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I’m a bald spot Baelor truther

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Rhaenyra should’ve delivered Otto’s head to Alicent’s prison cell in a chamber pot
Baelor Targaryen x Blackfyre!reader where reader is very closed off, prickly, quick to anger, and very clearly less than thrilled about her arranged marriage to the crown prince...
Until she gets pregnant.
Suddenly, she’s kind, agreeable, and initiating pleasant conversation. And when Baelor stops summoning her to his bed chamber, assuming that would be what she wanted now that her duty was done, she begins seeking him out, looking flustered and talking about nothing, looking for any reason to stay in his company. He can see the way her eyes linger on him, he sees the way she bites her lip and presses her thighs together, and he knows what she wants.
When he finally gives in and fucks her, she’s not rigid and quiet as a corpse, instead she whines and whimpers, arching her back, clinging to him, and pulling him down to kiss her. And the next morning, he wakes to her grinding her hips against him,
He becomes accustomed to this new normal. Relishing in his wife’s affection, kindness, and loyalty.
Then the baby is born
And it’s like a spell wore off.
She’s cold, mean, and wants nothing to do with anyone in the castle, least of all her husband, and he realizes he has to get her pregnant again asap.
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The visions of Bealor she would give him…

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The thing that’s always missing from the “women didn’t fight for the right to work they were already working they fought to get paid” is that many women also very much wanted to work.
Women wanted to be lawyers and engineers and chemists. They wanted to use their brains in challenging and interesting ways. They wanted to get the satisfaction from solving problems and inventing new shit and getting attention for it.
I know not everyone is born with intellectual curiosity or drive or determination but some people are and many of those people are women.
Literally.
Personal sigils of Targaryens that definitely would’ve had them but don’t for some reason
Aenys (and Aegon the uncrowned): silver dragon with gold spines under a golden crown
Maegor: a black sheild baring the classic targ dragon with cross swords on a red field
Rhaena: silver dragon eggs on a pale blue field with the Farman red and yellow border
Jaehaerys (and Alysanne): two headed bronze and silver dragon under a golden crown
Aemon: red dragon with golden spines (to represent caraxes)
Baelon: Green dragon with golden spines (representing Vhagar)
Rhaenys: classic targ dragon quartered with the Baratheon stag and the Velaryon sea horse
Viserys: classic targ dragon on a field of black scales
thinking about being married off to prince baelor targaryen expecting duty and politics and distance, only to find out he asks if you’re comfortable before every journey, remembers your favorite flowers after hearing it once, and quietly switches seats at dinner because the sun was in your eyes.
Ugh baelor the man you are
Baby/toddler Maekar headcanons
When Maekar was born and Myriah introduced him to Rhaegal, saying, “look, this is your baby brother! You’re a big brother now, like Baelor and Aerys,” Rhaegal was happy yet confused, and asked if he could, “pet,” the baby.
He came out with no hair, and was completely bald until he was a little over two.
He certainly wasn’t an easy baby to handle. He was fussy, pulled on hair and jewelry, and often bit his mother and his wet nurses while nursing.
He was a very jealous and clingy baby. He demanded to be held at all times, would throw a fit whenever his parents/brothers would pay attention to someone that wasn’t him, and he had a meltdown when Aerys told him that Myriah was his mother too, and not just Maekar’s. (Then he made it worse by adding that Baelor was his big brother too, and that meltdown was nuclear.)
Loved rough housing with Baelor. Baelor would hold him by his ankle like a fresh caught fish and swing him around, he’d pick him up and throw him across the room into a pile of pillows, and a bunch of other shit that scared their mother half to death, and the entire time little Maekar would shrieking with laughter.
He was incredibly easy to rage bait. He hated being called a baby and his brothers used to tease him like, “oh you’re playing with toys? That sounds like something a baby would do,” and he would get all red and scrunched up his face like, “don’t call me that!”
Maekar is half Targ and half Martell, he would be such a whiny little brat in the north.
Moaning and groaning about how the cold makes his bones ache and his skin crack. He’s bundled under the thickest wools and furs money can buy and still demanding more logs be added to the fire every five minutes.
His pouty face is made almost endearing by his bright red cheeks and nose.
The last time he visited the north he was three years old. Baelor had tried to convince him to go play in the snow with Rhaegal and the northern lordlings, but baby Maekar wasn’t having any of it, kicking and crying because he was cold and wet, and he wanted to go home now.

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This is fucking killing me. Like what
We start in Lorath.
I based it pretty heavily on the Viking Age, but with lots of fantasy to separate it out as its own thing. In ASOIAF Lorath is brushed off pretty quickly for not having much sway in world politics or in resources. I extrapolated out from that idea and decided they lack gold and gems and instead use a lot of wool, bone, and wood for clothing, accessories and tools. They don't trade much with other places, but are instead able to produce enough of their own goods to comfortably live in their climate and within their resources. Some of the richer citizens have small pearl accessories.
(Illustrations by Ellen Artistic, photos sourced from the free version of Canva)
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Loved the implication that both Aegon and Daemon low-key wanted to be their older siblings' sister-wives but were instead forced to have dicks and make it everyone elses problem.
Those freaks would have absolutely loved the Omegaverse you can't convince me otherwise.

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