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I‘m amazed that Beach Head is still cheap while Wingmen is nonexistent. Here’s to hoping Case will republish? 😢

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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HER ✨

although, fritz would probably not approve

I MADE THIS BC I SAW AN EDIT OF HETALIA MARIA THERESIA

This woman has so many fucking titles oh my fucking god

also she was girlboss and all but her laws…

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HAPPY BDAY MAXIME!!!!!!!!! may u guillotine the monarchs in the afterlife 🫡🫡

RAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAXIMILIEN ROBESPIERRE

265 YEARS NOW

(Say happy birthday to him!!!!)

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oh no the boys are kissing and will have an identity crisis based on their obviously homosexuality later!

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yvette got me blushin’…..

Oc or something idk

God I love handsome women

Good old fashion crossdressing (hey bbg) btw her name is Yvette

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Quick little sketch of ´Mine!!!

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IM BEING TRAUMATIZED BY ‘MINE’S MEMOIR EVERY NIGHT 😭😭😭

I’ve crushed my own soul NOW IT’S TIME FOR Y’ALL TO FOLLOW DOWN THE TRAIL OF AGONY WITH ME👹

Mémoires de Frédérique Sophie Wilhelmine

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November 6th 1730

« The next evening Major Schenk came to inform him that his execution was to take place at Custrin and that the carriage which was to take him there was waiting for him. He seemed a little surprised at this news, but recovering his composure at first, he followed with a laughing face Mr. de Schenk, who got into the carriage with him as well as two other officers of the men-at-arms. A large detachment of this corps escorted them to Custrin. Mr. de Schenk, who was greatly touched, told him that he was in despair at being charged with such a sad commission. 

« I have orders from his Majesty, » continued he, « to be present at your execution; I have twice refused this disastrous job, I must obey: but God knows what it costs me! May it please Heaven that the king’s heart is changed and that I may have the satisfaction of announcing your grace to you. »

« You’re too kind, » Katte replied, « but I’m happy with my lot. I die for a master whom I love, and I have the consolation of giving him by my death the strongest proof of attachment that one can demand. I do not regret the world, I will enjoy endless bliss. »

On the way he took leave of the two officers who were with him, and of all those who escorted him. He arrived at 9 o’clock in the morning at Custrin, where he was taken straight to the scaffold. 

The day before, General Lepel, governor of the fortress, and President Municho conducted my brother to an apartment which had been prepared for him on the floor below that in which he had lodged. He found a bed and furniture there. The window curtains were drawn, which prevented her from seeing at first what was going on outside. They brought him a plain brown coat, which they forced him to put on. I forgot to say, that one had given such to Katte. Then the general, having raised the curtains, showed him a scaffold all covered with black, the height of the window, which had been widened and from which the railings had been removed; whereupon he and Municho retired. This vision and Municho’s alteration made my brother believe that his death sentence was about to be pronounced on him, and that these preparations were being made for him, which caused him violent agitation. They then forced my unfortunate brother to go to the window. He wanted to throw himself out, but they held him back.

« I conjure you, in the name of God, » he said to those around him, to delay the execution, « I want to write to the king that I am ready to renounce all the rights I have over the crown, if he wants to forgive Katte. » Mr. de Municho closed his mouth with his handkerchief.

Casting my eyes on him, « how unhappy I am, my dear Katte! said he to him, I am the cause of your death; would to God that I were in your place. »

« Ah, Monseigneur, » replied the latter, « if I had a thousand lives, I would sacrifice them for you. »

At the same time he knelt down. One of his servants wanted to blindfold him, but he didn’t want to put up with it.

Then raising his soul to God he exclaimed: « my God! I place my soul in your hands. » No sooner had he uttered these words than his head, suddenly cut off, rolled at his feet. 

As he fell he stretched out his arms on the side of the window where my brother had been. He was no longer there; a strong weakness which had come upon him, had obliged these Mrs. to carry him to his bed. He remained there for a few hours without feeling. As soon as he had regained his senses, the first object that presented itself to his sight was the bleeding body of poor Katte, which had been placed in such a way that he could not avoid seeing it. This object threw him back into a second weakness, from which he only recovered to catch a violent fever. M. de Municho, in spite of the king’s orders, caused the curtains of the window to be closed and sent for the doctors, who found him in great danger.  He didn’t want to take anything they gave him. He was quite beside himself and in such violent agitations that he would have killed himself if he had not been prevented. They thought to bring him back by religion, and they sent for an ecclesiastic to console him; but all that was useless, and his violent movements only subsided when his strength was exhausted. Tears followed these terrible transports. It was only with extreme difficulty that he was persuaded to take medicine. They only came to the end by representing to him that he would still cause the death of the queen and mine, if he persisted in wanting to die. 

For a long time he preserved a profound melancholy, and was three times twenty-four hours in great danger. Katte’s body remained exposed on the scaffold until sunset. They buried him in one of the bastions of the fortress. The next day the executioner went to ask the Marshal of Wartensleben for payment for this execution, which almost caused him to die of pain. »

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I am so mean

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I can't help thinking that Josephine looks like a hedgehog....

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(painting by François Gérard)

….MURAT IS ABSOLUTELY VOLUPTUOUS. we know the real reason that napoleon made him his cavalry commander now 🤨

napoleon buttocks

murat has COMPETITION

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i present to all of you…. katboy katte!

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(from andrew roberts’ biography on napoleon)

the fact that he was 16 makes it so much better. emo teens have always existed

I think Albert Dieudonné's interpretation of Napoleon is one that perfectly caters to shy/reserved people with social skill issues who went through goth/emo phases (aka me specifically)

here's some more pictures, I'm lucky enough to own a DVD copy of the movie (although sadly I don't have the full version (｡╯︵╰｡) ), I might rewatch it sometime

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more friech!! and with ingersleben this time, too!

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The most notable thing about him, definitely

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Alexandre and his dog (reupload)

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ARE WE EVER GONNA TALK ABOUT SJ GETTING CAUGHT IN A DRESSING GOWN AND “ELEGANT TURKISH SLIPPERS”

THIS IS THE ENSEMBLE I’M IMAGINING AND IM LOOOOSIN IT

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I read Volume 7 of History of Friedrich II of Prussia by Thomas Carlyle and holy fuck I am so sad

The last chapter: Katte’s end, 6th November, 1780——

« On Sunday evening, 6th November, it is intimated to him, unexpectedly at the moment, that he has to go to Custrin, and there die;—carriage now waiting at the gate. Katte masters the sudden flurry; signifies that all is ready, then; and so, under charge of his old Major and two brother Officers, who, and Chaplain Muller, are in the carriage with him, a troop of his own old Cavalry Regiment escorting, he leaves Berlin (rather on sudden summons); drives all night, towards Custrin and immediate death. Words of sympathy were not wanting, to which Katte answered cheerily; grim faces wore a cloud of sorrow for the poor youth that night. Chaplain Muller's exhortations were fervent and continual; and, from time to time, there were heard, hoarsely melodious through the damp darkness and the noise of wheels, snatches of "devotional singing," led by Muller. »

« It was in the gray of the winter morning, 6th November, 1730, that Katte arrived in Custrin garrison. He took kind leave of Major and men: Adieu, my brothers; good be with you evermore!—And, about nine o’clock he is on the road towards the Rampart of the Castle, where a scaffold stands. Katte wore, by order, a brown dress exactly like the Prince’s; the Prince is already brought down into a lower room to see Katte as he passes (to « see Katte die, » had been the royal order; but they smuggled that into abeyance); and Katte knows he shall see him. Faithful Muller was in the death-car along with Katte: and he had adjoined to himself one Besserer, the Chaplain of the Garrison, in this sad function, since arriving. Here is a glimpse from Besserer, which we may take as better than nothing:—»

« His (Katte’s) eyes were mostly directed to God; and we (Muller and I), on our part, strove to hold his heart up heavenwards, by presenting the examples of those who had died in the Lord,—as of God’s Son himself, and Stephen, and the Thief on the Cross,—till, under such discoursing, we approached the Castle. Here, after long wistful looking about, he did get sight of his beloved Jonathan, » Royal Highness the Crown-Prince, « at a window in the Castle; from whom he, with the politest and most tender expression, spoken in French, took leave, with no little emotion of sorrow. » [Letter to Katte’s Father (Extract, in Preuss, Friedrich mit Freunden und Verwandten, p. 7).] »

« President Munchow and the Commandant were with the Prince; whose emotions one may fancy; but not describe. Seldom did any Prince or man stand in such a predicament. Vain to say, and again say: « In the name of God, I ask you, stop the execution till I write to the King! » Impossible that; as easily stop the course of the stars. And so here Katte comes; cheerful loyalty still beaming on his face, death now nigh. « PARDONNEZ-MOI, MON CHER KATTE! » cried Friedrich in a tone: Pardon me, dear Katte; oh, that this should be what I have done for you!—« Death is sweet for a Prince I love so well, » said Katte, « LA MORT EST DOUCE POUR UN SI AIMABLE PRINCE; » [Wilhelmina, i. 307; Preuss, i. 45.] and fared on,—round some angle of the Fortress, it appears; not in sight of Friedrich; who sank into a faint, and had seen his last glimpse of Katte in this world. »

If I suffer, I’m bringing y’all down with me

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the bonbonparte collection

plus these two