#your name is your legacy

[goldaegontargaryen]

Your Name is Your Legacy: with @aegontheyoungprince

Aegon knew the streets of Flea Bottom like the back of his own hand, which he thought was quite an accomplishment.  The streets and buildings weren’t built in nice lines and rows like the nicer parts of the city.  Instead, they snaked and weaved back in on themselves, buildings having been built wherever they were needed most, which left behind dark alleys and confusing side streets that were easy for a person to get lost in.  Aegon had made his way here to Flea Bottom for a celebratory drink.  His elder sister had assured him he wasn’t being suspected of her poisoning, which meant Aegon could finally relax for the first time in weeks.  Knowing that he wasn’t going to be thrown into a cell or fed to Syrax or Caraxes had brightened his mood considerably.  

He stopped outside his favorite tavern in the area and pulled the hood off his head.  He was well known inside and he had no worries about letting anyone know his identity once he was inside its doors.  As he was about to step in, he felt a person slam into him.  Aegon quickly whirled around, hand flying to his Valyrian steel dagger, gripping it in his hand exactly how Dalton had shown him only a few days before.  Once he saw who had run into him though, Aegon quickly relaxed.  It was a boy who was quite a bit shorter than him, clearly a child.  Not that children couldn’t be viscous little creatures, but even Aegon could defend himself against one.  “It’s alright,” he started, figuring the boy might be nervous if he had recognized he’d run into a prince of the kingdom.  Except as the boy slightly shifted, Aegon caught a glimpse of his face and stared.  “Aegon?  What are you doing here?”  

Rhaenyra surely didn’t know he was here.  In fact, Aegon had a sneaking suspicion his small namesake hadn’t told anyone.  Aegon certainly hadn’t when he’d started to make his trips here around Aeg’s own age.  “This is a lucky coincidence!  I was just longing for a drinking buddy and here you are!  Well, perhaps not drinking but I can teach you how to play dice inside.”  Aegon had started his heavy drinking at Aeg’s age, but as a parent himself, he could acknowledge that probably wasn’t the best habit to instill in children.  “Don’t worry, I think being curious about Flea Bottom is a right of passage for any prince.  I actually brought your brother Lucerys down here the other day, so you’re in his and my wonderful company when it comes to visiting this fine establishment.”  Of course, the tavern before them was anything but nice.  It was certainly fun though, which was the most important thing for a tavern to be.

[dootznbootz]

Thinking about how Telemachus has heard "You are just like your father" by so many people for most of his life. How different yet refreshing it is to hear said father tell him warmly "You're so much like your mother".

[choccy-milky]

seb wants to be pet, too 😤💕 ((TYSM to @angel-fr0m-venus for asking how seb would react to clora petting all the cats around the school/hogsmeade BAHAHA. like a neglected puppy, thats how🐶))

[mohntilyet]

rook being such a nobody and surrounded by more influential companions right after the obviously well known inquisitor could be really cool actually. that conversation w solas 'what will they call you after this is done' <- NO FUCKING CLUE LOL!! the idea that this millennia long, world-ending story of gods and a herald being controlled for a moment by a nobody is incredible. they start as an irritant and end having saved the world. nobody thanks them. they go back home. maybe they're literally wiped off the face of the world when they're trapped in the fade with the dread wolf! and most of all, their name is not remembered. literally, because they become a 'rook' to the inquisitor's king.

like i’m actually really liking the idea that the inquisitor and rook get conflated into the same person by the public and by history, and what little agency they had is taken away. you were never in control of this story. your narrative will be written by other people, just like every figurehead that came before you. you are not the chosen one. the choice to have faded out and see the irrelevancy as a boon, or struggle to make your name known (not rook, not the nickname, not the title) would have been so. interesting.

veilguard is a heroic story (and the game doesn’t even let you be rude most of the time) that has to end heroically (the evanuris are defeated in some way, the last archdemon dies, and most rooks climb down from minrathous to literal cheers and applause) but the hero themself is forgettable. narratively that could have been so funnnn. but it wasn’t on purpose so it just feels hollow.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

learning what all of Foul Legacy's noises mean.

learning the language of the Abyss is... not your forte, to say the least. you're okay navigating old texts and books, matching the faded words and symbols to ones that you know, but the growls and chirps of the monster you found is another matter entirely. he's a peculiar beast- at least, for someone from the Abyss. rather than attempting to claw your face off or electrocute you to death, he prefers curiously sniffing at your hair and clothes, poking delicately at your skin and letting out little trills and coos. he's not trying to harm you in any way, merely circling you a few times to examine you up and down before curling up and leaning against your crossed legs. there's a click and a chitter of interest at the sight of your notes, idly scribbled any chance you had to hear him speak.

chirps, trills, and chitters are akin to normal conversation and answers.

coos are happy, cheerful, or teasing responses.

growls, hisses, and snarls mean threatened or angered. however growls can depend on the tone- occasionally they can be playful.

croons are soft and gentle, an expression of affection.

body language and movements are very important- fluttering wings is a sign of happiness.

the pages are littered with question marks and your own personal musings, even a couple of doodles here and there. the monster tilts his head, claws just barely resting on the thin sheets of paper, not nearly enough to tear. his glimmering, star-speckled wings flitter and twitch just like you've seen before, as if he was entirely overcome by joy, joy from seeing you put so much effort into learning his mannerisms and habits, despite just being an Abyssal beast. he croons sweetly, nuzzling his head against your cheek and snuggling closer to you, the ray of sunlight who came his way. your new friend settles, both in your lap and curled around you, with a contented huff, and slowly, quietly, he begins to purr.

your eyes widen, and your pencil begins scratching away again, describing one of the loveliest sounds you've ever heard.

[ps-cactus]

@girl-named-matty thank you it was the most wonderful heart attack 💖✨

[little-candy-store-of-horrors]

And at the rate things are going, I fear I am not any way inclined at all! *Laugh track*

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Yangvik: Fake dating AU/scenario

Rangshi: "Oh no there's only one bed" scenario

[myokk]

BEA AND LEO🥹💓🥹💓

Bea belongs to @the-ozzie😇and Leo belongs to me😇

These two….🥹😫

[s-aint-elmo]

no thoughts head empty the oppressive stagnancy of legacy in ever after high dragging me round the block yet again

it's such a shame that we get so little explanation about the actual mechanics of destiny, which is the entire premise of the show, bc it's so juicy. like what power does destiny hold when you rip away milton's lies and centuries of assumptions and traditions. esp bc despite raven signing herself as the evil queen in the real storybook of legends, when the snow white fairytale actually happens in dragon games she's playing one of the seven dwarves and her mother has reprised her role. like how much of that was because of the characters' actions and how much was destiny pulling on old, familiar threads. keeps me up at night.

a lot of this is probably just like, plot holes and writer hot potato but i like making it that deep, that's half of the fun. my personal interpretation is that fate is a wild thing that desires repetition and they developed the system of fairytale legacy bloodlines to keep those repetitions predictable and contained, instead of wreaking havoc whenever and wherever they please. 

which lends itself to some really juicy exploration of how legacy is a duty as much as it is a privilege, and how to be a princess or a witch or a hero or a dragon is to be the same thing in the end: the lamb destiny slaughters on the altar to sate the ever-ravenous narrative. to keep the flock safe. keep the unknown that prowls beyond the beaten path at bay. because if a there is always a mother who will be cruel, or a maiden who will fall into a sleep like death, or a child who will become a bird, isn’t it better to know who, and how, and when? isn’t better if it’s you, who has known your whole life that you must be eaten, be poisoned, be stripped of your humanity, rather than anybody else, who wasn’t raised to see it as an honour instead of a great and terrible injustice?

[cologona]

Jason’s desire to be loved and his ideological issues with Bruce cannot be extricated from each other. If you love someone you want them to matter to the world. As a… citizen, as a person. If someone hurts them, if you love them you want to see recompense. If someone kills them? You’d want to see change, or at least the promise of it via punishment.

The death of Bruce’s parents drove him to become a friggin’ Bat Man, surely the death of his son would also drive him to action? Bruce acts like this is a matter of the personal vs professional but it’s not! It never has been!

[sullen-apple]

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midnight bliss member roles

emika - main vocalist and visual

blanca - main dancer

jinri - main rapper and lead vocalist

leanne - lead dancer and lead vocalist

[catsinmugs]

dinner date :)

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

original King Dragon Sovereign!reader [like nibelung] who’s powers were taken by the Primordial One then cast and trapped into/in the abyss when he(they?) couldn’t kill KDS!Reader

(humanoid w/prominent dragon features please~)

^ KDS!Reader meeting FL in the abyss (maybe on an exploration for the Fatui, maybe when Childe originally fell in, maybe they knew eachother before Childe! the choice of lore is yours!)

mainly inspired by a plot idea that’s been eating at my brain for the last month or so~ feel free to take the idea in whatever direction you please!

anon, my dear, i won't lie to you. for a split second i actually, genuinely thought that "Nibelung" was a really janky spelling of Neuvillette i'm so sorry

it's cold and dark and claustrophobic in the Abyss, and you hate it. hate it and everything around you, especially that horrible sneering god and the rest of your kind. what once was a proud race of dragons now reduced to just a few including yourself, and yet they still had not a single thought towards the rest of the world. admittedly, you can't even say that the Abyss is a particularly bad place to be right now, with the land above equally as devastated. it's still awful, and you despise the whispers that crawl up your spine and the craggy vines that threaten to entangle you, but there's some semblance of life in the air engulfing your torn wings and battered scales. the ancient blood running through your veins keeps the worst of the Abyss at bay, and you can do nothing but sit and slowly pick at your injuries, everything aching in this diminished form

there's something watching you. something quiet and hidden in the shadows. your ears flick, a soft growl slipping from your throat, and the presence flinches in the dark. slow footsteps tentatively draw near, a crimson mask following suit as an Abyssal monster emerges from the gloom, tilting its head slightly. immediately you hiss, baring your teeth and claws. it jumps back with a yelp, whining pitifully as the beast slowly lowers itself to the ground, trying to seem unintimidating. you growl again as it inches closer, but the sound is quiet and pained. the creature finally sits at your feet, crouching low and looking up at you quietly before reaching out and gingerly placing something on your knee- a length of sturdy plant fiber. it sits back on its haunches again, watching you intently with a single crystalline eye until you struggle and wrap it around the worst gashes on your body

it purrs, and for a moment you almost purr too

he calls himself Foul Legacy, you find after deciphering his rumbling, chirping language, and he's a scion of the Abyss just as you are of the world above. Foul Legacy follows you determinedly no matter how many times you tell him to leave, whimpering and fussing over your wounds and trying to protect you while your power is depleted... or chasing your tail around as it whips back and forth, tapping his talons gently against your scales and fawning over your slit pupils and pointed ears. gradually he leads you up, pushing you forward towards that distant drop of sunlight and sleeping curled around you during your exhaustion, his glimmering wings draped over yours. you need the open sky, and he's always wanted to see the real stars, his dream now including you in his company whenever he imagines it. so he takes you there, guiding you out of the darkness and back to where you belong

you still hate the Abyss. but perhaps you don't hate everything in it, anymore

[ps-cactus]

[quiet-art-kid]

just realized there is too much angsty hiccup 2 fanart and not enough angsty hiccup 1 fanart