#don’t mind either way!

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if you don’t mind at all, may you tell us of how you view Ruebedo and maybe some headcanons about them? 👀👉👈

BROOOOO, I don't mind at all! In fact, I'm really honoured that you care to hear about my opinions on Rubedo and how I view his role in Alagadda and how he works! Thank you for asking!

ALSO FULL DISCLOSURE THIS HAS GOTTEN REALLY LONG, read and reblog at your own discretion. If you get bulldozed by the wall of text, I take no responsibility! Haha

To answer your question in a nutshell: I view Rubedo as a major bastard, though there is a tragedy to be seen in his character both prior to Alagadda becoming Alagadda and a bit afterwards, I don't see him as a tragic character, the complete opposite actually! Rubedo deserved everything that happens to him and more IMO.

Rubedo is morally black. He commits and is complicit in atrocities. He's a warlord. A manipulator. A dictator and a feudalist. In short; he's REALLY not a nice man, and he's, well, he's a villain! He's extremely fun to write though.

To break him down more thoroughly though, I view Rubedo as the second side of 035's coin in terms of manipulation and cruelty and ambition. They are very similar in terms of personality yet so very different at the same time.

Whereas 035 has always focused on his ambitions, of inheriting the universes laying beyond Alagadda and claiming all of existence for his own by using the Hanged King as a tool and to realize his full potential not as a common fool, not even as a lord but as an emperor, as he's always deserved! Meanwhile, Rubedo has always been very content in his position as a Lord, and very comfortable and pleased in merely claiming merely the kingdom itself and allowing his ambitions to flourish within it.

If I had to describe the difference more thoroughly, 035, since his resurrection has always viewed Alagadda as merely a piece on the chess board in his corner— disposable but ultimately useful in the pursuit of the better things, he deserves. Without going too far in depth into my portrayal of 035, it’s sort of why he never found himself becoming ‘beloved,’ by the kingdom and why it was so easy for the other Lords to rally the troops or so to speak and try to off him despite how much the Hanged King favoured him.

But to Rubedo? Ohhh, Rubedo. Alagadda is his playground, his lifeblood, his kingdom. Where 035 saw nothing but a tool to better himself, Rubedo has always seen the city and his powers within as his ultimate prize— see, he doesn’t care for all reality and any of that work. He doesn’t want all of the realities bending to him as their leader.

It'd be boring, restrictive, and repetitive. Rubedo merely wants his kingdom where he has domain and power. He wants the intrigue of the plots and conspiracies with the other lords and tries to predict who holds the knife to whose throat in each of their interactions. He wants the thrill of feeling reality bend around his and Albedo's grasp as they use their powers, forbidden knowledge and the prone shell of their leader to warp the realm, grow it and improve it.

Rubedo wants nothing more than to be at the center of the chaos and hellish delight, where he has fashioned himself a sea of followers whom both and adore and despise him. He wants to be in his playground amidst the bars and brothels that he has built and catered to relax and enjoy himself, and he wants the continued, dangling prize of the outside universes as hunting grounds and prizes to be earned and dragged into his kingdom by force.

Will he ever want to truly conquer them? No, no, no, absolutely not! That ruins the game! He wants them in his grasp- he wants his rivalry with the god-forsaken wandsmen thwarting his attempts. He wants to lose but still win in his own way. He wants the STRUGGLE! If things were just handed to him how boring would that be?

Now to try and tackle his true personality, without spoiling a ton of my writing for him. Rubedo is red in every definition of the colour, and I know, color symbology is practically a joke at this point, but for him and his person, it truly applies. He IS red, he runs hot in every aspect of his person. He is hot-tempered, firey, destructive and cruel, he is passionate, he is driven and determined, even stubborn and courageous. Though to some he may, understandably, seem like a wildfire with how fast and infectious his energy and ideals can at times spread, Rubedo, whether for better or for worse has truly learned to contain his more destructive aspects. Though once upon a time the rumours of him as an uncontrollable beast of lust and emotion may have been true, he has not been that man in a long, long time. Instead, I would compare Rubedo to a shadow lantern, casting hypnotic images upon every surface around him, drawing people in with his warmth and the comforting imagery he presents through his light, while masking who he truly is beneath the frame and the shaped metal. It’s like,, I really wish I could trail on more about him, but it’s something I’d rather show than just tell you outright!

Now, as for some quick headcanons! (At least compared to my earlier infodumping!)

Rubedo is genderfluid in every sense, including physically— see, being a Lord and with Alagadda being such a weird paradise of body and flesh magic, he can shapeshift. Now, I use the term shapeshift because it’s the only thing I can use to describe the process, but he can almost seem to melt the porcelain of his body down into this viscous concoction that seems to be half glass, half porcelain and half bone and viscera and just reshape himself and his patterns in any way he wants. One day he may wish to be a buxom, shapely woman and dammit, if he wants it, he’ll be that! Other times he will choose the form of a tall and lean masculine figure. At times he’ll embody a shorter more androgynous and well-built figure. It is all based on his whims and fancies at the moment!

This said, Rubedo has been known to alter his form based on what he can perceive those he will be interacting with will enjoy best. He doesn’t do this for everyone— but it’s an extra layer to his performances he’ll never deny those he truly wants to win over!

Rubedo does have shapeshifting abilities with regards to his mask, similar to 035. While in Alagadda, Rubedo can alter the expression and intensity of his smiles and grins and change the direction and position of his eyebrows, as well as being able to shift into tragedy if he wished. However, very rarely has he ever done that, and instead he prefers to always have a bright and wide grin across his visage.

Rubedo has very much has favourites of his fellow Lords, and finds he prefers the company of Albedo when he is physically present within the realm. He is not too fond of Citrinitas however. For an artist he is extremely rigid and cares little for Rubedo’s fun and games.

Rubedo is, like, he’s such a fuckboy. He has 23 wives, husbands all together at the present whom reside in his private château. Within the area of the realm that had been previously been considered 035’s before he got booted. HOWEVER, he’s always looking for more, which he has stated with glee. And he’s always open to taking on one-night stands or partaking in the orgies of the city. After all, it’s practically unheard of to not and he is nothing if not a man of his people!

That’s all I can think of for now though! If I think of anything more I’ll be sure to add it at some point!

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Not a question but following this account because it keeps popping up on my feed lol

oh no….. well, happy to have you here regardless! LOL enjoy your stay and you’re always welcome to head out and unfollow if you need🤍🍊

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Ignore the difference in styles but Two wonderful ppl on discord wanted to see me untwinkify Romano so I had to deliver

“Shirtless” (his tits are already out) vers :

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Sorry more shige posting. I am tiredn

[cosmic-chemist]

I recently finished playing mcsm season 2……😭😭romeo has infected my brain

[marragurl]

Saxaphone player Gallagher has not left my mind since the jazz night art dropped AND THEN Robin saying Halovian’s innately have good voices and Sunday used to hum lullabies to her as kids happened in the 2.2 special program, and I’m sure you guys can see where my unfortunate Galladay heart is going with this.

Whoever decided to make this art, I love you. I hope your pillow is cool every night, you’re never stuck in traffic, and your water is refreshing with every sip.

Also the art of Sunday with the White Gentlemen drink in the S.P.A.R.K.L.E jazz night event has also spiraled into me delusionally thinking that’s his go to drink. Which is hilarious since Robin has hinted before that he seems to have a massive sweet tooth in her letters.

(Sunday how do you even make holding a drink menacing, Sunday please get some therapy-)

So imagine this:

Pre 2.0 Galladay, where they’re both wary and suspicious of each other but didn’t do anything outright. Sunday slowly began to visit Gallagher’s bar whenever he had time to observe the Hound, initially on the down low just to get a sense of what he was working with and what to keep an eye on. He always gravitated to that one corner booth that every bar had with the most privacy, and just stalked there for a few hours before leaving. (Smol menacing birb in a tree vibes)

Gallagher obviously knew that Sunday was doing this (even though everyone else seemed to somehow completely miss him, Gallagher wouldn’t be surprised if Sunday was doing some weird Harmony mind tricks), and after the first few “stakeouts,” he bit the bullet and actually approached the table to engage with Sunday, on the off chance this was some weird “test of loyalty” by the Halovian to see if the Hound would swallow his pride to serve his so-called masters.

Nothing terrible happened, but he remained passive-aggressively polite when serving him, and Sunday remained passive-aggressively cool-headed in response. There was some snark of what dear “sweet-toothed” Sunday would want at a bar, and an icy reply of “aren’t you the master drink smith? Why don’t you show me those skills you boasted about?” which led to Gallagher being petty and giving Sunday the White Gentlemen drink, both for the story behind it being such a metaphor for Sunday, and because it was on the more bitter side of alcoholic drinks.

Sunday wasn’t too against the drink; it wasn’t something he would have ordered if it had been his choice, but it wasn’t a bad drink by any means. He couldn’t help but continue to drink it even after Gallagher left his little hidey booth to go back to the main bar, but he’d never stoop so low as to complement the Hound. Of course, he never ordered anything else from then on, only White Gentleman. In fact, over time it seemed to slowly get better, the flavors grew on him, and he couldn't help but look forward to it during difficult nights in the Dreamscape.

If Gallagher tried to needle him into a different drink, Sunday just bit back a “oh? Admitting defeat? I thought this was your best drink for me?” with a little smirk while Gallagher had to use every bit of self-control to not punch him in the face.

As time went on, the bar slowly became a place Sunday frequented to not quite relax, but to get away from the hustle and bustle of Penacony and his duties as one of its main faces. The stresses slowly started piling up, especially with the Charmony fast approaching in a few months and all that came with it.

Gallagher didn’t seem to loosen up regarding his attitude with Sunday, but he did get better at shoving down the visceral hatred he had for everything to do with The Family and Sunday as time went on. He didn’t get soft with Sunday per se, but he definitely kept an eye out for him, and definitely knew when to cut off his drinks on days where it seemed that Sunday wasn’t all that there for their usual veiled comments towards one another when he went to serve him his drink.

It started small, with Sunday staying later and later until sometimes he was the last one to leave the bar to return to reality. Gallagher wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, still wasn’t quite sure this wasn’t some weird long-term test Sunday was devising, especially since he still seemed to be the same ruthless Family member, the same Head of the Oak Family, when Gallagher was working as a Bloodhound outside the bar. For some reason though, within the enclosed space of this strange sanctuary, it was almost peaceful between the two.

One night, there was something wrong when Sunday entered the bar during Gallagher’s shift. He saw a bit of a crowd near the small stage that was within eyesight of his little hidey booth, it seemed some of the musicians of the live band were arguing? He watched as Gallagher came over, seemed to try to speak with the group before honing in on one of the musicians who had been making the most noise and seemed to be about to get physical with the rest. Sunday watched as Gallagher picked up the musician by the scruff of their suit with one hand and carried them towards the doors and lightly tossed them out.

(It was the first time Sunday had actually seen Gallagher perform anything resembling the actual duty of a Bloodhound. It only hit him that he’d only ever seen the other when giving reports, orders, or at the bar. Why was this so shocking to him, he’d seen the man’s arms before, hard not to with his slovenly dress and messy clothing style, as if he couldn’t bother to hide away his imperfections from the world, not like Sunday who refused to be seen by the world, to dare to show one thing off about himself despite his countless failings- he’s getting far too distracted by one meager showing of strength, focus Sunday)

There had always been a live music segment. Sunday was curious to see what would happen with the band missing a member, but was distracted by Gallagher placing his usual White Gentlemen in front of him before heading back to the musicians without a single word to him. Gallagher took a moment to speak with the rest of the band, who seemed to be coming out of their shock and took on worried looks. Sunday could only watch in muted shock as Gallagher went behind the bar and came back with a case, opening it to reveal a saxophone. He then went on stage with the rest of the group, positioned himself further to the side and in the back amongst the shadows within Sunday’s line of sight, and played with the band for the rest of the night.

Sunday couldn’t look away.

He was frozen as he watched Gallagher seamlessly transition from song to song, taking only small breaks to continue serving the other patrons before heading back in. Sunday only remembered about his own drink when his gloves began to get wet from the ice melting into condensation on his glass.

Something felt off within Sunday, and for the first time since Robin’s debut, he couldn't help humming to the music of the band, music that wasn’t of his own sister’s making. He couldn’t help but remember those little concerts the two would have, taking care of his little sister, his only world. He would do anything to keep the Harmony, to keep their family going. When was the last time they truly spent time together? Before he became the Head of the Oak Family? Before he couldn't recognize his own smile?

He was so lost in his thoughts, in memories he thought he buried, that he didn’t realize that it was once again closing time, and he was once again the last one left. He only snapped out of it when Gallagher came by to grab his empty glass, only quirking a questioning brow at him before heading back to the bar.

Gallagher had been keeping a quiet eye on the Halovian that night from the back of the band, in the shadows he felt the most comfort in when in the Dreamscape of Penacony. He had watched Sunday’s eyes glaze over, and the only reason he hadn’t felt offended by the seeming disinterest was the look in the other man’s eyes reminding him of his own when he looked in the mirror. The same look of shame, regret, loss, longing, of the wishes to regain everything he had lost. The same look he strove to hide under every bit of the facade he had crafted of this new self, but came back all too often with every reference of the Family found within his prison in the Dreamscape.

Maybe it was the shared nostalgia within his own heart, that little bit of his true self that he thought died when the Family tore out everything that made him who he was, that made him return behind the bar and begin making Sunday another White Gentlemen, giving Sunday a small nod to beckon him over. He wasn’t expecting anything from it, and he masked his own surprise when Sunday actually left his little shelter to come and take a seat in front of him at the bar. Even while out of it, Gallagher made note of the quiet confidence the other still carried himself. Nothing seemed wrong to anyone else looking at him, only for the lost look in his eyes.

The first time in the many months that they’ve been skirting around each other, and finally they seemed to be face to face.

It was quiet as Gallagher made Sunday his usual drink, a drink he had been slowly changing over the months to be sweeter and sweeter that Sunday never quite seemed to notice, or if he did, he never said anything, only seeming to savor it more each subsequent night. Maybe not even Gallagher noticed his own changes to the drink, subtle as they were.

It was quiet as Sunday took the finished drink, and it was quiet as his eyes slid over the bartop to see the saxophone case laying open with the instrument inside. It was quiet as Gallagher followed his eyes, as he came out from behind the bartop to take the saxophone out and take a seat in a chair only one seat down from Sunday’s. It was quiet as Gallagher began to play to his audience of one.

It was quiet as Sunday quietly hummed along.

It was quiet as they both knew that it would not last.

OK yea so this was all because I heard ‘La vie en rose’ at the end of the Jazz night event and went “Damn I wish that’s Gallagher playing on his Sax” and then we spiraled.

Uh. Idk what it is with me having a small ship moment which then spirals into a full blown writing session. My mind blanked out and as I came to I find out that I made a whole ass little one shot over here then completely forgot about it WHOOPS

So yea, hope my fellow Galladay enjoyers… enjoyed! I think I’ve slowly begun to crave… not domestic or fluff per se from these two, but after every AO3 fic being super dark between them (which I get! They are the toxic yaoi kings of Penacony as of writing this, no one is denying that!) I think I want to see them be explored in a more melancholic sense. Not quite the “forbidden” love angle, but in the “damn we kinda have some parallels, and maybe in another life we could have gotten along but there’s too much baggage and anger, both historically and currently to really even try anything”

I have this feeling this may not be the last time I write about these two… is Galladay going to be the ship that gets me to actually use my AO3 account?

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That new tag actually is an idea/AU i've thought of lately. XD Where Desmond gives birth to Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton before being kidnapped. I've personally had him just suddenly become pregnant, no sex needed to lean more into the "Desmond is the Chosen One". XD Plus, we need more Dadmond tbh.

Virgin Birth.

Desmond had never even heard about it until he googled ‘Is it possible to get pregnant without having sex?’.

This is, according to Wikipedia, different from Immaculate Conception.

Desmond would like to reiterate that he was not the second coming of Virgin Mary.

… as far as he knew.

Not only that, he had been a virgin before he gave birth, having enough trust issues to fill a goddamn dam at the moment.

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to know how sex feels like.

It was more that he was still scared that his father or someone his father sent would come find him and take him away from this freedom.

He can’t go back.

He would never go back.

Especially now that he had three sons to think of.

They were born on December 21, 2005.

At least, that was what Desmond believed.

The morning of December 21, his stomach started hurting so badly he couldn’t leave his bed. The pain ebbed and flowed from paralyzing pain to almost unnoticeable, giving Desmond a chance to text that he wouldn’t make it to his shift because of ‘stomachaches’.

His boss assumed he had diarrhea and told him to stop eating weird cheap shit.

Desmond was pretty sure that wasn’t it but it wasn’t like he could go to a clinic and get this check out.

Clinics meant asking questions about who he was and his history.

Clinics left tracks that William Miles can find.

Desmond knew how the game is played.

And fuck that. Desmond wasn’t going to give up his goddamn freedom because of a stomachache.

It will come to pass.

Like every pain Desmond ever felt.

So he closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Inhaling deeply before slowly exhaling, timing his breathing to the ebb and flow of the pain.

By midday…

Desmond fell asleep.

He didn’t know if the breathing helped him fall asleep or if he had passed out from the exhaustion and pain.

When he woke up, the sun had started to set and…

The pain was gone.

His bed was a lost cause, covered in blood, but Desmond’s attention was focused on the three small forms lying on the bed between his legs.

His sons.

Three bloodied (and, Desmond was being honest, wrinkly newly born ugly) babies who were all staring at him as they make cooing sounds.

That was the day Desmond became a father.

And also the day he googled ‘Is it possible to get pregnant without having sex?’.

They were… low maintenance boys, Desmond supposed.

They only shout when they needed to get Desmond’s attention and they weren’t fussy over their drinks. They seemed a bit disgruntled every time Desmond had to change their diapers but they didn’t cry.

They rarely cry.

They only truly cry at times when they were asleep and Desmond believed that they would have nightmares during those times.

His boss was strangely alright with Desmond suddenly appearing with three babies, only looking at him with a frown as he told him that this should be his wake up call to use condoms.

Even his coworkers believed that the one day that Desmond said he was out because of ‘stomachache’ had been code for him freaking out because an ex had left him with three sons as a big fuck you or something.

The most support Desmond got from them though was letting the babies stay in the office.

He had to buy the collapsible playpen though but it was fine.

It gave him an excuse to get more shifts just to pay for his and his sons’ living expenses.

One of his coworkers asked why he didn’t just give them up for adoption. It was clear that he wasn’t ready for it.

And Desmond couldn’t explain it.

He wanted them.

They might have been a surprise but… they were his.

And…

Whenever he felt tired or felt like everything was becoming too much… just feeling them in his arms was enough.

It was enough.

.

.

Miles’ kids were strange boys.

They didn’t make any messes and they were polite… most of the time, anyway.

He knew it was bad to let Miles use his office to keep the kids. Hell, this bar was not a good place for kids and Miles should really just get a babysitter but he didn’t mind.

Miles was homeschooling them… in a way.

It wasn’t his place to give parenting advice anyway so he stayed out of whatever Miles planned for his kids. As long as they don’t hinder business, they could stay.

Altaïr was always on that second hand battered laptop that always made loud fan noises when it was turned on. They mostly kept it on because of it.

At first, he thought Altaïr was just playing in his laptop but… he was studying. Every tab he could see was either educational or… well… Wikipedia pages. Even the YouTube account Desmond shared with his sons were filled with educational videos, mostly something connected to history or engineering or technology.

Desmond liked to say that Altaïr was a genius and had been saving up to buy him a better laptop for the past year now.

Ezio, on the other hand, was more of a people’s person. He liked to talk to Desmond’s coworker before the start of their shift and he was a charming little bugger. Charming enough that many of Desmond’s coworkers started to give them food and juice boxes, saying they made too much or their parents or grandparents gave them too much food and there’s no more space in their fridge…

He was pretty sure that was Ezio’s plan from the very beginning. Build up a network of helpful adults.

Then there was Connor.

He had a different name that Desmond and his brothers use but it was hard to pronounce so he just let everyone else call him Connor.

He followed his father or one of his brothers most of the time, quiet by their side.

Observing.

He was the one who helped out the most, always following Desmond and helping him whenever they were doing their final clean up before closing for the day.

When he was with Ezio, he was always earnest with his questions, taking everything the adults tell him seriously.

When he was with Altaïr, he would lean close and read with him quietly. They would share the earbuds that they had with tape on the right wire because the casing had broken apart and watch videos quietly.

They were… nice kids.

Desmond was a good father dealt with a bad hand.

He supposed…

Buying Desmond a cheap laptop would be cheaper than raising his pay this Christmas.

Would save him more money in the long run, that’s for sure.

[atopvisenyashill]

Thoughts on the Alysanne is Maegor's daughter AU? I feel like it has some interesting potential, and it vastly recontextualizes different parts of Jaehaehae (I do not like him sjsjsjs) and Alysanne's relationship (such as Jaehaehae's treatment of their daughters) but I wanna hear what you think about it!

I’ve touched on this a bit before but since you actually want to hear my thoughts, allow me to present to you my Jaehaerys Is The Goddamn Worst, And Alysanne Annoys Me Too: An Essay lmao but my answer is basically “yeah all of what you just said.”

I think it makes Alysanne much more palatable (to me) as a character because as she stands, she just fixates on forcing her daughters through these fucked up marriages at too young an age bc it traumatized her to be married and pregnant at 15 too but she’d never admit that being a willing participant in her own kidnapping by her brother-husband was the single worst thing that ever happened to her, and because Alysanne doesn’t want to admit it (and Jaehaerys would never see it as wrong or a mistake) F&B really shies away from delving into the fact that Alysanne is as deranged of a mother as Cersei is. So as she stands, she’s very flat to me because she’s presented very flatly and inconsistently. She’s so in love with Jaehaerys, she’s maritally raped by Jaehaerys, she’s a loving and doting mother, she forces her daughters into marriages when they’re the same too young age she was, she accuses her teenage girls of being scheming whores then gets angry when her husband accuses their teenage girls of being scheming whores, and worst of all we are just told “Maegelle tells them to make up so they do” so we don’t know why Alysanne gets over all of this. What is the point of riding a dragon when you never use that dragon to protect your daughters from unwanted teen marriages? We’re just not given a good enough justification for why her behavior is so weird and frustrating towards her daughters.

Make her Maegor’s daughter though…most of her behavior as an adult makes more sense. Like a worse version of Rhaenyra’s childhood almost - a father desperate for a son, but lowkey obsessed with his daughter, who makes all his hang ups about his parents the problems of every woman around him, except Maegor is out here blood sacrificing and torturing and starting wars and forcing babies on wives he discards quickly and brutally. Then here comes Jaehaerys on a white horse green dragon to save her from the horror her life has become, and he loves her so much he runs away with her even though Alyssa says they shouldn’t marry because people won’t like it. And they have beautiful children, and a beautiful marriage, and build a beautiful kingdom.

Then her pregnancies start getting dangerous. Gaemon, then Valerion, die. Alysanne thinks of the shriveled up mutants she called brothers, if Maegor’s taint has passed to her. Her perfect husband ignores her no, and forces Gael on her. Alysanne remembers that he said nothing to Rogar when Alyssa died, merely wept. Then her daughters start to die. Daella, Alyssa, Viserra, all within a few years. Then Jaehaerys makes Saera watch as he murders her boyfriend, calls her a whore, and says Alysanne cannot follow Saera to Lys. Alysanne thinks of Maegor torturing the Harroways over Alys’ presumed infidelity. Jaehaerys says he’s sorry, and her daughter badgers her into forgiving him, and she remembers how she helped Jaehaerys badger Alyssa into forgiving Rogar. Not two years later, Jaehaerys passes over Rhaenys. Alysanne thinks of how she was never enough for her father, how she felt so superior to Rhaena banished to Dragonstone and resented by Aerea, yet there she is dragging Gael away from court because she can’t stand to be with Jaehaerys. How her father was surrounded by dead women and dead babies and how Jaehaerys is surrounded by his own dead daughters, but surely she did the right thing, surely Maegor was worse, surely the realm is better off? Is he right to pass over Rhaenys? Is she enabling a man just as monstrous as her father? She will never decide, because Maegelle will guilt her about keeping Gael isolated at Dragonstone, and Alysanne will do as she’s told, just like Rhaena, and Alyssa, and Jeyne, Elinor, Ceryse, Alys, and Tyanna, just like every one of her daughters.

I do get why Alysanne is Alyssa & Aenys’ and not Maegor’s. The weird Targ babies, the line not descending from Visenya, Jaehaerys and Alysanne being held up as the perfect Targaryen couple specifically because they are brother and sister and dragon riders. I do even think canon Alysanne is likely traumatized by her time as a hostage on Dragonstone, and the ensuing war, and the trauma bond that caused with Jaehaerys, and it makes her idolize Jaehaerys, and then he isolates her at Dragonstone so he can swiftly and safely marry, groom, and knock her up. It’s not like,,,, a fun time, and it’s enough to make anyone crazy and weird about their daughters, but I think having her father be Maegor makes Alysanne herself much deeper because it gives her, as the most beloved Targaryen queen, a blood tie to the most hated Targaryen king, and a marriage to the most beloved Targaryen king. It fits better with a lot of the themes of the main series (again, imo) - forcing the spotlight on the outsiders to see how the affect the story from behind the scenes. The fall of Aegon’s sons, and The Long Reign, not told from the PoV or to serve the PoV of any of the kings or princes, but of the queen that tied them all together.

[logicalbookthief]

The most important seed you can plant is kindness; the most important crop it yields is joy (x) 💐

[i-may-be-an-emu]

Happy pride from these sfth queer charachters 🏳️‍🌈 (I think so at least)

Better late than never :)

Audio/Music Credit: “History Hates Lovers” by Oublaire

Visuals Credit: Shoot From The Hip (@shootimpro on most platforms)

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With the Springtrap and Y/N plot/idea that I mentioned, here’s some other stuff that I imagined that would happen at some point throughout it:

1: At some point, someone manages to break into Y/N’s home one night, and Y/N enters the room just as the person happens to find a way inside. Thing’s start happening.

Springtrap, who happened to be in another room, overhears a panicked Y/N, and makes his way to the area of the house. Obviously, he makes a lot of noise, which both Y/N and the other person hear.

Long story short, Y/N gets saved that day—but tries to forget exactly what the rabbit did during the process.

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2: A bit of a funny thing—and the only time he ever happens to appear. Y/N is out doing groceries, and ends up bumping into a man—who says his name is Henry.

They talk a bit, before going their separate ways. Nothing else really happens during that—they just talk for a minute or two.

Y/N never learns who he is completely, or what he’s trying to do, and Henry never learns that this person happens to be living with the old friend that he’s hoping will show up at a pizzeria.

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3: Y/N ends up getting hurt while out one day (a broken leg or something), and they just need to rest for a little while, and aren’t really supposed to do that much.

Springtrap quickly discovers what happened to Y/N—while also having been a bit worried, since Y/N was gone for much longer (was at the doctors).

So, Springtrap makes the decision to try and help out Y/N while they’re recovering.

@ravenmccookies

[cits-kirby-brainrot]

I like to think about their relationship

[empydoc]

gonna be so honest and mean no disrespect with this !!!

i kinda like the lack of ‘development’ with guy (which, tbf, isn’t a lack at all, we’re just used to a LOT of development with redacted)

i mean as someone who isn’t too involved with lore, i kinda just like not having to think too hard when listening to him

sure, more info about him would be nice, but not necessary, you know?

[deliveryboysomewhatequaltoheaven]

I'm glad Li Jing said he was proud of Nezha and sorry for not saying so but did he really say there were things he hadnt have time to say in the Chinese dub SIR YOURE IMMORTAL. THE TWO OF YOU ARE LIKE 1000 YEARS OLD. The English dub line saying he ‘left so much unsaid’ is much less egregious.

[strawburrymeadows]

just learned my 10 year old cousin is reading kotlc. the shock realizing that makes sense bc it’s middle grade book series

[teapot-of-tyrahn]

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