#general junot

[xinthorns]

I loaf him so much

[askgeraudduroc]

A YANDERE Tea Party!

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🌿Part 1🌿

@murillo-enthusiast: THE MACARÈL ARE YOU DOING YOU CAPBORDÀS

@armagnac-army: WHOSE SWEARING NOW HIPPOCRITE!!!!

@napoleon-bonapartee: Well..I'm here now.. i was expecting a great time with wines.. It NOT WINE it was TEA

@your-dandy-king: "Darling, [...] Can you do that whirlwind thing? Or turn into air? Fly? Pop in and out like Helene does?"

@general-junot: Duroc? Ah, it’s good to see a friendly face again. What drinks do you serve here, just tea or anything stronger?

@le-fils: this is a tea party, Eugène at least would like to be able to eat and drink something. Possibly without any vines getting in the way. And where's Duroc gone?

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As just expected, the vines instantly acts and now also take hold of the other hand of Lannes, while also putting a strawberry tart into his mouth.

Meanwhile, with everyone else, his hands would get free but in exchange their lower part will get restrained to the chairs even more.

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[captainknell]

Happy birthday General Junot! September 25, 1771

[xinthorns]

VOTE @general-junot !! I've never written propaganda for this before but here I go

Jean Andoche Junot was known as "The Tempest" for his passionate bouts of anger and impulsive life-style. He was a gambler and alcoholic and was very charismatic. Here's an excerpt about Junot:

"He present excellent extemporary speeches and composed poetry, which Junot's future wife wrote was quite good. He also had a quick wit and was considered a good comedian. He could dance, act, and draw as well. Combined with his good looks, easy demeanor, and his free hand with wine, Junot was often the life of a party"

Sample of Junot's handwriting ^

Napoleon Bonaparte met Junot at the battle of Toulon when Naps needed someone to write and deliver a letter in the midst of battle, Junot excitedly volunteered. As he was writing the letter a shell hit the ground close to the two of them but Junot didn't flinch. He made a joke about how the impact of the shell made it so he didn't have to wait for the ink to dry. His composure while under fire impressed Napoleon.

After Toulon, Napoleon was unemployed and lived with Junot and Marmont at a hotel. Junot was the breadwinner! Andoche's parents would send him money and he would make more money by gambling. And they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates)

"these ambitious young men relied on each other during their impecunious days in Paris. Describing how Junot 'loved Bonaparte as one loves at the age', Laure Junot implies that the young Jean-Andoche developed an adolescent crush on Napoleon, as the two young men grew in intimacy."

They went on garden dates together! (I still can't believe this was real, it reads like a fanfic)

"They plunged into the shadows where they found the air heavy with the perfume of thousands of blooming rosebushes that filled the flowerbeds... the two friends walked slowly, silently holding each other by the arm, squeezing each other’s arms from time to time, as if to consult the heart and respond. At this moment, the two friends were much closer … speaking to one another, heart to heart, they were then much closer the one to the other than they have ever been since."

Anyways he challenged a guy to a duel at Egypt because he insulted Napoleon too much. (he has a habit of challenging people to duels)

"Despite Bonaparte’s strict prohibition of dueling among his officers, Junot challenged Brigadier General Pierre Lanusse to a duel on the banks of the Nile in 1799 because of Lanusse’s open disapproval of Napoleon’s leadership. Addressing his opponent, Junot reportedly said, 'We must fight; it is essential that only one of us survive. I hate you because you hate the man that I love and admire as much as God, if not more'" ... "Both Lanusse and Junot were seriously wounded with saber lacerations to the face and chest. Napoleon was reportedly furious, but was said to have later remarked, 'My poor Junot … wounded for me!'” 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 !!

Ok I can't find the exact point where he did this buy he killed six guys all by himself one battle.

Anyways after Egypt he was kidnapped by Horatio Nelson and got upset so Andoche chucked someone overboard and the British thought he was so badass that they gave him a gift basket of fruit.

As time went on, he started to become more mentally unstable. Napoleon realized this and started to distance himself from Junot and put him in lesser-positions. This drove him to madness as historians often say about him.

Junot was heavily devoted to Napoleon to the point of insanity, he loved him "with the affection of a savage for the sun" (yes he wrote that himself). The Russian campaign was devastating for him and he was desperate to win back Napoleon.

"At a ball at Ragusa ... [Junot] arrived stark naked except for his epaulettes, gloves, dancing shoes, orders and decorations"

"In this ballsy ballroom display, Junot presented his disfigured body as bitter proof of his lifelong devotion to a man whom he once loved, for whom he frequently risked his life ... the scarred body that astonished the Illyrian ladies that evening was the body of a battered lover who had sacrificed his youth and vitality to a violent and abusive man ... Junot’s cerebral trauma symbolized the degenerative effects of rampant Napoleonic madness."

He spiraled into despair because of his love for Napoleon. If anyone deserves to continue through this tournament it should be the man who devoted his life and body to Napoleon.

Liberté, Égalité, Homosexualité! Vote Jean-Andoche Junot!

Arthur O'Connor:

a. “He was noted to be attractive when he was alive + was extremely vain about his appearance to the point where some people found it annoying. The British press was obsessed with him but even Gillray often drew him to be hot.”

Jean-Andoche Junot:

a. “Napoleon's mentally ill bestie who basically fell in love with Napoleon (please he had such a tragic life and death that he deserves to win the sexyman tournament as compensation)”

b. “THE HAIR DEAR LORD THE HAIR…”

[nanomorphine]

No historical figure has ever captured my interest as much as Junot has.

Perhaps if it hadn't been for the head injuries, he would have become an excellent marshal

[ic-napology]

I swear I'm just searching more references for drawing portraits

@miffy-junot may give a better opinion, but if I needed a real life face reference to help me draw Junot even better (paintings don't exactly emote), I would also use Max Verstappen. Maybe I'm crazy but I kinda see some vague similarities. The pouty lips, hooded and expressive eyes, the fair coloring and arched brows mostly.

I also like to find additional references with other historical figures, Napoleon for example is my favourite. Like I also look at Tom Hiddleston or - lol - Damiano David and James O' Barr's Erik Draven, maybe also for the vibe I want to channel into my portraits. You may already know how I draw him.

[josefavomjaaga]

I just realized something: After the battle of Valutina Gora, when Napoleon threatened to take command of 8th corps away from Junot and give it to Rapp, and Rapp refused and together with some other folks succeeded in calming Napoleon down, this may only have been for the moment. At the battle of Borodino three weeks later, Junot was apparently under tutelage: Ney in his official report - that was published together with the bulletins - says that Napoleon had put 8th corps under Ney's command. The reports of all commanders are cited after the bulletin - Junot is not among them.

I can see why Junot was disheartened. But also, this must have been a real problem for Laure when she was writing her memoirs. There was no way she could criticise the guy who by the late 1820s had already taken on the role of martyr and THE hero of the Russian campaign. No matter if he had "stolen" her husband's potential laurels.

[gabrielferaud]

tbf I’d rather be thought of as a poor sick baby than a guy who beat his wife

We seriously need to stop infantilizing Junot and his mental illness so much it’s really ableist and gross

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[napolka]

[askgeraudduroc]

We are running away!!! >:(

[askgeraudduroc]

Don't worry Junot, i got you!!! ^7^

*Duroc would gently hold Junot's between his hands*

🪄 You are now a hamster. 🐹

*Squeak!* Oh no! Someday save me, please! *Squeak!*

[le4d-poisoning]

more egyptian campaign shenanigans: The Junot/Lanusse duel

maybe I'll turn the entire thing into a comic one day when I have more time

text is from the translation of Laure's memoirs

[nevesmose]

Coveting

Trazyn/Clone!Fulgrim requested by @chemos-factories (first time writing these two so drawing a lot of inspiration from your fics)

It's natural to play games with things you own.

Today's entertainment was an old favourite of theirs, and a way for Fulgrim to show off the knowledge he'd gained. Fulgrim loved nothing more than to show off.

"And here we see a typical cabinet of curiosities," he said, leading the way into the wide, marble-floored hall dotted with exhibit cases that formed a space so stereotypically like a museum as Fulgrim understood the term that, to an outsider, it would have verged on parody.

A strictly delimited playhouse, everything arranged just so and built to perfectly suit the superhuman build of the Primarch who was not a Primarch, in which Fulgrim had free rein to explore and learn as he wished.

Ancient scientists had done such things with rats in mazes once.

"They are also called wonder-cabinets," Fulgrim continued, eager to share his knowledge with his visitor. He was suitably attired in purple silks, and delicate gold bangles shifted on his wrists as he gestured to the object in front of them.

"Although the gathering of disparate objects and artefacts has no real scholarly intent or value, they represent an important step in the development of Old Earth's versions of museums as we would know them."

"How fascinating," Trazyn said, playing his role of distinguished guest to perfection.

"I think so too," Fulgrim answered. "And although the exhibit appears to be fully authentic to its ancient origins, further inspection reveals that the curator has included a number of deliberate anachronisms."

"Deliberate, you say?"

"Yes. To reward the attentive viewer for his study. For example, in the centre, beside a truly ancient specimen of monodon monoceros tusk, we can see a comparatively much more recent piece. A bust of an unknown subject by the remebrancer Delafour."

"Oh, how intriguing." Trazyn leaned closer, as though seeing the sculpture for the first time. "May I touch it?"

"My deepest apologies, honoured guest," Fulgrim replied, "but these objects are too fragile to touch. Lord Trazyn forbids it."

Trazyn stood back with a gesture of mock offence. "But I am, as you say, an honoured guest," he said. "Surely there's something here I can touch?"

The script being old didn't make the play any less entertaining.

Fulgrim hesitated for a moment. "The fragile objects are forbidden, but... I am not, honoured guest."

Sometimes he remembered that he had been something else, once. A being created for a very different purpose. But remembering brought pain and after so much time among Trazyn's other possessions it was infinitely easier to let go, to drift into the comfortable haze of being simply one more pliant, complaisant object to be arranged alongside many others. And so he did.

"A most agreeable solution," Trazyn said, radiating satisfaction as he moved closer to Fulgrim. "Shall we continue?"

The Archaeovist's hand settled comfortably in the small of Fulgrim's back and directed him onwards through an ornate archway with a subtle application of strength.

"Of course, honoured guest. We now enter the gallery of Terran dolls."

"Oh, how appropriate."

They halted in front of a tall, glass-fronted display case containing a multitude of dolls with painted ceramic faces and wigs of genuine human hair.

"In this exhibit," Fulgrim said, "we see every surviving product of the warrior and artisan Jean-Andoche Juneau, a toymaker from ancient Franc. The effort required to gather them here must have been vast."

"It was," Trazyn said. "Put your hands on the glass."

Fulgrim obeyed, bending gracefully at the waist to lean forward and place his palms flat on the cold surface. The dolls in their serried ranks smiled vacantly up at him.

"Good. Look only at yourself."

He locked his gaze onto his own face reflected in the glass, reducing Trazyn to a blurred outline as the Overlord of Solemnace moved behind him.

"Every object has a purpose, does it not?" Trazyn asked.

Fulgrim swallowed dryly as the Archaeovist's hand began to stroke languidly up and down his back. "I would agree, honoured guest."

"And, having acquired a truly beautiful, precious object, would it not be shameful for me to deprive it of its purpose?"

Necrodermis fingers glided up over the back of Fulgrim's neck and into his hair, stroking through it with intermixed possessiveness and reverence. He was intensely aware of how easy it would be for Trazyn to grab it if he wanted to.

"What is the purpose of a doll, Fulgrim?"

"To be looked at," he replied quietly. "To be dressed and posed as its owner pleases."

"And above all?"

"To be played with."

As all pretence fell away and Trazyn began to explore and claim his body in earnest, Fulgrim kept his focus on his own reflection as he had been ordered to and saw exactly what his owner wished him to see - himself in the glass as simply one more doll arranged among a thousand others. He matched their placid, vacant smiles with his own and felt nothing but happiness.

[credo--ergo-sum]

And here is the finished and last piece of my Junot triology ^^

[nanomorphine]

"...His wife Laura, in her memoirs, says that once Bonaparte, as a sign of location, decided to gently pull Junot by the hair - and his palm turned out to be in blood: one of the old wounds opened..."

Text in the background: Electroforez - "Вежливый отказ"

[xinthorns]

Junot + blood color palette