The Day when Valjean and Cosette saw the convicts was probably the 15th October, 1831.
In the Brick, there were only the month and the year of the day when Cosette and Valjean saw the chained convicts in a row(October of 1831) but I found out the interesting fact.
According to the French Wikipedia, there was a mention that on the 16th of October in 1831, Louis Philippe moved out of the Palais-Royal and moved in Palais des Tuileries. And, in the Brick, on the next day of that 'tragic' day, there was some official solemnity apropos like fetes in Paris, a review in the Champ de Mars, jousts on the Seine, theatrical performances in the Champs-Elysees, fireworks at the Arc de l'Etoile. And you probably know what does this mean; to celebrate the king moving to new palace, the events would follow.
So, the day when Valjean wore the National Guards uniform and joined the festival with Cosette(And the day when Marius saw him in uniform.) was the 16th of the October, and the day they saw the convicts would be the 15th October, 1831. And, have you any other ideas about this or the actual recording of those events?
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A Masterpiece, by Sunset @pinkducttape
CW: Diapers, Wetting, Implied Messing, Sex Work, Implied Forced Regression
You always hate it when Mommy has to leave for work, it makes the house so lame and boring! Everything just got so much better when her bosses decided to let her work from home full-time and she decided you were going to be Little permanently.
Sure, at first you'd fought it, spankings and time-outs and lots of being "convinced" to love your diapers more and more, but look how it turned out! You had the bestest Mommy, you got to sleep in every day, kids' shows were way more fun than you expected, you ate the most yummy food, you got all the toys and cuddles and squishy times you wanted, as long as you were good, and the only responsibilities you had to worry about were the pictures and videos Mommy helped you to take for your Super Special 'Puter Friends.
All that, and Mommy had helped take away all the worries and fears and anxieties and shames that had been making you so sad, so being brave and dealing with the rare day when Mommy's Big Important Job needed her to go there to help, leaving you alone, was the least you could do to be a good Little for her, right?
You ponder all this as you toddle through the house, finishing the assignments for your fans Mommy had instructed you on, changing into your skimpy maid apron partway through and finishing some chores as you worked.
Yeah, it was a pretty great life, you decide, performing your first of two allowed diaper changes, wiping yourself thoroughly clean for the camera. You should do something nice for your Mommy, something even bigger than all the hugs and kisses and perverted grown-up things you usually do to show her how much you love her.
As you gulp down a couple jars of baby food, you feel a flash of inspiration. It's been a while since you've done it, but you used to be great draw-er, it was one of the things Mommy really liked about you back when she was your girlfriend!
Quickly, you find your canvas and your finger paint and all your other colors, and set to work, determined to make something so, so amazing for the most important person in your life, something she would never, ever forget.
You work for what feels like hours, putting great thought into every line and shift in hue, stopping only to get a snack and change out of your soiled padding. It takes so long that your legs start to feel funny, probably cause you're more used to crawling or being tied up now, and your foot feels cold, probably from dropped paint, but you're really proud of this beautiful picture you made for your perfect Mommy! You just know she's going to love it.
As you start to put the final touches on it, you hear a voice.
"Little love, I'm home! Did you have a good day?"
Mommy calls as she begins walking through the house to you. You giggle, excited for her to see your masterpiece.
"Babydoll? I see you did your chores, good job sweetie, do you wa-what. Is. That. What did you do?! Where is your diaper!?!"
As her voice raises, it lifts you ever so slightly from the deep subspace you exist in most of the time, and you turn in what you now realize is a puddle of pee to look again at your painting.
A manic swirl of colors, streaks of crayon and marker around two crude stick figures, handprints and smears of paint, food, and fouler things things framing them, outlining... maybe a sky? A house? You couldn't seem to recall your artistic vision as your dominant partner's anger replaces the pride you felt just moments ago with growing fear, as you stand staring at the wall Mommy used as a backdrop for her video meetings.
She was going to be very creative about your punishment this time, that was for sure.
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