#hellspawn (affectionate)

[vorbarrsultana]

no, but canon!leia would be so unsettled by legends!leia. she is simultaneously everything she wants and doesn't want to be. legends!leia is a successful chief of state of the new republic, but her politics cannot be untangled from the ongoing civil war, and she's solely responsible for the creation of the republic's fifth fleet, the deadliest battle group in the entire galaxy, which is antithetical to what canon!leia's new republic stands for. she got to make peace with anakin skywalker being her father, got to know the little slave boy from tatooine through the eyes of his loving mother and childhood friends, but she's not above using darth vader's reputation – the reputation of the monster haunting leia in canon, – to get necessary political outcomes. she is sterner, more forceful and decisive. her noghri bodyguards call her "lady vader", and for canon!leia it would feel like taking first steps toward becoming just like him. then she would think that maybe, just maybe, this leia wouldn't have allowed the first order to gain any power and would have turned their ambitions into dust like she did with kueller, nil spaar, and many other cruel men, but at the cost of mon's pacifist dreams.

[bunposting]

They would sell my soul for one (1) oat if given the chance.

They would sell your soul for free though.

[antennatoheaven]

after all this i need an AU where simon and betty adopt marceline and try to navigate raising a literal demon child. and no i don't care about the timeline or logistics of all that right now <3333

[delirious-donna]

The Best Worst Father’s Day [Nanami Kento]

an: I wrote this in like 20 minutes because i was ‘inspired’. Kento deserves a fantastic Father’s Day but let’s be real… kids are not always willing to deliver

pairing: Nanami Kento x female reader

warnings: fluff, mention of a child, suggestive at the end, kids being assholes, tantrums (not just the kid), Kento being a fucking hero, breeding kink (if you squint)

Masterlist

It was Father’s Day and it also marked the day that your precious bundle of not-so-small joy decided that they were going to be a nightmare. All day.

The morning started out on the right foot, Kento snoozing peacefully with his sleep-soaked face pressed into the spill of your cleavage, a subtle drunk smile plastered to his face. Awoken by the telltale stomps of what your child affectionately tried to pass as tiptoes grew closer to your bedroom door, you blinked away the dregs of sleep just in time. A head peeked inside, drowsy and rubbing their eyes with a beloved teddy bear tucked under one arm like a newspaper.

You smiled and whispered a good morning before pressing your finger to your lips and pointing to their sleeping father. The answering giggle melted your heart as you heard them scamper downstairs, awaiting their breakfast and entertainment for the morning.

Lost in a kaleidoscope of rose-tinted memories that led to this moment, you combed softly through the blond locks of hair hanging low on his brow. Kento shifted, his eyebrows pinching and smoothing out until he rolled over and continued to sleep. He deserved it, he really did.

All those nighttime feedings, endless nappies changed, hours of reflux and windings that never seemed to yield results. The skinned knees and the tears. A million cups of tea at your bedside table before your bleary eyes even opened for the day. Car seats researched to the nth degree for safety reviews and practicality. First steps. Their first word, and of course it was ‘dada’.

The years had sped by at an alarming rate, feeling as those dark tortuous hours in the depths of winter were only yesterday. There had been far more good times than bad, and without Kento by your side the whole time, you weren’t sure how you would have managed. He might not be your Father, but you were determined his day would be one of the best.

However, that slice of idyllic tranquility would be the last, although you did not yet know it.

Whether the stars had misaligned or some demonic imp had decided today was the perfect day to toy with the emotions of a young child, you didn’t know. What you did know was that they were ‘on one’, and no amount of coaxing or reminders of whose special day it was would deter their rampant destruction.

Kento, diligent and steadfast as ever, refused to back away from the plate. He smiled through the gift giving which consisted of a beautiful handmade card by his darling angel, the very same darling angel who was kicking off because they couldn’t watch their favourite tv show right now. Aptly, the bottle of whisky could not have been a better choice, and he glanced surreptitiously at you with a knowing smile.

From there it went from bad to worse. Tantrums and tears, and not only from the hellspawn, ensued. Your sobs of “you’re meant to be relaxing today, not doing all of this” fell on deaf ears. No amount of cajoling or attempts by you were working, leaving Kento to swoop in like a hero just minus the cape and with the addition of a garish tie.

You watched from the kitchen door, enormous mug of tea in hand and a tissue dabbing your puffy eyes as Kento chased your child around the garden. The laughter broke your heart, but in that way that a happy ending in a movie also broke your heart.

There he was, the man infamously referred to as stoic and reserved, growling like a lion and throwing your little darling around to hollering whoops of laughter. If only they could see what you saw, if only they had known right from day one that behind the cool facade was a man that would do anything for his family—for his wife.

With energy levels finally depleted and the boss level of bath and bedtime tackled and won, you fell into his open arms. Your nose buried in the collar of his shirt, inhaling the spice from dinner on his skin and drinking in the warmth he exuded.

“I’m sorry, Kento,” you mumbled, lip wobbling from the stresses of the day. The anger that had sizzled in your veins only hours ago defused into a mass of misery.

“For what?”

“For the shitshow that was today! Don’t ‘for what’ me.”

Kento tilted your head up, his thumb beneath your chin and his lips upon yours in a soft rush that surprised you. The red wine from dinner melted onto your tongue, pushed deeper as he took and took, only to give back everything and more.

Finally, he pulled back with a contented hum. “Father’s Day is all well and good, but you gave me the best gift you ever could years ago… a baby that has grown into a wilful little mischief maker just like their mother.”

If you weren’t already emotional, you sure were now. Tears brimmed in your eyes only to be caught on the pads of his thumbs. Soft kisses decorated your cheeks and you grasped fistfuls of his shirt in earnest.

“Better stop talking like that, or I’ll give you another one, mister.”

“Mm, now that has made my day. I’ll give you to the count of ten to strip and kneel on the bed,” he breathed in your ear, biting the shell and playfully grabbing at your backside.

“One… two…”

[agbpaints]

Here they are, the Davion Cav lance. This is an insanely weird box with mechs from a big mishmash of sources and eras, but it does have extremely strong Davion pedigree.

First up we have everyone's favorite barista guerilla-piloted shithead medium, the Legionaire. The LGN is a chassis with a very strong identity- it virtually always goes at some variation of 7/11 with reasonable armor and a single centerpiece fuckoff gun, generally a rotary autocannon. As a RAC mech it's pretty ok- it can stick that gun where it wants to with a concerning degree of accuracy and because it just has the one gun in the event of a jam it can peel off from a fight to go spin the round out without much FOMO on anything else. The mini does a good job of conveying thar this is a mech built around its primsry weapon system and I like the freakishly long monky arms, though the cockpit detailing is a bit doughy. The alternative barrel is a nice touch, allowing you to swap between the common RAC or I presume the large energy weapon seen on variants like the PPC-bearing 2K or the recent april fools RISC hyperlaser version. Shame we didn't get an Arrow-IV attachment

Next up we have our Mechwarrior machine, the Hellspawn. Affectionately, this thing is a piece of shit. Built to replace the Dervish, the HSN is another chassis with a strong identity- all Hellspawns have a ground speed of 6/9 with some number of jump jets between 5 and 8, most carry a payload of missiles and lasers to engage at a variety of ranges, and most carry some number of advanced electronics. Unfortunately due to the machinations of some Lyran spy at the production facility, it took until about the Jihad for GM to make a version of this thing that wasn't a germanium plated suicide booth with paper armor and a lot of unCASEed boom ready attempt to set an air speed record for fastest mechwarrior to reach the big mechbay in the sky.

Growsing about early teething troubles aside, I fucking *love* the way the Hellspawn looks. @laguzmage has brought up the idea of the 'Contraption' mech before and this thing is an alltime hall of fame doohickey. Asymmetrical, unbalanced, blocky, somehow simultaneously tall and short, it's the beautiful sort of ugly that only industrial equipment can be. There are a mid-double digit number of mechtechs and pilots who decided this thing was their wife in 3063 and spent a decade aggressively convincing GM to make a version that loved them as much as they loved it and they were right to do so.

At the exact opposite end of the industrial design spectrum, we have this Fast and Furious bastard. The Gunsmith is what happens when you put a limit on the size of a great power's army and they decide to compress an entire new chassis family's worth of R&D into exactly one fast idiot. The CH11-NG (there is only one model for this thing) moves as fast as a Dasher, is armed with more pulse lasers than a Wraith, and has enough reflective armor to approximate a Hunchback's belt when faced with the natural enemy of the Extremely Fast Dipshit, the pulse laser. As a light hunter and flanker it's murder par excellence, mostly kept in check by the completely unshielded engine that means a) it builds heat like a motherfucker and b) is mostly only allowed in games where you are committing crimes already because moving from standard tech to xtech is roughly the equivalent of getting drafted from your college basketball team into the fucking wizard wars.

Oh and did I mention the thing is unbearably cool? As a carryover from the good-ish years before grey monday, the Gunsmith is a thoroughly futuristic looking design with its sleak cockpit, downforce-inducing head, and angular limbs. It looks totally out of place next to the Mechwarrior IV brick mechs and the various mid-31st century TROs' chunky militarism. It looks like it managed to escape from an anime about racing mecha by breaking the light barrier with the help of a poorly understood particle. I have no clue how I'm gonna paint this thing

Oh, and the Enforcer is here too, I guess. As far as I can tell this is the same Enforcer we've seen in the Hansen's/Urban Lance boxes, albeit with a new pose and updated molding to match Liya's newer standards. Its... fine? All of the existing enforcers are basically visually identical because the interesting revisions to the design were all shunted off into its derivatives, namely the Enforcer III. We could've gotten a different head sculpt maybe idk.

[pekasairroc]

Hellspawn (affectionate (unfortunately)) 💜🎲

Never got around to posting these absolutely beautiful and not at all creepy pics of me posing with the creepy face mask under a parking garage at a con (thank you Emily for humoring this)

[thatsmyjamjam]

Suspiciously Sweet

Sunday is the day I meal prep and do big grocery shopping. It involves cleaning out the fridge and lots of cooking. It translates to special snackies for my kitties. My orange hellspawn has been ridiculously affectionate and has even been nice to her brothers-- there have been no fights and no face scratching all weekend. I think she can tell time, knows what is going on, and wants to be good so she gets the most treats. What a little imp! A greedy, plotting, evil imp.

Here she is waiting for me to get my midnight snack.

[fagsarecool]

If I had a pregnant husband I'd be the best fucking husband in the world if I had a husband who just gave birth I wouldn't be a shithead I'd do all the baby shit he doesn't feel like doing and I'd LOVE IT

I love imagining men after they've given birth bc I just think that they'd be so fucking beautiful omg.

[wordsvomit101]

My whb mc/oc

Her name is Byul, my baby, my kinnie, my girly pop, and my hellspawn (affectionate)

She was created by Solomon so he is by definition, her father/mother. She has been to Hell before but after her father disappeared she sort of wanders around on Earth on her own for a long time. Also forgot her original name because it had been so long since anyone call her by the name Solomon gave her.

She met Minhyeok by chance when he was young, he was lost while he was out camping with his family. She found him crying to himself by a tree at night in the woods then both protected and guided him back to his family. She was tricked into being adopted by Minhyeok after being lured by good food.

She is a menace and I love her, the snob that loves you, even when she destroys your shit and eats your food but will protect you with her life on the line without hesitation. Can handle things herself but loves being spoiled, is clever but WILL act dumb if it benefits her.

I should also make a confession. She is my stand-in for MC, her entire being is magic from Solomon (with a little bit of God's help), so she can use magic and is very well-equipped to handle whatever Hell and Heaven can throw at her. No human form (unless April Fool's magic bibbidi bobbidi booing her into having one) so no bam-bam in the ham or boning. But yeah, she is what I want to be, a literal demon- I mean a spoiled cat that can scratch and wreck things however she wants and get away with it, eat whatever she wants, and sleep whenever she wants.

I'm not a big fan of Ra-on/MC's writing in canon, and her personality is like a hot wet noodle. It is also hard for me to actually feel intimate with 95% of the characters (I prefer to watch them without MC in their stories), and I usually just skip the H-scene cause it doesn't make me feel anything or sometimes just outright uncomfortable. So when I don't particularly comfortable with some scene I just imagine my girl Byul there, being her chaotic self and not taking shit from anyone and just living her best life.

[itsmespicaa]

Oh my god, as someone completely obsessed with the Lambo twins right now, finding your blog feels like striking gold 😭. I could honestly read more of your headcanons about them forever because I tend to hyperfixate on sibling/twin dynamics. Also, I wanted to get your thoughts on something I keep seeing in fics and Bayverse discussions—this idea of Ironhide being Sideswipe’s mentor or even a parental figure to the hellspawn (affectionate) twins. I don’t know, but something about Ironhide trying (and probably failing) to wrangle those two absolute menaces just speaks to me, and I love exploring that dynamic. Also, your art? Absolutely stunning. I’m obsessed.

!!!! ANOTHER PERSON WHO HYPERFIXATES ON SIBLING/TWIN DYNAMICS ???? you've definitely come to the right place in that case omg 😩👌 welcome!! I'm so happy that you like my hcs of the lambo twins ahaha my brain's been going overdrive the moment i saw them in TF One...

alright so in the case of Bayverse, I friggin love that Ironhide was also the one that canonized Sunstreaker's existence in that continuity, and I absolutely adore the mentor/parental figure dynamic he's adopted in so many fics, how he was their instructor after they joined the Autobots and he's had to help them navigate not just the battlefield, but also try to set an...okay example for them (he's trying)

I honestly think he'd be a better mentor than a parental figure LOL he obviously shows how much he cares in making sure they know how to defend themselves and survive the war, but without realizing it, he's become that one bot the twins trusted to go to when either of them had some struggles they needed guidance or help with. The twins aren't easy to handle in the first place so he always has his hands full trying to get them in line or at least not wreck havoc outside of battle, but thankfully a good sparring session would help let out all their excess energy ahaha

It's that dynamic where the jaded veteran takes in juniors under his wings—accomplished warriors who have the battle prowess and bloodlust to level the entire battlefield, and he can't help but see himself in them and worry. Just a tiny bit and not often, but he does sometimes. He knows they thrive in a war but he doesn't want them to be consumed by it too bc he's been there, bc he too doesn't know how he could function outside of the war. I definitely think he would have these thoughts nearing the end of the war, bc before that none of them thought the war would ever end. But then they came to Earth, and it did.

He was just an old warrior who didn't know life outside the war, but these two were (relatively) young and deserved to enjoy their lives. But he knew they couldn't, and that they would struggle just like him. This would be when he realize a little too late that he felt responsible for these two lugnuts...man. The twins would 100% need guidance once the war ended and Ironhide would be there, even though he felt he was beyond unprepared and unequipped, but they looked to him and trusted him, even though they would never admit it outloud. These two would rather rebel and piss him off at any given chance, but they also hang onto his words at times without even realizing it.

Ah...it's so sad and sweet at the same time qwq I hope this answer satisfies you!

(And thank you for the kind words!! They mean so much to me 🥹🫶💖)

[peaches2217]

This is a little silly, but who do you think would be better at scolding/disciplining their child? Mario or Peach? How would they both go about it?

Not silly at all! I live for these sorts of questions.

I think Peach is definitely the disciplinarian. She has Toadsworth to look up to as a parental role model; he was strict in her upbringing, but still very loving and affectionate in his own way, and I think Peach would be a similar sort of mother. Not afraid to correct any unsavory behaviors, but fair and loving first and foremost.

Mario is just straight-up convinced their kid(s) can do no wrong. He could get a call informing him that their hellspawn has set fire to an orphanage and he’d be like “Ah, sangue Italiano! I was a firecracker at that age too you know 🥰” /hj

Mostly, he’d just be reluctant to tell them no. He and Luigi were raised in a loving home, but money was always tight; now he’s raising a child in a loving home and he’s a literal consort who can give his kids anything and everything they want, so why wouldn’t he? It always takes some encouragement and pep-talking from Peach, but when he does finally find the willpower to discipline their kids, he’s very gentle about it and softens any potential emotional blows with jokes and kisses and love.

It should go without saying that, if any actual lessons need to be taught, Peach is the one teaching them. 😂

[blakeswritingimagines]

Yandere Spawn Going Too Far

As a yandere to his darling, he would be fiercely protective and possessive. He would sacrifice anything and everything for you, even his own life. He would relentlessly pursue you with fervor, leaving no stone unturned in his quest for your love and attention. He would not rest until you were his, and his alone. And once you are his, he will keep you close, never letting you out of sight, lest someone try to take you away from him.

He does have a shrine. In fact, it's a veritable temple dedicated to you, his darling. Every corner is filled with mementos of your time together - photographs, trinkets, handwritten letters, even a lock of your hair that he managed to claim for himself. And at the very center of it all is an altar, where he kneels in silent worship, silently praying for your continued presence in his wretched life.

He would kill for you in a heartbeat. Whether it be to protect your safety, avenge an insult to you, or just to satisfy his own uncontrollable bloodlust. He has no qualms about ending lives if it means keeping you safe and happy.

If he went too far one day and accidentally injured you, he would be filled with overwhelming guilt and remorse. He would berate himself for allowing his own dark impulses to get the better of him, and he would do everything in his power to make it right. He would tend to your wounds with tender care, showering you with apologies and promises that he would never let it happen again. He would vow to keep his dark side in check and control his temper if it meant that he could keep you safe from his own inner demons.

He would show his remorse in a variety of ways. He would constantly apologize, promising to do better and vowing never to lose control like that again. He would be more attentive to your every need, making sure that you were comfortable and cared for. He would likely bring you gifts as a way to say "sorry" - flowers, chocolates, or even a handwritten note expressing his feelings. He would also be extra tender and gentle with you, afraid of hurting you again.

In addition to all of the above, he would likely be more open and honest with you about his own feelings and struggles. He would be more communicative, openly expressing his fears and insecurities, and seeking your understanding and support. He may also try to make changes in his own behavior, such as avoiding alcohol or engaging in stress-relieving activities, to ensure that he doesn't lose control again. He would likely also be more clingy, always wanting to be near you and keep you in his sight.

In addition to the above, he would be more protective of you than ever before. He would likely follow you around, keeping a watchful eye on you to ensure that you are safe. He would also likely be more clingy, unable to bear the thought of being apart from you for too long. He would shower you with affectionate gestures, such as hugs and kisses, in order to reassure himself that you were still there and that you still loved him.

If he didn't really care about hurting you, it could be a sign that he has lost his humanity and fully embraced his role as a hellspawn. In that case, he might not feel any guilt or remorse for his actions and may even find pleasure in causing you pain. He would see you as a possession, something to be controlled and manipulated to suit his own desires. In such a scenario, it would be very difficult to get through to him and make him care about your feelings or well-being.

If he didn't care about accidentally harming you, then it would be a sign that his love for you is conditional. It would show that his possessive nature has become so all-consuming, that he has lost sight of what truly matters - your safety and wellbeing. If he were to show no remorse and continue to place his own desires above your own, then it would be a clear indication that his love is not true love, but rather a selfish and controlling obsession.

If he began to display signs of manipulative behavior towards you, such as gaslighting, triangulation, or other forms of emotional abuse, it would be a sign that he sees you more as a possession than as an individual. He would try to isolate you from your friends and family, claiming that they are a negative influence on your relationship. He would gaslight you into doubting your own memories and perceptions, and make you question your own sanity. He might even go so far as to threaten self-harm or even suicide if you try to leave him after what he's done.

If he truly didn't care about harming you, it would likely be followed by further continued acts of aggression and domination. He becomes increasingly possessive and controlling, trying to assert his ownership over you in every way possible. He restricts your freedom, all in the name of keeping you under his control. He could also become more violent and abusive, using fear and intimidation to keep you in line.

If he went too far, he would feel overwhelming guilt. He would realize the error of his ways and vow to never let his dark tendencies take hold of him like that again. He would do everything in his power to make amends and seek forgiveness, even if it meant facing the wrath of those he had hurt in his violent rampage.

[blubberymuses]

// Sometimes I just remember that, technically speaking due to me watching another streamers highlight content regularly (raynarvaezjr), this fucking annoying hellspawn (affectionate) is probably my most watched vtuber simply by osmosis.

I don't know how to feel about this, also take a wild guess who I will never type out my kind of depraved and degenerate drabble for, lmao.

[lilitophidian]

@cast-you-dxwn ; Bird brain with a party hat answers the door as one returns home to see her family's endeavors. How annoying.

Darkness came in the form of a woman.

Clad in a scarf wrapped around the head of almost white-blonde locks tied at the chin as glasses perched upon the nose. A slight slide downwards of frames to peer towards the bird-brain before her.

Observant was she who took instant note of his little....'Party hat.' A creation of her Hellspawn as she'd know such crafty work from loads of lovely affectionate art made by such small hands many years ago. While the snake mistress had many troubles feeling certain things, it seemed she kept sentiments in the human heart hidden in the depths.

What the everlasting flying fuck was he doing here? The last she saw of the bastard was him helping to cast her and her beloved birdie down here for all eternity.

Grace held regardless as an eyebrow raised from his response. A look of disgust for a split second as slitted eyes narrowed.

"They don't tell you much, do they? Ha. Funny. I probably wouldn't tell you much, either."

Clenching her jaw for a moment, she loosened up in an attempt to hold any anger lingering. Her first response was that of being where she had been, not that she cared what he thought anyway. As far as she was concerned, he could eat it. "And I have missed them as well."

Perhaps that wasn't a lie.

"But, what exactly are YOU doing here, Michael?"

To be fair, she was a tad irritated that her little stag hadn't informed her of such. The eyes could only see so much when it came to those under her contract. But that conversation would be pressed later.

[momoemarias]

So I rewatched one of my fave cartoons ever recently

eene is so far in the rearview mirror for me now that I forget a lot of what it was initially like when the show was airing on tv. Like I couldn’t remember why some people thought s4 was a step down from s3 (even though I agree s3 is my fave). But I read someone’s review of a twist of ed that jogged my memory. Basically the reviewer was disappointed that they missed the opportunity to change the status quo at the end. And it hit me that there are s4 eps that are waaay more enjoyable knowing that we get s5 and the movie later. They aren’t BAD they’d just be kind of a bummer if s4 really was the end. I really disliked take this ed and shove it because it felt like such a grim note to end on. So while I do like s4 this realization made me remember why it left some people sour. That being said I wish s4 got way more credit for its silly goofy eps! It definitely wasn’t all bitter.

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Here’s a possibly hot take: if anything s5 PROVES their friendship is still strong. Like Edd has every reason to be busy with school things and still chooses to be attached to the hip with slackers like Ed and Eddy? It feels unfair to me that this season gets blamed for being this dysfunctional era of the show. There are iffy moments here and there sure, but there are way more positives imo. I’m a s5 defender. It does commit a few crimes (a couple eps feel boring and they do more gross jokes?) but it’s pretty great. My least fave season is s1 (it’s just a little undercooked sorry).

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I kind of wish the line in Edd’s character bible re: always being ready for action was more popular with fans. He’s a stick in the mud in a funny way not in a stops the plot in its tracks way! He’s open to silly stuff even in the later seasons! He just has to complain and be annoying (affectionate) first. I remember some of those more hypocritical writing moments confusing me as a kid (like do you want to be here?? lol) but in hindsight it just doesn’t feel that serious anymore. Edd is there because those are his friends, he likes doing the scams, there’s no ‘guilty by association’ and he wouldn’t be better off with the other kids since people love to forget he’s an outcast too.

I wish I could remember more of what it was like pre-movie. It’s so easy to handwave away some interpretations now that there’s a legit conclusion.

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It feels like the abusive households theory is more prevalent than the (lame tbh) purgatory theory these days. The only thing I disagree with is that I don’t think any of the Eds’ parents are like. hellspawn or anything. I think there is neglect in both Ed and Edd’s households but they don’t hate their kids they’re just imperfect. Less malicious intent and more… they could do a lot better lol. I think Eddy’s parents are pretty good (comparatively?).

Admittedly though Ed’s home life is super hard to pin down bc the iconic WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STAIRS moment is taken so seriously. But Kevin’s parents put chains around the tv and cookie jar when he gets grounded so like!! what is real and what is cartoony exaggeration in this universe!!

On that note I actually think Ed’s bedroom being in the basement is… really cool? It would be concerning if there’s a lot of mold down there, but I always thought a teen (pre-teen in this case) boy would love having a cool spacious lair for a bedroom. He has his own tv even! I’m willing to bet the boys spend the most time in Ed’s bedroom than anyone else’s (which is so weird considering Eddy’s is on ground level AND has its own door. like hello that should be the hangout spot).

I could talk more but this has been in my drafts long enough. Sometimes a 20yo Canadian cartoon can be so personal.

[best-habsburg-monarch]

MT propaganda

-Chose Kaunitz, who got so much done despite resistance from nobilities and was truly a great statesman.

- imagine being 23, married, freshly pregnant with your hellspawn (affectionate) first kid and suddenly your dad (who, your entire life, has taken the 'eh you'll never rule you don't need training I could still have a son' approach) dies and BOOM! you're now in charge.

- she was reluctant to get involved in the Polish partitions

- she gave the Ukrainian minority religious branch legal and titular recognition (The Ukrainian Greek Catholic Church instead of just the Uniates) vs their subordinate status in the PLC

- rediversified the gene pool and we cannot thank her enough

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