#Happy Murat Day!!!

[joachimnapoleon]

…Murat is not truly known even by his compatriots, even to the greatest number of his companions in arms. His story as it is found in the writings with which we are inundated, and as it spread among the people, is practically a fable or a romance. It appears that the imagination of our century also wanted to create a new Roland alongside another Charlemagne. We meet more people inclined to believe that his sword, like Durandal, could cut giants or rocks in two, than disposed to persuade themselves that he knew how to make himself loved through the sweet virtues of a good king, and that he applied himself in ten years, with constancy, to making the happiness of the peoples he governed.

-Jean-Michel Agar, Count of Mosbourg

A great many myths have grown up around Caroline, chiefly because the rabid Bonapartists could never forgive her for betraying Napoleon in 1814, and the rabid royalists were out to prove how immoral, disgraceful, and extravagant the Bonapartes had been. These myths have been perpetuated by later historians until the general picture has been distorted out of all recognition.

-Joan Bear, Caroline Murat (1972).

Tell the whole truth, it alone can win a lasting trust; the heart of man has many contrasts, and it is often these apparently incompatible opposites which give to portraits the stamp of plausibility.

-Caroline Murat to the Count of Mosbourg, 4 September 1838.

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Happy birthday to my favorite Napoleonic couple, both of whom happened to be born on the 25th of March (Murat in 1767, Caroline in 1782).

[josefavomjaaga]

Letter from Marie Louise to her father

Written shortly after the "handover" ceremony in Sankt Peter close to Braunau. For this ceremony, a wooden building, divided into three parts (French - neutral - Austrian), had been constructed, usually referred to as the "three pavillions" or "three barracks". The leaders of the two delegations, Berthier and Trautmannsdorf, both signed the contract before the bride was handed over to the buyer bridegroom's delegation.

Dearest Papa! Forgive me for not immediately writing to you yesterday, as I should have done, but the journey, which was a little tiring and long, prevented me from doing so. Through Prince Trautmansdorf I have found another opportunity to write to you once more sincerely, and I am happy to seize it to assure you that I am constantly thinking of you and always will.

"Sincerely" here probably means "without measuring my words because I'm being spied upon by my new entourage".

God has given me the strength to endure happily even the last painful blow, the separation from all my loved ones, in Him alone I have all my trust, He will help me and give me courage, and I will find my reassurance in the consolation of having done my duty to you by making this sacrifice. Yesterday I arrived in Ried very late, still preoccupied with the thought that I might be separated from you forever. Today I arrived at two o'clock in the French camp in the barracks at Braunau, after staying in the Austrian barrack for some time, I moved to a throne in the neutral barracks, after the papers had been read, all my people kissed my hand, at that moment I really didn't know what I was doing, a cold shiver overcame me and I became so upset that the Prince of Neufchatel began to cry.

Which must have been a sight to behold: Berthier crying tears of emotion while his new empress starts to panic and desperately looks around for the emergency exit.

Prince Trautmansdorf handed me over to him [...]

... and a kleenex, too ...

[...] and my entire court was presented to me, oh God, what a difference between the French and Viennese ladies! --- The Queen of Naples came to meet me in the other room, I embraced her, and showed myself remarkably friendly towards her, but I do not quite trust her, I believe that it was not zeal for service alone that was the cause of her journey.

That's a very interesting first assessment of Caroline Murat. Marie Louise may have been less naive than she made herself out to be.

She travelled with me to Braunau, and here I had to hold a two-hour toilette, I assure you that I am already as perfumed as all the other French women.

Apparently, the difference mentioned above was largely attributable to odour.

The Emperor Napoleon has sent me a splendid golden robe, but he has not yet written to me - if I had to leave you, I would much rather be with him than travelling with all those ladies.

That's one thing that will remain true for a large part, I believe. With the one exception of the duchess de Montebello, she did not really appreciate the ladies of the French court (and Louise Lannes she apparently appreciated to some extent because she was not much suited for life at court).

Oh God, how I regret not being able to still spend the happy days with you, only now am I learning to appreciate them. I assure you, dearest Papa, that I am very sad and cannot yet console myself. I hope your catarrh will be completely over; I include you in my prayers every day. Forgive my poor scribbling, but I have so few moments to myself, I will kiss your hands a thousand more times and have the honour of being Dearest Papa! Your most submissive and obedient daughter Louise Braunau 16th March 1810

(Source: Helfert "Maria Louise, Erzherzogin von Österreich, Kaiserin der Franzosen", Wien 1873)

[your-dandy-king]

Greetings my loyal subjects and, ahem, others!

It is I, your Dandy King, Joachim Murat! I have finally decided to make -- what is this called again -- a blog for myself. Isn't it lovely? Lannes seemed to be having so much fun, I just couldn't sit by. Even Soult is enjoying this far more than he lets on. I think you call it FOMO, these days, right?

Anyhow, I've decided to change my mind and opened my inbox for your questions and queries. I was, I admit, a little uncertain of this place when I first arrived but, by the by, but I shall deal with it as it comes! Please drop your questions into "The Royal Inbox." I cannot guarantee I can or will answer everything, but I will try.

I will be making my appearances on the blogs of my friends and colleagues as well, so I shall be seeing you around. Ta!

Here's a handy guide to some of those friends, colleagues, and more.

@armagnac-army: Jean Lannes, Duke of Montebello, my buddy Gascon, the Greatest Gascon, that sheep guy

@askgeraudduroc: Geraud Christophe Michel Duroc, Grand Marshal of the Palace, beloved, Duke of Frioul, and Jean-Baptiste Bessières, also beloved, Duke of Istria, hunnybunkins

@le-brave-des-braves: Michel Ney, Duke of Elchingen, that ginger cannonball, do not taunt happy fun Ney

@murillo-enthusiast: Jean de Dieu Soult, Duke of Dalmatia, don't call him Nicolas, master of baked goods, has nothing to do with spotted dogs

@general-junot: Jean Andoche Junot, Duke of Abrantes, unhinged homewrecker

@chicksncash: André Masséna, Duke of Rivoli, Dear Child of Five-Fingered Discounts

@your-staff-wizard: Louis-Alexandre Berthier, Prince of Neuchatel, eternity's paper pusher

@trauma-and-truffles: Dominique-Jean Larrey, who knew that a doctor is still useful when you're dead

@askjackiedavid: Jacques Louis David, painter, mostly harmless

@carolinemurat: Caroline Murat, loving wife and beloved partner, the Queen of Naples

@generaldesaix: Louis Desaix, the prankster of the Grand Armée

@messenger-of-the-battlefield: Marceillin Marbot, one of Lannes' ADCs with uh, interesting perspectives

@perdicinae-observer: Louis-Nicolas Davout, Duke of Auerstadt, the Iron Marshal

@frencheaglet: Napoleon II, the boy!

@alexanderfanboy: 🤨

Jean-Baptiste Bessières occasionally wanders over from @askgeraudduroc, and his text will appear in green. Like this!

This is a joke RP account run by @phatburd for one of Napoleon's marshals and brother-in-law, Joachim Murat. He's not the only Murat out there in Tumblr RP land, and (I think) he peacefully co-exists with them all. All of them are simply facets and mirrors of Joachim Murat, and he loves nothing better to have more of himself around. We are all Murat.

This blog should be considered a 0% source of historical accuracy.

User icon art by @cadmusfly: Murat striking a Barbie pose on his trusty horse!

Also, if you’re going to do anything, just be warned:

[beforevenice]

Animals like crows and black cats are not ominous at all; it is the men's superstitious mind which is the inauspicious one.

// Mehmet Murat Ildan

( today is National Black Cat Day! I love all of you meowing Voids. Especially my handsome boy, Happiness of my heart)

[suburbanbeatnik]

Sexy clinch 1790s French edition

[donpishya]

Happy Birthday Murat !!

A day late...😭

[ratuszarsenal]

I was tagged by @my-deer-friend for a 15 questions-type thing! thank you :) I'm going to break the rules (bastard behaviour, I know) and refrain from answering some of them for the peace of my soul

1. are you named after anyone?

no! contrary to popular belief it's not Joachim Murat or god forbid Joachim Lelewel. my second name however I got from Horace, the roman poet

2. when was the last time you cried?

10th of October

5. do you use sarcasm?

yes, cautiously

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

the first glance is for assessing whether you could beat them in single combat

8. scary movies or happy endings?

this one goes to happy endings, I can't watch scary films and I love a good, happy cathartic story :)

9. any talents?

this changes day-to-day and is probably based on the weather if I'm being honest. but mostly word- and art-related things

11. what are your hobbies

noticing themes and motifs in works of culture. thinking about people & interacting with them. editing wikipedia. loitering in semi-secluded public places with a drink and a friend

12. do you have any pets?

silverfish that eat the curtains in my room

14. favorite subject in school?

Polish/History in middle-school and high-school. it would've been English if not for how atrociously boring it was

15. dream job

graphic artist/poster designer, sailor, lecturer, art curator/museum guide. I will probably never earn a living doing any of these but that's why they're called "dream" jobs

I'm not tagging anyone, but anyone who would want to be tagged, may consider themselves so!

[mamelukeraza]

My relations with the Duke of Reichstadt (1/?)

Hey, guys! First of all, happy Murat day! I know it's a bit contradictory that I'm posting King of Rome content on Murat's birthday, but I can't let go that the King of Rome's bday was the 20th! I wanted to draw something to celebrate it, but instead, I'll leave you with these memories of his best friend; Count Anton Prokesch-Osten about him. Please, forgive some misspelling you could find, since nor german, french or english are my native language! This text was translated from the german to the french, and so, I translate this to the english for you! Hope you enjoy it! For some context, the King of Rome/Napoleon II is living in Vienna (he started living there at the age of three) at the time this takes place. They refer to him by his title (Duke of Reichstadt) or by "Franz".

The Duke of Reichstadt was then for me, as well as for all circles of Viennese society, one of those appearances that were as attractive as they were endearing. However, I hadn't had a chance to get close to him until then. Now, precisely around this time, my destiny took me to Trieste, then in the midst of the battles where Greece shed its blood in floods on the mainland and on the islands, finally to Constantinople, in Asia Minor, Syria, Egypt and Nubia. After six years of absence, I returned to my native land, where I found a welcome full of kindness and consideration. At that time, when no steamboat had yet sailed the seas of the Levant, voyages to such distant lands, participation in events which, like the struggles of the Greeks against the Turks, had the privilege of exciting minds to the point of higher, they were considered almost as a merit, and reflected a certain brilliance in whoever had achieved them. My native city, Gratz, gave me a particularly flattering reception, when in June 1830, I went there for a few weeks to see relatives and friends, as well as to find these places still filled with the sweetest memories and that had been the theater of my early youth.

At the same time the court also came to reside at Gratz, and on the 22nd of the same month, I had the honor of being invited to the imperial table; placed in front of the Empress, I had the Duke of Reichstadt next to me, seated in front of the Emperor. This handsome and noble young man with deep blue eyes, a masculine forehead, abundant blond hair, silence on his lips, calm and self-possessed in all respects of him, made a truly extraordinary impression on me. I had a feeling similar to the one that comes over a teenager who first meets the young woman to whom he will give his heart. I only exchanged a few shy words with him the whole time we sat at the table; because the Empress and my former protector, Archduke John, were never tired of me telling them what I had seen and learned in foreign countries that we then considered so distant. Much better, after dinner they held me back for several more hours, and when I was finally allowed to retire, the Duke of Reichstadt barely had time to throw these few words at me:

"You've known me for a long time," and he squeezed my hand as if we were old friends.

This handshake was, in fact, a promise for the future. It could only have been given in this sense, and I did not attribute any other idea to it.

The next morning Count Maurice Dietrichstein, to whom the Duke's education was entrusted, came to my house. The count had shown me kindness from the moment that the favor of the princely house of Schwarzenberg had supported me. He reiterated the reproach already formulated the day before, namely, that, although he had been in the same city for a week, he had neglected the duke. The count offered to take me to the young prince at the same moment. I followed him with pleasure. At my entrance, the duke, whose attitude was not at all like that of the day before, rushed towards me with all the petulance of youth, his look animated and full of confidence. Repeating the words of the previous day, he exclaimed:

"You have known me and I have loved you for a long time. You defended my father's honor at a time when everyone was slandering him at will. I have read his memoirs on the Battle of Waterloo and, to better understand each line, I have translated them twice, first in French and then in Italian.”

I responded in terms inspired by the desire to bond closely with this handsome young man so neglected in this world.

Count Dietrichstein took the conversation to Greece. Expressing the most ardent wishes for prosperity for this people, who are now called to live their own lives again, already the day before, after having dinner with the imperial family, I supported the opinion that, despite the unfavorable conditions resulting from war, anarchy, factions, mismanagement, Greece, if given a prince of a European dynasty as king, and if its organization were not the work of diplomatic insufficiency, would move very rapidly towards a flourishing future. In the presence of Archduke Jean, Count Maurice, Colonel de Werklein, intendant of the Archduchess Maria Luisa, I, taking advantage of a moment when the Duke of Reichstadt was busy elsewhere, slipped into the course of the conversation the idea that the throne of Greece, devoid of claimants since the refusal of the Prince of Coburg, could not be handed over to a more worthy than the son of Napoleon: This proposal had received, to my surprise, general approval, The Empress herself, who, during this conversation had approached us, did not seem to oppose it. She had expressed this idea without yet knowing that they were the views of the Prince of Metternich; however, as early as 1825, I became aware of the statement made by this diplomat in St. Petersburg:

"One of two things: either the Greeks will again be subjected to Bonaparte, and given administrative autonomy; or an independent Greece will be constituted in such a way that it will not necessarily be Bonaparte's enemy."

However, Count Maurice had given me the chance to talk about Greece once more that morning, the duke soon guessed my thoughts and caught fire with my words. We were interrupted at that moment by the General Prince of (...). He wanted to say goodbye; however the duke insisted:

"The general," he told me, "he'll only stop for a moment, and I'd be very upset if I lost you soon."

I stayed. The Prince of (...) soon left, rebuffed by the duke's laconicism. So Count Dietrichstein brought up the conversation about Napoleon. The duke spoke with high spirits. We could feel in each of his words the warmest admiration, the deepest attachment for his father; however, he preferred to rely on his military talents. To take him as a model and thus become a great captain, at this point he was all fire, all flame. We discussed several of the Emperor's maneuvers, including Austerlitz. I was surprised by the prince's strategic judgment and the precision of his expressions. Of all the officers and generals then at Gratz, there was, of course, not one who had the keenest military eye and was endowed with the most pronounced aptitude for command-in-chief. He returned not only to my published account of the Battle of Waterloo, but also to "the memorable events in the life of Field Marshal Prince Charles of Schwarzenberg. The duke appreciated them with a sagacity that astonished me. Then he complained of his isolation, and poured out his soul in these words:

"Stay with me; sacrifice your future for me, stay with me! We are made to understand each other!"

He expressed himself with such warmth that he touched me to the bottom of my heart. Then he continued:

"If I am called to be another Prince Eugene for Austria, the question I ask myself is this: how will it be possible for me to prepare myself for this role? I feel indecisive in choosing a man capable of introducing me to the high demands and noble duties of the military career. I do not have and do not see any man of this merit in my entourage."

Count Dietrichstein witnessed this departure, and seemed to find it natural and fair. I reproached the duke, cordially shaking his hand, for judging too hastily. He accepted my guilt without taking offense and listened deferentially when I expressed the doubt he felt about my ability. Our interview was interrupted by the General Count of Leiningen, whom I could not refuse to receive. But, once again, he did not let me go, and as soon as the count left, he resumed the conversation about his father's feats of arms. As it was necessary to pay my respects to his mother, the Archduchess Maria Luisa, I could hardly delay any longer; I warned him about it and said goodbye to him. I had been at the archduchess's for barely half an hour when the duke went there in the same manner. His mother received him tenderly; he kissed her with a rather serious air. The conversation focused on his childhood. He wanted her to give him more precise information about Colonel Sèves, who had accompanied him from Paris to Blois in March 1814, and whom he had met in April 1828 in Modon, at Ibrahim-Pasha's house. I had to tell him what the colonel had taught me about this fatal escape.

We perceived each other as two men who were convinced that nothing could separate them.

Source: Mes relations avec le duc de Reichstadt : mémoire posthume / par le comte de Prokesch-Osten,. . . ; traduit de l’allemand [par A. de Prokesch-Osten fils]. Gallica. https://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/bpt6k6536278r/f38.item.zoom

[murillo-enthusiast]

To le Maréchal Soult;

I am writing to inform you that I may need your assistance. I actually am hoping it does not come to that and everything will be resolved between them without further incident. Duroc and Bessières had a domestic dispute earlier today and Jean has decided to retreat to his afterlife for now. I've decided I should go in after him.

Jean is in a bit of a mood, and I don't know what to expect once I get there. However, if you don't hear from me in a few hours or a day, you may want to send a search party. Just don't bring any obvious weapons. That might escalate things. I myself am going in only armed with a metal-tipped walking cane. Just in case. This does not thrill me, but my love for Jean and Geraud is of greater importance.

Also, would Louise be up for any occasional babysitting? Asking for a friend.

- Joachim Murat, "Roi d'Italie," @your-dandy-king

Soult reads the sign off of “Roi d’Italie” and scoffs. He’d heard about the spat with Napoleon. He had not heard much from his emperor, which suited him just fine. He drafts the letter-

Dear Maréchal Murat,

I am pained to hear of the troubles that have befallen your family. Let us hope that this is resolved quickly.

If it is not, you have my sword - in a metaphorical sense. The restrictions that you convey are concerning; I will bring a cane as well as a concealed pistol, but I am also considering enlisting the aid of Marshal Lannes. Unarmed, he would be sturdier and equipped to fight than you- and very much more so than my delicate frame. His concern for you and Duroc will ideally override his distaste for Marshal Bessières, I believe. If the importance of not aggravating the presences in this theatre is impressed on him, I should hope that he would comply.

I will bring one or two of my ADCs as well. They may be able to escape and call for help if needed.

I may also ask Duroc if he wishes to accompany us. In that case, and in future cases, I am sure that Louise will be happy to babysit, as aided by my men.

I wish you the best of luck and success.

- The Marshal Duke of Dalmatia

[le-brave-des-braves]

There is a light pink envelope among the birthday letters. It is, of course, addressed to the Marshal, but it lacks a return address.

Should it be opened carelessly, the glitter and confetti contained inside will scatter around.

The only other thing inside the envelope is a handwritten note with the following words:

Happy birthday!!!

Hope this made your day a little brighter ;-)

Little did the sender know about the sticky situation with that poor old ice cream cake. And of course, given the load of letters, the Marshal did indeed open the letter carelessly.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! What is this?! Why do I look like Murat? YOU ASSHOLE RUINED MY UNIFORM AND I STILL HAVEN’T RECEIVED MY OTHER ONE AFTER CLEANING!!!

[swede1952]

Good morning. 💘💖❣️

14 February 2024

Happy Valentines Day!

Hmmm … did you know that Valentines Day is widely celebrated throughout the world, some countries celebrate it on different days. I was curious about how long it has been celebrated so I looked it up using Bing AI. Here is what I found:

"The first Valentine’s Day was celebrated in the year 496 AD. The holiday may have originated from the Roman festival Lupercalia, which was a fertility celebration held in the middle of February." - Copilot

To me the day seems pretty harmless, but celebrating Valentines Day is illegal in a few countries. Odd.

“With whomever you feel yourself as if you are with your very self, he or she is surely your true Valentine!” - Mehmet Murat ildan

[joachimnapoleon]

HIII, Sarah, I hope you are doing well!

A few friends and myself, we play miitopia with napoleonic figures and we needed to ask: What are your thoughts on our (the napoleonic bubble's) mii rendition of Joachim Murat?

So, basically... Murat is a flower. A really pretty and overdramatic flower. Very silly really.

He can be demanding as well:

He even has a son in it who looks exactly like him. 😭

MOST IMPORTANTLY THOUGH (also, by request of lovely @flowwochair): Murat is able to do a split in the air (no, we don't have this picture in a better quality)

I hope you have happy holidays!🎄 My gift to you is Miirat!🎁 ✨

Hi Yaggy! Happy holidays to you as well, thanks for sharing Miirat, he looks every bit as festive and dramatic as his namesake, and probably the bane of some Miipoleon’s existence.

One of these days I should share my Napoleonic characters from Elder Scrolls Online. I’m glad to see I’m not the only one who does things like this! 😅

[josefavomjaaga]

Letter from Josephine to Eugène

Translated from “Les Beauharnais et l’empereur”, edited and published by Jean Hanoteau, containing letters written by Josephine and Hortense to Eugène while the latter was in Italy. This is in fact the very first of those letters.

Plombières, 18 Thermidor [an XIII = August 6, 1805]

No, my dear Eugene, I have not forgotten you [...]

Should be the standard introduction for any of Josephine's letters, considering how long it took her to write.

[...] for I am constantly occupied with you, with what you are doing, with your pleasures, but above all with your sorrows, and I assure you that when I learn that you are suffering some vexation, I am more affected than you are. The Emperor always seemed to me to be pleased with you; he was only a little annoyed that you had sent for a man who had made false statements. He said - and rightly so - that you should have had him reprimanded by the Minister of Police and that it was not in keeping with your dignity to have him come to you. But he said that this was coming from a young man and a young man with honour. It would be curious to know from whom he heard this.

Fortunately, Her Majesty's curiosity can easily be satisfied: The guy chatting so unwisely was a certain Prince Eugène, Viceroy of Italy, who still believed he had to dutifully account to his stepfather for every move he made. But he will soon receive a letter from Duroc with some advice between the lines: Just don't tell him everything, dimwit.

Besides, he knows your devotion to him and your attachment to him and he loves you dearly. The same is not true of his family. They saw with the greatest sorrow your nomination. Murat always plays the courtier. His wife has been ill. It seems so, because she is quite changed. She has retained that air which she calls dignity (which I call composure) which does not suit her at all. It's wrong for all these people not to like us. If they wanted to be good people, they could not have better friends than us.

Sounds like all bridges have already been burned between the Beauharnais and the Murat side of the family. Unfortunately, we do not get to know what "playing the courtier" means and if it is related to the "Duchatel" affair that allegedly caused Eugène some brief disgrace. Josephine does sound somewhat jealous of Murat's influence in these letters.

The Emperor is always very kind to me. I also do whatever it depends on me to do to please him. No more jealousy, my dear Eugene, and what I am saying to you is quite true. This way, he is happier and I am happier. I cannot tell you anything about the political news, it is a mystery which the Emperor never lets you in on. He is at this moment in Boulogne. All I know is that he has been waiting for eight days for a letter which was to decide his departure. You probably know that the Prince of Baden's marriage has fallen through, which gives great hope for the person you know.

Yes, that person would be a certain princesse Auguste. Though, in her opinion (and in that of the whole Bavarian court) the marriage to Karl von Baden was still happening. Of course it would be happening!

I have seen her portrait. She is as beautiful as can be. Your sister is well, as are the children. I had the second child with me at Saint-Cloud, and he is very beautiful. Louis is still in the same state. I am looking forward, my dear Eugène, to midwinter. That is the time when you promised to come and see me. How happy your mother will be! You will know, my dear son, that I grieve every day at being separated from you and that my eyes are always filled with tears whenever I think of you or am spoken to about you. If I have not written to you since my arrival, it is because I have been very tired and tormented by visits. Besides, there was nothing new; I shall write to you every week from now on.

Eugène: Sure, mum... (It took her another month until she sent of her next letter.)

I have agreed with Lavallette to send him my letters. Goodbye, my good Eugene, the most tender of sons. Your mother embraces you with all her heart and loves you madly.

A thousand kind things to Mme Litta and Méjan.

[dangermousie]

In case you want to know what my next binge will be after I finish Aziz (tho that binge is going to slow down next week due to RL stuff), it’s yet another Murat Yildirim show (I tend to stick to one thing until I run it into the ground) - Gecenin Kraliçesi - a 2016 melo with Murat and Meryem Uzerli and an absolutely wild, delicious plot.

Murat plays Kartal, a son-in-law (and quasi adopted son) of a creepy murdery mobby businessman (who killed Kartal’s dad but took Kartal in as a kid and then married him off to his craycray daughter who is obsessed with him.) On a trip to Europe, unhappily married Kartal meets beautiful Selin and it’s love at first sight for both of them. Kartal plans to divorce his wife and be with Selin forever but cray lady and her murder dad have other ideas and so he is forced to leave Selin who is heartbroken and vengeful.

And then time passes and one day the mobby murderous patriarch walks in with the new woman in his life, one set to become Kartal’s stepmother-in-law. It is Selin - all set for vengeance.

YES YES YES YES YES MAIN FORBIDDEN ROMANCE IS BETWEEN MURAT AND HIS SOON-TO-BE STEPMOM-IN-LAW! And it has a happy ending heeeeeee!!!! It’s with English subs on youtube as Queen of the Night, 15 eps.

@academyofbrokenhearts are you gonna join me?

[amypihcs]

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

[araiz-zaria]

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#i mean yeah i should probably have all the siblings not just the bros but i already spent so much brain power imagining his brothers 🥲🙃💀

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Murat's Crab Shenanigans 🦀

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#4

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#3

👻🎃💀 Napoleonic Halloween Parade 💀🎃👻

Remember that during last year's Halloween I listed the costumes of these Napoleonic figures for this very occasion? Well...here they are in pictures! 👻

First of all...here comes Pharaoh Naps and Egyptian Queen Josephine 😏

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#2

Happy Appomattox Day, everybody 😏😎✨

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My #1 post of 2022

Davout, a Dragoon, and a Sheep 🐑

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