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This is kind of a continuation of this post

especially with the ones who lived before cameras. before sound recordings. before we had any way to capture a person as they actually were. we will never know what their faces really looked like—only what artists thought was flattering, or what conventions demanded, or what their patrons wanted to see. we’ll never know what their voices sounded like. the cadence of their speech, the laugh that caught in their throat, the way they slurred when they were drunk or soft-spoken when they were tired—gone.

when you analyze a fictional character, you’re dealing with something intentionally constructed. the author made them interpretable. every line, every gesture is purposeful, designed to communicate something. but historical figures weren’t written that way. they weren’t edited for clarity. they were messy and inconsistent and self-contradictory because they were alive. and what survives of them—letters, documents, anecdotes—is just a very narrow window. we’re peering through keyholes and calling it a portrait.

that's why historical fandoms always feel like a giant collage project to me. we all start with the same pile of scraps: quotes, anecdotes, portraits, rumors, historical context, the occasional “so-and-so once said he was like this.” and everyone picks and arranges those scraps differently. some people dig deeper and find more pieces, others highlight the parts that speak to them most.

Love this question hahahhaa

Warning! Blood and stufff ans uhhm a little mold?

Alexander woke up in the camp. The General was looking for him. Everything seemed ordinary…