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uhh sorry I was gone for a bit I lwk hate posting here but wtv

Collab I did with zanzzio on twt👅

I have more drawings..... just you wait....

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i finally draw🫰(WILL be procrastinating again)

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Roustam art

There were no paintings of his mother so I tried to represent her as much as I could

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It’s not clear how old Roustam Raza was when (after the army’s return from Syria) he came into the service of general Bonaparte, but he must have been pretty young, probably still in his teens. And apparently, this had something to do with another teen in Bonaparte’s service. (Whom Roustam in his memoirs misspells as »Ugène«.)

Un jour, j'ai accompagné le sheik pour aller dîner chez le général Bonaparte: tout le monde était à table ; je traversai un petit salon où j'ai trouvé monsieur Eugène et deux autres personnes à table ; il m'ont présenté un bon verre de vin de Champagne, en me disant : «Bois, ça te fera pas du mal, c'est du bon de France!» J'ai bu, et je le trouvais très-bon. Ils m'ont forcé absolument boire un second verre.

Après le dîner, je monte à cheval avec le sheik pour retourner à la maison : il n'y avait que la place à traverser. El Bekri avait vingt-cinq Mameloucks. J'avais une gaité extraordinaire, par le vin de Champagne. Je faisais danser mon cheval à côté du sheik, comme un fou.

One day, I accompanied the sheik to General Bonaparte’s house for dinner: everyone was at table; I went through a small living room where I found Monsieur Eugène and two other people at table; they presented me with a good glass of Champagne wine, telling me: “Drink it. It won’t do you any harm, it’s the Good of France”. I drank it, and I thought it was very good. They absolutely forced me to drink a second glass.

After dinner, I rode with the sheik back to the house: there was only the place to cross. El Bekri had twenty-five Mamelukes. I was extraordinarily cheerful, because of the Champagne wine. I made my horse dance next to the sheik, like a madman.

This obviously led to a heated discussion with Roustam’s sheik (who, according to Roustam, used to have a booze-up himself every night and may just have been envious because he surely had not gotten any champagne at Bonaparte’s official reception). It did not help Roustam much when he denied having drunk wine and insisted it had only been »the Good of France«… In any case, after this incident, his sheik treating him badly, he was dead set on joining the French. Always go where the booze is.

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Napoleon drinks poison and tries to commit suicide

The date was 12-13 April 1814

“It was four o’clock in the morning. The night had been calm, and probably the emperor had passed it, not in the torpor of sleep, but in the saddest of reflections… On his chest of drawers there were usually two glasses on a plate, covered with a napkin, a little teaspoon, a sugar bowl, and beside it a carafe full of water. But by chance the sugar bowl was not there, because, as the servant had delayed too long in having it refilled the day before, it was in the room where Hubert was... While Hubert was listening in order to answer the emperor, he heard water being poured into a glass and then the noise of the little spoon which was being stirred about in order to melt something. Knowing that there was no melted sugar in the glass, Hubert could not imagine what it was that the emperor was stirring, but after a moment’s consideration he thought that the emperor, not seeing the sugar bowl which was usually with the two glasses, had taken some sugar out of his dressing case. When the Emperor had stopped stirring the glass there was a moment of silence, after which the he came to the door and told Hubert to send for the Duke of Vicenza, the Duke of Bassano, the Grand Marshal, and Monsieur Fain. At that moment, Hubert told me, the emperor’s features were as calm as though he had just drunk a glass of water. When these gentlemen arrived he told them that, not being able to survive the dishonor of France, he had yielded to the weakness of taking poison... Mr. Yvan came at once and immediately gave the emperor a drink which quickly produced its effect. The Emperor vomited all the deleterious substance which he had swallowed, but not without violent efforts which fatigued him greatly.”

From Louis Etienne Saint-Denis, via Napoleon’s Mameluke: The Memoirs of Roustam Raza, translation Jonathan North

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Roustam and postal secrecy

A short scene from the memoirs of Roustam Raza, Napoleon’s mameluke.  At the end of 1807, Napoleon visited his Kingdom of Italy for the first time since his coronation in 1805 (it would also be the last time ever). He was, as usual, accompanied by his mameluke Roustam Raza, who lately had gotten married to the daughter of a fellow servant and was of course eagerly waiting for letters from Paris.

I received all my wife’s letters by courier. Monsieur de Lavalette had been kind enough to grant me this favour, and the Emperor never seemed to disapprove of it.

This convenient arrangement, however, could have its disadvantages:

We left for Venice, where we stayed for a few days. We returned to Milan.

On the way, an estafette met the Emperor and approached his carriage to give him the dispatches from Paris. A moment later, he lowered the window of his carriage, and handed me a letter from my wife. It was unsealed: “Here, Roustam, here is a letter from your wife!

Okay, so Napoleon accidentally opened a private letter; it happens. After all, he had probably just received dozends of them.

I smiled as I took it. He says to me, "She’s asking for Venetian chains.”

Right. Maybe it had not been an accident, after all. Or Napoleon thought that he had to inform Roustam of the letter’s content because he doubted Roustam’s reading skills…

When we arrived in Milan, as we got out of the carriage, the Emperor said to me: “If you do not have the chains from Venice, you will be badly received!

Just making sure that you evil subject of a young husband have not already forgotten about your wife’s wish! And trust me about bad receptions, I know. You should have heard Josephine when I once didn’t bring…

"Sire,” I replied, “I will buy some here.” The Viceroy said to me, “Roustam, it is I who will give them to you.” Indeed, the next day His Highness sent for me and gave me a packet of Venetian chains for my wife.

And Eugène for the rescue. Important household matters like this obviously require highest attention!

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"RICKY, WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY"

"Because of this disgusting Roustam, I failed to shoot a single bird."

Again from Roustam’s memoirs, Roustam writes about his experience with Imperial pistols… and the Emperor’s frustration at not knowing how to use them.

Keep reading

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"Because of this disgusting Roustam, I failed to shoot a single bird."

Again from Roustam’s memoirs, Roustam writes about his experience with Imperial pistols… and the Emperor’s frustration at not knowing how to use them.

Keep reading

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Napoleon’s valet, Roustam, helps himself to the Emperor’s chicken. (Memoirs of Constant, Vol 3, English ed. 1896, pages 126-8)

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OMG AAAWWWWWWWWWW THIS IS SO CUTEEE AAAGHHH

“The Emperor loved children, and he often asked me about my son. One day, I took him with me to the Emperor’s chamber. His Majesty was there. He said immediatly: “Ah, so there you are, little fellow!”. He was, at the time, four years old, he was on first name terms with everybody and he had the usual lack of shyness of his years. The Emperor took him near to the window, and the child started to play with his medals, asking him about them. The Emperor said him: “These things are given only to the ones who behave well. Are you being good?” He opened widely his eyes and said to him: “Look me in the eyes. Ah, I see you are a little naughty!” (…). The Emperor asked him: “What’s your name?” “My name is Achille Roustam. And yours?” I approached to my son and said: “He is the Emperor!” “Ah! so you are the one who goes hunting with papa!” (…) The Emperor pulled his ears and caressed his hair. The child was enchanted and seemed to have a lot of things to tell him, but the Emperor finally said: “I must to have breakfast, but you can visit me again”.”

— Napoleon and Roustam’s (the Emperor’s famous Georgian mamluk) little son, Achille. This little scene is narrated on Roustam’s “Memoirs”. Translation is mine, possible blunders are mine, etc, etc. (via valinaraii)

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Why are the boots big as hell I'm going to cry HELP AHAGAGWVS

(Love your art btw)

Boot check! 😜

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OHHH YEAAAHHHH LEZ GOOOOOO ALEXANDER WON YEEEEEHHAAA

Propaganda under the cut:

Alexander I Pavlovich

a. “Maybe not the most handsome or charismatic man in this tournament, but he has ample chaotic neutral energy that both baffles and fascinates contemporaries. In short, if you're into mysterious men, you won't find a sexier enigma than our imperator.”

b. “Look. Is this or is this not the monsterfucking website.”

c. There are lots of monuments dedicated to him. There's one in Moscow in the Alexander Garden right by the Red Square. While nowhere near as grand as the Alexander Column, I think it's still worth showcasing!

The monument is meant to celebrate his victory in the 1812 Russian invasion. He's holding a sword, proudly standing on top of his enemies' weapon.

The sculptors, however, have never seen the man in their life - all the people involved in the making are still alive and well (i think), so that should tell how new it is. The monument was opened for the public just a decade ago in 2014.

d. quote about this bust from the memoirs of Sophie de Choiseul-Gouffier: “No painter was able to properly capture the features of his face and especially his soft expression. Alexander didn’t like to pose for portraits and they were mostly done with some stealth. In this case sculpture have produced a better likeness. The famed Thorvaldsen made a bust of this sovereign worthy of a hand of such a remarkable artist.”

e. His family nickname might have been ‘our angel’ and the medal commemorating his death bears the inscription “Our angel is in heaven”, but did you know that to this day Alexander looks down on Sankt Petersburg as an actual angel, wings, cross, trampled snake and all? Alas, you cannot see it from the ground, the Alexander Column being so very tall, but the statue of the angel on top certainly seems to take after our sexy thrice-angel Emperor.

f. Apotheosis of Alexander! An eminently universal image, perfectly serviceable for his rise to the throne… of Napoleonic Sexyman Tournament.

It really looks like Peter and Catherine are instructing the Electorate. Gentlevoters, surely you wouldn’t dream of disappointing Sasha’s Grandmother and his scantily clothed giant of a Great-great-grandfather?

g. What is sexier than a man in a dress???

a. “He has unibrows that is kinda hot” b. “His distinctive quasi-monobrow. Good andministrator!! Excellent at administrating Dalmatia! Sad wet little man. Got fed up with Napoleon like so many other people and got shunned for the rest of his life for the way he broke up with Naps. Poor baby,,, (literally, was the youngest of the marshals). He didn't deserve it. And he tutored Napoleon II so he wasn't all bad!”

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AGHHH THIS MAKES ME SO SAD AND THE FACT THAT HIS DEATH WAS YESTERDAY 💔💔💔

TW: BLOOD

/some part of me thinks that before or at the moment of Paul's death, he remembered his father and wanted to see him at least once more, like it could be the only person in the world who could understand him at that moment

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has this been done yet?

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ARMEEENNIIIAAAAAA 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Nnnnapoleonic wars doodles

AllsoI HAVE TIKTOK NOW same handle for everything

I will now starve u all for a bit

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Tilsit, basically.

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WE'RE WINING CHAT LETS GOO

Propaganda under the cut:

Alexander I Pavlovich

a. “Maybe not the most handsome or charismatic man in this tournament, but he has ample chaotic neutral energy that both baffles and fascinates contemporaries. In short, if you're into mysterious men, you won't find a sexier enigma than our imperator.”

b. “Look. Is this or is this not the monsterfucking website.”

c. There are lots of monuments dedicated to him. There's one in Moscow in the Alexander Garden right by the Red Square. While nowhere near as grand as the Alexander Column, I think it's still worth showcasing!

The monument is meant to celebrate his victory in the 1812 Russian invasion. He's holding a sword, proudly standing on top of his enemies' weapon.

The sculptors, however, have never seen the man in their life - all the people involved in the making are still alive and well (i think), so that should tell how new it is. The monument was opened for the public just a decade ago in 2014.

d. quote about this bust from the memoirs of Sophie de Choiseul-Gouffier: “No painter was able to properly capture the features of his face and especially his soft expression. Alexander didn’t like to pose for portraits and they were mostly done with some stealth. In this case sculpture have produced a better likeness. The famed Thorvaldsen made a bust of this sovereign worthy of a hand of such a remarkable artist.”

e. His family nickname might have been ‘our angel’ and the medal commemorating his death bears the inscription “Our angel is in heaven”, but did you know that to this day Alexander looks down on Sankt Petersburg as an actual angel, wings, cross, trampled snake and all? Alas, you cannot see it from the ground, the Alexander Column being so very tall, but the statue of the angel on top certainly seems to take after our sexy thrice-angel Emperor.

f. Apotheosis of Alexander! An eminently universal image, perfectly serviceable for his rise to the throne… of Napoleonic Sexyman Tournament.

It really looks like Peter and Catherine are instructing the Electorate. Gentlevoters, surely you wouldn’t dream of disappointing Sasha’s Grandmother and his scantily clothed giant of a Great-great-grandfather?

g. What is sexier than a man in a dress???

a. “He has unibrows that is kinda hot” b. “His distinctive quasi-monobrow. Good andministrator!! Excellent at administrating Dalmatia! Sad wet little man. Got fed up with Napoleon like so many other people and got shunned for the rest of his life for the way he broke up with Naps. Poor baby,,, (literally, was the youngest of the marshals). He didn't deserve it. And he tutored Napoleon II so he wasn't all bad!”