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[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.

[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

[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

[reanimatedguts]

idek what to say other than trent crimm brainrot real

[prehistoric-android]

Grabbing the scruff of Rin’s shirt and lifting him up with ease.

[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!))

[agonizedembrace]

Take a margo photo dump as i lay down

[4fter-hours-archive]

━━ ✦  ( @inhumanhacker )

"Come on, ump! Are you blind!" Elizabeth yelled standing up and shaking her cap towards the field along with some of the others in the crowd at the out that was just called. Charlie sat next to her laughing. "Don't be a sore loser, Libby." He handed her the hotdog that she shoved at him when she stood up.

The one that he knew she intended to eat with the beer he had fetched during the previous inning. With a huff, she sat back in her seat and muttered to herself some profanities before taking a bite of the thing.

"Sorry," Charlie smiled at Sage who sat on the other side of him. " You were saying? What's the job? And why us?”

[bladef8]

open starter; yearning

He is a weapon, and weapons are not supposed to weep. Yet he does. His former master had been cruel, forcing him to stay in blade form as much as possible. His former master did not want companionship — all he wanted was power. His unrelenting pursuit of power ended up being his downfall, the cruel man struck down by a band of strangers. The strangers are an odd bunch, each with their quirks. The oddest of them all is his new master. His new master is unaware of the soul that lurks within the blade yet nevertheless treats him carefully, cleaning him after every fight and sharpening his edges. In terms of his weapon form he has not been taken care of this well in such a long time.

His humanoid form is left lonely and wanting. He craves conversation and a bite of their fresh stew. He craves a gentle touch, a hand to hold his or a hug to envelope him. He is afraid to reveal himself to his new master. What are the chances of them being what he needs? He is afraid and lonely so he cries, unaware of the fact his cries are waking his new master.

[heythereneighbor]

In light of a lore update this week and me being on vacation from tomorrow, I decided I would skip ahead and reveal the costumes for the boys.

Will anyone save Princess Barnaby from the vicious Wally-Dragon??

[the-thieves-gambit]

Things had been going good for some time now. She owed so much to Blue for taking her in when everything seemed to be caving in. When she felt like her only way out was to surrender herself over to those who would just torture her to understand her. These days that notion seemed to stupid. It wasn't easy at first, the constant battles of trying to not burn down everything around her seemed impossible. But now, now she couldn't even remember why she couldn't control it in the first place.

Being able to control it let her be able to find a job and contribute some way to the home that Blue had invited her in to. Let her make her own when she had no where else to turn to. So when things were slow at the book store, she requested to take off early, stopping by the store to grab groceries to make something. She wasn't a cook, but she was going to try her best as a small token of gratitude.

Smiling as she entered the kitchen, she called out. "Hey, I'm home early I was thinking abou-" Her words disappeared as she froze in the doorway at the sight that was before her. Hands dropped the bags they were holding with an audible loud crash as things spilled out. Her hands were hearing up from the sudden surprise and if she didn't control this she'd burn this room down. Tears welled in her eyes as she forced herself to breath.

She wanted to hold him but didn't know if it would hurt him. She wanted to ask him what had happened. When had this happened? He didn't look like this when she left for work that morning. She wanted to do and say so many things but all that came from her mouth as she lowered them down slowly and placed them on her abdomen under her shirt to control the small flames that came from the surprise, was a meek, small barely audible, "Blue?" Unable to reconcile the vision before her with the man she knew.

xx @never-surrender

[house-of-cyn]

// Nothing like building my Deathmarks for my Solver Army and just asking "Okay where did I put their spines" while sitting in bed-

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

((God there's so many NewGrounds related bitches I need to write again, I need to cause problems with Tabi and Cassandra, I need Skylar to fucking socialize in general- gigigifufufufucud))

[battlered]

i'm not big on halloween but i could see red running around in a scrafty costume for funsies