory. He was trying to understand the vast tragedy of it all. After every video about some experimental weapon, invariably there would be the series of "what if you were a soldier and you were the first person you knew to see a tank?" "What if you were in the trenches and suddenly a dart came out of the sky and killed the guy next to you?" "Imagine you were in the Napoleonic Wars and..." He always wanted to explore the inhumanity of it from eye level.
We're past the intense phase, but he still does the same. He keeps up with the war in Ukraine, and comes to me sometimes with (often unverified) dunks on Russia, but mostly with the horrible death tolls, the amount of vehicles destroyed, the waste of it all. We have good conversations about how war turns soldiers into monsters and also about how a lot of the Russian army is confused young men who really ought to be home flirting and drinking beer with their mates. Those things can be true at the same time.
So I don't worry about it any more. But it can be a real drain, some days, thinking about the horrible inhumanity and waste of it all like that. Today, as often, he's trying to understand how one man can be so blind and evil and not realize that he's the bad guy. How you can threaten to nuke people and still see yourself as the hero. I don't know, I tell him. We can talk about living in a bubble and cognitive distortion and context all day but we're not going to find a rational answer. I love you for trying, though.
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Another day another comic to talk about!
This is a French Comic illustrated by Houy Raymond and published in 1953 by Vedette, It’s volume 5 of the "FanFan" Collection.
Oh wow The Conventionist! He looks so much younger here.
I think this is the only comic I've seen that has this chapter so far.
Look at my beautiful women, they look sooo well.
I love Javert's expression here but why does he look kinda sad.. since when does this **** have feelings??
The way he doesn't like the whole thing but accepts it at the end and gets his best nap.
Aww this is adorable and I like the colors, they are comfortable.
Yeah give me some Mabeuf moments with Marius!! always happy to see more of him. It's sad when one of the important characters is so forgotten.
THEODULE!!!!
He looks great as always and I love how this comic contains moments of him when his character is not important to the story lol
He has two moments, when he comes to visit his aunt and she asks him to spy on Marius and when she later introduces him to M. Gillenormand and he sits with him to listen to his empty talk.
Seriously just look at his face, I'm sure he regretted sitting with him.
Bless the illustrator for giving Montparnasse these lips and that elegant look.
and of course this moment when Valjean kicks his ass and gives him a fatherly admonition bc it’s ICONIC.
and here are my guys Les Amis who all look like they're wearing a liberty cap.
The way he stands on the table to prove how great Napoleon is ASDJFKASIKDASDF THIS IS SOOOO MARIUS.
I know that Azelma is younger than Cosette and Eponine but she looks like a baby here.
ok why are all the Thenardiers' children blond?? I want an explanation RIGHT NOW.
You don't know how much I love this moment. It's hard to explain. I just love them more than you can imagine.
The audacity he has to ask for water lol.. man ur a spy just shut up and stand there fr.
I can't believe they're still going to kill him after he showed them his chest.. It's Enjolras' chest PEOPLE.
The hilarious thing about this part is that Javert doesn’t seem interested in Valjean’s musty smell and makes him JUST SIT NEXT TO HIM.
and Hugo completes the story as if it’s a very normal thing.
Whatever the ending absolutely breaks my heart, but the way Cosette embraces and cares for her father warms my heart and I know it makes the ending ten times worse but... yeah.
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A friend said she read Crime & Punishment but wasn't impressed by it. All she recalled was an entitled man killing an old woman and pity party for the murderer's poor tortured soul. This was my response to her, I thought others might enjoy it too.
"It is a staunch criticism, not a pity party. There was this idea of a cosmopolitan man, a Nietzschean übermensch was someone capable of transcending social and moral codes. Prime example being Napoleon, a man without parallel. Them being 'great' would make them invincible to guilt because all actions they took would be something considered beneficial to society - Raskolnikov thought he was one of these men, and by devolving throughout the narrative he realizes he is not one of these "great" men, he is just like any other citizen and there is no excuse for thinking morals and laws don't apply to you. It's a direct message to the students and academic men of the time. The old woman is a horrible loanshark and abuses the woman she lives with, her niece, and he tries to convince himself that killing her would be excusable since he considers her a cancer on society. But he also ends up killing the niece to cover up his crime as she returns and witnesses it - removing even that sliver of argument or defense for his actions.
He hoped to 'serve humanity' by eradicating the mean-spirited moneylender, but also had the utilitarian idea that he would steal her money and use said money to further his education, so that he could become a great man and have positive influence and help more people. The whole murder has the spirit of a psychological experiment which fits the theme and craft of the novel. Raskolnikov has delusions of godhood and this is after Dostovyevsky has been in a gulag for 10+ years, so he knows that the young think themselves immortal and anointed, a common misconception of the youth in western education at the time and even to this day,
After killing her he realizes just how much he is not beyond good and evil. Something he previously thought was petty, something for plebians.
It has three dimensions, his biography, his christian faith (there's several references to the bible and lazarus who he symbolizes) and criticism/exploration of philosophical ideas. Its a direct response to utopian socialism and rational nihilism. He even foresaw many of the horrors of the russian revolution.
The epilogue is not just redemption, but sanctification. Raskolnikov has become a saint. Russian religion at the time was very orthodox and process-oriented, so we follow the steps of his redemption in the narrative. He confessed his sin out of weakness instead of strength, his transformation from the snivelling arrogant youth to a saint is not verbal, its a lived out experience and process.
even the title in russian refers to the carrying of a cross, the very first scene is him crossing a bridge from the dirty streets of Skt. Petersburg to fresh clean air of the pastoral. Both foreshadowing and commentary on the squalor most of the citizens live in. as well as the moral degradation of the cosmopolitan cities. Skt. Petersburg was usually described as extravagant and beautiful in literature, while he describes it as smelly, dirty and sort of a wasteland - a hell, you might say.
There's also this dominating motif of christian authenticity that is typical of russian lit. A christian heart will react in a christian way - meaning it will recognize good and evil in a way that a rationally educated mind does not. (especially in reference to that horrible scene with the horse)
Raskolnikov is described as a misanthrope, and alienated from both religion and other people, leading him to commit same sin as Cain, not killing his brother per se, but a fellow human being. that very act transforms him. something in him dies with the moneylender - his common humanity.
out of that death comes a different life, drawing parallel to Lazarus as I mentioned before. It's like a whole hermeneutic event, his return to common humanity starts with Sonia telling him the very story of Lazarus.
anyway, enough of me writing novels about novels! It's so convoluted and deep and I genuinely love it. Its a prime example of literature being an educating, moralizing element capable of engendering empathy and inspiring positive social progress."
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The Six Napoleons pt 2
Last time many people had plaster busts of Napoleon, which one of the owners admitted had no value. It was very strange.
And Lestrade is getting a bigger role, which I will always support.
For the first time our eyes rested upon this presentment of the great Emperor, which seemed to raise such frantic and destructive hatred in the mind of the unknown.
Do not understand why Napoleon is being referred to with such respect. Historically the British have not had the most positive relationship with the French. It's been super messy. But I guess if you rule enough places in the world and fight enough people then... Victorians thought you were cool? Even if you were French? And some of the people you fought were their grandparents?
This whole thing is strange to me.
Apart from the fact someone is dead. That I got.
“The most practical way of getting at it, in my opinion, is to identify the dead man."
That does seem like an important step in the investigation.
“No doubt; and yet it is not quite the way in which I should approach the case.”
I know that this is because Holmes doesn't think the dead man is linked to the case beyond being there at the time, and he cares about the puzzle here. But I do still believe that identifying the body is important.
"Tell him from me that I have quite made up my mind, and that it is certain that a dangerous homicidal lunatic with Napoleonic delusions was in his house last night. It will be useful for his article.”
Don't give my favourite character a false lead, Holmes!
"Let us make for Mr. Morse Hudson, of the Kennington Road, and see if he can throw any light upon the problem.”
This time I will not be taken in. Those are both surnames. I am sure of it!
"Disgraceful, sir! A Nihilist plot, that's what I make it. No one but an Anarchist would go about breaking statues. Red republicans, that's what I call 'em."
How times have changed! It's definitely the republicans who smash the statues of military dictators. Lolol.
"Do I know that photograph? No, I don't. Yes, I do, though. Why, it's Beppo. He was a kind of Italian piece-work man, who made himself useful in the shop. He could carve a bit and gild and frame, and do odd jobs. The fellow left me last week, and I've heard nothing of him since".
The 'no, I don't, wait, I do' is very realistic. I appreciate that. And clearly Beppo is a bad guy here. He just left his job right before all of this started to happen. He's either on the run from our Napoleonic Bust Buster or he is the Bust Buster himself.
"...we came to a riverside city of a hundred thousand souls, where the tenement houses swelter and reek with the outcasts of Europe."
So it's an immigrant area. And it's a shitty place to live. Surprising absolutely no one.
Their wholesale price was six shillings, but the retailer would get twelve or more.
Maths time
I believe that should be approximately £60 RRP per bust. So that doctor spent the equivalent of £120 on busts of Napoleon that were destroyed.
Sucks to be him, I guess.
The work was usually done by Italians in the room we were in.
Ooh, where did we last see an Italian? Or not see him, actually, because he had mysteriously and suspiciously disappeared a few days prior.
Beppo, what have you done?
"Beppo was his name—his second name I never knew. Serve me right for engaging a man with such a face."
Excuse me?
Oh, this is the guy that Watson compared to an ape, isn't it. Oh good grief. Seriously? I'm kind of on Beppo's side right now. Sure he killed someone, but you're clearly a dickhead. In fiction, the second one is definitely a worse crime.
If you weren't conventionally attractive according to Victorian values, you just died, I guess.
"No, I have never seen this face which you show me in the photograph. You would hardly forget it, would you, sir, for I've seldom seen an uglier."
People really need to stop saying things like that. If I were Beppo and I had to put up with that constantly, I would have knifed someone in the street, too.
"His name is Pietro Venucci, from Naples, and he is one of the greatest cut-throats in London. He is connected with the Mafia, which, as you know, is a secret political society, enforcing its decrees by murder."
The fact they have to explain what the Mafia is. 😂
And it should be noted, that Lestrade is at least also on the Italian path through his investigations. Yes, he's ignoring the busts, which is strange, but he's definitely sniffing up the right kind of tree.
I assume that whatever was hidden in the busts after the infamous knifing of June 3rd has some connection to Mr Venucci.
“Is a very simple one. I shall go down with Hill to the Italian quarter, find the man whose photograph we have got, and arrest him on the charge of murder."
OK, now he has skipped out a number of steps in the 'proving Beppo committed the crime' process.
Lestrade, I was rooting for you!
"I can't say for certain, because it all depends—well, it all depends upon a factor which is completely outside our control."
All the best plans rely on things that are completely outside of your control. I assume Holmes' plan is to lie in wait at the house of one of the other bust owners and hope that Beppo didn't find what he was looking for in the last bust he smashed.
For my own part, I had followed step by step the methods by which he had traced the various windings of this complex case, and, though I could not yet perceive the goal which we would reach, I understood clearly that Holmes expected this grotesque criminal to make an attempt upon the two remaining busts, one of which, I remembered, was at Chiswick. No doubt the object of our journey was to catch him in the very act...
It seems like you do, in fact, perceive the goal, Watson. The goal is to catch the criminal in the act. You don't perceive the criminal's goal, which is an entirely different thing.
I was not surprised when Holmes suggested that I should take my revolver with me. He had himself picked up the loaded hunting-crop which was his favourite weapon.
How does one load a hunting crop?
Oh... it has a steel core.
Well that doesn't seem very nice.
But I suppose neither is a revolver.
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Hi there as promised here it is my request :D The mansion residents have their s/o who feels insecure about her worth compated to them and low key insecure about their body too since they think to not be beautiful and are afraid their bigbreast are not attractive. No rush Take care Have a wonderful day :D
Here you go, dear! It's a quite spicy though!🔥
IkeVamp HCs: Insecure Busty S/O
How do they react to their large breasted, self conscious s/o feeling insignificant compared to them?
Suitors: Mansion residents
Tags: NSFW, body insecurities, body worship
Napoleon
He noticed lately that you had begun to act a little...strange. He couldn't quite understand what it was, but he was getting a feeling something wasn't right. It was little things.
How you dress; you seemed to wear less form fitting clothing around your ample chest. He figured it was your sense of style.
How you interacted with him; you seemed to speak to him in a manner that made it seem like he was superior to you. He didn't like it. Not at all.
You couldn't help it though. You just felt so...little, compared to him. He was the great Napoleon Bonaparte, the hero, the soldier, the emperor...the most perfect boyfriend you could ask for. And then...there was you. How you could possibly match up to him? How could you ever hope to be worthy of standing at his side?
He puts up with your odd little habits for a little while because he doesn't want to put you on the spot.
It's only when you make a self depreciating, half hearted joke about him being way out of your league that he has had enough.
He takes you by the hand and leads you somewhere where you could be alone. He gently, yet firmly pins one of your hands above your head, moving in closer you as your world is filled by the jade of his eyes. You rarely see him so serious, so stern, yet passion and love gleamed as well in those orbs.
"Why would you say that?"
A simple question, yet asked with so much emotion, it got the answers out of you quickly.
"I...I'm not good...enough for you, I...I'm not special like you. You're Napoleon...The Napoleon Bonaparte and I'm...me. Just me and these...ridiculous balloons!"
Your frustrated insults towards your breasts angers him a bit, though he manages to stave his temper in order to not frighten you.
How could you ever think like that? How could you ever doubt your worth? Don't you know how precious you are? It's more than he could stand.
"Nunuche!"
It comes out harsher than he intended but it gets your attention as you gape at him with your glassy wet eyes.
"You're wrong. You've never been more wrong. There's nothing wrong with you. Nothing at all. I came back to life to be a normal man. Not to be a emperor or a conqueror. I came back to be with you and only you. I don't need anything other than you, every perfect inch of you."
He punctuates his words by pressing kisses upon your plump breasts, holding you still as you shiver and whine under each meaningful touch before he claims your lips in a heart melting kiss. He wanted you to understand, you are everything he has ever wanted, all he could ever need, every curve, line, dip of your alluring body enticed and excited him. And he was going to prove it to you just how much he needs you.
Leonardo
To be honest, he would kill those feelings dead the second he noticed how you were acting. He always loved you the way you were. Your humanity, your curves, your smile, all of you.
So when you began to feel insecure, he picked up on it fairly quickly. How you felt about yourself, your body, your worth, comparing yourself to him, he could already see right through you, what you were thinking and when you were thinking it.
He will very much take you to his room for the evening and when you are comfortable in his arms, he will flat out question you, not bothering to beat around the bush, yet not being aggressive either.
"Tell me what's on your mind?"
If you don't put up any resistance, he won't have to get it out of you, which is good for you, because trust and believe if he wants to get answers, he will.
"Leonardo...are you sure you want to be with me?"
"Hm?"
He suspected you were having insecurities but it was different to hear it directly from your lips. It stung more when it came from you.
"Don't you think you could do better? Aren't you...settling?"
"You think I'm settling, Cara mia?"
"Why not, I mean...look at me. I'm not half the amazing person you are and I'm shaped so awkwardly and-hey!"
You were interrupted by Leo suddenly cupped a hand under your left breast over your night dress without shame or any form of hesitation.
"You've got some wild ideas, you know. Don't you know by now? You're perfect, tesoro. Every inch of you is stunning."
"L...Leona-Oh!"
His thumb gently slides against the top of your breast before slowly sneaking into your dress to rub on your nipple directly.
"You're a beauty, made with love and care from head to toe. Anyone could tell you that. And I'm the lucky guy to have won you over."
Littering kisses on your neck, your sighs and whimpers echo in his ears and heart as he pulls your back closer to his chest.
"And I'm going to remind you how much I appreciate you, Bella mia."
He punctuates that by lightly pinching the bud, signaling the beginning of a long passionate night.
Mozart
He probably wouldn't immediately notice something was wrong at first. He figured maybe you were having an off day when you started acting strange.
You seemed to take his harsher words a little harder than usual, you took more time to dress yourself differently than normal, almost as though you wanted to hide beneath the layers.
He doesn't address it for quite some time, he thinks maybe you're going through some...woman things but when it goes on for more than a week or two, he realizes that isn't the case and something more is wrong. It was getting a little worse the more time went on and he was getting worried, no matter how much he convinced himself he wasn't.
He confronted you while you were seated next to him at the piano. You had made a timid comment about you being around was probably an irritating distraction, which makes him stop midway through the melody. He stays there for a moment, his fingers numb over the keys before he turns to you with an almost glacial glare in the violet eyes.
"Who said you were irritating me?"
"...I just did?"
Your sheepish answer made his jaw tense up, so you quickly explain your sentiments.
"Mozart, I...well, don't you think you got the short straw when you got me? I mean, I'm not elegant, or talented like you and...and I'm awkward looking, my body is shaped horribly, I could never hope to be enough for you. I still remember you used to hate me the first day you met me and I-"
You're interrupted when the musician presses the piano keys a little harder than he meant to, startling you slightly.
You flinch back, only to be pulled closer to him still.
"You're ridiculous. Absolutely, insufferably ridiculous. Where do you get these ideas from? What could possibly be wrong with you, or your body? Don't you understand? You're the reason I play and enjoy it. My music takes on a life of its own when I'm with you. You are the melody in my heart, the never ending aria running through my mind. You are my treasure, mein liebe...So don't say such things ever again."
As you stare back at him stunned by his passionate and earnest proclamation, your spine straightens when you feel his hand around your waist as he settles you between his legs on the bench.
"I'll show you how much you mean to me."
His careful hand caresses your stomach through your corseted dress before those elegant fingers rise to gently part the collar, causing you to shiver as his digits rub your cleavage before slipping inside to further fondle you, his gentle and meticulous touches sending pleasurable shivers all over your body as he slips your dress off your shoulders completely.
Arthur
The ever observant writer had begun to notice when you had started acting out of character. How you would gently redirect his hands away from your breasts during your passionate nights, or you insisted on not disturbing him at all during his writing, or how you would seem to try and indulge him all the time.
He was worried, no doubt about it. In the back of his mind, he had an idea of what might be going on in that pretty head to be causing you to act this way but he didn't really want to consider it. You were so perfect, what could possibly be wrong with you?
But it only got worse over time. When you went out with him in public, you could see how his admirers lusted after him, even though he was clearly spoken for. How he remained surrounded by beautiful women, women who pin you with the most hateful, seething glares. You thought it was in disdain and superiority but in truth, it was out of jealousy.
Not just because you were with Arthur, it was also because of your body. They couldn't stand the fact that not only does Arthur no longer gave them the time of day, but the cause was the buxom beauty by his side. They were terribly, painfully envious of you.
Whatever the reason was, their stares made you feel even less adequate. You felt as though they were above you, so much better than you, Arthur deserved more than just...you.
Your feelings build up for some time and it all comes to a head one day when one of his former flings approached, a beautiful and elegant woman, hit on him right in front of you and when Arthur not only rejects her, but shows you off, a gorgeous woman with large breasts and a humble demeanor, the look she gives you is absolutely scathing, you would be ash, if looks could kill.
She makes a snide comment about Arthur having fun with his "empty headed busty doll" before she storms off and it's all it takes to have you in tears and run off, leaving Arthur stunned.
He doesn't take much time at all to find you again, his heart aching with worry and brings you back home for a long talk about your sudden reaction. He has you sit in his room and prods you for information.
"Arthur...why are you with me? You can do better...you've done better! You're surrounded by pretty girls all the time and...and I'm nothing like them, nothing like you! I can't match up to those women, how can I ever hope to be enough for you, I'm not...I'm not pretty or special, my body looks weird and-mph!"
Your tearful ranting is cut off by Arthur's lips crashing on yours. When he pulls away for a few inches, he interrupts your attempt at speaking with another kiss. And another and another until you give in to his ardent affection. He keeps kissing you and kissing you until you are a flustered mess and when he eventually stops, his sapphire eyes filled with pain, love, hurt and need as he holds your face in his hands to make sure you were only looking at him.
"Luv...I don't know how you started thinking like that but you are wrong. So impossibly, unreasonably wrong. Since the day I laid eyes on you, every other woman dimmed in comparison. How can I look at any other, when I have the most beautiful, perfect woman on my arm?"
He slides his large hands down your sides, caressing your curves under your clothes until you sigh. He deftly undresses you, marveling at your beauty.
"You drive me mad, love. You make my mouth water..."
He couldn't help but groan as he peppered kisses on your abdomen, working his way up your curvaceous physique and reveling in your sighs and moans then planting deeper kisses on your bountiful cleavage before pushing you on your back to show you his love and desire in its entirety.
Theo
Theo was no fool. He very quickly caught on that something was bothering you.
Sometimes you were absolutely silent when he teased you, or when he was with an associate, you went above and beyond to make sure you behaved as well as you could. Even off handed comments about yourself you thought he would brush off, he would take notice and commit them to memory
Theo, in all honesty, is not unfamiliar with the feeling of inferiority. He always compared himself to Vincent in many ways almost constantly, and he recognized similar behaviors in you and...he did not like it.
He had no intention of letting it go any further than it already had. So it isn't long before he grabs your arm and tugs you with him to be alone, despite your startled protests. Once it was just you and him, he folded his arms and shot you a glare as he stood face to face with you,
He was a lot taller than you, thus his mien made him all the more intimidating as he towered over you, reminding you of how much better you felt he was than you, how you felt you were not on his level, how insignificant you felt compared to him. it may seem imposing to you but he is concerned. He really is. He just wants to help you feel better before the problem got any worse. He may be acting brashly and kind of scary about it but all he wants is for you to be okay. That's all he wants.
"Talk hondje. What's going on?"
Gruff words, yet a gentler tone. That was Theo for you. And your response almost made his blood boil a little, if he was being honest.
"Theo, be honest...are you happy with me?"
"What?"
"Listen, I... I know you don't think it, but you're so incredible and passionate and talented and...then you have me. I could never match up to you. I mean, look at me. I'm...ordinary and my body is really-"
Your back meets the wall as your hands are pinned to it. The anger burns in those electric blue eyes as they narrow at you, almost dark with the storm clouds brewing within them, so fierce it silences you.
"Your body is really what?"
His tone dares you to target an insult towards your body which is perfect to him, so flawlessly sexy, enticing, he could barely resist you on a daily basis.
You can't bring yourself to finish your sentence, only because Theo looks so mad and...hurt. Hurt that you see yourself in such a negative light.
"Hondje, of all the things you've said, that is probably the most stupid and thoughtless. Have you seen yourself? You're completely, utterly, unbelievably gorgeous. You can't imagine how special you are."
He presses his forehead to yours, his expression softening more.
"I need you."
Gentle, soft, a little shaky with emotion as he looks into your sparkling eyes, admiring the gorgeous color before leaning forward to claim you in an ardent kiss. He effortlessly lifts you onto the nightstand as he unbuttons your dress, baring your shoulders and breasts to him. His eyes almost seem to glow with a look of passion and lust as a cunning smirk is written into his features.
"Looks like I haven't been paying enough attention to my hondje if she has the time to be thinking such ridiculous things. I'll remedy that."
Your only possible response is to cry out when he twists a nipple suddenly with his fingers, causing a shock of pleasure to run up your spine, the first of many of that evening, if his wandering hand beneath your skirts were any indication.
Vincent
He had sensed a slight change in you but he was having difficulty understanding what it was and why.
For the longest time, he has wanted to paint you but for one reason or the other, you always found a reason that you couldn't. He didn't want to push you if you didn't want to but he had a feeling that wasn't quite it. He really wasn't sure what it was but he reckoned it had something to do with the way you had begun to be more modest in your manner of dressing, especially when it came to your cleavage, which you seemed very conscious of.
Your gentle beau was very much worried about you and it showed in the blue sky of his eyes as he watches you go about your day. What could possibly be wrong?
One day he simply can't take it anymore and kindly asks you into his room, where he struggles with the question for a little bit, before simply asking you if something is wrong. After a slight struggle to get it out of you, your answer very nearly makes him wish he hadn't asked.
"Vincent...when you asked me to...the other day, when you asked to paint me...it's not that I didn't want you to, it's just that...well...Don't you want to spend your time painting something pretty?"
Vincent wasn't sure if the cracking sound he just heard was his paintbrush caving under his sudden tight grip, or his heart breaking.
"I mean...You're THE Vincent Van Gogh. One of the- No, the greatest artist to walk the earth! Why waste any of your paints on me and my...weirdly shaped body."
"..."
That's when it all clicks in his head where the problem lies. Well then.
"Y/N, do you standing up for me?"
Though confused, you do so and he gently moves you in front of a small round mirror in the corner of the room. With slow, thoughtful fingers, he undoes your dress little by little, meeting your now wide eyes in the glass.
"Do you trust me?"
It only takes his tender tone in your ear and the loving smile in the mirror to calm your nerves enough to nod as he slowly frees you of your garments until you are bare to the mirror, cradled to his chest as he brushes your hair onto your shoulder so he sees you in your entirety.
"You are so beautiful. So, so beautiful. I could stare at you all day."
Soft and oh so genuine. Not a hint of exaggeration or embellishment for your sake, because it's the truth and nothing but the truth. He presses deep kisses to your shoulder, up to your neck and then your cheek.
"You're the most beautiful I have ever seen..."
His whispers of love are accompanied by roaming hands stroking your hips and gently cupping your breasts as he rubs the undersides, smiling at your expression of need in the mirror, before proceeding to pleasure you even more.
Isaac
He could swear something was off about you but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what. You were acting a little out of character lately.
Sometimes you tried to keep up with his long explanations and try to follow his scientific line of thinking, yet it proved far more challenging than you thought. And you hated it. It made you feel silly, uneducated and unintelligent. You could never be on the same level as your genius physicist, why do you even try?
He could see you were feeling bad about something, but what? He couldn't figure it out and he wasn't sure how to help you, so he goes to Napoleon for advice, because he is beginning to worry.
Upon the soldier's prompting, Isaac opts to simply ask you what has been on your mind, and the opportunity presents itself when you are with him in his room and you had made the comment that it must be hard for such a bright man to be with such "a ditzy woman". You had said it in a somewhat joking manner, but the slight derisive tone caught the timid Isaac's attention.
"Why do you say that? Who called you ditzy?"
"Well...aren't I? I mean...you're so intelligent and innovative and incredible and I'm...just not. I'm not even that pretty on top of that, my body is awkward and unattractive and...it makes me think you can do a lot better than...just me."
"...There's nobody better than you..."
Your head lifts to watch Isaac, who had gotten closer and placed his hand over yours. His eyes were averted at first but then the sakura petals of his eyes meet your glowing ones with an almost desperate light.
"There's nobody else I want other than you. You're the woman I love and...You're just perfect the way you are!"
His cheeks redden as he earnestly looks at you, his hand holding yours tightly and he keeps his eyes on you as he leans in to take you into a sweet kiss.
"Your thinking is flawed because...I love you the way you are..."
Each word is punctuated with another kiss as his hands hold your waist. When he brushes your breast by mistake, he pulls back a little, his eyes alight with both desire and slight worry.
"Do you mind if I...show you?"
Once he has your consent, he gently nips your shoulders as he bares you from the waist up to shower you with the love you deserve.
Dazai
You may think he wouldn't notice a shift in your demeanor but he watches you more closely than you think. Golden eyes watch you as you look yourself over in the mirror, the discontent in your beautiful face, the disgusted curl of your lip at your full breasts. The timid requests to read his work with full expectance to be rejected.
The awe in your eyes as he spun riveting tales from the top of his head with flawless words of poetry and romantic fancy. You could never even hope to measure up to someone as talented as him.
He knows how you feel. He understands better than anyone what it's like to feel insignificant, unworthy of what you have. But he also understood now the importance of self-acceptance and letting yourself to be okay.
You taught him that. You were the one to help him in his time of need. Which is why he is sure to help you now.
He won't confront you right away. He would pay closer attention to you, showing subtle affection and complimenting you and making you feel good about yourself. This seems to improve your mood for a little bit and keep your tormenting thoughts at bay for a time, until one day he made a comment that he was lucky to have you, only for you to respond that being stuck with a "lumpy potato" like you was a worse stroke of luck than his gambling streak.
The playful smile on his face fades away as the novelist drops into a more wistful disposition. He says and does nothing other than taking you by the hand and leading you to his room and making sure there would be no interruptions. You feel some trepidation as he remains with his back to you for a moment until he speaks lowly.
"Y/N-chan...let me see you."
"Huh...?"
He moves behind you swiftly and silently, you almost can't react until he is unlacing the front of your dress for you. You gasp and put a hand on his to stop him as your cleavage is freed.
"W...wait, I-"
"Shh, it's alright."
His calming tone soothes you enough for him to slowly, carefully removes your dress from you as he gently turns you to face him, taking in all of your beautiful figure with admiration and desire burning in his gaze.
"...Oh my. It seems you are completely flawless. I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean, lovely Y/N."
While he sounds playful, he is serious. Very much so as he gently lays you down on his futon and climbs over you.
"...But I'm not...I'm not..."
"Not on my level? Not as talented as me? Is that what has been bothering you, tenshi?...Silly girl. Don't you know? You are my life, my reason to exist. You are the other half of me, a part of me...you are my everything."
Intertwining his fingers with yours he nuzzles your neck as he presses a kiss on it as his sultry voice takes on a sharp edge.
"So I'm sure you can understand...I simply can't let you go..."
He presses his lips to your perfect breasts, trailing sensual kisses all over you, encouraged by the pleasured sounds you make as he ventured lower, never once letting go of your hand.
Jean
Jean was not the most perceptive or knowledgeable about the female heart and how it operates but he is no fool. He could tell something was wrong. He didn't know what exactly, but he knew something was wrong.
It was small things he noticed about you. From your timid posture to your mannerisms. He wasn't entirely sure how to approach you, he didn't want to push your boundaries, but he also wanted to get to the bottom of whatever was bothering you.
You would often stare after him in all his grace and his ethereal splendor and wonder what he saw in you sometimes. Why you? But Jean saw you differently.
It was you, after all, who always helped him when he needed it, whether he wanted it or not. You accepted him for what he was in his entirety with no qualms and loved with wholly and unconditionally. It's for that reason that he devotes himself entirely to getting to the root of the issue.
He agonizes for quite some time on how to broach the subject before ultimately just deciding to ask you upfront. With that in mind, he sets out to find you. Once he does, he appears so serious and determined you are taken aback. He asks you directly what is bothering you and assures you he will do whatever he can to make it better. He never expected the answer he was given.
"Jean...what made you love me? I'm so...average."
"...What?"
"It's just the facts, there's nothing special about me. Nothing at all. What could possibly be worth looking at? I'm not strong, or interesting, or pretty or-"
"Enough."
His stern command silences you enough for him to stop your crestfallen tirade against yourself as you look away, only for him to cup your face. He makes sure you are solely at him because he wants- no, needs you to understand how much you mean to him.
"I cannot permit you to say such things. They hurt me. You are more than I could ever be. It is I who is unworthy of you. It was you who, despite the unspeakable deeds I have done, chose to love me irregardless of how I had hurt you. It was you who pulled me from the darkness within me and it is you who fills my mind and my heart. You have my whole soul, mon ange, all your splendor and radiance is more than I deserve."
He tugs you closer to him, his hands running up your back slowly before brushing the sides of your large sensitive breasts, causing you to shiver in need. He looks into you with his normally starless eye filled with burning desire, for you and you alone.
"And you need to know how beautiful you are. Allow me to be the one to show you."
With that, he carefully disrobes you, careful to not frighten you, his hands explore every inch of you with adoration and reverence as he whispers sweet words into your ear, gently cupping your breasts and massaging them as you moan ever so wantonly into his ear.
Comte
Comte took great pride in you as his lover and partner. He simply loved to shower you in compliments and gifts alike, so he is a little perplexed when you start acting a little...withdrawn.
It wasn't a drastic change in your behaviour just subtle changes. How you behaved when you were in public with him, always talking him up to his associates and shy away from any recognition for yourself. How you tended to remain covered with shawls around your abundant breasts. He suspected you were just modest at first but it was when you seemed to cover yourself in front of him as well that he knew it was more than general timidity.
You could feel a little...insignificant when you watched him be surrounded by comely nobles and charmed women at the latest event you had accompanied him to. You couldn't see the looks of awe they gave not just Le Comte, but the curvaceous beauty by his side. You couldn't hear the men around your lover ask him where he found such a wonder.
To you, you merely were...less than him. You couldn't be on the same level as the elegant noblewomen who stared at your breasts with envy and jealousy. You decide to excuse yourself as you wander to the balcony to take a moment to yourself and feel the soothing breeze. It's just you and your self doubting thoughts for the longest time until you feel that familiar touch at the base of your spine. You start slightly before looking over your shoulder to see Comte watching you with a smile laced with concern behind those gleaming eyes.
"What has been bothering you, cherie?"
Knowing there was no point in denying it, you let your feelings spill.
"I...I don't...you can be honest...do you feel embarrassed to be seen with me?"
"Pardon?"
"I mean...I'm no noblewoman. I'm not born into aristocracy and I don't know how to act and...and I'm not like those other women, they're so perfect, and you're so perfect, you fit right in and I'm...I'm...awkward to look at, I'm nothing special, I'm-"
His finger on your lips stops you from going forward as you look up at him with glassy eyes. His own are saddened yet serious and solemn.
"Mon diamant, don't think like that. You don't seem to be aware how brightly you shine amongst the crowd. You are like a perfect rose in full bloom, every inch of you is so intricately beautiful, so breathtaking, you outshine any noblewoman here with ease. You could never embarrass me, mon amour, I am the proudest man in Paris, now and always."
He gently turns you to face the balcony as he holds you to his chest, shielding you from any prying eyes as he tenderly brushes your neck and kisses it as the shoulders of your dress start sliding down at his prompting.
"So perfect. So tempting...How could you ever think otherwise, mon coeur?"
He whispers in the most seductive tone as he presses more kisses on your now bare shoulders, leaning over your shoulder to pepper even more on the top of your breasts as you moan, your restraint being stretched as you tried to make as little noise as possible as he fondles one breast and showers the other in sensual, lustful kisses. All you could do is moan your pleasure softly to the night dotted with stars.
Sebastian
He himself doesn't consider himself anything special, merely a butler to the world's greatest figures, so your odd behaviour would most definitely confuse him.
Sometimes he would notice that you often fussed about the appearance of your clothing, especially how it fit around your bust. He figured perhaps it was a comfort issue, so he let it go at first.
When you thought he wasn't looking, you would gaze at the hardworking, efficient man who had taken you for a lover and you can't help but wonder why he isn't with someone more put together and conscientious. Surely, it would make his life a little easier than dealing with the novice you felt you were.
Sebastian noticed that you were only getting more and more nervous around him, especially when you made mistakes. Such an incident occurred when you were washing the dishes alongside him and lost your grip on a plate when it bumps into your sizable chest, which then shattered on the floor. Sebastian was taken aback at your reaction to the trivial accident.
You were feeling particularly low that day and that broken plate was all it took to make you fall apart as you rushed and hurried and fretted with tears in yours to rectify your mistake, stuttering out apologies and promises to fix it. The butler stood stunned for a moment before taking you by the shoulders and stopping you in your tracks before you can hurt yourself.
"Y/N, calm down, it was just a mistake."
"It was a stupid mistake! I'm useless at this, why do you even bother with a lost cause like me!"
Your words cut him and they cut him deep. So this is what you've been feeling...
He calmly asks you to go to his room and wait for him there, he would be there before long.
Once he joins you after finishing the chores and cleaning the plate, he sits by you on the bed and tenderly questions you on what is weighing on you.
"I just wish...sometimes I could be of more use to you...You do everything around here and I want to take the load off your shoulders even just a little but I keep messing up because of...of these! They're so big and weird and they make me look odd..."
You direct to your breasts, annoyance and doubt evident in your shaky voice as you stare at the wall before you. You gasp very softly when gentle fingers take a hold of your chin and turn your head towards silver eyes filled with solemn concern and love.
"Don't talk about your body that way. There's nothing wrong with it and there is nothing wrong with you. Working alongside you everyday is nothing short of a joy, don't think otherwise. I couldn't imagine what it'd be like to not have you stay exactly as you are..."
He affirms these words by pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss, which gets deeper with every passing moment. You feel a shiver of need go up your spine as his careful fingers brush your cleavage, when it was exposed, you were unsure. But as Sebastian's hand slipped into your dress to cup your breast, you found no time to worry about that, at the very moment.
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Since this is the place to go when one has whacky AU ideas, let me share mine: TMFU fantasy AU where Illya is a galant, brave knight working for evil king Oleg. Oleg sends him on a quest to capture and bring back a mythical creature (I'm imagining a phoenix, but a dragon could work too), beacuse he wants to keep the creature in a cage and show it off to other kings and nobles. Plot twist, this mythical creature is Napoleon (let's say that he can change into human form too because he's magical and powerful). Gaby is a peasant and a part-time inventor from a remote village who joins Illya on his quest.
Oh, I like this one a lot (and I don't think it's that wacky, honestly)! I love magical creature!Napoleon who can change from human to creature form and back again. A phoenix, I see him preening all the time, being pretty vain about his feathers (and hating it whenever he goes up in flames and he has to grown it all out again lollll). Obviously dragon!Napoleon fits super well since he's a great lover of shiny things. You know he has the most fabulous hoard.
Gaby obviously hears about the quest and invites herself along, much to Illya's chagrin. He doesn't have time to be looking after civilians. Gaby of course scoffs at this, because she doesn't need protection. Her story is that she wants in some of the glory, but really she's worried about the quest. Maybe her father (who disappeared when she was young) told her about this magical creature, and how the creature was special, so she's actually tagging along partly so she can see/meet him, but also so that she can try to disrupt Illya's quest. Illya is conflicted because he wants to be very chivalrous to this lady (Gaby laughs a long time at that), but also he has to put up with this troublesome peasant who's making his life difficult.
There's a little town not far from the creature's lair, and Illya and Gaby stop there to stay in an inn. There, they meet a gorgeous, enthralling man with a sharp jaw and a sharper smile: Napoleon. (More under the cut, because this turned into a whole fairy tale.)
Illya is immediately taken with him, but he can't allow himself to be distracted from his quest. Napoleon isn't easily put off, though. He finds out what Illya's aim is and tells him he can help, offers to go with him. The last thing Illya wants is another tag-along, but he also finds it quite difficult to say no to Napoleon, which is how they all end up traveling together. Napoleon tells them stories about the creature (about how wonderful it is, naturally), and as they get closer Illya's misgivings about his quest grow. He never liked it from the beginning, the idea of caging some wild creature, but he likes it even less after hearing everything from Gaby and Napoleon.
Meanwhile, in the days it takes them to reach the creature's layer, Illya falls steadily more and more in love with Napoleon. How can he resist? Napoleon is vibrant and smart and funny and fucking stunning, and Illya doesn't stand a chance. So when, the night before they're due to reach the creature's lair, Napoleon just disappears, Illya loses it. He's distraught, thinking something happened to Napoleon, and he spends the next day searching for him to no avail. He thinks maybe Napoleon went after the creature himself for some reason, maybe he got into trouble, so Gaby and Illya finally go to the creatures lair. Of course, they find the ring that Napoleon was wearing there, along with the creature, and Illya goes off in a blind rage, thinking Napoleon is dead. He captures the creature, and it's only through Gaby's intercession that he doesn't kill it. Instead, he binds it using the magical rope he'd brought along that will prevent it from escaping or wielding any magic of its own.
The trip back is somber. Gaby tries several times to convince him not to turn the creature over to Oleg, but he won't hear it. For all he knows, this creature killed Napoleon. When they get back, Oleg is naturally delighted. The creature is put in its magic cage, Illya is lauded as a hero, and Gaby goes back to her inventions. There's a problem, though. The creature is fading. Becoming dull and lifeless, a mere shadow of its former glory. Illya finds himself visiting the creature, though he doesn't really know why. To try to find out what's wrong with it, he says, though that's not it. He mostly talks to the creature, because the creature can't speak and just listens. It's safe to talk about all the things he can't normally tell anyone. He tells the creature about growing up, how his father was imprisoned and how he owes Oleg for picking him out of the gutter. That's why he couldn't say no. He also ends up talking about Napoleon (he doesn't notice the creature perk up at this), and even confesses that he thinks he was in love with him.
Despite the fact that he still thinks the creature is responsible for Napoleon's death, he worries about it. He goes to Gaby, because she seemed to know a lot about it before. She convinces him to sneak her into the palace to see it, and the creature perks up again at her presence. Clearly it's this cage, she tells Illya, a creature like this isn't meant to be confined. That's what's killing it. Illya doesn't know what to do. He can't betray the man who gave him everything (even if that man also always treated him like dirt), and anyway the creature killed his love. Why should he help it? But he knows in his heart what he must do. He's the galant knight, after all. So he opens the cage, but by this point the creature is too weak to move. Illya carefully gathers the creature into his arms to carry it out. Once free of the spells that dampened its magic, the creature transforms back into Napoleon, right in Illya's arms (naked, of course, lol—creatures don't wear clothes!).
Illya is stunned, and thinks its some kind of trick at first, but Napoleon convinces him. He's still super weak from the confinement and not being able to use his magic, and so Illya takes him to his house at first. As Illya is nursing him back to health, Napoleon asks if what he said when he was talking to the creature was true. Illya tries to pretend he doesn't know what Napoleon is talking about, because he assumes that there's no way Napoleon can love him back, but of course that turns out not to be true! Napoleon fell in love with him immediately, which was the only reason he allowed himself to be captured in the first place: he couldn't hurt Illya, even to save himself.
Napoleon improves, but before too long Oleg finds them. He's enraged by the fact his creature is gone and he's convinced that the newcomer (Napoleon) is behind its escape (well, he's not wrong). Illya of course refuses to kill him, which makes Oleg even angrier, and he threatens to arrest Illya just like his father. Our intrepid trio have to flee for their lives. Fortunately, between Illya's strength, Gaby's cleverness, and Napoleon's magic, they don't have much trouble. They go back to Napoleon's lair to pick up as much of his hoard as they can, though they can't stay there because Oleg's people will be looking for them. Instead they decide to set out on their own to see more of the world, traveling from town to town and picking up odd jobs. Eventually they find someplace far from Oleg's kingdom to settle down and spend the rest of their lives (this kingdom is ruled by a sarcastic but kind king named Waverly).
And they all lived happily ever after.
#fairy tale#tmfu aus#napollya#the man from uncle#the man from u.n.c.l.e.#napoleon x illya#napoleon x illya x gaby#tmfu#napoleon solo#illya kuryakin#gaby teller#headcanons and aus#fairy tale au#fantasy au
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sometimes im looping Letters because these terrible questions... what am i to write how do i choose what do i do i shall never be happy again these terrible questions im so alone here and i see nothing but the candle in the mirror no visions of the future so lost and alone.
but generally im looping Letters because i have calculated the number of the beast it is NAPOLEON. six hundred three score and six and i will kill him one day he is no great man none of us are great men
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One day Maximilien Robespierre saw a baby about to be guillotined by his order. The little boy asked him, "why are you killing children? What if i wanted to terrorize people like you do? What if I have my dreams?" Robespierre patted his head, staining his forehead with blood, and set him free from the cart full of toddlers heading to the guillotine. "You are going to be a great man one day", he said, as the kid was running away. That boy was Napoleon Bonaparte, one of the two babies who survived the Reign of Terror.
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The Author James Matthew Barrie was born on May 8th 1860 in Kirriemuir.
J M Barrie, as he became known, received his early education from The Glasgow Academy and Dumfries Academy. Despite his earnest wish to become a writer, his family emotionally blackmailed him to pursue a worthwhile profession, for instance, ministry. However, he struck a bargain that he would receive higher education from a university with a major in literature. While studying at University of Edinburgh, he served as a drama reviewer for Edinburgh Evening Courant. In 1882, he earned his Masters of Arts degree.
I think we all know about his most famous work, Peter Pan so I have dug up a few alternative facts on Barrie for this post, he was a friend of fellow author Arthur Conan Doyle and in a "spoof" tale about Sherlock Holmes he was the first to "kill off" the famous detective.
Barrie was something of an eccentric: he used to order Brussels sprouts every day for lunch purely because he enjoyed saying the words.
He set up a celebrity cricket team featuring G. K. Chesterton, Arthur Conan Doyle, Jerome K. Jerome, A. A. Milne, and H. G. Wells. They were named the Allahakbarries In the mistaken belief that the Arabic phrase ‘Allah akbar’ means ‘heaven help us’ (it actually means ‘God is great’). They were active as a cricket team between 1890 and 1913.
One of J. M. Barrie’s less well remembered stage works was the 1901 comedy Quality Street, set during the Napoleonic Wars. The play is not read or revived much now, but its lasting legacy was in providing the confectioners, Mackintosh’s, with a name for their new chocolates in 1936, so Quality Street got their name from Barrie's play.
Not all his plays were successful and as you would expect from a literary man like Barrie he wittily summed this up with this assessment that ‘some of my plays peter out, others pan out’
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how do you think napoleons mental health fared at st. helena? obviously he was pretty depressed but i like your take on things
Hahaha oh man. Napoleon on St. Helena.
I mean, he had his good days and his bad, but yeah I would say there is a broad undercurrent of melancholy to him on St. Helena - but how much of that is looking back and knowing what a dismal end it was going to be, it's hard to say. We go to him with things already coloured, to a certain degree, which informs how we assess that time.
The first few years we see him in better spirit than later on. Which makes sense, by 1819/20 he knew he was sick - I don't think he knew outright that he was dying, but he knew he wasn't well. (And Napoleon knew what killed his father and that men in the family did have a habit of dying on the younger side (and he would join their number).)
Being sick and in pain brings out the worst in all people, let alone Napoleon who was not a good patient, to say the least. And being sick does nothing for mental health, worsening an already not great situation.
In addition, the living situation wasn't ideal for many reasons (damp, cold, draughty, limited privacy etc.) and then there were the stressors of being a prisoner, not having freedom of movement in the way he did previously, managing the shifting dynamics of Longwood which were many and complex, being surrounded by people who are here because of you and who all want to leave and are not subtle about it, possible personal recriminations (the acknowledgement that he may be slightly to blame for the situation only comes in later years) so on and so forth.
But yeah, I'm not sure what I have to say on this beyond the obvious and what has been said already by better informed historians than myself.
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I suppose with Writer Hat On, I would say that I think we can see him beginning to unpack some things that he had held at a distance during Empire when he was performing what he thought an Emperor should be (e.g., Duroc's death, Josephine's death, a few childhood things, various resentments he had etc.). Or if not unpack, certainly look at in more depth than he seems to have done previously.
However, we don't have the minute-by-minute account of him from Empire how we do with St. Helena and so it's really impossible to say this with any grand certainty. It's truly just my idle speculation based on the fact that gods' know he had time and also the brain, when you're finally settled and not rushing around working 16h days, starts to do this thing of allowing you to access memories/feelings/etc. that you might not have been able to recall or look at previously and if you want to you, you can work through them. Napoleon, being Napoleon, likely looked at them then said "back into the mental cabinet with you. If I never think about difficult things or talk about them, it makes them go away, right?"
Napoleon was certainly bitter about his situation on St. Helena and that shows up in some of his pronouncements. It's one of the reasons I'm warry of taking Napoleon's assessments about his feelings towards people from this time too seriously. They certainly may reflect how he felt at that moment, and what he believed for that second, but are they fulsome accounts of his thoughts and views and feelings? Not really.
For example, it's on St. Helena where we get his pronouncement of having loved very few people in his life (and Joseph is one of them). Napoleon dared sit there and say shit like, "I have only ever loved five (5) people in all 40+ years of my life" and Bertrand, who has known him since Toulon, has to nod and go, "uh huh. sure. mk."
(I imagine Bertrand did a lot of staring into the camera during St. Helena, I swear you can practically hear it in some of his journal entries.)
Napoleon: fucking English rewriting stuff in their newspapers, changing it all around, full of lies. Revisionism!
Bertrand: yes. we wouldn't know anything about that would we.
Napoleon: get out.
But, all this said, Napoleon was also a person who tried to rally, even in adverse circumstances of which there was no end in sight. Other than death. So, despite low spirits there were plenty of moments of joy and humour and pleasure to be seen throughout his time there.
It is a fun game to go through and look at his declarations about people and events and they do somewhat align with the good days and bad (i.e., he had some beautiful things to say about Josephine and they're generally captured in the front end of their St. Helena stay, when he was still in good health, and they're on days when like the Balcombes visited and Napoleon was in lively spirits because of it. Granted, Mrs. Balcombe looked like Josephine, apparently, so that I'm sure also jogged some of Napoleon's happier memories).
It's as I said at the top, there were good days and bad. Was he depressed? Likely yes. I mean, once again we can't diagnose the dead, and nor should we. But, if you want my "after three glasses of wine, quick ask Ellis their opinions on dead people" view, Napoleon certainly seems to have been broadly on the depressed side for much of his time there. Was he always in the dumps? No. Absolutely not. But does it seem to be an undercurrent of life for him while on St Helena? Yes, more or less.
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I hope that answers your question! I'm honoured that you want my opinions on these things and endeavour to try and be balanced, in my own way.
And again, because this is tumblr I feel the need to add the usual disclaimer of: don't psychoanalyse the dead in a professional capacity. If you're reading a work that starts going down that path, engage critically and know that it's all malarkey.
I'm personally responding to asks, providing what I hope are reasonably even-keeled replies, and don't endorse the psychological-analysis approach to history that some historians engage in (i.e., the "let's give everyone various disorders and diagnose them based on extant information which is naturally flawed and, of course, incomplete. Because this seems like a reasonable thing to do" approach).
All that said - thank you for the ask! I do enjoy nattering on about Napoleon. ❤️❤️
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Most Anticipated Movies 2023
Though the COVID pandemic can still be referenced within the film realm as the recent Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery does, the movie industry itself has now seemingly fully recovered from those lockdown days and we now get to enjoy the full might of Hollywood and indies yet again. As such 2023 is proving to be a stacked yet for movies. There’s a lot of them! So many! Many of which will most likely be crap, but here I am listing the ones I am most excited for. Again, come end of 2023 and prepped for disappointment for a lot of these, but as of right now I am full of hopes and dreams! So, in no particular order...
HONOURABLE CURIOUS MENTIONS: Oppenheimer, Next Goal Wins, The Old Way, Wonka, Mission Impossible - Dead Reckoning: Part One, Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse
John Wick: Chapter 4 - It simply doesn’t get better than seeing Hollywood sweetheart the beautiful Keanu Reeves plays an unkillable hitman who is able to kill a man with a single pencil or a book or any item at his disposal, let alone give him a gun. Those headshots then come at the speed of a Call of Duty pro-player! So obviously I want to see what’s next for Mr Wick.
Killers of the Flower Moon - Let the Brendan Fraser renaissance continue! It’s been absolutely adorably awesome seeing him back and looking so happy and pleased to be appreciated for how amazing he is! I mean, yes Killers of the Flower Moon also happens to be a new crime drama from one of cinema’s greats Martin Scorsese featuring a cast including Leonardo DiCaprio and Robert de Niro, but honestly I’m just happy seeing Fraser getting solid work again. Go get them tiger!
Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre - Technically this was originally slated as an early 2022 release, however due to distribution issues it has been moved a year later. Regardless, Guy Ritchie always makes slick gangster flicks, with his recent The Gentlemen being especially cool and badass, so I’m willing to see Ritchie continue making these types of films as many times as he wants, as long as his dialogue stays sharp and Hugh Grant keeps saying “Darling” during every appearance.
The Super Mario Bros. Movie - Setting aside the controversial lack of effort that Chris Pratt is putting into that Mario voice, this animated effort from Universal and Illumination is actually looking surprisingly enjoyable. The animation looks great and there are some great nostalgic call backs to the games, and even the voice cast (aside from Pratt) are all sounding great. That Bowser voice from Jack Black - woah!! Can’t wait to hear more of that!
Napoleon - Ridley Scott is doing a movie about Napoleon, and Napoleon himself is played by Joaquin Phoenix. Great director, superb actor, an integrally interesting historical figure at the narrative centre... what’s not to be excited for!
Knock at the Cabin - M. Night Shyamalamalamalamadingdong is back with another plot twist. Look, M Night is very hit-and-miss, and when he’s great he’s great, but when he’s bad he’s bad in a fun way. His last film Old was filled with plot-holes, inconsistencies and ridiculous narrative choices, yet I had a ball watching it and pointing out all the obvious foreshadowing. And then Shyamalan is also responsible for The Happening, which, well, happened. Anyway, new Shyamalan film - gimme gimme gimme!
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 - Before James Gunn fully takes over the running of DC films (though he already took Henry Cavill as Superman away from us the monster!!!) he still has one Guardians film from Marvel left for us. And though I was not a fan of Vol. 2, the recent Holiday Special has reinstated my hope in this ragtag space-travelling group of outcasts, and Gunn himself has been on a roll with The Suicide Squad and Peacemaker, so they’ve got this. Also Rocket has an otter girlfriend in this one so I’m ready to witness some animal loving.
Barbie - Okay, so it’s okay for a guy to look forward to a Barbie movie?? What’s so wrong with that?? It’s not weird! I don’t have a thing for dolls if that’s what you’re thinking. Nope, in fact I am more hoping that similar to how The Lego Movie managed to take a famous toy and create a superbly meta entertaining movie classic, Barbie shows promise to also go against conventional genre tropes and do something different weird. At least judging from that 2001: A Space Odyssey piss-take of the teaser, Greta Gerwig and Noah Baumbach have created something real unique. Also Ryan Gosling as Ken.....either the greatest casting choice or the worst decision ever. We’ll see...
Renfield - Nicolas Cage is a worldwide treasure, and one thought that him playing himself in a movie was the craziest thing yet. Nah, now he’s playing Dracula. Yep, THE Nicolas Cage is playing THE Count Dracula! And this time he really is a vampire!
Cocaine Bear - It’s a bear that’s high off it’s tits on cocaine and is going on a murderous rampage whilst trying to get more cocaine. I don’t need this to be a good movie. I don’t need it to win any awards. I just want there to be bears, I want there to be cocaine, and ideally those two to be connected for the entire time. What’s more is this is based on the real life story of a 175lb black bear who ingested a duffel bag of abandoned cocaine in northern Georgia in 1985. I mean yes that bear died fairly quickly, but in the movie they’ve evidently taken some creative choices (and definitely the correct ones!!) and instead this bear is simply killing everyone left and right and being high as a kite. And from that recent trailer from the very first appearance you can tell that this bear is on cocaine. That is all I want.
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here at home i drink and read and drink and read and drink and i fill my mind with rot while my heart is empty and i've been studying the cabal and i've calculated the number of the beast it is napoleon i will kill him one day he is not a great man none of us are great men we are just caught in the wave of history nothing matters everything matters it's all the same if only i could not see it, this dreadful, terrible it
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and i've calculated the number of the beast, it is napoleon! i will kill him one day. he is not a great man, none of us are great men. we are just caught in the ave of history. nothing matters, everything matters, it's all the same.
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Ho postato 433 volte nel 2022
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#the three musketeers - 6 post
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#napoleon's abusiveness showing in how many people of his higher rank sent him to go fuck himself
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#5
AAAAND another one of my mad AUs
Music? On and rocking
Courage? Mustered
Dignity? Already waved her goodbye
OK i’m ready. Apparently summer, having to study for exams i dislike and most of all reading nice books that send me in hyperfixation with the characters give me IDEAS™.
After some time spent convincing myself to do it i’ve finally read The Three Musketeers and having loved it to FOLLY, i CLEARLY devoured also Twenty Years After and started the Viscount of Bragelonne (Athos, i love you, but we’re not talking of you, forgive me my man).
This new obsession tonight coupled with my ever present love for LOTR and Silm and since APPARENTLY heat goes up to my head, i thought:
Ok, here we have Aramis, ridiculously always good looking, even at like... 20 years from the first time we meet him he is THE SAME AS ALWAYS and in the Viscount for the little i know for now he didn’t age much either, Devilishly good with horses AND swords (eggrazziearcazzo, you may say, he’s a MUSKETEER) with almost ZERO impulse control (Athos works as impulse control for them, actually) but GREAT cold blood, can apparently sing quite well, some disregard for rules and some great agility and effort in actually always managing to break one of two of those and... oh look, all the boxes check and hear me out.
Aramis. Being. MAGLOR FEANORION!!
I talked about this with my darling @tairin, my nice sis who i love and thank very much for being always there to hear me rambling about my obsessions and not having killed me yet. And she is even more of a genius than i suspected! (@joachimnapoleon please don’t kill us) She made me give a second check to who ELSE checked all the boxes and here, the illumination.
Good looking
Incredible with horses
Apparently skilled in verses/songs
Devilish with a sword
some disregard for rules NOT imposed by himself
Joachim Murat. Being Maglor Feanorion.
Tolkien fandom out here (@thiswaycomessomethingwicked i get you’re one of us?) tell me if maglor wouldn’t have a portrait of himself like this one of our darling jojo, c’mon!
He checks out also the diva personality!!
Anyway, this was my new silly AU, don’t kill me please, i still have to pass biochemistry and see confirmed my credits for cmcf, i’m too young to die and my cats would miss me😂
I hope you at least laughed a bit form this one silly thing.
12 note - Postate 15 giugno 2022
#4
Happy death day Naps!
Wandering around facebook i found this nice Dumas quote
Do not be deceived, today I am doing better; but I feel the same that the end is approaching. When I am dead, each of you will have the sweet consolation of returning to Europe: you will see one another’s relatives, the other’s friends. As for me, I will see my good ones in heaven...Yes, yes - he added, animating and raising his voice with an inspired accent - yes, Kleber, Dessaix, Bessières, Duroc, Ney, Murat, Massena, Berthier will come to meet me, they will tell me about what we did together, and I will tell the last events of my life: Seeing me again, everyone will go crazy with enthusiasm and glory. We will talk about our wars with Scipio, with Caesar, with Hannibal, and it will be a pleasure... Unless - he added, smiling - they are afraid to see many warriors gathered up there.
- A. Dumas, Napoleone.
Just to wish him a happy death-day
12 note - Postate 5 maggio 2022
#3
Guys i just needed to vent out a bit. We can’t find my cat. we looked into the house, outside, all over the sort-of-village where i live (i live in the country) and we can’t find it. Does any of you have an idea of why a cat can be disappeared in such a way? I just know that a moment she was inside and the other she was nowhere to be seen. I just needed to vent out a bit ‘cause i think i’m panicking just as much as before when we where actively looking for her. Do you have any idea of why a cat can just... fly and boh... i don’t even know if she actually is outside the house, even if i looked everywhere in. She’s injured under her neck, she had a dermatitis that we can’t manage to heal, even if she is way better than some months ago. sorry, just some venting out i don’t know how to cope with this
14 note - Postate 3 febbraio 2022
#2
Excerpt from ‘Gioacchino Murat e l’Italia meridionale’ -- presentation of the King
Sooo guys. Some time ago i got a book, ‘Gioacchino Murat e l’Italia meridionale’ which was introduced to me by @joachimnapoleon and after reading it I thought of making a post about it. Hope you will enjoy it!
So let’s get started! In the third part of the book we have a focus on the people who actually governed Naples, starting with the King and the Queen and proceeding with the ministers, describing how their personalities fitted in their roles and how they actually got their work done; this post will be about our favourite King of Naples, Joachim Murat. (the mistakes in the translation are entirely mine)
Here the original text in italian
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18 note - Postate 14 maggio 2022
Il mio post numero 1 del 2022
Just arrived!! I'm looking forward to reading it! I'm sure it will be epic!
28 note - Postate 26 novembre 2022
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