Awwwwwwww 🥺🥺🥺🥺

this vision came to me in a divine revelation

What if the whole frevblr unites and creates an accurate frev movie that is like 9 hours long and we stream it on all streaming platforms and cinemas and make sure the whole world sees it cause we are all fucking tired of seeing the French Revolution portrayed inaccurately in every single piece of media ever?

(@archaeos)

It's because of this one portrait of Napoleon, I think?

Le général Bonaparte, also called Portrait inachevé de Bonaparte, by Jacques-Louis David (1798)

Someone admitted in my inbox that they liked, reblogged and saved that one image of this Saint-Just art I drew of him in his military uniform because he looks like young Napoleon and anon stares at the drawing and imagines it’s him. I dont know how to feel about this…

On the hundredth day after the new year the heralds come to the doors of the city, announcing the arrival of the Golden Caravan at the farthest stop of its route ; like every year, citizens and travellers will surely gather at the western door to see it come to pass.

Right behind the banners as customary are the sculptor priests, foremost of the stonemason orders, bringing in this year's votive masterwork for the festivities. The black and white steppe oxen precede the arrival of the head guild architect, charged with the safekeeping of the citizens' sacred geometry. The graduating apprentices and newly welcomed novices walk besides the draftsroom carriage, bearing the icons of the Citizen Architects Guild : ardor and patience. Out of the kilns of the imperial workshops come delicate masterwork sought after the world over ; the sister-ceramists are selected from various key regions of the trade system and bring their local styles to the imperial production. Those workshops are the northernmost stop on the caravan's route.

Behind the masons, the torchbearers announce the arrival of the metalworkers' guilds, chief of which the head goldsmith on a palanquin of her own design. The braseros and forges are continuously tended by guild kindlers as to remain lit throughout the entire voyage of the caravan. Second to last comes the host of the manticore, behind the braseros of the master kindlers. It is believed that the creature requires her caretakers to be pure of heart and most diligent ; the honour is bestowed only on the highest performing apprentices of the smithing guilds. On the last day finally, behind the last of the apprentices, the crones of the chain count the days left to craft, keeping misfortune at work away, and, some even say, Death itself.

dead

closing scene from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (1990) dir. Tom Stoppard || opening scene from Lancelot du Lac (1974) dir. Robert Bresson

Mark Antony's speech in The Tradedy of Julius Caesar is exactly what I imagine Saint-Just doing in the 'SJ survives Thermidor' AU. It genuinely works soooooo well in my head😭

I need to write a french rev version of the speech once I get more free time, because the images I get when I think of it are driving me insane

Your trauma is valid if it took you years to admit it was trauma in the first place.

@mystirixana, if something ever made me think of you, i'd be this

The feeling while I’m rotting in my bed. 🧚🏻