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dr3amfyr-e · 4 months ago
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moon, river - c.s. ( w. 1049 )
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꒰ cregan will always defends your daughter’s claim ꒱ — cregan stark x reader
୨ ⎯ period typical misogyny. implied trouble concieving children. reader is written to be very influenced by her environment, and therefor uncertain of herself and her self worth. girl dad cregan. cregan's kind of a medieval feminist. i named your daughter for you, sorry. this is very cregan pov, not many of reader's thoughts. umm maybe not canon cregan but it’s my cregan. uhh dialogue heavy. tbh i don't even know what i was writing here. fem!reader. ⎯ ୧
i advocate for creganwives who don’t want to have ten children.
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Cregan wasn’t nearly as physically imposing underneath all of his armour. 
You had observed as much before — watching keenly as he unclasped his cape and slid out of the thick leather armour. It was a sight to behold, the muscles in his shoulders and arms as he fought to disrobe. 
He was much different here, in your shared chambers. Lord Stark shed with his dayware, Cregan stood in his wake. 
You had been married for years, and still, your heart fluttered like an infatuated girl when he loomed over the bed, hair damp from the bath. 
Married for years, with two children, and yet — sprawled across the bed in naught but a thin nightgown, you ogle him as he makes his way to bed. 
He's hard to wrangle; he walks the keep and checks on your daughters, among other mindless tasks, before finally getting into bed every night. It gives him ‘time to think’, and makes you senselessly anticipatory. 
Most nights are the same. He curls into you, head on your chest, to decompress. It's sweet, to see such an intimate side of him.
Tonight, in lieu of the typical mindless drivel that lulled you both to sleep, you had been quiet. Cregan could feel the tension of whatever weighed on your mind, but he had not wished to pry.
You rub aimless little circles against his back before finally speaking, “Are you content with this?”
Cregan looks up, lifting his head from your breastbone. He doesn’t speak for a moment, reading your expression, “Content?” When you don’t reply he continues, “Of course I am content. What has prompted you to ask such?”
He can see the solemn, contemplative expression written across your face; the way you gaze down, as if through him, “It is just…” You hesitate, he keeps firm in his stare, “We have been married years, and I have not given you many children. And, no boys.” 
He doesn't reply, unsure how or what to say. True, it is, that in the years you have been married there have only been two children — both daughters. 
“Do you think,” He begins, sitting up more, “That I am discontent because you have not given me a son?” 
Silence hangs heavy in the room. You look guilty; he cannot tell what it is you feel guilty for, but he wishes you did not feel guilty at all. 
Cregan says your name once, his voice low and soft. When you meet his eyes he can sense the resignation — you wish you had not brought this up.
“I just worry, that is all,” You reply, quietly.
His expression stays set. There is solace in knowing him well enough to read his microexpressions; he isn’t brooding, he is concerned. 
He speaks, “What is it that you worry about – my discontentment?”
“Perhaps I have not performed by duty,” You shrug, as if to pass the comment off as nonchalant. Maybe it is; ladies raised to believe their self-worth lies in their good stock and ability to breed and please can talk about such matters with a level of insouciance. 
Frustration blooms in the space between his lungs. He understands the way polite society worms into young women’s brains, and how hard it is to remove that sickness once it's taken root. Still — you surely must know that your worth does not lie within your womb, he thinks.
“Your duty?” He asks, tone firmer now, “And what duty is that? To be bred like a milking cow?” 
The abruptness and near vulgarity of his words are enough to leave you taken aback, blinking at him. Cregan was certainly not one for eloquent metaphors. 
When you seem not to have a response, he begins to feel bad. This isn’t your fault. You were raised to think like this.
“I have not given you an heir,” You’re quiet, almost embarrassed. 
“You have,” He counters. 
“You have no son,” 
“I have Lyanna,” 
A log in the fireplace shifts and crackles as you sit in silence; a scullery maid shuffles by in the hallway. 
He watches you gather your composure before you speak, “And you do not mind?” You sound unsure, he hates it. 
Cregan reaches, sliding his fingers under your jaw to make you look at him fully, “Tell me — if we should have a son, would you be content to strip Lyanna of her birthright?” 
The question feels harsh. He watches guarded confusion swirl into your eyes.
Of course, you would not wish for your daughter to have her title taken from her. But so many others, men in Cregan’s council, mocked the idea. They rued Lyanna’s power, the status she already held above them as a girl of all but five. So it would be no shock if someone insisted she be stripped of her title as heir to Winterfell, and it was frightening. Frightening to imagine someone stealing your daughter’s future and freedom. 
“If it is what you wished,” You answer, resignation thinly veiled. 
“I asked you a question,” He’s firm but gentle. 
You gape for a moment, before answering, “No, never. I could not imagine doing that to her.” 
“And do you think I would?” 
“No,” 
He nods, sliding his hand up to cradle your face. You look ashamed, he tries to soothe it away with his thumb over your cheekbone. 
“Do you think you’ve disappointed me, pet?” He doesn’t wish to subject you to the humiliation of answering such a vulnerable question, so he continues, “You need not worry so much. I do not need a boy; I am more than pleased with things just how they are,” He strokes his thumb slowly, “Do not agonize over something so trivial.” 
He catches the tear that rolls down your cheek.
When you speak your voice is quiet, “You are so good,” And then, “Many lords do not care much for their daughters.”
The thought makes his chest burn; to not care for his daughters? Unthinkable, “Do not praise me for loving my children. Those girls are my world, as are you.” He feels lighter when he sees the edge of your mouth tick up, so he speaks again, “I care not that I have daughters in place of sons — I have, and for that I am lucky.”
He has and he is lucky.
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problemnyatic · 5 months ago
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the steven universe hate is insane bc people are (or at least were) more upset that fictional war criminals got fictional hugs than they recognize that it singlehandedly advanced queer rep in children's media by lightyears and then straight up ate heavy retaliation for the nerve.
It does have real flaws that are worth discussing, but it also put their male protagonist in dresses and skirts and played it straight and even empowering, they aired a lesbian wedding on television, it was a genuinely queer, genuinely diverse piece of media through and through. It did a lot of real good for the real world.
But also the fictional characters caused fictional harm to other fictional characters, and didn't get an onscreen firing squad sentence. So, you know, it's basically ontologically evil in real life.
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baristabomb · 7 months ago
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...weird amount of dunmeshi fans have been saying being a caretaker in a relationship is the worst thing ever..marcille must want to killl everyone soo bad because doing things for people suuuucks sooo muchh
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it's an act of love, not just a job i promise. we all want someone who's willing to take care of us in some way, just like how senshi shows care for others by cooking for them :'|
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cozylittleartblog · 10 months ago
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cant tell you how bad it feels to constantly tell other artists to come to tumblr, because its the last good website that isn't fucked up by spoonfeeding algorithms and AI bullshit and isn't based around meaningless likes
just to watch that all fall apart in the last year or so and especially the last two weeks
there's nowhere good to go anymore for artists.
edit - a lot of people are saying the tags are important so actually, you'll look at my tags.
#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite
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esfiart · 1 year ago
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Do u guys ever think about dying?
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bedlamsbard · 1 year ago
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I personally think it would be extremely funny if The Hunger Games and Mad Max took place in the same universe and America and Australia just dealt with this apocalypse very differently.
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pennymaykittensworld · 2 months ago
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Would you like to date a naughty girl like me ?
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kozzax · 9 months ago
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It's times like these, when Grian refers to snails as molluscs and gastropods, that I remember he has a degree in marine biology. In retrospect this makes the fishing arc funnier I think.
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chloesimaginationthings · 19 days ago
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Michael Afton’s one joy in life is FNAF Foxy
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r0achlezbian · 1 year ago
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didn't wanna derail the last post with it but in general most trans people don't give a shit about minor mistakes. you can slip up and use the wrong pronouns or a gendered term and go "oh my bad" and 99% of the time that's where the problem begins and ends. no one is out there screaming "did you just assume my gender?!" because, like, yea. you probably did. shit happens. it's when you make a massive deal out of it, kick your heels and insist that actually "dude" is completely gender neutral or you're trying your best so everyone should just shut up ect ect that things become a problem. but every single person who does the latter insists it was the former and that everyone is making a big fuss about a mistake when in reality they've misgendered someone 10 times in a row and made no attempt to correct themself.
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valtsv · 1 year ago
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"consensual but not safe or sane" is my favourite fanfiction tag because it's like prefacing something dangerous with the warning "don't try this at home!" but instead of a risky driving manoeuvre or whatever it's a scene where a character vivisects another and applies an electric current to their nerve endings to see how their insides move (sexually)
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wanderinggoddess · 4 months ago
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Claudia, c. 1970s
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lastoneout · 1 year ago
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the whole guilt-tripping language in posts about important topics paired with how I'm still getting bitches in my notes talking about why it's actually good to tell "bad" people to kill themselves continues to prove to me that a lot of people have absolutely no concept of social justice or activism outside of assuming the worst of and then viciously attacking strangers on the internet
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housederiva · 6 months ago
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Do not let anyone drive you away from fucking that old man in the coming months my brethren
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wotchernewt · 9 months ago
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cool new life series! very serious very dramatic!
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