#madeleine tronson

[cyniibar]

Do you like my more wholesome version of the Sanson ?

Also, what do you think of the father-daughter parallels between Jean-Baptiste and Marie ? Also, do you have ideas for Madeleine-Claude Gabrielle?

About Madeleine-Claude...

out of all the Sansons, she's the most gentle and empathetic. Madeleine-Claude is genuinely tender hearted towards her younger siblings and holds deep respect for her kind step-mother (As she is the closest to Jeanne, following her footsteps to become the future 'perfect wife'). On the other hand, she's very passive and the most introverted in the household.

One thing that I'm absolutely certain of, is Madeleine-Claude being a heavy dreamer. She spends her days getting caught up in her fantasies and daydreams even while she occupies herself with daily activities. Tends to see things in an unconventional perspective. She has the softest voice, very soothing and pleasant to the ears. Though she also has a peculiar way of speaking, bringing up strange or random topics that leave some members a bit puzzled.

Madeleine doesn't hate Jeanne, but she strongly believes that no one can ever replace her mother. Her memories of Madeleine Tronson are very vague, so she fills the void by imagining her. How she felt, how she looked, her scent, and her voice....

A very sentimental and nostalgic young girl, yearning to be a child again in her mother's arms. She desires to be care free. Instead she's very insecure about her appearance, despite being a beautiful maiden, as she deals with extreme verbal abuse from Anne Marthe- insulting her of her looks and mocking her image. Because of this, her self-criticism is brutal and she had developed a hate for mirrors.

The only bond Madeleine-Claude has with her father, is when they share their aching longing for Madeleine Tronson.

Jean Baptiste looked exactly like Marie Joseph when he was just a young boy so I guess that's enough parallel as it is.

[olliecowz]

For some reason, I keep imagining Madeleine Tronson with pale ashy skin, big doe eyes, dark circles and opulant black hair, a rather pear-shaped body covered by shapeless clothes that hide her waist.

I am also thinking of a random character design for "the beautiful torturer's daughter" type of OC, but in a high fantasy setting, with maybe an Orzhov color palette of murky greys, greens and mostly beiges and browns.

OMG I love! I don't know much about the actual historical figure herself but this art slaps omg

Alsooo Please do share more about the oc bc I'm tryna get back into character design and worldbuilding!

[unpunishablelamb]

Here are my Madeleine Tronson x Jean-Baptiste headcanon...Please, add your own, or take it as inspiration.

Teenage!Jean-Baptiste was had all the sense of danger of a lobotomy victim, a strict, smothering mother and an inconsistant set of father figures, developped a talent to collect beatings, often dragging Madeleine into this, who...Even when he didn't drag her into it, Madeleine would victim-blame him as a gesture of misguided, imature worry.

-Madeleine once attended school, and was frequently subject to quite stringent corporal punishment because of her lack of knowledge on "normal" behavior. Her clumsiness would get her injured more than it has to, and of course, Jean-Baptiste blames her for it.

-They were very close, and shared an almost sibling-like bond (kind of like two children from befriended families become very close), which turned sexual after they reached puberty. Jean-Baptiste, coming from an executioner family, doesn't particularly mind this and was liable to mistake: "No, your like a brother to me." for romantic consent if it comes from anyone with the XX chromosomes and about the same age-group.

-Despite this, they were both quite sweet, compassionate people who loved each other very much...Just that maybe starting a family as two horny 18 year olds under the command of a sociopathic woman is bad...For everyone.

I LOVE THOSE SO MUCH! especially the relationship with her and jean baptiste is so well portrayed!!

[subiysu-chan]

"Can I join you?" Madeleine asked. -Why not, but I don't guarantee that you'll understand anything." Charles Jean-Baptiste replied.

Indeed, it was difficult to understand the conversations, already because of the violin music, and since several people were talking at the same time. "You see. We wonder if keeping him in Metz is really the right solution. Here, Jean-Baptiste… Yes, I'm talking about my brother-in-law, lives here, and he will be able to teach him better by more examples." said one of the guests to François Prudhomme. Jean-Baptiste joined the conversation. "Of course, I am ready to give Nicolas all the help I can. -Thank you… But, he already has a regent and I fear that the Parisians do not have… the necessary rigor to keep him on the right path. Besides, we still eat our fill. But I am considering the offer." replied the widow Barré. Charles-Jean-Baptiste saw Nicolas Barré join his mother, running with a sort of panicked eagerness. He understood him completely: he too would have been afraid at the idea of ​​leaving the family home to go into an apprenticeship. Jean-Baptiste Barré tried to reassure his sister-in-law and his nephew as best he could. Charles-Jean-Baptiste quickly understood that there would soon be an apprentice, and that domestic discipline would be greatly tightened. He had understood that. But that didn't tell him if his new father-in-law was up to something. Should he tell his mother? Nicolas-Gabriel sighed: "Nothing interesting here. A new apprentice, it wouldn't have hurt us to learn about it later, and besides, Johan is going to drink to forget the chavari. If only we really played instead of spying on our guests." This carelessness… Charles-Jean-Baptiste was a little tired of it. His mother was going to marry a rival, and he wanted to know what exactly he was up to. Well, becoming Paris’s executioner, he could guess, but how did he think he’d get there and what it meant.

“Not so hard.” Then, Madeleine approached them. “Well, it’s a wedding, so let’s have some fun,” she said, patting Charles-Jean-Baptiste on the back. When he turned around, she was giving him a playful little pout, tilting her head to the side. “I’m bored.”

Then, a teenager, completely panicked, bare-assed and bare-footed, ran up, awkwardly trying to communicate with Jules Tronson, but the latter was too jubilant and drunk to pay much attention. Then, he approached the table where the women were sitting, including the bride. "Madame, Madame!" said the teenager, all panicked. "Mistress Rozenn!" Everyone turned to look at him, but he didn't seem to mind. Turning his gaze on him, Charles-Jean-Baptiste recognized Soubise. "Explain yourself, what happened?" asked Rozenn. -Let's say, you told me to buy barley and arrange to sell the unused rods to the Montaigu college before joining you. Obviously, some schoolchildren old enough to take revenge decided to protest this purchase of the school, and I don't know the place very well. -If you want to become a questionnaire or an executioner, or even a scaffold valet, you will have to defend yourself better than that. Well, it's a shame that your masters have charged you like that. I would have liked to have you here much earlier, after all, we have to attract young people to our doors. Anne-Marthe replied to him -Well, I'm still alive, and I disfigured a libertine. " He was applauded by all those sober enough to listen. Then, Soubise slipped away to borrow panties, stockings and shoes, and everyone returned to their conversations. Madeleine began to help herself to ground ivy herbal tea, which Charles-Jean-Baptiste, Nicolas Barré and Nicolas-Gabriel also did. Finally, Charles-Jean-Baptiste was able to start relaxing enough to be interested in something other than spying. The dance that followed the banquet was most… Awkward. Musicians had been hired for the occasion, but none of the guests knew how to dance, whether it was the slow and refined dances of the courtiers, or the jigs and gay branles of the peasant balls, or even the lascivious waltzes of the brothels. They were rather clumsy attempts by hardened and austere outcasts, especially from the community of infamy surrounding the executions of criminal arrests, but also by prostitutes, here as guests, to imitate the joys of well-integrated French bourgeois. In her corner, Anne-Renée was too busy making pretty eyes at one of the musicians to even think about moving to the rhythm, she who usually indulged in an image of sought-after blandness. To Charles-Jean-Baptiste’s surprise, Jules Tronson was being gracious, trying to lead his wife into a minuet, which seemed to annoy him slightly, and when he tried to lead her into a branle, Rozenn simply shrugged her shoulders. The children retreated under the rowan tree near the stairs, which still had only tiny, pale leaves rather than watch their parents waddle awkwardly to the rhythm of the violin, drink wine or deliberate on matters that did not concern them. They amused themselves by playing hand games.

Draft of my second chapter

(With google translate)

On Sunday, April 20, 1732, After five days of posting the contract in the church of Saint-Laurent, Jean-Baptiste Barré and Anne-Marthe Dubut went to the forecourt to make their vows. Everything had been done to give the illusion to the guests, distant cousins, and to the priest presiding over the wedding, of a well-ordered marriage. Anne-Marthe Dubut, for the first time in almost five years now, showed her wimple and mourning veil, revealing an angular jaw and roots of gray hair, and she had put on her pretty silk dress that had been gathering dust since the death of Charles Sanson, the second of the name. Charles-Jean-Baptiste found it strange to see his mother again in the guise of a noble socialite, but he understood the meaning of this coquetry. A parody of a former happiness to pacify a rival, a former servant for whom she had no affection. Jean-Baptiste Barré took the trouble to powder himself, but he did not seem particularly happy, although his face expressed a dark melancholy rather than frustration.

The church of Saint-Laurent was magnificent that day, decorated with flowers to honor the Sunday mass and the new union. Philippe Delamet, priest of the parish of Saint-Laurent, an old man of 78 years, helped by another priest to keep the register, pronounced in a voice damaged by age, asked the groom: "Jean-Baptiste Barré, do you take as wife and wife Anne-Marthe Dubut, widow Sanson? Do you promise to remain faithful to her in body and good in all the trials that the Lord will send you?

-I take and I promise. " replied the groom, giving to his future wife the bag filled with the books promised during the contract. A deafening din was heard at the door. A chavari, as usual for unions between a woman of canonical age and a man of much lower status and age, especially since visibly, neither the peasants nor the local schoolchildren were delighted to have their beautiful church sullied by the marriage of an executioner and a scaffold clerk. Already exhausted by the Sunday service, poor Father Delamet nearly burst into tears from the flow and fatigue. Quickly, a church assistant went to get some unconsecrated wine to give him some strength. Nicolas-Gabriel, who like his sister and brother had stayed in the church to avoid unnecessary trips back and forth, hid under the first bench he came across, and Madeleine barely suppressed a cry. Charles-Jean-Baptiste felt his big sister grab his arm much too tightly. "Let go of me, please.

-Sorry… Obviously, I don’t know my strength anymore when I worry.” One of the parish priests left the church to disperse the young people with a speech on the dangers of old pagan customs, and Anne-Marthe had to leave the aisle to reassure her youngest son. “I expect more dignity from you, so try to follow your big brother’s example. Or maybe not. Come on, we risk at most receiving the ball from these louts, and with this kind of fight, it’s often less painful than the corrections you receive when you do stupid things.” Anne-Marthe reassured. Finally, the vows were able to be exchanged, and concluded by the priest Delamet who declared: “Ego conjugo vos. » The bride and groom, witnesses and the bride's children were able to leave the place on board a cart with skeletons for the Sanson house, in order to celebrate with a banquet and dances. Half an hour later, Charles-Jean-Baptiste, Nicolas-Charles-Gabriel and Madeleine had been put aside a little so that they could enjoy the evening among themselves while the adults drank, chatted or worked. The three of them had been placed at the small table where they had eaten when they were younger. Now, it was uncomfortably low for them, and the fact that two of them had difficulty sitting down did not help matters. With them, Jean-Baptiste Barré had placed his nephew Nicolas Barré. Nicolas Barré tried to speak to them in Alsatian, but none of his three tablemates could answer him. He tried to speak to them in Yenish, but Madeleine could not answer him. It was in very slow French that he asked: "Will… if I… live here, I have to call La Blancheur "papa La Blancheur"? -Hmm… I don't know. The younger valets and also one of the old apprentices call La Blancheur that. It's just part of our jargon." Charles-Jean-Baptiste replied in an even tone. Charles-Jean-Baptiste guessed that Jean-Baptiste Barré's nephew was rather nervous, and he wasn't the only one. It was this curious collective mixture of nervousness, discomfort and boredom, in front of dishes that would normally have excited their appetite. After eating carp stuffed with dandelions and new spinach, Nicolas Barré went to see the tables for adults. The other three followed him, hoping to know their fates better. Charles-Jean-Baptiste suggested to his younger brother: "What if we pretended to play, to go and listen to what's going on. If it concerns me, I would like to be ready? "Gabriel nodded. Together, they waved their arms, taking care not to make any noise as they pretended to do nursery rhyme dances.

[gallowking]

Cookies and Cream: a family headcanon.

Cookies and Cream: a family headcanon.

Madeleine Tronson is the name of his Mother that had given birth to him and had married his father Charles-Jean-Baptiste Sanson when both of them were 18 years old. Sadly, she had passed away when she was only 22 years old, leaving his father with ten children to tend to. This led for Charles-Jean-Baptiste’s sons to become executioners in order to honor and become one together with the family. 

[cyniibar]

I hope school is doing well for you.

How do you think Madeleine Tronson would be in a potential Innocent prequel (the first wife of Jean-Baptiste, mother to Madeleine-Claude Gabrielle and Charles -Henri)

Thank you! Got accused of participating in illegal behaviors but other than that, it's pretty skibidi.

Not for Madeleine Tronson....

Tall, very tall and a bit on the underweight side.

Chiselled features, with a pale complexion, having somewhat a mature look yet still beautifully striking. She'd be mistaken often as a full grown adult when she was just around 14-16. And where else would Charles inherit his grey eyes and black hair? HIS MOTHER ! ! ! So she'd definitely have dark hair, if not pitch black and somewhat wavy.

Madeleine would be a lot closer to her eldest daughter than to Charles. Because Charles belonged to his father, and Anne Marthe. She had very little control or say over her son's life because he was destined to be the next pillar upholding their legacy. The only time she ever felt like a mother was when it came to her daughter. So she was heavily protective of her. She coddled her excessively even as her daughter grew older, assured her child security, protection from her father and Anne-Marthe. Leading Madeleine-Claude to develop this attachment to her mother, that separating them would result to chaos. With her mother, Madeleine-Claude is a toddler that struggled to accept growing up.

[unpunishablelamb]

My father-and-son headcanons for Jean-Baptiste and Charles...Canon-typical violence.

-Jean-Baptiste gave Charles a few chances to escape the family trade because it was the dying wish of his first wife, Madeleine Tronson.

-Jean-Baptiste kind of regraded sending his son to boarding school. Charles, to avoid bullying by his peers and corporal punishment from teachers started to mimic the emotional responses of outsiders. Jean-Baptiste, even though he understood it was necessary so that he developed a very clear cut between insider and outsider to cope with his job as executioner...This is why he is generally impatient when Charles showed embarrassment at being booed by the crowd (but didn't actually punish him for it). Another reason for it, is that because Charles at first started to worry about being an outcast as a way to manipulate others...It gives a vibe of: "you don't have to do that in front of me, I'm your father". Unfortunately, verbalizing his emotion isn't Jean-Baptiste's strong point, and he understand that his son needs to learn that skill, so again, he just tells him to walk with proper posture and stops at that.

-If he ought to use corporal punishment on Charles, Jean-Baptiste would just tie him up for long hours or give him a birching/hazel rod caning, with a gruff session of after-care to keep Charles able to function. They would usually happen no earlier than 7 PM, to make sure Charles would be functional afterwards.

-After corrections, Charles was extremely sleepy, a trait he inherited from his mother.

-The first anatomy lessons with Charles didn't go well, as Charlot had necrophobia, and no one in his family had the time to deal with that.

-Eventual disensitization was actually quite good for Charles' mental health, and he even begin to took a healthy amount of curiosity for anatomy.

-The first dissections...Were a mess, and Jean-Baptiste really needed to stretch a carrot-stick method to it's ultimate degree to keep Charles from vomiting.

-Charles really resented his father for the boot incident. Like, he even stopped at one point to see him as a father.

-Usually, Jean-Baptiste tends to put any personal resentment he may have with his children aside, but still is able to discipline them in a reasonable way. (Like that episode where Marie deliberately butchers Griffith/Lally-Tollandal).

they are all so accurate and they make so much sense!

I also headcanon Charles wishing that Nicolas was his father instead of Jean-Baptiste sometimes. Especially when his father has been acting harsher than usual, trying to get Charles to improve, he views his (not unproblematic) uncle through rose tinted glasses. He sees him as such an idealistic version of what he wishes his father was like and he feels so guilty and ungrateful because of it he would never admit it to anyone.

[subiysu-chan]

Madeleine Tronson for Innocent prequel

Looks:

Opulant wavy black hair worn in braids or low buns, pear-shaped body, baby face with thin eyebrows, snowy complexion, small downturned mouth, grey eyes with short floofy lashes and dark circles that take quite a bit of space in her face, creating the illusion of larger eye sockets and thus making her look even younger. Enjoys to wear clothes that hide her stays and body shape as much as possible, namely manteaux de lit made of strong, washeable linen to protect her stays and a robe battante on Sundays, inherited from her mother. After her wedding with Jean-Baptiste, I think she should wear soft cotton or linen lace more often, and add a silk ribbon to it, because why not. Does not have the face for makeup.

Overall, very cute in terms of looks, very femine and yet etherial.

I think for modern!AU, she would love to wear kimono dresses (the westernized varient as opposed to traditional Japanese kimono), especially on the beach since she's soo pale, long nightgowns, on colder days would wear her bathrobe on top of her pijamas, shapeless housedresses and on days she chooses bifrocated garments, long slacks and a knitted shawl or a light vest of long, flowy material. Prefers baggy dresses, though, that make her look and feel modest, pretty and feminine.