Plaster death mask of Napoleon Bonaparte, 1821
Mold made of Napoleon’s face right after he died at the age of 51 on the island of St. Helena on 5 May 1821. Napoleon’s death mask is one of the most widely recreated in history.
There are many rumors and legends surrounding his 4 death masks and the location of his actual deceased body. Some examples include that he is not actually buried in Les Invalides in Paris, or that this death mask is actually one of Napoleon’s sons because of how similar it looks to him.
But, of course these are all stories with no actual evidence to prove them. There were, on the other hand, many witnesses to his burial in Paris and St. Helena, his death, and the making of his death masks.
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The death mask of Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1821 CE) was taken at St. Helena, created from a plaster cast of his face.
Before the invention of photography, it was common practice to make plaster or wax casts of the faces of famous people after they had died.
Mask was created 40 hours after (7 May 1821) his death on 5 May 1821, imprisoned on the island of St Helena at the age of 51.
After his defeat at Waterloo in 1815, Napoleon had been exiled to St. Helena, a tiny island in the South Atlantic.
Here, British, German, Austrian, Russian, and Spanish allies hoped to keep the former emperor from ever threatening European peace again.
There is controversy over who made the original cast of Napoleon’s features (7 May 1821).
Some believe that it was Napoleon’s own doctor, Francois Carlo Antommarchi, while others say it was an army surgeon called Francis Burton.
Probably more than one cast was made, as four original casts are said to exist today.
In any event, numerous copies in bronze and marble appeared on the market as soon as the original casts reached Paris.
In the death mask above, Napoleon looks serene and youthful.
However, in reality, he had been suffering terrible ill health and pain in the last months of his life and looked emaciated and prematurely old.
Since arriving at St. Helena at the end of 1815, he had led a miserable and frustrating existence.
Longwood House, where he lived with his staff, was damp, unhealthy and infested with vermin.
He spent his time dictating his memoirs, playing cards and taking long baths.
He detested the governor, Sir Hudson Lowe, who was afraid that he might escape and constrained him with petty rules and wrangles.
The cause of Napoleon’s death has been hotly debated for years but the fact is that the English doctors and Antommarchi, who did the autopsy, found widespread stomach cancer.
Further contention surrounded his burial in a glade on the island. Lowe and Napoleon’s attendants could not agree on the wording of the headstone, so it was left blank.
Despite his obscure end, the Napoleonic legend lived on in France.
Finally, in 1840, the ex-emperor got the send-off he craved. His remains were removed from St. Helena and given a magnificent state funeral in Paris.
Thousands lined the route of the cortege to Les Invalides where he was reburied in an elaborate sarcophagus with detailed inscriptions of his triumphs.
Musée de l'Armée, Paris
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18/11/22 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲
I worked on creating more masks and use them as my primary source to branch out my idea of temporary "Beauty"..
After creating the mask out of plaster badages, I put plaster mixture into it..just to experiment with different media, the plaster mask is to be continued as its still in process to be made because I'm thinking of creating more then one..
From Thursday 17th till Friday 18th I thought of creating a head/ face with another different media such a as cardboard. My initial idea was to make a mask but I don't know why I took more complicated approach and created whole head..
I had to measure and cut out couple of 2d side frames for the head piece and connect them. After making sure they don't fall apart, I made lots of pieces and used hot glue gun to stick them around creating the piece more 3d dimensional.
The head piece is still in process to use it as an advantage for my temporary project....
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nanami would never ignore you. but sometimes he likes to pretend he didn’t hear you call his name just so he can hear your sweet chirp one more time.
which actually shocked him when he first realized it because he usually hates when people say his name. it’s like nails on a chalkboard when gojo calls for him. he merely tolerates it when yuuji says his name because he knows the boy means no harm. hates when anyone else says his name because he knows 9 times out of 10 they’re going to have an annoying request of him.
however, when you’re in the other room & let out that sweet “keeennnn”, he doesn’t feel the irritation bubbling in him like it does with everyone else. it’s the opposite- he gets butterflies. all giddy, excited to see what it is you need. whether it’s help for something, his opinion, or just his presence, he loves to hear his name tumble off your tongue.
“ken?” you repeat, ending in a higher tone wondering if you weren’t loud enough the first time. but he heard you. & he thinks about not responding once more just to hear you again, but decides his desire to actually go find you is much more powerful. he smiles lightly to himself, putting his book on the coffee table before getting up and following the sound of your voice to the bedroom. he walks in, hands in his pockets and smile still plastered, leaning against the doorframe to find you sitting criss-cross in fronr of your shared body mirror. you see him in your reflection & match his smile, whipping your head around before asking
“wanna do face masks with me?”
as if he would ever say no to you.
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˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ 🦢 calling jjk men “daddy” for the first time (part one (?)) — gojo + toji
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‧₊˚c/w. daddy kink (who woulda thunk), gojo pet names (baby, babe), cowgirl w gojo, dom!gojo, toji uses “slut” once, doggy w toji (w some belly bulge cuz i can’t help myself), dom!toji, fem!reader, afab!reader, reader not addressed using pronouns
‧₊˚notes. wanna write this w nanami and geto next!!
༉‧₊˚. gojo
his lazy ass has you doing all the work. your thighs are aching from trying to go faster on top of him, chasing that high that you need so bad right now.
and satoru’s doing nothing but watching you struggle, hands resting behind his head. he has that stupid fucking smirk plastered on his pink lips and, god, you hate to admit it, but it makes that feeling in your core even stronger.
“toru..” you whine through gritted teeth, splaying your hands out on his chest, opting to grind yourself on his cock instead. your clit rubs against his pubes, eliciting a moan from your throat.
“wha’s wrong, baby?” his hand move to lightly trace over your hips. you pray he’ll grip them and fuck up into you, but to no avail. before you can even beg for it he’s taking his hands back to their original position.
those blue eyes are piercing, you swear they can see into you—every part of you, beyond the physical. he knows what you want, he just won’t give it and it’s driving you to desperate measures.
“need help,” you sigh, leaning over him, your chest against his, deeply fucking his cock in and out of you upon slightly regaining your stamina. “please, daddy, need t’get fucked.”
not even you know where that came from, much less does satoru.
but you didn’t stop your movements on his cock and you knew you hadn’t made a mistake when you watched his eyes roll back and felt him twitch inside you <3
“fuck, babe, say that again,” his voice is whiny and breathy now, his brows furrowing upward.
he looked so needy. from one word.
“please, daddy..”
and before you know it, his heels dig into the mattress and he holds your hips in place, pumping you full over and over, pulling the air from your lungs, just like you needed.
“gonna make you—haah, fuck—cum all over this dick, baby.”
༉‧₊˚. toji
he had you in doggy, one hand holding your head down into the pillow while his other was wrapped around your waist, squeezing and pushing the soft fat of your belly, feeling his cock bulge from inside of you.
you were already fucked practically out of your mind—the only words you knew anymore were varying moans of toji’s name.
and when his dick hit you at that perfect angle paired with how his heavy balls were slapping against your clit, you swear you could’ve broken.
“tojiii, s’good right there—oh my god,” your voice was muffled by the pillows under you, masking the cry your throat lets loose when he quickens his pace.
“yeah, that cock’s fuckin’ you right, huh, slut?” his brows are furrowed and his breathing is rapid.
he lets go of your hair so that he can hold your hips and ram you onto him even harder—if that was even possible—but you don’t have the willpower to lift your face from the pillows.
“daddyyy, don’t st—op,” your hands form fists in the sheets now, searching for some way to remain lucid under the brute of the man that is toji fushiguro.
so much so, that you don’t even realize what you just said until he snickers behind you.
“so fuckin’ dirty,” a groan climbs past his lips when you clench around him, “wan’me to be yer’ daddy? yeah?”
you can only respond in strangled moans, but toji doesn’t seem to mind!
“gonna get you addicted to daddy’s cock.”
© anitaheartsu
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Pig mask, made of plaster
This is my first post on this platform - still learning the ropes! I want to transfer some works from my Instagram page, I suppose as a way to have everything in one place in the future. I'm not doing that in strict chronological order though, so why this one first? Well, It's Halloween soon, isn't it?
Back when I made this, I still had a lot to learn about creating masks, but this is certainly a more practical design than some of my newer ones, and therefore great for Halloween parties! (As long as you have a straw to drink through ;))
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