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[kingcenred]

Truthfully, he'd enjoyed their last shopping trip far more than he had expected and he was more than willing to get out his credit card again. Besides, he was always happy to buy a couple more suits...although he had some doubts as to whether Mal's idea of a suitable masquerade ball outfit would coincide with his own. "If the weather stays like this," he gestured to the window, "I could be persuaded to spend a few hours shopping. Back in Essetir, a few high end jewellery stores stock proper masks...I'm not sure if they do that here too?" he mused for a second, before his attention returned to the crown in his hands.

Ever so carefully, but with the steady, trained hands of a man who had worn plenty of crowns in his time, he brought the golden circlet to rest on Mal's head. An excellent fit. Pulling back just slightly, he admired his boyfriend with dark, lustful eyes; God, why did it feel as though he'd just crowned him as his own? Certainly, there would be no doubt about their relationship if Mal arrived at the ball wearing such an extravagant and meaningful item.

"There. Just as I suspected...it suits you perfectly. Even with this huge jumper on. Hang on, is that mine?" he chuckled, his fingers running along the sleeves of said jumper before he cupped Mal's face in his hands. Admiring him for a long moment, he joined their lips together once again in another searing kiss.

“Mm, you’d be surprised.” Mal answered with a nonchalant shrug, amused that Cenred seemed to think finding anything in his size would be a challenge. Clearly he underestimated the internet — and the extent of people’s tastes as far as the temptation of lingerie was concerned. “I could probably find something.” As for whether or not he’d actually want to see the other man in such a thing (his curiosity was sweet, he had to give him that) Mal supposed it wasn’t something that would necessarily go amiss. If it ever did happen, it was undoubtedly an occasion that he’d have to snap a photo to of, for posterity’s sake. “I’m usually the one getting dressed up for people, so it’d be new to me.” He hummed, lips curling. “It would be quite a treat, though. You’d look hot.”

Supposing only time would tell whether Cenred would indulge — the thought of him scouring the internet for black lace underwear from the palace amused him more than he cared to admit — Mal’s grin broadened as the king elaborated on the sorts of things to expect from the masquerade. Though it very much sounded like the other man didn’t approve of the allegedly questionable fashion choices on display, the florist couldn’t have been more delighted by the prospect. “If you can’t show off at an event like that, when can you?” He observed, flashing a teasing smile. “Speaking of which, what will you wear? Please don’t tell me you’re going to dress the same way you did for that other ball?”

[heythereneighbor]

Hey there Neighbor,

We were playing Business Company today. I was told to write what everyone was saying.

Julie and Howdy were talking really fast. I wrote slow. I missed a lot of what was said.

I drew my friends instead. @:)

[bamsywrites]

Guilt Part Two

Summary: Tyrion worries. You have a baby.

Ships: future Tyrion x Reader, past Tywin x Reader

Tags: depictions of child birth, babies, probably ooc, fluffy, a lil bit of angst. not my best writing.

Notes: it's been forever, I know, I apologize. This is just a short fluffy piece. Let me know if you'd like to see more from this story or if you'd like to read what reader and Tywins relationship was like (spoiler warning: it's complex as fuck and reader did kinda sorta like him a little bit despite what she says). Like I said in the first one, this story has been in my maladaptive daydreams for forever and I love getting the story down. As always I'm open to criticism as long as it's helpful and constructive.

Part 1

Tyrion paced.

He'd been pacing so long he swore there would be indents of his feet on the stone floor of the halls. Hours have passed, day turned to night and still he paced. The torches had long since burnt out, nothing but the moon and stars coming through windows illuminated the stone now. The night was silent besides the muffled sounds coming from the closed door that Tyrion continued to pace in front of. He desperately tried to hear what was going on behind those doors. But all he heard was muffled chaos.

Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Turn.

He strained his ears once again to hear. Muffled pained moans. The sound of cups and bowls being moved. People were talking, frantic, but he couldn't make out what was being said. Damned those walls, damned his painfully average hearing, damned it all.

Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Turn.

He'd tried to gather information where he could, a few handmaidens had left the room in the hours that he'd been there to fetch water or medicine or... whatever, he wasn't sure because they wouldn't answer his questions. Not so much as a nod or a head shake. Damn those women too, he thought.

Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Turn.

You'd been in labor since early that morning, he'd been woken by the news that your baby was coming, and he'd been outside the door since. It shouldn't take this long? Should it? This was an area of women's anatomy that he has little experience with and it infuriated him. The not knowing, the sounds of your screams, the anxiety, the worry, the guilt.

Step. Step. Step - Stop.

"Agh! Fuck!" Tyrion yelled, throwing his flask full of wine at the wall as hard as he could. He watched it clatter to floor, wine splattering the floor and the wall.

He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to tune the world out, tried to focus on getting himself together and not allowing his thoughts to go too far. His fingers bitter themselves in his hair, his forehead pressed against his knees. Worry and guilt consumed all of him. You were the only person he had here, that babe was his brother. You were smart and kind and strong. You were good and all that came from you was good. Trysta, Nataria - they were good. The world couldn't lose you.

He couldn't lose you. He couldn't lose you. He couldn't lose you. He couldn't lose you. He couldn't lose you.

There was a new sound from behind the closed door. A cry.

A baby cry.

Tyrion wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting there, but his ass was numb as he stood and waited for word of how you were doing. How the baby was doing. Just a word.

A young handmaid emerged from the room, "She's doing well, m'lord. Tired but she's doing well." But her voice sounded almost pitiful, it worried him for a moment until he heard the sound of your tired voice from inside the room.

"Tell him to come in."

You sounded exhausted but he could hear the smile in your voice.

Thank the gods.

Tyrion had never felt such a wave of relief in his life as when he entered the room and saw you with your babe swaddled to your chest. Your face was pale and you were covered with sweat, your hair sticking to your face and skin slick. Your lips looked chapped but they smiled down at the bundle in your arms. His heart jumped at the sight of your smile. Even now, he thought you looked beautiful.

You were the first to speak, "A baby boy. I haven't thought of a name quite yet," you never took your eyes off the baby in your arms. "He is beautiful though, come look at him. He's perfect."

Tyrion approached and his breath hitched in his throat as he saw the baby asleep in your arms.

"A dwarf?"

His voice was quiet as he looked at the sleeping baby. He was shocked. The baby was his brother after all, it would make sense he supposed but he was more shocked at how you were looking at the baby. You had no disgust. No contempt. You had love radiating from your features as you looked at your son.

"I...I am sorry," he apologized- for what he did not know. He felt that's what he's supposed to do.

Your eyes shot up to him and your gaze turned stern.

"No, your self pity is not going to taint my son'" your voice was harsh and firm "There is nothing to be sorry for. He's perfect the way he is, just as are you, and I will not have you think there is something wrong with my son simply because you falsely believe there is something wrong with you," you turned your gaze to the bundle in your arms. "I would burn all of the Seven Kingdoms to the ground for him, just as I would my daughters. Oh, how I wish they could be here to meet him. "

Tyrion stood in awe for a moment. In that moment you were awe inspiring, with your body exhausted and covered in sweat, your eyes telling the story of how your body was spent of all energy but still bright and smiling at at your son. You were gentle, loving with your baby on your chest but the fire in your eyes never died. You managed to put him in his place while making him feel more worthy than he ever had.

"Come," your voice broke him out of his trance, "Hold him." You held the sleeping baby for him to hold.

"I have no where to sit, my lady." He feared that if he touched the babe, if he held him, that Tyrion would taint him or ruin him in some way.

"Nonsense," you moved motioning to the spot on your bed right next you. He must have shown his hesitance on his face because before he could object your voice cut him off.

"I just spent an entire day painfully and excruciatingly pushing this child out of my womb. I do not give a fuck about what is proper or improper."

"Yes, my lady." He couldn't stop the smile that stretched upon his face. He'd never heard you say such things but he suspected you were right.

The blankets rustled as Tyrion sat next to you and made himself comfortable. "Of all the reasons I've found myself in a beautiful woman's bed, I cannot say this has been one of them."

You smiled softly as you sat the sleeping babe in his arms.

"They're always so peaceful right after birth," you say softly. "Its the next day that's the hardest. Tonight he will sleep and I will rest and tomorrow he must come to terms that this world is colder than the one he was used to."

Tyrion looked down at the babe, his brother, and smiled softly. He had already tufts of Lannister hair on his head and he looked so peaceful. His fingers traced the babes face gently. "My father is rather good at making adorable babies I must say."

"I would like to think that it is me making the adorable babes and not Tywin."

"You? I was more so talking about me than the babe."

You laughed out loud, it was exhausted but it still made Tyrions heart skip a beat.

"Speaking of him, you must give this babe a name. You can't just refer to him as the babe or him for ever."

You sighed, your head falling to rest on his shoulder. "I do not think I have it in me to name him today."

Silence filled the room for a few minutes as the three of you sat there. Tyrion fully enjoying the weight of your head on his shoulder and sleeping babe in his lap. It wasn't until he noticed your breathing change that he realized you had fallen asleep. To know you felt safe enough, felt relaxed enough to sleep on him made his heart race.

"I will not let the harshness of this world take you from me." Tyrions voice was quiet and soft, he didn't know if he was speaking to you or your child or to both but he meant everyword.

[rexheroum]

Alastair suddenly felt a wave of boredom and apathy come over him. “No, let us just leave. It was fun enough just to see them soil themselves with fear,” he decided, closing his eyes and sighing softly, but there was an underlying annoyance there.

”I also don’t wish to risk turning any of them accidentally, as they don’t deserve it,” the Prince commented, shaking his head. “You can do what you want, but I’ve decided to leave them here after wiping their memories of our faces.”

(Show off the monster within: open rp)

"You want to rip them apart?" Queenie asked their new plaything as they stood before a group of scared regular humans.

[prehistoric-android]

A ladybug for you a ladybug a ladybug for you a ladybug a ladybird … a ladybug just for you.

[c0nn0rb0t]

[Caught this lil dude on my desk at nearly 4am lol it woke me up out of a dead sleep. It's been safety release outside.]

[house-of-cyn]

[SYS//: inclusive_oc_idea]

// Okay y'all, hear me out real quick: Hunger Games Simulator, except I actually edit the events in the simulation to make it more Murder Drones themed. Anyone interested? :D

[godccmplex]

Elijah wrapped one arm around her waist holding her close to him, his hand snaking up the back of her shirt against the soft, thin skin along her spine. It wasn't so much that he was teasing, but more that he was preparing himself. He had, after all, never turned anyone before. He knew how it worked, seen it in action before. But, actually doing it felt like a completely different anxiety.

Was that the way his own creator felt? Did she run because she was afraid to actually commit? Maybe - he had been her first as well. It was a thought that would plague his mind until he got that answer.

His eyes refocused on Kat's as she asked if it would hurt. He could only hum, returning the kisses along her jawline to her ear, "Yes," he said softly, "But, I've got you. I promise."

He moved along to her neck, searching for the optimal spot, hesitating a moment longer. He closed his eyes, but in the moment he only could return to that night in the barn. It had been silent except for --

I am sorry.

Elijah had started to open his mouth, but snapped it shut again, leaning his forehead against her skin instead.

That look. Oh there was little else that thrilled her like that predatory look that simmered in those wild eyes when he crawled up her form. Every time he graced her with this sight her heart would thunder and her mind would fog. He was preternaturally beautiful; savagely magnetic. But more than the look of him - More than the pet name that he knew stroked her mind was the word “Us” It was an art the way he pressed every button of hers. He was masterful in the way he seduced her senses but it was the promise in that one word that silenced every other concern that flirted with her anxieties. Even so there was a question that lingered. “Will it hurt?” The inquiry was a whisper on the lips that kissed a slow line up his jaw, her body arching into him with anticipation for more of his touch.

@godccmplex || ( X )

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

((Here I am, once again

Making a starter call

Even though I have so

Many fucking drafts-

Anyways, uh. Starter call for particular characters from particular current hyper fixations

Gravity Falls:

Ford

Stan

Wendy

Azolotl

Vivziepop characters:

Charlie

Goat Bois

Vox

Emily

Blitzo

Husk

Epilogue of Endings:

Blu

Lucy

Mole

FNaF:

Puppet

Cassie

DCA

Monty

NewGrounds Characters:

Pico

Darnell

Nene

Girlfriend

Deimos

Dragon Ball:

Raditz

Yamcha

Goku

Nappa

Princess Snake

TADC:

Ragatha

Kinger

Villainous:

Flug

Demencia

Ghoul

5.0.5.

Cult of the Lamb:

Lamb

If you're interested in any of these, like or reblog, and I'll shoot you a message-))

[dy6nsty]

I love art

[agonizedembrace]

EVE IS GETTING BUFFED NEXT PATCH!! IM NOT LONGER IN MOURNING

[reanimatedguts]

idek what to say other than trent crimm brainrot real

[viciousbite]

//It's night time and brain defaulted into feral au Darkfang thoughts;

Imagine giving him those pet speaking buttons and he's doing the: "Energon, pls, bitch." (Or whatever cybertronian curse word/insult)

[deadn30n]

I JUST cleaned my desk and she’s already come to ruin it with her fat furry ass smh

[heythereneighbor]

Happy Homewarming, everyone @:)

Here is a picture of me in my winter outfit. It is warm.

The snow is still here. The days are still cold. But it is the time to think of those that mean the most to you and make your heart feel warm.

For me, it is Home. I would not be able to live in this Neighborhood if it wasn't for Home. She has been with me all the way. I am really lucky to have it as a friend.

Home and I still do not know what to do for Homewarming, but I am not as sad about it anymore. I did some cleaning. It liked that. We talked about all sorts of things that have happened lately. Sally has had everyone helping her with a story that was so big that it needed to take place all around the Neighborhood.

I gave Home a hat. Home had wanted a hat because it liked seeing others wearing them. I think they like it. @:)

[tacitusauxilium]

(( I know I haven’t been on here in months, but wanted to share some good news with you all since it will change my schedule up a bit in general. And I can’t tell anyone at work until Saturday and need to tell you all at least!

I GOT THE LEAD POSITION!

I GOT THE PEOPLE FROM MY OLD CREW AND I GOT A $4 PAY RAISE!

I work 10-8 Thursday-Sunday instead of 7a-3p Tues-Saturday, but I get three days off of work back to back AND I still get one day off with my husband nonetheless!

I know the 7-3 shift is the best shift ever but five days is killing me. I am so thrilled and excited and I can’t even tell the crew until tomorrow night. But, I got what I wanted and I am fucking thrilled!))