It looks so prettyyyy!
The right side makes me think of the lesbian flag, which is... fitting
if any of yall would like to participate... @robesmoulins, @florianrp, and @amateurvoltaire
Starting my own reblog game LET'S GO! https://synesthesia.me
Here's mine 😼
I do exude yellow and it's my favourite color
@rigormortizzz @honestloverboy @creep-u-out @gurokichi and open tags!!
Louis Antoine Saint-Just, Arthur Rimbaud, Jean Samuel, and Ridan are the only 4 French men to have ever passed the vibe check 🤷
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.
Thank you so much! ❤️❤️❤️
Does anyone know how Saint -Just's name would have been pronounced?
I finally watched Un peuple et son roi, and they pronounced the "Just" as "Ju", which struck me as strange. French is my first language, and instinctively, I would have pronounced the "-st" part of his name too...
But this might be an older French pronunciation? Or maybe it would have depended on the region?
Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.
i make myself laugh
@mystirixana thoughts?
man I wish they’d make a version of Catholicism with just the cool art and the sadomasochism
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?
First Republic: hundreds of angry lawyers with divergent political opinions stuck in the same room (it makes for amazing entertainment)
Second Republic: "President Louis-Napoléon Bonaparte"? Sounds perfectly safe to me!
Third Republic: WE FUCKING HATE THE GERMANS 😡
Fourth Republic:
Fifth Republic: Ah, finally a republic that is actually stable! ...wait a minute-
she/her ~ français, english, italiano ~ physically walking back home in the snow; spiritually looking at the walls of Uruk in awe of the heights people have achieved
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