There Is A Ship For Everyone

3 has become my default mode, I'm afraid

Robespierre moodboard tag yourself

can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying

✨Antoine Leaument, the french deputy, everyone. ✨

Is he a saintspierre shipper? 😩

He asked me if he can post this tweet:

Translation: "Saint-Just was Robespierre's best companion and there are certainly histories we don't know."

He writes Robespierre x Saint-Just, I'm SCREAMING.

Antoine Leaument: Me, no. But Taleonne, yes !

Hope he will post it. 🤣 (I'm building an armor against haters.)

Btw the les in 'les mis' stands for lesbians. If you even care.

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

3/7. Favorite COSTUMES :

• Maraviglioso Boccaccio | Wondrous Boccaccio (2015) • Годунов | Godunov (s01, 2018) • Un peuple et son roi | A People and Its King | One Nation, One King (2018)

IMPOSTER SYNDROME // 8.12.21

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.

I spent a good chunk of my weekend scrambling to finish this comic. I hope you like it. I was really trying to push myself with the colours.

i hate thermidorian propaganda as much as everybody else in this fandom (it still feels weird to call it that, but wtv), but aesthetically speaking, robespierre becoming a tyrant and playing god with saint-just acting as his sword-weilding, bloodthirsty archangel is not without its poetic interest. I'm just saying.