#Auguste de Marmont

[jrkyy]

I want to see vampire Arthur

Marmont, a brit behind YOU💜

[auguste-marmonts-only-fan]

Marmont as a marmot

[cedyat]

Lost Media:

'Napoleon - The JRPG' (1994) - directed by F. Becker

[meneeddeadmenyaoi]

happy late halloween🎃

[dinakisss]

Marshal studies

Guys I had to delete the other post cause I realized fuckass tumblr cut off oudinot and davout!🤬🤬🤬

[sunsolii]

Decided it'd be fun to turn random Smiski pics from Pinterest into Napoleonic shitposts, enjoy

[largecucumber]

Hellooo 😋💗💅✨

I’ve been gone for too long cuz I’ve been having an identity crisis (I’m ok now). I legit just don’t know what to draw 😢🛏💤 Can y’all tell me what to draw?? I’m so confused rn??? I did watercolour stuff I dunno 🏃‍♀️💨 I don’t really vibe with it but whatever

Edit: pose ref

[miffy-junot]

Napoleon is socially awkward, Junot and Marmont remedy the situation with whimsy.

Victorine de Chastenay, a fine girl and whom the old regime had trained her manners, as polite as they were skilful, used music in order to evade embarrassment. With her firm, chubby little hand, white, she opened the harpsichord, placed her fingers on the keys; and as Marmont, a loquacious boy, had just explained to the listeners that his companion was of Corsican origin, the young girl, in order to make herself better understood, began to sing in Italian in a very pure voice; then coquettishly, but with modesty, turning to her host, the canoness asked him, smiling, if her pronunciation was correct. The general, always severe, contented himself with replying that she was not, and then he relapsed into his silence; and all would have ended there in this encounter, if Junot, Bonaparte's aide-de-camp, had arrived at that moment.

He was "very noisy in his joy," says Madame de Chastenay, and as he was as turbulent, as gay as Bonaparte was gloomy and reserved, he threw himself through all this, breaking the ice. And it was he and Marmont who arranged impromptu for the next day, at the house of Chatelot, Marmont's parents' house, the feast which was to follow, and, for another day, the concert mixed with a ball and a walk.

At Châtelot, when the time came, everything was very close to going as well as Junot had expected. But throughout the meal, despite the excellence of the dishes, the spiciness of the local wines, further enhanced by the outbursts of his officers, General Bonaparte remained frozen. He does not say a kind word to anyone; only as he had placed in front of him Louis, his younger brother, future king of Holland, barely sixteen years old and whose education he supervised, he was content to pose problems to him, to teach him about algebra and logarithms. Without the good humour of Marmont, the bold, even Gallic verve of Junot, both of whom were absolutely devoted to Bonaparte and subject as slaves to his ascendancy, this meal, from which the guests promised themselves so much pleasure, would have remained insipid, the gloomiest and saddest one has ever seen. For her part, Victorine, in the various environments into which events had thrown her for ten years, had never witnessed anything like this. This coldness, this disdain left her humiliated, offended; so much haughtiness hurt her.

Then, suddenly, the idea came to her to solve this enigma, to know who this man was. Under this sober and dark uniform of a soldier who had fought in the war, was there a heart beating, similar to other hearts? This Bonaparte, with his muteness, his taciturnity, this kind of poorly concealed contempt with which he shrouded everyone who was neither scholar nor warrior in his eyes, who was he? They just got up from the table. With great skill, she approached him, managed to isolate him, then suddenly began to talk to him about Corsica. At first, he didn't break his silence. However, it seemed that this name, Corsica, had had a great effect on his soul. For a brief moment, and as if he had been particularly moved, he remained thoughtful; Madame de Chastenay, who observed him with attention, saw him turn pale and blush in turn; and all the impressions on this singular face, thin and hard, seemed brought to paroxysm. What Madame de Chastenay later remembered was that, in the Marmonts' living room, at the Chatelot, between the two windows overlooking the large garden, there was a marble console table. The general leaned against it, and suddenly, he who had not said a word for two days, spoke. He spoke for four hours, and it was like a torrent of fire!

[...]

In a hammered, brassy, ​​but vibrant voice, the general spoke; and the poorly contained Italian accent gave this voice a strange strength. Without Junot, who was tired of so much grandeur, so much heroism, and who came to play the fool, dance in the middle of the living room, finally give everyone a laugh, the little canoness of Epinal and the future general in chief of the army of Italy would have spent the whole night at the Châtelot philosophizing, and in a sparkling dialogue, pursued a hundred chimeras, stirred up and remade the world! Ultimately the success was very great for Victorine. “Everywhere,” she said, “people marveled at the fact that I had made the general speak.”

But the next day it was even better. With the officers, and a few young girls who had joined the Marmonts and the Chastenays, they danced in circles. Junot, like the day before, played the fool, accompanied by grand gestures, very comical as always, he sang his song: Mon berger ri est-il drole? They even played little games in which those who lost gave pledges. The general, who seemed completely tame, willingly indulged in this madness.

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[tellerede]

Have a silly Marmont doodle + Napoleon cube but my printer made him GREEN.

[shppics]

More of my au sketches I’m so sorry pookies I’m very lazy to translate those Russian inscriptions :p

[pipervive]

some doodles from magma with @sana-goose characters and at the end sketch of the Marmon and Napoleon as cadets

[auguste-marmonts-only-fan]

Hallo👋 I remember reading somewhere that marmont had obvious scars over his face from chicken pox as a child or something? Do you know if this is true😳?

Also just want to say you’re an awesome person and i love your blog 🫶 have a good day!

Now this is interesting!

I have never heard anything about him having chicken pox scaring.

I haven't read all of his memoirs (there are 9 of them... they all have around 300 pages...) but I have read a good chunk of the first book where he covers his childhood. No mention of any illness or chicken pox

And that's understandable. If he did have them maybe he left it out for reason unknown to us.

Now, I haven't read a description of him where scaring is mentioned. To be frank, descriptions of him are rare. The ones I have read mostly mention his eyebrows (wow, how shocking), breasts,posture, and dark hair. Some even described him as handsome. Of course, people with facial scaring can be handsome, but I have noticed that physical descriptions of people from this era are uh...harsh? They really don't sugarcoat peoples features- if you have a big nose... they WILL let you know. So, if he did have chicken pox scaring, it would probably be mentioned.

Or maybe everyone just kind of... let it go?

And of course, he could ask his painter to remove the blemishes in his portrait

Knowing how people looked back, then, is very challenging. physical descriptions could be given from unreliable narrators,distorted by the persons status, idolized and so much more.

On the topic of Marmont and chicken pox scaring...I guess we will never know

Also

THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕

I'm so glad you like my stupid stuff ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for asking me and have a wonderful day :-)

[neveteau]

Hello Tumblr today I post another doodle. Tomorrow? I don't know ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Thank you for your attention stay skibidi and keep mewing 💥💥💥

[meneeddeadmenyaoi]

Dropping this shi before vanishing again

And the pic☝️👇

[mbenguin]

Average Bonapartist (malding) vs Average Machiavelli enjoyer

[napoleonic-confessions]