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onlyseokmins · 9 months ago

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ash and cinders • l.s.m.

Pairing: lee seokmin x fem!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), angst, royalty!au, fantasy!au, gods/goddesses!au Warnings: magic, mentions of blood, war, cruelty, tyranny - all that good stuff, mentions of religion (au-specific), violence (i.e. suggestion of murder), (death) threats, and possible gaslighting 💃🏻 which just means a minor power play between them at first okay 😬 i promise it's not that bad lmao i'm just paranoid, lots of making out, oral (fem. receiving), lil bit of temp play tbh, little bit of choking, uh I wrote this so long ago and just finished it so lmk if i forgot anything?? it's just basically me attempting to write prettily uwu WC: 4.24k A/N: soooo, this has been rotting in my drafts FOREVER!!! but yeah seokmin is my most darling, favorite boy i've ever stanned anyways ofc i couldn't help but use his elle magazine photos (yes that's how long this has been ROTTING) ahhhhh - ahem anyways this goes hand-in-hand with Mischief Maker so definitely recommend checking that one out too! heheh <3

He only stayed during the night.

When the blanket of darkness covered even the moon with a hazy layer of clouds, leaving tiny twinkling stars for a traveler’s guide. The fire once dancing in the hearth dwindled down to scarlet embers barely emitting enough heat to fill the large quarters.

Not that it mattered.

Even as you lay naked amidst the silken sheets strewn upon the grand bed, the thought of your lover’s return alone was enough to engulf your body in a flame of burning anticipation that settles and simmers between your legs.

He had been gone far too long. A lengthy patrol around the surrounding territories had taken him away from your embrace. Although every morning the sun’s rays tickled your face as a sweet greeting and bathed you in a radiant light through the day, nights without him were by far the worst.

Cold.

Lonely.

Dark.

On usual accounts, it was a grievous crime to keep the queen waiting. But you would forgive him for anything, wouldn’t you? It’s exemplified in the way he bursts through the doors without so much as a courteous knock that even your most trusted servants must abide by, water droplets dripping from his auburn bangs.

Despite the eagerness to see you as soon as possible, he refused to step foot into your chambers when reeking of blood after fierce combat and soiled with dirt from travel. You always protested. The gilded throne you reigned from, the heavy crown upon your head, and even the bed you shared — all were built upon those very foundations. But your lover insisted on only showcasing the glorious side of things to you.

The gold.

The diamonds.

The luxuries.

All which adorned you by day. Glowing, glistening, and shining. Gems and jewels, fabrics woven from the highest quality quickly reduced to layers that only became a hindrance once it came time for his descent upon you. For you were absolutely beautiful clothed — this he very well knew — but when your whole body was bared naked for him and him alone? You were truly the definition of divine.

Those who dared to speak ill of you tried to foster ridiculous claims. Critical of the wealth in your possession. Mocked what they presumed was a lack of ambition. Wailed that you were a witch. A young monarch on an undeniable downfall to tyranny, one that would lead them all to hellfire and ruin.

Anything to validate that you were not worthy of the royal seal emblazoned across the lands in honor of a valiant leader with a royal bloodline still running through your veins.

Hypocrisy at its finest when you were the reason that they were bestowed or able to retain property linked to their names, money in their pockets, and a legacy to live by under your prosperous reign. Arrogant to cast down the very thing that elevated them to their current standing. But their greed would eventually come back to bite them. One day.

Even the religious sect whispered lowly, hidden in the shadows of the grand temples. Doubts that the king actually held a shred of affection for his partner — if the seldom visits seen visiting your chambers only when night falls were of any substantial evidence to go by. That he only lay with you out of duty, shackled and bound to an imposter who was never a faithful servant to the gods like they were.

Because not one of them truly believed that a god could ever favor, let alone love, a human.

You knew you were a savior to as many as you were also an enemy. A hindrance and a threat. A bold refusal to control or be controlled. There was nothing more to do other than lead your people as fairly as you judged.

All the preposterous assumptions infuriated him — your devoted knight, unorthodox husband, and scandalous lover. But he manages to temper his fiery rage out of respect for you. Behind your ruthless, steely intent is a righteous and kind heart that always calls out for him, now fully vocalized and embellished by the sweet voice he's missed hearing dearly.

“Seokmin,” you murmur, grasping his warm hand once he's within reach.

An entity of many epithets with an existence worth a millennium beyond comprehension and full of worship. Yet his favorite phonetic combination he'd ever heard was the one that fell breathlessly from your lips. The closest the human tongue could get to a god’s true name. And his second favorite would be yours, the syllables rumbling in his chest like a song and you smiled in contentment.

He was back, he was home, and he was yours.

Even in the darkness, Seokmin glowed. The ethereal radiance surrounding the broad expanse of sinewy muscles easily proved his lofty status as the great god of the sun. But it was also his eyes, flickering with the unmistakable presence as one of many deities. The kind of power that has managed to refrain from turning you into ash and cinders.

Whether it's attributed to your resilience, a ruler born to stand out and lead, or an entirely different reason — or a mixture of all — Seokmin isn't really sure. He's not the first to appear in a human vessel nor the last, with at least twelve of his known brothers wandering the mortal world for various reasons.

He wonders if he's the first to bow his head willingly, though, holding back his more devious and destructive tendencies. To pay back tenfold the worship he's received since the beginning of time all to you — a mere human — yet nonetheless, his queen.

The event of swearing his undying fealty feels like it was yesterday. For a being that persists forever, it may as well have been that short ago. Every memory he etches and sears into his mind for eternity consists of you, and only you.

How could he forget? How was he supposed to bury away the confident smirk that graced your lovely lips? Would he ever not recall the first time he bent the knee in such desperation? Not for a trick or as a dark seduction that tumbles into a dreadful demise, a conquest for carnage, and an abuse of his powers. But instead for the good of humanity — however short of an era it may be.

And maybe… for more. One that his heart fears to admit, for it does not beat within his chest, but in a plane beyond the reach of mortals.

"Would you kill for me?"

"For you, anything," the god affirms. "I have laid waste to kingdoms, countries, empires, and even continents themselves. There is nothing I'm incapable of."

"And if I asked you to behead the entire entourage that has traveled with you?"

"… If it is what you will, then it is simply my command to follow. For you, I am a lone knight at your disposal."

Silken skirts flare out as does your anger when you turn away from the large windows in the tower's tiny excuse of a throne room — hardly fit for the heir — showcasing a brief flash of the lethal dagger strapped to your thigh. "Do you wish for my downfall before I've even risen to the throne? You expect me to be a tyrant, despised by the people I am meant to save? To lead?"

"Do you think I, a god, care what thoughts others conjure up in their silly little minds? I am to act on your behalf, get my hands dirty in lieu of you. No matter how morbid your desires may be."

Stepping closer, you lift his chin with the tip of a dull sword intended to be ornamental. But it may be even deadlier than the one hung at his side, metaphorically sharpened and honed by a rebel princess's innate rage.

His little show of bowing means little with the way he stares straight at you without a shred of respect in those galaxy-filled irises. However, it is the mighty sun god who is taken aback by the hellfire burning in your gaze, hungry and powerful enough to rival his own as you scoff.

"I will show you what kind of queen this land needs, the methods we will follow, and the morals I wish to uphold. You will learn in order to understand them and enforce my will. Not only to help guide the vision I desire but to keep me accountable lest I stray. A critical misstep such as that is when I'll ask you to cut me down. Will you swear to do that for me?"

"… You dare question a god of what he can do? Your tiny, impudent human mind couldn't fathom a sliver of my capability."

"I dare to question what you can't or won't do."

"I told you, there is not a thing beyond my realm of —"

"Leave."

"… Your Highness?"

Painted lips curl in a snarl at the first address of your proper title since his arrival. "Begone, I said! Return when you feel like acting like the god you are, not simply a tool to be harnessed and used at will. Until then, I have no need for you."

Seokmin's jaw drops as you seat yourself back on the throne with a sneer and flick of your wrist for the guard to usher him out.

A challenge.

He's been abandoned many times. Discarded and tossed to the side once his usefulness has been expended. He's left before betrayal can even be thought of — for no one points a blade at a god's back — but never has he been rejected.

It was only the beginning of how you would become many of his 'firsts' and all of his 'lasts'.

Seokmin is lost deep in the memory even with the feeling of your lips curling in a gentle smile against his — a stark contrast to your initial meeting. A nail grazes his chin, digging lightly into the skin to fully bring the god back to the present.

You'd be offended by the habitual spacing out if he hadn't admitted to only getting lost in thoughts of you. Something he'd picked up during the routine patrols away. Though you strive to bring the god out of dwelling in the past when you're sitting right in front of him — the present — and deepen the kiss.

Yet he pulls away to tilt his head. "Do you remember what you offered to me?"

"Have I not offered you my all, my king?"

Charcoal lying dormant in the hearth flares back to life, emitting playful sparks when he chuckles. "After I returned to pledge my loyalty to you."

"Ah, even though I had you wait outside the gates for five days."

"Unfathomable for a god to hang around at the whim of a meager human, isn't it?"

"Meager?"

"To me? Yes."

His warm exhale of amusement feels just like the breeze that fondly brushes your cheeks every morning despite the eternal humidity. It may very well be him because no matter how far away physically from you he is, Seokmin's essence radiates in every sunray that stretches across the grand skies and below.

He is everywhere and everything all the time. But he is here with you tonight once again, kissing the palm you'd placed on his cheek. With mischief flickering like a teasing flame in his eyes, the god brings your hand to his throat, encouraging you to splay your fingers across his Adam's apple.

You free yourself from his light grasp to run them ticklishly up and down the bumps of his vocal cords. The movements of swallowing ripples beneath the light scratch of your nails until he halts you by replacing a veined hand over yours and murmurs, "Squeeze."

"Ah — but I…"

He repeats it again louder when you fail to do as asked, not even daring to move a muscle. Simply staring in almost awe-filled hesitation until he guides you to tentatively do exactly as he states, "You would have done anything to strangle me back then, what has changed?"

"… You know what."

"Tell me," he says it like it's a command, eyes brightening and swirling with an authoritative amber hue though it's all in jest. "Tell me what it is, my queen."

Never one to be deterred, only Seokmin could render you motionless for so long. You do as you're instructed, the gentle pressure applied by your hand around his throat causes auburn eyelashes to flutter. The slight restriction to an airflow that isn't all that necessary for a god's survival has his eyes rolling back before they re-focus on you, half-hidden by hooded eyelids.

"Love," you murmur. For it is the answer to everything, is it not?

"Love," is echoed with a resounding voice that doesn't fully come from the tongue of the man beneath you, but bellows out from an otherworldly essence that surrounds the entire world and beyond. And at the same time, he speaks it so fondly because ultimately, he's addressing it as a title for you.

The god of the sun, as immortal as he might be, has died before. Mortal vessels manage to persevere for a fixed number of years and a feeble human body can only endure so much wear and tear. Yet Seokmin's soul still shines steadily onwards despite the memory of death over and over again lingering… and he unsurprisingly realizes that he wouldn't mind dying like this — by your hand.

Was that love?

But the amount of power, energy, and time, along with the unpredictable wiles of the creator would never guarantee him returning to you. Preservation of this human shell was of the utmost importance, the first time he's ever handled a vessel with care before.

Perhaps that was love.

Rather than be swept up in unpleasantries, he entertains the amusing thought of how much fragility you exercise with him. Having already released your grip far too quickly and instead, fiddle with the untied laces on his loose shirt.

"Love," he repeats, this time as a call in a raspy drawl of his own voice.

"Hm. Or maybe it was… pity."

An eyebrow raises and the corners of Seokmin's mouth twitch upward. "Only my queen would dare to pity a god."

"It was for what you were. And who you weren't. I despise those uppity, repetitive displays of unwavering loyalty that either party can easily discard."

"Like the former king's imperial court."

"Yes."

Your angered hiss is exactly the same as the first time you informed him of your plans to take down your father and his cult. The disgust and rage have barely ebbed even after all the progress made for a better future and as many years that have passed.

Seokmin scans your expressions. He's always admired your spitfire that could rival his own flames. But in times when it burns long enough to possibly exhaust or hurt you, he worries. You're strong — he knows that — so many times he simply becomes the safe space where you can seethe aloud without interruption.

"Would you rather grow dull and be poisoned because someone is not even worth keeping an eye on or the thrill of unpredictability? A constant sword dance that keeps each other on their toes, never deviating gazes from one another."

He smirks. "That sounds familiar."

You think back to earlier days with him. A stubborn royal and an even more stubborn deity. When did the challenging, pointed glares at one another change to simmering looks of desire?

Instead of your swords tangling together in an angry clash over a small matter, it was your tongues after a heated sparring session. How condescension switched to respect to something more passionate… more primal… more intimate.

"Perhaps so. But look at you now — look at how you shine."

His skin indeed glows a bit brighter as he melts further into the soft touch of your palm returning to his cheek. Thumb tracing constellations between the pair of moles on his cheek while your other finger follows the nearly invisible scar below his eye.

"Little blemishes," he had once told you, "even the body of a god bears its flaws after fighting on a battlefield."

You thought they only made him all the more perfect.

"And look at how I've fallen."

As if to demonstrate his murmured words, Seokmin moves at the speed of light — his normal pace — to lie on his back, umber strands of hair spread out like flames of fire against the grandiose bed's silken sheets.

Somehow, he'd positioned you on top of him. Much accustomed to the tiny displays of omnipotence here and there, you remain unbothered. Affectionately, you brush back his bangs. Fiery wisps of hair that seemingly move on their own accord with the amount of power that ripples through their thin fibers.

He might just be the most powerful among his fellow deities and you could wield all of that as your own because he sits obediently in the palm of your hand. Lays dociley among your silken sheets. What he's trying to prove to you — the hold you have over him — immediately enthralled under your spell as you play with his locks and softly whisper, "You're Seokmin. My Seokmin."

Despite your bare chest quite literally in his face, the god waits. Fully clothed in soft linens where he can feel every tempting pulse thundering in your precious mortal body on top of his.

And still, he waits.

His hands don't even reach out as you unlace his shirt. Though he has wrecked and ruined your body in a thrillingly sensual, blistering, and passionate heat of love-making before, tonight he gives himself over to you. Vulnerable and all yours for the taking, watching with faint amusement as you impatiently urge him to shed the rest of his garments.

"My queen."

"My king."

"There is no rush. We have all of eternity."

"Do we?" you breathe out and look him in the eyes as your fingers dance along his inner thigh. "Or is it only you, divine ruler of the everlasting dawn and never-ending night?"

"My graceful moon," Seokmin sighs and distracts you from grasping his weeping shaft, urging you to straddle his legs. You follow his will despite the object of your desires lying neglected between your bodies, coating your stomach in the molten saltiness that drips from it.

"My stars, my sky, my galaxy, my universe." Each title of affection is seared into your skin with a burning kiss to brand your body. Your cheek, your ear, your neck, your shoulder, and your hand. "Without you in it, the world ceases to exist."

"My sun, my warrior, my knight, my shield, and my sword." You repeat a version of your own display of worship and what he means to you — mimicking the same actions across his lithe body. "My love, it would do you good to live in the present with me. Must you think of a dire future so soon?"

"Each inhale of life thus returns an exhale of death. I dread every moment that brings me closer to your end."

"Such morbid thoughts you carry, my darling. Where is the fearless god that took a poisoned arrow to the heart and pulled it out without so much as a flinch?"

"You think me weak when I'd take the blow of any weapon as long as it does not harm you."

The irony when you'd both been struck by invisible, non-lethal darts fired from the god of love's feathered bow. But the terrifying memory of Seokmin taking the assassination attempt in your place causes a rare, but true, fear twisting in your gut. The flash of life before your eyes changed the trajectory of your tactics and your relationship with the god. And as always he reassures you with what he knows to be the truth — for the most part.

"Nothing can hurt me as long as you're alright."

"Then make me your goddess in return so that I will be invincible enough to protect you from harm's wrath too."

"But that… you know I can't," he whimpers, "no matter how much I long to."

A tear trickles down his cheek, crystallizing when it falls. Like many before and well after, all bodily fluids of the god will be found transformed as various tiny diamonds and gems. Tangled within the bedsheets the following morning as they always are and stored away in the queen's treasury.

Seokmin cries, not just at his frustrations, but at how you gingerly hold his hot and hardened length. Heavy in your palm that rubs and strokes it lovingly before sinking down with practiced ease, having already stretched yourself out earlier while waiting. Undulating your hips in slow, controlled circles that make him dizzy with desire. Your words pierce his chest, paining him like no sword that sliced him open could ever compare.

"If fate will not let it happen, then bury me in the ground so I can thrive beneath your warm rays that whisper sweet nothings. Let me smile up at you after winter passes while I bloom brilliantly through spring and long into the heated days of summer. Weave my soul among the stars so I may greet you in the morning and kiss you goodnight every evening. Scatter my ashes into the windy gusts of the north and down the silver rivers flowing south so I may laugh and dance in the skies alongside your sunbeams."

He sobs at the poignant emotional tug of your words, every poetry waxed by your breathy voice punctuated by a tantalizing undulation of your hips. You reassuringly clench around him, foreheads and bodies pressed together, hands clasped tightly in each other's grasp.

The god's chest heaves and the mountains on the eastern border shift to the left. Sometimes the air cools when this occurs but tonight, it shimmers and glistens as if straining against his commands. A hot wave that threatens to distort the very seam of reality itself.

"I will always be yours," you kiss the corner of his trembling lips, "and you mine, my darling god."

"My sweet goddess, my everything… my love."

Seokmin's hips buck up anxiously and you let him lead the pace. Wild thrusts take over as he chases that high, wanting and needing to take you over that peak with him. Your body lays prone against him, along for the jostling ride as the god seeks his own pleasure through and with you. Praises and worship fall from his lips, never failing to be in awe of how your cunt molds and works his cock like a blacksmith shapes an iron rod yet he can bully it as he wants to fit him. Only him.

You were made for the god of the sun.

Golden ichor thrums through his veins, lighting his skin in flashes like the sparks of embers. He's beautiful. Otherworldly. Your lips capture each glowing pulse of godliness that erupts beneath his flesh with a tender peck. He's all yours.

And he was made for you.

When Seokmin plunges into your welcoming warmth that is his alone to claim before he finally succumbs, it's blinding. On the other side of the earth, the sun shines a little brighter. A harsh glint that already emits a sweltering heat from its fiery nature flares even hotter in the blue sky. A blessed priestess looks up in contemplation, waving away the worried maidens who tend to her every need.

You feel his large hands — one presses in a bruising hold between your shoulders, the other on your lower back. Keeping you flush against him, holding your body to his while you welcome inside the scorching spurts of his seed within your womb that feel like lava. Your walls flutter around him and he basks in the feeling of them pulsating as you jerk your hips

"Come," he begs out. It's loud and resounding. More of an instinctual command if anything and your body almost obeys unwittingly, unaware of his intent before he lifts you up with inhuman strength and clarifies, "Up here," and sits you on your rightful throne — his face, "where you deserve, the queen of queens. My queen. My love. My goddess."

He laps at you like a dehydrated dog. Both cleaning you up and creating an even bigger mess. Your thighs squeeze tightly around the sides of Seokmin's head, one hand tugging harshly at his hair and the other mercilessly wrinkling the silk bed sheets. His moans are sweet songs of praise but muffled as he sucks his release out of your cunt only to push it back inside with his tongue. The addition of globs of spit accompanying the still-hot, smeared mess causes your own sounds to grow much louder, writhing on top of him from the sloppy sensations.

Back and forth he repeats this a couple of times, the firm point of his nose stimulating your sore clit in his efforts. And finally, you come undone — spasming on top of Seokmin's chin and suffocating him just like he likes. Breathing and drowning in your essence, the very elixir of life.

"I shall make you mine," he whispers later, dutifully laying your deliciously aching but clean body onto freshened sheets. Your lover is ever so attentive, rarely nearly needing the same amount of aftercare he showers upon you.

For he is a god from the heavens to bestow blessings upon his desired mortal.

"I am already yours."

"But for all of eternity, it shall be so."

Satiated and content, you reach for him. He lovingly takes your hand and presses a kiss to the tip of each of your fingers. "How?"

"The Mother. She's the closest thing we have to the Creator and might be older than the universe itself. There's nothing she doesn't know so I'm sure she'll have the answers I seek."

"Must you leave so soon?"

Seokmin smiles as he pulls the sheets over your shoulders. "The sun never fails to rise, my dear. I will be back before you know it bringing with me tidings of great news."

"I'll be waiting."

Your shared kiss is soft and gentle. Sweet and full of sentiment. Indeed, you always wait for him and the sun god leaves with a full heart of hope. Little does he know, and little do you suspect, the true one lying in wait was the shadowed figure holding a poisoned dagger beneath their cloak.

And so, with the death of a queen so loved by the god of the sun… the prophecy begins.

onlyseokmins: September 2024 ©

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dark-lord-of-awesomeness · 2 months ago

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If shifter!Stan or cat!Shifty/Doppelganger!Shifty had their own spawn somewhere down the line, do you think they would follow shapeshifter standards but be a bit more hands on or would they attempt to raise their spawn themselves (shapeshifter community sweating about this one super social clan that are superflexible in terms of their shifting capabilities/very dangerous/kinda mad scientists)?

It'd be different for each one!

Cat!Shifty would raise his spawn as his own kids in Gravity Falls, either alongside Tate's kid (if he ever had any), the Corduroys, or Pines future kids to help them learn how to act in school and society. They'd be a menace of extremely versatile very social shapeshifters, who don't really behave like any other circle, since they'd consider each other family and dont raise their young to become spies, informants, thieves, or assassins like most others do. They'd basically do whatever they wanted job wise, and have the skills and connections to make it so that nothing really wants to mess with them. So eventually they'd be a mix of mad scientists, lumber jacks, criminals (more for the thrill), artists, and the occasional boat shapeshifters, who just spend all their time at the lake people watching. Thankfully shapshifter's only have one egg at a time, and only every few decades or so, so they wouldn't grow completely out of control.

Doppelganger verse Stan and Shifty, since they're aware of the greater community, would be slightly different.

Shifty would still raise his spawn, but he'd probably adopt human children to use as a more permanent base for them. So their circle would include more human's and potentially supernatural creatures (since the Pines genes are cursed to be attracted to the strange (except for Dipper, who dodged this curse somehow)). Otherwise it'd be pretty similar to Cat!Shifty. They might be more inclined to criminal spying and such, since Stan would put Shifty through boot camp and encourage that kind of lifestyle.

Stan would try for more traditional hands-off spawning, but he'd also probably sneak his spawn into, like, the Corduroy family so they were right next door, and everyone would know exactly what he's doing as he's in the trees with a pair of binoculars. No one is fooled that this extra kid is human or where it came from. The kid calls him dad and runs up to see him, and he's standing their awkwardly, trying to loudly yell that he has no idea who this kid is and sweating. Whatever family he does this to definitely ropes him into co-parenting with them, despite his protests.

His spawn would also be more social and versatile, but still not as much as Shifty's who are raised openly shapeshifting into animals, and Stan's would be more likely to be lumber jacks or criminals, with rarely anything in between. His spawn love their shapeshifting spawndad and their lumber family. Stan's forced to come to the family reunions and turn his hair red. (this is actually not an uncommon way for some circles, to pick one human family to raise their spawn and be more hands on. Somewhat fairy godmother like, making sure the family prospers and is taken care of).

#gravity falls #gravity falls au #stan pines #stanley pines #shapeshifters #shapeshifter stan #dark lord shapeshifter au #shifty gravity falls

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chaifootsteps · 17 days ago

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the most frustrating thing besides Blitz's life being in danger = red flag for coercion getting ignored by fandom is like

financial abuse is probably the most common and easy to understand type of coercion there is. we all need money to live, we should all be able to comprehend it fairly easily. not to mention there are many high profile IRL cases where the offender used their riches to exploit, coerce and get away with abuse

we're in the middle of a massive cultural re evaluation of understanding that it's money that gives people power, power that enables abuse

but when anyone points out that "rich person sexually exploits underclass and uses his ability to provide resources that might help said underclass prosper [a thing he obviously wants that it denied to him in an unfair system] to make them do what he wants over an extended period of time" is the textbook setup for abuse

the fandom all of a sudden is like "I don't see it. I don't know suddenly"

another crappy real world attitude people replicate here is this attitude of "Blitz didn't have to start a business! he could've given it up!"

it's more acceptable to blame people for trying to get out of poverty even if they're coerced into abuse to do so, than it is to suggest the system that enables that to happen is bad and wrong

why is it never "well how come Stolas is just given this all powerful book as a kid? he never earned it!" instead?

It's always really obvious when the stans making these arguments don't have jobs, have never held down any kind of a job, and have no idea how a job works.

#Anonymous #viv stuff #helluva boss critical #actual blog post

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agentrouka-blog · 5 months ago

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Why are there to many BNFs who stan the Targs? They range from saying that Targaryens 'wanting to unite' the continent was understandable, to having essays written about how politically savvy this or that Targ was (even when Targaryens are not relevant to the topic at all), to occasionally expressing supportive and/or sympathetic views towards them. These people dominate the vast majority of asoiaf fanspaces, some of them are academics irl, and it's kinda disappointing to hear this shit from their mouths.

I find it hilarious!

Can't explain it, really, but it's hilarious.

I mean, obviously there are fans who simply enjoy them as a soap opera of a messy family, with many entertaining or tragic individuals. I am not immune to the genuine drama inherent in the inevitability of the Dance of Dragons. I feel deep horror for the daughters of Jaehaerys and Alysanne. I am extremely excited about the searing corruption arc of Egg and Dunk.

But the idea that the Targaryens are supposed to be a baseline good thing for Westeros? Misses the mark so spectacularly it veers past frustrating toward utter parody.

GRRM is giving us this congaline of Fail(tm) or abject abuse in every form, and instead of basking in the myriad facets of why their underlying worldview is deeply (self)destructive, they entirely submit to the POV of these fire-obsessed blood purity despots and go "surely this time the power of dragons will lead us all to peace and prosperity".

Hilarious.

#anti targaryen #anti asoiaf fandom

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graciegoeskrazy · 1 month ago

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Can you see it? Can you see it?

(George Daniel x StepDaughter!r)

warnings: uh, happiness and prosperity?, I genuinely don't know, r is twelve

a/n: I lil sum for the George Stans in my inbox !!!

The flat is quiet in that golden hour kind of way - soft light spilling through the curtains and casting everything in a glow that somehow makes the clutter on the coffee table and the dishes in the sink look warm and lived-in. George is stretched out on the couch, one arm draped along the back, and you’re curled into his side, legs tucked under you like a cat, your head resting just beneath his shoulder.

There’s a nature documentary playing on the TV - something you picked out. Ocean creatures, maybe. You’re not really paying attention to it anymore, and judging by the way George hasn’t asked a single question about the weird fish swimming across the screen, he’s not either. But it’s nice. Quiet. Easy. Mostly because it’s with him.

Charli’s at the studio late tonight, mixing something new. She kissed the tops of both your heads before she left and told George to make sure you had dinner and didn’t stay up too late. She hadn’t said anything else, but you saw the way she looked at George - like she knew he was thinking about how fast you were growing up. How these kinds of nights don’t happen as often as they used to.

George shifts a little, glancing down at you. “Tired yet?” he asks, nudging you gently with his elbow.

You shake your head. “Not really.”

“Hmm,” he says. “Lucky. I’m about three minutes away from passing out.”

You smile a little, but you don’t respond. You both go quiet again, letting the soft hum of the narrator fill the space between you.

You’re not watching anymore. The words on the screen blur together. Your mind’s elsewhere - has been for a while now. Weeks. Maybe months. You’ve been telling yourself you’ll ask him. Someday. When it feels right.

And suddenly, now feels right.

You inhale, then let it out slowly. Your eyes flutter shut for a second, like you’re bracing for something big.

“Are you gonna marry my mum?”

Your voice is smaller than you meant it to be. Weaker.

George blinks. You can feel it in the shift of his body. He tilts his head to look down at you, but you keep your eyes fixed on the screen, cheeks already starting to heat.

“That’s a big question,” he says, soft and calm, fingers beginning to move gently through your hair.

“I’m twelve,” you say, like that justifies it.

He lets out a soft laugh. “Yeah. I guess it is a good age for big questions.”

You don’t say anything after that. You’re afraid if you do, something inside you might give way.

George is quiet too, until he asks, “Do you want me to marry your mum?”

You hate when he does that - cuts through you so easily. Makes you feel seen in a way that’s almost too much.

Still, you don’t answer. You keep your eyes on the screen, like if you stay quiet, he’ll keep talking.

And he does.

“I think I will,” he says after a moment. “One day.”

You finally shift, moving so your head rests in his lap. You look up at him, studying his face like you’re trying to read the truth in his features. “Why not now?”

It’s not meant to sound heavy, but it sort of is.

He takes a breath. “I reckon your mum and I both need to be sure we’re ready for… forever.” He looks up at the ceiling, like the words are there. “But we’ve kind of already got that, haven’t we?”

You nod slowly, letting yourself melt deeper into the couch. “You guys live together.”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“And you’re always here.”

He smiles. “I try to be.”

There’s a beat of quiet. Your fingers fiddle with the edge of his sleeve.

“If you marry her… are you guys gonna have a baby?”

His fingers pause, then keep moving through your hair, slower this time. “We talked about that,” he says, careful with his words. “Me and your mum. A lot, actually.”

You watch him closely. “And?”

“And we think we’ve already got the best kid there is.” He nudges you lightly with his elbow. “Don’t really feel like we need anyone else.”

You blink, and for a second, he looks almost nervous. But then you exhale - just a tiny sound, like the air’s been knocked gently from your chest.

“Oh.”

“Oh,” George echoes, smiling gently.

“I just wondered,” you add quickly, like you need to explain. “People always ask if I have brothers or sisters. And I don’t. And I don’t really remember before…all this.”

George nods. “Mhm. But that’s alright.”

You glance back at the TV, but the screen’s just a blur now.

He taps his fingers lightly on your knee. “Hey.”

You look at him.

“I like this,” he says. “Just us. Your mum. You. Me. It’s a good team, yeah?”

You chew on your lip for a second. Then ask the real question you’ve been avoiding for what felt like ages now. “Would I be your kid if you and Mum got married?”

The question slips out before you can stop it, but you don’t take it back. You mean it. And you watch the way it lands right in his chest.

He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t look away. Just lets it sit between you for a second before he says, quiet but certain, “You’re already my kid.” He says “Paper won’t change that.”

You stare at him a little longer, eyes a bit glossier and than before, but you don’t cry. You’re not the type. Instead, you lean into his side again, closer than before, and mutter, “Okay.”

George smiles, just a little, and rests his chin lightly on top of your head. His hand stays draped over your shoulder - protective, gentle. You stay like that for a long time.

Long enough that Charli comes home and finds you both dozing on the couch - your body curled tight against George’s, his arm still wrapped around you like he never planned to let go.

She pauses in the doorway, watching for a moment. Something deep settles in her chest, something quiet and right.

“Good day?” she asks, drawing George’s eyes open.

He nods, sleepy but sure. “Great day.”

She smiles, leans down, and kisses him.

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Alex Fitzalan appearances in The Story Behind Prosper

#alex fitzalan #stan prosper #is the second time he gets baptised on screen lmao #lets go son ; break the curse #drug convicted us dj star escapes visa ban ; girl wtfff 😭😭😭#mine

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ㅤㅤㅤⵌ ׄ ۪ 𝐍𝐅𝐖𝐌𝐁 ⁰⁰ ׄ ⑅ XMH ‌˖ ֺ ᰮ

— DESCRIPTION ੭ in which hao and y/n's gets wrongfully exposed, and hao does not stand for it ( inspired by hozier's song "nfwmb" – Nothing Fucks With My Baby )

— PAIRING ੭ the8 x fem!fashion!designer!student.

— FILE ੭ social media au.

— WARNINGS ੭ language.

❪ main masterlist | kpop masterlist | svt masterlist | the8 masterlist ❫

━━━━━━━━━━❪ 🖤 ❫━━━━━━━━━━

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dispatch netizens rage over leaked pictures of SEVENTEEN'S THE8 on, what appears to be a weekend getaway to Paris, France, with alleged girlfriend.

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user now who the hell...

user oh ???

user picture 2 is giving gold digger, she's obvs using myungho for his money omg.

↳ user wow, u can tell all that from a picture 😄 !? shut the fuck up and find something better to do than drag an innocent woman.

user ya'll are some wild mfs, she hasn't done a single thing wrong the hell.

user and you guys call urself the8 stans ? nah, bro ain't gonna stand for this

HYBE Ordered By SEVENTEEN's THE8 To Take Legal Action For Maliscious Comments Made Towards Newly Revealed Girlfriend.

May 01, 2024ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤby K Choi

The SEVENTEEN member was recently sighted roaming the streets of Paris with an unfamiliar woman. Fans claimed it to be a partner, and later THE8 himself confirmed by addressing it on his Weverse Live on April 29th.

The idol claimed that she deserved respect and to be treated like a human being, and that those who are being inhumane towards her do not label themselves as his supporters.

HYBE revealed that they will take further legal actions on any hateful comments they come across, and that netizens should refrain from being disrespectful of her, and their private relationship.

We wish the couple everything of happiness and prosperity !

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xuminghao_o replied to your story !

I love you baby 🤍

I love you more hao 🤍🤍

ho5hi_kwon replied to your story !

they could never make me hate you y/n ✊

...thanks ? 😭

I gotchu girl

thanks hosh 😭

xuminghao_o

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xuminghao_o always yours, 亲爱的 💋

( trans: my love )

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user she's so gorgeous...

↳ ynusername thank you, you are too !

↳ user oh- hi queen !!

ho5hi_kwon hao I got ur girlfriend to do horanghae w/me 😝

↳ xuminghao_o is that so ? proof.

↳ ho5hi_kwon ...damnit, ofc she deleted it.

↳ joshu_acoustic lol

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↳ pledis_boo lol x9, vouching for the others 😄

↳ ho5hi_kwon you're all jester haters of the tiger club 🐯 !!!

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user nah y/n is locked in for life.

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Don’t Blame Me || Homelander

-PART TWO-

Warnings: Gore, violence, course language, angst, mature themes, 18+.

Summary: After several long and uneventful months since John’s abrupt departure, Vought’s plan to present the Cerberus project to the public as a superhuman taskforce roughly forces you back into working with The Boys. This time, things will be more difficult as new threats arise, and former friends turn against each other. And all for what? Love makes people crazy, and John will stop at nothing to protect you.

Authors Note: SEQUEL SERIES TO BEND AND BREAK. Here it is! The long awaited sequel to Bend and Break. I am so excited to be writing this, I have so many surprises in store that you guys simply aren’t ready for. If time permits with university starting back up again, I plan for this series to be a little longer than its predecessor. Unfortunately the update schedule will remain the same as I will be very busy, but any spare minute I have will be dedicated to getting this series out there. So please enjoy Don’t Blame Me. A tag list is currently open for anyone wishing to be notified for future parts. Gif by @energyending

|PART ONE|

Ever since Stan Edger had come into power, Vought had prospered.

Everywhere you looked throughout the city, there was always some form of advertisement that played on the amazing power of The Seven, and the heroic sacrifice Stormfront and The Deep had made in order to ‘protect the people’.

It made you sick.

Memories from that night haunted you day and night, when they had come to your apartment to kill you. You could still feel the phantom splinters of wood in your skin, your body aching at the memory of Stormfront throwing you into the cabinets. You swore that even after a year, you still had those bruises. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm your racing heart, and the feeling of panic that began to settle in the pit of your stomach. The noise of the city began to blend together in a chorus of people shouting, cars honking, and tyres screeching.

You closed your eyes briefly, being pushed along by the crowds of people as you tried to calm yourself down. Your hands began to shake, your chest began to tighten. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, and your eyes began to sting with tears. You were growing angry and frustrated with yourself, pushing your way through the waves of people before finding yourself in a small dirty alley. You made a beeline for one of the dumpsters, crouching down behind it as you allowed yourself a moment of silence to calm down. All the noise of the city seemed so distant now as you focused on trying to calm yourself down, breathing through that sick feeling as it threatened to spill over.

You swallowed the bile in your throat, the last thing you wanted to do was vomit in some disgusting alley. The mere thought of someone seeing you like this filled you with an overwhelming sense of embarrassment. As you slowly began to calm down, you lifted your gaze upward towards the sky, and released a long sigh as you watched the small patch of open sky that protruded through the buildings around you. Covered by a thick layer of grey clouds, you could feel a few small drops of rain settle on your cheeks.

A smile formed on your lips, a tired sob escaping you as you allowed yourself to lean back against the alley wall with your body relaxing completely. You brought your knees to your chest and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of the raindrops against your skin. As it began to rain harder your smile only widened, but you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of sadness replace your previous panicked state. The source of this sadness had been playing on your mind since…since John left.

An overwhelming sense of loneliness settled on your chest, another sob escaping you as you allowed yourself this moment of vulnerability. You missed him so much, you needed him, now more than anything. But you couldn’t…you just…couldn’t. He left to protect you, but you felt as if everything was falling apart, more than it already was.

A shadow suddenly appeared over your closed vision, the feeling of the raindrops on your face disappearing. Opening your eyes abruptly, you had to blink in order to see through the blurring of tears, but once your vision cleared, your eyes widened as a grateful smile formed on your lips.

Noir stood before you, staring down at your huddled frame with an umbrella in hand extended over you as he shielded you from the rain. His head tilted sideways as he seemingly looked you over, examining you for any signs of harm, his spare hand clenching into a fist by his side. You grinned at his stance, a small chuckle leaving you as you fixed your position and ended up crossing your legs.

“How did you find me?” you asked softly, giving him a small, embarrassed smile. In typical Noir fashion he remained silent, but there was something about his body language that told you everything you needed to know. You sighed, pressing your lips into a thin line “Okay, different question. How long have you been following me?” You spoke calmly, wiping your eyes and staring up at the Super before you questioningly. Noir’s shoulder’s slumped, his head falling slightly as his head moved back into an upright position. You nodded slowly, the answer coming to you from his silence.

“A while huh?” You mumbled, sniffling lightly as you slowly moved to get up off the alley floor. Once stood to your feet, you brushed off your pants and groaned at the dust and dirt that fell off her clothes. As it began to rain harder, Noir extended the umbrella towards you, wiggling his hand slightly in gesture. You laughed, taking the umbrella from him with a grateful nod before looking him over.

“You know, you’ve only ever spoken to me once. I miss your voice you know, there’s no one around-“

“Oh I know, I’m just used to being quiet”.

You gave him a playful glare, sticking out your tongue and laughing softly. The Supe chuckled, shaking his head as he moved to stand under the umbrella with you. You stared into his eyes through his helmet, releasing a short sight. “It’s good to see you, Noir.”

“You too…” he spoke kindly, gesturing towards you with his hand, “…how long has this been going on?”

“It’s nothing to worry about-“

“Don’t be stupid, Y/n. How long-“

“I’m fine, really…” you tried to deflect, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly with an exasperated huff “…really. I just need to work some things out.”

You knew that Noir didn’t believe a word you said, the way his head tilted slightly confirmed your suspicions. But he didn’t question you as you watched his shoulders tense up once again. Just when you thought that the topic had been dismissed, you heard Noir sigh heavily.

“He listens to you, you know”.

Your eyes widened, and your heart began to beat faster. You looked up at the Supe with confused expression, taken aback by his sudden admission.

“…He…he what?”

Noir stepped closer to you, only mere inches away as he spoke softly, “Homelander. He didn’t want me to tell you, and he’s probably listening to us now, but I don’t give a shit. He misses you, a lot.” Your eyes stung with tears once more, but you quickly wiped them away with your free hand. Your heart swelled and your mind raced as you released a shaky breath. “What do you mean he listens?”

“I mean exactly that. He listens to make sure you’re okay, making sure that Stan keeps his promise. If you ever need him, all you have to do is call, and he’ll be there”.

You felt you heart swell as you nodded slightly, releasing a short sigh. The two of you stood in a comfortable silence for a while, until your phone began to ring in your jacket pocket. You groaned, Noir chuckling as you grabbed your phone, and frowned at the number displayed on the screen. You didn’t recognise it, but a strange feeling urged you to answer the call.

Pressing the phone to your ear, you spoke softly. “Hello?”

“Hello. Am I speaking with Y/n Ln?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “It is…sorry, who am I speaking to?”

“Sorry, this is Mr. Lautner. I am the principal here at Max’s school and I was wondering if I could talk to you about your nephew?”

Your eyes widened, your gaze flickering to the Supe beside you as he tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Oh um, sure. Did something happen?-“

“There’s been an incident at the school, and we need you to come in. I understand if you can’t, but we’ve already tried contacting both parents and neither of them have answered their phones. We don’t usually do this, but you are the only other adult we could contact, and Max asked for you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and but your lip. Anger and frustration bubbled inside you, not at your nephew, but at his parents. Your brother, Michael, should have been available. Since the divorce had been put through, he had a lot of free time lately. And his ex-wife Laura, who knows. But surely, she would take time off work to help her son, right?

You nodded, though the principal couldn’t see you and sighed. “Yeah, I’ll be there in half an hour.”

“Thank you, Miss L/n. We’ll see you soon.”

After ending the call, you clenched your jaw as you gave Noir a thin smile. “I have to go…it was good seeing you.”

The Supe nodded wordlessly, though you knew that behind that mask, he was giving you a kind and knowing smile. You tried gave him back the umbrella, which the Supe declined and gestured for you to keep it. With a small laugh and a roll of your eyes, you waved goodbye to the Supe and left the alley, re-joining the crowds of the busy city as you made your way towards Max’s school.

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