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geraldmariaivo · 11 months

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Not sure if this is a thing already, but…what if Danny gets unofficially adopted by Batman, and he’s ok with that?

It’d probably be post reveal-gone-wrong or something, but i could also see it just being Jack and Maddie taking the family on trip to Gotham for the summer. Tbh my favorite version of this is within the first full year of him being Phantom, so he’s still getting new powers and stuff every now and then, and hasn’t really gotten all this vigilante stuff down to a science yet. Either way, Danny is trying to stay under the bats’ radar, (and also avoid his friends’ jokes about being adopted by Bruce Wayne becoming reality) but, well..

Danny “what even is my luck” Fenton can’t seem to keep out of the weird shit that happens in Gotham, and doesn’t realize that slipping out of the rogue’s traps isn’t something normal enough to be unnoticed by the bats. Maybe it’s the aftermath of a Scarecrow fight, and Danny stayed intangible for as long as he could, probably occasionally dropping it every now and then because he’s not really thinking, and it takes effort to be intangible like that. Either way, Batman eventually comes upon him while distributing the antivenom or whatever for the fear gas, and comes across this meta child who’s kinda aware, but seems to keep density shifting and makes it impossible to give the cure to, in the way that someone who’s afraid of needles might squirm when they’re getting a shot.

So he just sort of sits there and holds out his arm, and eventually the kid catches on. He grabs on and grips as hard as he can. Batman, slowly, broadcasting his movements, takes his other hand, and puts it to his own chest. He breathes in, holds, and breathes out. In, hold, out. It only takes the kid a minute or two of the kid copying his breathing to calm down enough to thank him, likely due to a boosted metabolism or some other mechanism for his body to deal with toxins. It took another second for the kid to visibly realize that Batman saw him go intangible, and quickly rush out “please don’t tell anyone Mr. Batman”s and “I know there’s a no-meta rule in Gotham, but I’m not staying here full-time.”

Batman just silently nods.

Much to both of their dismay, this keeps happening. Poison Ivy attacks? Danny is there, getting people unstuck from vines or sap or whatever she used to trap them because he can’t not help when he’s right there. Mad Hatter is mind-controlling people? Overshadow him into disabling it, or just fuck with the electronics invisibly.

Riddler is on the attack? Just wiggle in your ropes while his henchmen are setting things up, so as to make it look like you’re really skilled at escaping instead of becoming intangible. Might as well “untie” your fellow hostages, knock out a few henchmen while you’re at it.

These things keep happening, and Danny is actually feeling refreshed. He’s not doing most of the work here, the bats are. He’s just helping out on the side, is all. He’s not waking up at night to fight someone all the time, the bats already have nightshift covered to hell and back. And while constantly coming across Batman isn’t exactly ideal, the man hasn’t tried to drive him out of the city, which is probably as close to a “you can stay” as he’ll ever get, considering that the man hasn’t said so much as a word to him.

Danny’s also pretty sure that the man wouldn’t give him food every time they encounter each other if he wasn’t ok with him. And holy shit, isn’t that something? Edible food that isn’t fudge from an adult with no obligation to him.

Meanwhile, on Bruce’s side, this random meta kid just keeps on showing up at nearly every other rogue attack. Sure it’s been a slow week, but this is ridiculous. He also needs to restock on nutrient bars. They’re don’t taste the best, but between Red Robin forgetting to eat before he hits the rooftops, and the rampant child hunger in many of the poorer areas (he needs to look into his funds for school breakfast and lunch programs again, see if there’s some more wiggle room he can work with), he keeps several on him, just in case.

And if the speed the meta kid seemed to process Crane’s fear gas was any indication, he probably wasn’t eating enough for his boosted metabolism. So he kept a few more on him.

One time, he came in a bit too late, and caught the tail end of the kid bashing Condiment King in the face, -no powers, just a metal folding chair- while griping about how the man had ruined his lunch, and how now he had to eat at home and he was tired and didn’t want to fight his lunch today, because he’s had to do it for the last two days. And then (sloppily) kicking him in the ribs. Of course he had to come in to end the fight, but more than he was concerned about Condiment King, he was worried about the kid. Fighting took energy that the kid was having a hard time replacing as it was, and what’s worse is that the kid’s parents seem to make him hunt his own food. And there aren’t many animals in Gotham other than stray cats, raccoons, and rats. Danny, naturally, is surprised when, instead of being scolded for fighting a rogue on his turf, Batman gives him a handful of those not-granola bars, and two hundred dollars cash. He also wasn’t expecting Batman’s first words to him to be “Go to the corner of Pacific Circle and Evergreen boulevard, they have more nutrient bars for metas there,” but he’ll take what he can get.

And the pat on the head was nice. It was soft, and he saw it coming, and it didn’t knock the wind out of his lungs like his dad’s hugs and back-slaps did. It was nice, and no, Jazz, he was not forming a parasocial relationship with Batman of all people. He was just someone who gave him food and cash, that’s it. It still felt really nice for someone to care about what he needed to eat, though.

He does go to the specified store and get a bunch of different nutrient bars, and makes sure to store them where they won’t come to life. It helps more than he thought it would.

As is her duty, Babs teases the hell out of Bruce for being soft on this one random black-haired, blue-eyed meta kid. You gave him a head pat. A head pat, Bruce. Try not to break out the bat-adoption papers.

#DPxDC #I’m not very good at writing down my ideas #but like #y’all see where I’m going right?#anyway #i just really like the idea of Danny being unofficially adopted by Bruce #and also incredibly oblivious to both this and the fact that he’s mentally adopted Batman as his second dad #meanwhile everyone’s like Bruce #No #he already has parents #and a sister

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barsformars · 2 months

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Disrespect

g - angst

p - wooyoung x f!reader

w.c - 1.1k

t.w - mentions of insecurities regarding looks and body

c - wooyoung is mad at you for starting rumours and you’re pissed at his insensitivity

a.n - have not written an angst piece in a very long time, idk if anyone is interested to read this tbh but it comforted me a little to write this because something similar happened to me quite a while back so 🥴 also disclaimer, this is completely fictional im not saying wooyoung is an asshole irl

“i don’t ever want to see you again” doesn’t really work when you’re working together and have to see each other literally the next day. not only is it painfully obvious and awkward to your coworkers. it’s also incredibly exhausting switching from being mad at him to seriously missing the good times with him every half an hour or so.

it took one more glare sent towards wooyoung’s direction for san to finally decide to come talk to you. “you wanna talk to me about it?” he asked softly as he sat himself beside you.

you furrowed your eyebrows at san, wondering if he was serious about it, especially considering the cause of the whole fight. “what, and have you report everything back to your best friend? no thanks.”

“my lips are sealed,” san tried to reassure, slightly taken aback by your attitude. he has never once betrayed anyone’s trust, unless they were doing something illegal but that’s a story for another day.

that phrase meant nothing to you but empty promises to you now. your only fault was telling your fellow backup dancers that you felt uncomfortable with how close wooyoung was being with a certain girl group member, and now he was blaming you for calling him a womaniser and a cheater because rumours had spread. and instead of apologising for causing your trust in him to waver, wooyoung was more concerned about his reputation.

“i’ll respect your wishes if you don’t want to talk about it, but i strongly encourage for the both of you to talk it out,” san advised, “the atmosphere is kind of heavy because of the two of you.”

san got up and walked away, revealing wooyoung who was staring at you from the mirror as the stylist fixed his hair.

“have you been crying?” was the first thing that came out from his mouth after the both of you excused yourselves to a more private space. you swear you could have punched him right there and then.

surely it was obvious that you had been bawling all night with how swollen your eyes were, and the sunken eye bags that formed overnight – an observation wooyoung had made when you had cried to sleep in his arms a long time ago.

“which answer will hurt you more?” you spat, provoking your boyfriend.

“drop your glare, you’re being rude.”

“rude? you know what’s rude? not respecting my boundaries, then proceeding to invalidate my feelings,” you replied as you balled your hands into tight fists.

the following were wooyoung’s claims: he did not pat her head or rest his hand on her lower back and that you were delusional and lying because you’re insecure that you’re not as attractive, face or body wise, as compared to girl idols.

“and you did not respect my career, your words have spread and if the media catches wind of this i could be ruined!” wooyoung rebutted, his voice louder than before.

“again, like i said, all i wanted was to tell somebody that i was uncomfortable with it! i never meant to say that you were a cheater, nor did i want to spread it to the whole world.”

“what you intended to do doesn’t matter, that’s how the media industry is! and you could have told me directly how you felt-“

“so you can tell me i was overthinking and extra sensitive?” you were now face to face with the man, extremely agitated.

wooyoung backed away from you with a few steps and audibly sighed. he turned his head to the side in an attempt to calm down, biting down on his lower lip.

“look, i don’t know how else to explain myself other than saying that i did not do whatever you said i did. regardless, i’m sorry you felt that way and i apologise.” wooyoung decided to be the one to back down first, his arms opening up as an invitation for the both of you to hug it out.

you don’t accept it, also taking steps away from him while shaking your head in dismay. you were not going to let him get away so easily with this, not after he utterly shattered your heart. what wooyoung did, misunderstanding or not, was not what hurt you the most, but how he reacted when he heard about it.

wooyoung had always reassured you that you were the most beautiful in his eyes, that no one else could compare to you. you were not stupid enough to think it was an objective statement, you have seen enough idols to know that even the ones that aren’t photogenic are on another level. but he has now turned this insecurity of yours into a weapon to make you think you’re an insane jealous girlfriend.

“what do you want me to do to show that i still love you?” wooyoung questioned. again, his choice of words irked you.

you felt tears welling up in your eyes, the disappointment you were feeling made your heart ache so much. you love your boyfriend, but not this version of him. and you don’t know the answer to his question because the damage feels irreversible.

“please just come here,” wooyoung carefully takes a step closer to you, his arms opening once again for you, his voice still firm but slightly more gentle now. he wished you would understand the reason he, in your words, ‘overreacted’ is because ateez is at the height of their career and he can’t risk having anything knock it down right now. he knows, he knows it seems never ending for you, being patient until he reaches his next goal. there’s always a next goal, and it’s always harder to reach than the last, and each time there’s more at stakes. he knows he’s being selfish, one can’t have it all but here he is, greedy for both success and love.

“i’m sorry,” he apologised again, his two hands cupping your face as the tears begun to roll down your cheeks, “i shouldn’t have been so harsh on you.”

“i think we should break up.” you felt like choking on your own words. yet for some reason, your body still gravitated towards him, and the next moment your lips are already on his.

wooyoung did not have time to react to what you had just said, but he doesn’t care. all he wants to do right now is melt into your kiss so he reaches for the back of your head.

the both of you are grown enough to know this was not the healthiest way to resolve conflicts, but everything just felt right. “we are so not breaking up,” he breathed heavily as he pulled away for a second.

“you are mine.”

#ateez #ateez reactions #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic #ateez angst #ateez blurbs #ateez drabbles #ateez fic #wooyoung #wooyoung angst

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cxhleel108 · 2 months

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LITG S8 Thots for this week: Here we go again…

(Sorry friends a bitch was getting crunk the last two days so I did not have time to do this until today❤️)

• Ok before we even start why is he sitting like thiskdmsmsnsnd someone help me.

• So the customization…I told y’all I wasn’t trying to gag too hard when they first revealed MC and this is exactly why cuz once again why we only get braids for textured hair??? They’re not even free like y’all already pissing me off.

• So clearly this season is about zodiac because why else would we only be getting star sign tattoos?

• Meet Jaylin y’all😝😝😝 You’ll be getting all her info soon.

• Everyone hating this swim suit but it actually being my favorite. The others were just ok to me Idk sue me.

• Mind you it’s only been like 2 minutes and we already causing issues.

• I think we’re already getting married tomorrow guys Idk.

• And he has a lion tattoo so that means he’s most likely a Leo and my girl is a Gemini oh look how I ate this pairing up!

• Oh Theo stans I’m so sorry…

• I’m so glad I’ve never ended up getting the guy stuck in the “Day One” couple like I really would just end it all.

• The job options being the exact same…ok! I wanted her to be an athlete anyway😁

• Him assuming that he had a high chance of being picked when Oakley and Jin are present…I just busted out laughing.

• Yeah all this talk about compatibility and these dudes talking about being “magnetized” and “drawn” to us is def giving let’s compare our charts to see if we should fuck each other or not.

• Such a real bitch oh Claudia I love you already💯💯💯

• Sophie telling me to cool it around Jack like I want him…I just busted out laughing again.

• Our date with Theo just feeling like two people building a friendship and not a relationship was nice I would love for it to stay that way tbh (Him like 5 minutes later saying he was trying not to flirt with us can they not do this again like please).

• Jack’s date was a snooze fest who’s shocked? Also him having two moms just makes sense Idk why.

• I am gonna have so much fun replaying this season to do Jin’s route omg this man is too good.

• Yeah I already don’t like Emel. Girl who is bringing yo ass a bouquet at 8 in the morning??? Don’t piss me off.

• Uhhh cuz I’m badder than you, duh!

• Outfit time🥳🥳🥳

• These are cute!

• This is not!

• Right…anyways so!

• Yikes!

• Hehehehe no y’all don’t understand like she is already my bestie fr. Love when one of the girls is here for the fuckshit.

• The drama that be happening sometimes be so stupid like girl. Claudia sitting here telling me everyone was mad at each other on DAY FUCKING ONE because nobody wanted to be with who they were with…do y’all just come on here and then forget how the show works.

• Oh girl just stop like fuuuuck😭😭😭

• Outfit time again✨

• The panties did not need the sheer added.

• This literally being a swimsuit.

• Claudia’s outfit is so cute ugh werk!

• WHY IS THIS MAN BOOTY SO DAMN FAT LIKE OMGGGG😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

• He wanna compete with me so bad!

• I’m cryinggggg why we really living the storybook romance that Emel keep begging for.

• Me & Oakley: “Cheats are the lowest of the low”

• Also Me & Oakley: *Eating each other’s faces off outside*

• Yes please get Emel out of here before she takes Willow’s place and actually starts annoying the fuck outta me.

#not bad for the intro #it’s only down from here #litg #love island the game #litg tempting fate #litg season 8 #litg s8

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gayboyasher · 6 months

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Rottmnt x child sibling reader platonic (reader’s about 7-8) who’s OBSESSED with magical girl anime’s

just some fluff moments

sorry if you this is the first kind of request you got, but if you saw my name am a huge magical girl fan😅

OH my god. Literally I understand I understand.

Leo:

Honestly you’re telling me Leo wouldn’t watch sailor moon with you!?!?!

He’s so into everything. Merch, matching costumes, trying foods from the anime, the whole shabang!!

He’d so find shows for you guys to watch (stuff that he’s totally watched before) and he’d have to tape his mouth shut because he talks during shows and he doesn’t know how you feel about that.

He’d totally spoil the show tbh…

“Oh is That Ursula? Oh my god I loved the reveal that she was shiny chariot.”

You stopped talking to him for HOURS.

It takes so much for you to forgive him. He’s willing to do ANYTHING for his little sibling. He’s promising food, snacks, re runs, walking you to and from school in broad daylight knowing the risks, anything. He loves you too much, he can’t have you mad at him! It’d break his heart.

Eventually he’d be forgiven, you guys would be chilling in a blanket and pillow fort (that you forced him to make) along with all of your favorite snacks (that you forced him to buy), and matching outfits (that you forced him to wear), you guys are enjoying everything!

Raph:

Arguably the best person to watch with.

I’m not gonna lie, he’d prefer you watching Mickey Mouse or something because he thinks they’re a little too violent. (NOTHINGS TOO VIOLENT RAAAHHHHH!!!!!)

Anyway, he’d make small comments and probably like the more sweeter characters. He also thinks sailor moon is a bad influence believe it or not.

He wants to watch a lot of the shows with you, but he can’t because you’ve already watched them all with Leo. He just wants one show for you two to watch to himself, for it to be your guys thing.

Not gonna lie to you, you guys almost did, for a week until LEO ruined it.

It made him so upset, it wasn’t the same having to re-watch a show with you knowing you’ve seen it with Leo before him. But like the best oldest brother he is, he SCOUTED. He found one that Leo didn’t watch and one that wasn’t too violent for him!

SMILE PRECURE! (Not the Netflix adapt, THEE Smile PreCure!)

“Hey, Are you sure you didn’t watch this with Leo? Yea? Okay! Good!”

Oh my god he was estatic, he had no issues (he had to fight Leo over this) and you loved the show! Win win! (His Favorite character is definitely Candy.)

Mikey:

Oh my GODDDD he loves watching any show with you!!

It doesn’t matter if it’s sailor moon to princess tutu, he is watching ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING EITH YOU!!

Mikey don’t care. He literally will watch any show with you, even if it’s something you’ve watched before with Leo or Raph, or something you’ve never EVER watched before.

He’d genuinely make you free fan art and some nice cute foods from the anime. He just genuinely LOVES getting to spend time with you and blending your interests and his together.

“I made that one dish we saw in little witch!”

Tbh, I don’t see him really liking this type of anime. I just feel like he watches it for you. He wants to see YOU smile. You are his little sibling, the one that’s younger than him, and he’s the youngest!

He really likes to watch some of them for art inspiration. He really likes sailor moon Crystal for some reason. But he also doesn’t because he believes that it’s like a remake/reboot.

He’s just a little picky, but he’s doing his best!!

Donnie:

Im gonna be honest with you. He will NOT watch it with you.

He doesn’t like those shows, he doesn’t like the magic at all, he is VERY political about this, he will stand by it.

Though, he will make you cute little trinkets and just support you watching the stuff. After all magic is not real in his eyes.

“I know you love that show, but magic isn’t real. Magic is within the science.”

He immediately regretted saying that after you took his stuff and tried to get “magic” out of them. So many things broke that day…

Donnie tried so hard to not lose it on you because your his baby sibling, but he’s also beaten up the other 3, but you’re like actually a baby…

He’s conflicted. He eventually does get over it, fixes everything, and he watches ONE episode of any anime you want. He’s barely paying attention and gives you a critical response and analysis of the show (you do NOT understand what bro is yapping about)!!!

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt #leonardo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #donnatello hamato #michaelangelo #raphael #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #child reader #platonic

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raspberryfingers · 1 year

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A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 12)

WARNING: it’s SFW in my opinion (tbh I’m not sure where to draw the line), but things get a bit heated so just a heads up :)

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“I want to see Lord Tywin,” I demanded, standing outside the doors to his chambers. His two guards were reluctant because it was quite late, and Tywin might be sleeping.

“My lady, I don’t want to disturb the Lord Hand,” one of them spoke nervously.

“Nonsense. If he’s bothered, I’ll say I insisted. The blame will be completely on me. And, if you’re honest with yourself, he’d be more mad if you denied me,” I argued, watching them swallow. They opened the door for me, and I smiled.

“Thank you, gentlemen.”

I was let in, and I promptly made my way to Tywin’s actual bedroom. Carefully opening the door, I found him asleep in his bed which was gracefully positioned in the middle of the room. He looked so… peaceful.

I closed the door behind me, and the noise seemed to wake him. I felt bad, but I did need to speak with him urgently. I watched his eyes flutter open a few times before he realized I was there, making him sit up.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong, my dear? It’s quite late,” he said, rubbing his eyes and yawning slightly. He lifted his blankets from his legs, turning and sitting on the edge of the mattress to face me. He was wearing a long, black nightgown, which revealed his legs and quite a bit of his chest.

I’d never seen him so undressed before, and so my face naturally became hot. Though, in all fairness, I was also wearing my own nightgown, which was truthfully quite revealing. Tywin had also been eyeing me, it seemed, because his lips were parted and I could see his face go red even in the candlelight.

“It’s about Tyrion. I couldn’t sleep, I kept replaying the scene in my head. At the wedding, I mean. Joffrey looked so… well, I’ve never seen the strangler in action before. It was more horrendous than the books I’ve read described it,” I said, making my way over to him and taking his hands in mine. I was standing between his legs, and he sat up straighter as I got close.

“Would you like to sleep here?” He offered gently, giving my hands a small squeeze.

“Would it bother you?”

“No, of course not. But what is it about Tyrion?” He asked, tucking some hair behind my ear.

“Something felt… wrong to me. Tyrion isn’t stupid, Tywin, and you know that. Why- why would he have poisoned Joffrey in front of so many people especially when he looked like the obvious culprit? He wouldn’t, is my point,” I began, watching Tywin’s eyes periodically cast down at my breasts. Good.

“If Tyrion didn’t do it, then who did?” He asked somewhat rhetorically, as if there was no other plausible scenario.

“Well that’s what I began to think about. If Joffrey was poisoned with the strangler of all things, then clearly the person would know quite a bit about poisons. Now, I know quite a bit about poisons, but quite obviously I am not responsible. So who else?” I said, watching him think about it.

“Who else, Tywin? Who has any reason to want Joffrey gone and knows a lot about poison? Who had the perfect opportunity to do it at the wedding?”

I watched it click in his head.

“Prince Oberyn.”

I nodded slowly, and brought a hand to his face.

“Prince Oberyn. He has a famous hatred for the Lannisters, and was aware of the consequences Joffrey’s death would bring your family. When else would he have the opportunity to do it?” I said, sparking the idea for him. I suddenly felt like Cersei, trying to put the idea of an enemy into someone else’s head.

“Even if Prince Oberyn did poison Joffrey, we still don’t have explicit proof,” Tywin said, scratching his beard as he contemplated.

“I thought of that too. I remember clearly, and you can even ask my sister. Prince Oberyn went up to their table to present a gift, and while he was there he ‘smelled’ Joffrey’s wine. Perhaps while he was doing that he slipped the crystal in. I remember specifically too, it was his dessert glass. Tyrion did nothing but bring that cup over to him,” I said, recalling the scene I’d watched two days ago.

“Crystal?” He inquired.

“The strangler usually looks like a small crystal, it’s practically something one could wear on a necklace. In fact, many use it for that reason specifically,” I explained, watching him think. I knew he’d been there when the feast was being cleaned up, he’d told me he was going to stay in case any further proof was found. I also knew that Oberyn had purposefully left another crystal of the strangler on his seat at the feast, and it was likely someone had noticed and thought it to be a piece of missing jewelry.

“What is it?” I asked softly, watching his face contort with his thoughts.

“Nothing, let me think about it.”

I nodded, and he sighed.

“Prince Oberyn did not know Tyrion would be framed for it, though. Why would he take such a big risk with no other assurances?” Tywin countered my previous statement, letting one of his hands come to my waist and pull me a bit closer. It was an odd conversation to have while in such an intimate position. I was also surprised he hadn’t mentioned the crystal.

“Well that’s just it, Tywin. Everyone knows I’m an expert with poisons, perhaps he thought Cersei would blame me. Especially as everyone also knows she is not particularly fond of me,” I reasoned.

“I never would’ve let Cersei imprison you, and if she had I’d sneak you out of the city,” he mumbled, leaning forward a bit to place a soft kiss on my neck. It made me shiver, and I reached for his shoulders.

“Even if I’d killed Joffrey?”

That made him retract a bit and raise an eyebrow.

“Would you have?”

“No. Margaery had him figured out, it seemed. Plus, if I was going to, I wouldn't have been so stupid as to poison him, and certainly not in front of everyone,” I said, laughing softly. Tywin smiled, and glanced at my lips. This was going perfectly.

“Well, even if you had, it’s not as if anyone is going to miss him very much, besides his mother anyways. Tommen is much more suitable for this kind of thing, though he will need guidance,” Tywin reasoned, not bothering to shy away from the truth.

“Have you spoken with him yet?”

“I spoke with him at the sept. He’s a quick learner, and eager too, it seems. We went over what makes a king good, and additionally that he’s going to need to marry to further the family line and such,” he said with a sigh.

“Oh? And how did that conversation go?” I asked with a sly grin.

“Well, I took it upon myself to inform him of how the whole thing works. I was surprised nobody had ever explained it to him, but nonetheless he seemed receptive,” he guessed with a shrug.

“And how does it work, my lord?”

I watched Tywin’s eyes spark, and I smiled to myself.

“I told him it starts like this,” he whispered, reaching for my face and kissing me. There was a hunger in his motions, and I couldn’t resist the urge to give into him. I kissed back, letting my hand drag down a bit to his chest. I felt the soft hairs there, and Tywin pulled me in a bit closer.

“Then what?” I gasped when he pulled away. He knew the game we were playing now and smiled.

“Rather bold for someone new to this sort of thing, aren’t you?” He teased, putting a hand under my chin.

“No, my lord, of course not. I am just naturally curious and wish to be educated and informed,” I played, watching him chuckle and then move to kiss my neck.

Tingles went up my spine, and I moved into him completely and gripped onto him. The sensation was overwhelming, especially as his stubble brushed against the rest of my skin.

He began to suck at the skin, and I gasped.

“Tywin… you’re going to leave a mark,” I mumbled.

He pulled back and raised an eyebrow.

“And that means I should stop?”

I bit my lip, and slowly shook my head. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me onto the bed, moving and laying back so I was straddling him. The position was so suggestive I thought I might explode, and he clearly seemed satisfied by the look on my face.

“Is this alright?” He asked softly, wanting to make sure I felt comfortable. When I nodded, he began to relax a bit.

Slowly, his hands came up my thighs, and he started to lift my gown further and further.

“Tywin…” I whispered nervously, not sure what he was intending to do.

“I’m not going to do anything, (Y/N). I just want to feel your skin,” he assured me, letting his hands come under the fabric and settle on my thighs. It was new to me, for in all my years I’d never allowed myself to get close enough to anyone.

Slowly, I leaned down and kissed him, placing my hands on his chest as I did. He sighed sweetly and brought one hand to cup my cheek. It was strange, because though we had not been ‘courting’ for long, it all felt so natural with Tywin. I did not feel anxious or rushed as I kissed him, in fact I felt perfectly fine.

If anything, I desired more.

It seemed Tywin did too, for he again moved to kiss my neck. It was a gripping feeling in a way I struggled to describe, but it was wonderful. Not to mention, I could feel him hardening beneath me.

“Tywin…” I gasped softly, feeling him lick up my neck. In all honesty, I was having a hard time processing that this was happening. When I kissed him again, he pushed his tongue into my mouth and I couldn’t resist a moan. Gods, this was better than I’d ever imagined, and we weren’t even having sex.

“I hope you didn’t explain it this way to Tommen,” I teased when I pulled away, to which he chuckled softly.

“No, I certainly did not.”

I smiled and let myself slide off of him, laying beside him and snuggling into his side. We both seemed content to just hold each other for now.

“Is there enough evidence to warrant arresting Oberyn?” I asked after a moment, looking over at Tywin curiously.

“Given that he did touch Joffrey’s cup, yes, there is. I’ll have him arrested first thing tomorrow, he’ll receive a trial just like Tyrion,” Tywin noted, turning his head to meet my gaze.

“And… based on your description of the poison, I believe we found an extra crystal of it. One of the guards found something like your description on his chair. I assumed Ellaria Sand had lost a part of her jewelry, and I’ve been meaning to have it returned, but it slipped my mind. The crystals over there on top of the dresser,” he said, finally mentioning it. I was surprised he’d cared enough to keep it, but this worked out wonderfully.

“Why didn’t you just order the guard to take it back to her?” I asked, sitting up and getting out of the bed to go look at it.

“I was going to talk to Oberyn anyway. Tyrion met with him at Littlefinger’s brothel last week, I wanted to know what about. I figured I’d just give it to him then,” Tywin admitted, sitting up as well and watching me pick the crystal up. Sure enough, it was what Oberyn had planted.

“Well, it’s a good thing you decided to keep it. This is the strangler, it’s notable by the rough texture of it. Normal jewels don’t feel like this,” I said, bringing it over to him and letting him touch. He nodded and looked at me seriously.

“We’ll keep it as evidence,” he said quietly, motioning for me to put it back. I did so, and then joined him in bed again.

“Let us sleep, (Y/N), it’s late,” he whispered, watching me adjust the blankets. I felt his hand come to my waist and pull me down gently. I smiled and let myself lay back, snuggling closer to him as I laid my head on his chest.

I could hear the gentle pounding of his heart, and feel his chest rising and falling beneath me. One of his hands came to my back, and I felt a sweet kiss upon my forehead.

Though my eyes were closed, I smiled. Coming here to speak with him had been a plot, but this certainly was not one. And I was grateful, too, for amidst the politics and betrayal, it was nice to know that there was still me and there was still Tywin.

In his arms, I knew not of Joffrey’s death, only peace and only sleep. And of course, one that I could never forget; in his arms there was only love.

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When Tywin woke, you were still sound asleep in his arms. It had caught him off guard, if he was honest. It had been decades since someone had slept in his arms like this.

He had missed it.

Carefully, he slid out of bed before placing a pillow in your arms. Hopefully that would serve as a comfort in his absence. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your head before making his way over to his closet. As he got dressed, he periodically looked over to observe you as you slept. He liked to watch you in such a state of peace, as he imagined sometimes the way your head worked was rather overwhelming for you.

Prince Oberyn was the first matter he had to attend to this morning, which did not give him great expectations for a good day.

Before that, however, he would make sure you were attended to. He left a note on the small table beside his bed, explaining that he was leaving to go deal with Oberyn, and that he would send for your chambermaid to bring a few dresses to his chambers so you could pick one for the day. He said to leave the others in his closet in case you should decide to join him again.

When that was done, he quietly left the room and addressed the guards outside his door.

“Both of you, hold out your hands,” he demanded, looking between them. They did so, and watched as Tywin gave both of them a small bag of gold.

“This is for your discretion about Lady (Y/N) staying the night. If anyone should find out, I’ll know it was one of you who decided to tell them. Do you want to know what happens if I discover you’ve broken my trust?” Tywin explained, watching both of them look down.

“You probably don’t want to know, but I’ll tell you anyway. If I’m in a good mood, I’ll take both of your heads and be done with it. If I’m not, you’d better pray the gods let you die quickly. Am I clear?”

“Yes, my lord,” both replied quickly, clearly intimated and also rather nervous.

“Good, now one of you go and find Lady (Y/N)’s chambermaid. Deliver this note to her and tell her to read it immediately,” Tywin commanded, holding out a small letter. The guard closest to Tywin nodded and took it, instantly setting off to go find Cerella.

From there, Tywin set off to Littlefinger’s brothel. It was always somewhat disgusting to him when the easiest place to find a person was at that brothel, but at least knowing Oberyn Martell would be there meant he would not have to do any ‘tracking down.’

When he entered the brothel, locating Oberyn was rather easy, as he’d obtained the biggest room in the establishment.

Upon entering, there were men and women all over the bed, all of which looked up when Tywin and his guards entered.

“Prince Oberyn,” he greeted, watching him smile from the middle of all the bodies.

“Lord Tywin.”

“May we have the room, please?”

Everyone but Oberyn left, and so did Tywin’s guards. He watched Oberyn sit up, and paid little attention to the women walking by him. Even with your nightgown on, you’d pleased him far more last night.

“Would you like to sit?” Oberyn offered.

“No, thank you.”

He rose from the bed, and went to fill his cup.

“Some wine?”

“No, thank you,” Tywin said again, more lightly this time. He did not want to make this harder than it had to be.

“I’m sorry about your grandson,” Oberyn said casually. He knew why Tywin was here, but for now he’d play the game.

“Are you?”

“I do not believe a child is responsible for the sins of his father. Or his grandfather, for that matter. A terrible way to die,” he continued.

“And which way is that?”

Oberyn merely smiled.

“The king was clearly poisoned.”

“Which you would know, as I’m told you studied poisons at the citadel,” Tywin said rather sharply.

“Are you interrogating me, Lord Tywin?” Oberyn asked, sitting back down on the bed and grinning.

“It is rather suspicious, Prince Oberyn, that days after you—an expert in poisons—arrive in the capital, my grandson dies of poisoning,” he pointed out, hands clasping behind his back.

“So why haven’t you thrown me in a cell yet?”

“What do you think I’m here to do?”

The doors opened again, and the guards reentered. They did not draw their swords, merely stood there.

“I thought you blamed your son, Lord Tywin. Why bother to blame another when a guilty man is already in a cell?” He asked curiously, not at all worried.

“I wouldn’t have if something wasn’t pointed out to me. Lady (Y/N) spoke to me late last night, she-“

“Late last night?” Oberyn smiled as he watched a small anger spark in Tywin’s eyes. He couldn’t help but tease a bit.

“She mentioned to me that you approached my grandson and her sister. You presented them with a gift, and then grabbed the cup Joffrey had for dessert. You apparently smelled the wine, and then placed it back on the table. That wine was what killed the king,” he explained, watching Oberyn look between all the guards. Would he try to fight his way out?

“Not to mention,” Tywin continued, reaching into his pocket and removing the small crystal, “this was found on your chair, and is confirmed to be the same type of poison that killed the king.”

Oberyn observed the crystal, glad that it had paid off. You truly couldn’t have orchestrated this any better, and if it wouldn’t have looked suspicious he might’ve laughed. It seemed all of King's Landing was truly just playing your game.

“I will not resist, Lord Tywin, but I will say I’m rather surprised you figured it out so quickly,” Oberyn grinned.

“I didn’t, Lady (Y/N) did.”

“She’s quite intelligent, isn’t she?” Oberyn inquired, adjusting the cloth over his shoulders before crossing his arms.

“Yes, she is,” Tywin affirmed warily. He could tell this was going somewhere.

“Many say you admire her, Lord Tywin. Others go so far as to say you love her. To watch the two of you dance was quite beautiful, I must admit. And, it is the only thing people are talking about besides the king's death,” Oberyn noted with a sip of his wine.

“I respect Lady (Y/N). What is your point, Prince Oberyn?”

Placing his cup down and taking a few steps forward, Oberyn inhaled. The guards also took a step forward, but Tywin motioned for them to stop.

“My point is that she is correct. I did kill your grandson, and it was quite satisfying to take part of your legacy away from you. But… perhaps it is someone else’s death that might have caused you the same suffering I experienced after Elia died,” Oberyn whispered, watching the fire spark in Tywin’s eyes.

Ah, yes, there it was. He was mad now.

“Seize him.”

Two guards reached for Oberyn’s arms, and he did not resist them.

“Lord Tywin, I ought to tell you, I will not be needing a judged trial.”

“You will receive one, Prince Oberyn. If you wish to plead guilty and beg mercy in hopes of being sent to the wall, you must do it at your trial,” Tywin explained, keeping his clenched fist behind his back. He was still furious about what Oberyn had insinuated.

“I said a judged trial, Lord Tywin. I am requesting a trial by combat.”

“Which you must do before the masses at an actual trial,” Tywin continued, motioning for the guards to take him. They did, all leaving until Tywin was the only one left in the room. He looked over his shoulder slightly and took a deep breath to try and soothe his anger.

He would never let you be harmed, no matter what it took. You were the most precious thing to him now, though he hated to admit it. He was putting a woman before his family, gods what had you done to him? But still, he would watch all seven kingdoms burn if it meant keeping you safe. If Dorne came first, so be it.

—————

I had already returned to my room by the time Tywin had returned to the Red Keep. In fact, I was talking to Cerella—who had just revealed quite the thing—before Tywin knocked on the door.

“The Lord Hand is requesting me to be his new chambermaid. I got this letter this morning,” she said, handing me a small sheet of paper.

I examined it, and it was certainly Tywin’s handwriting.

“Do you have any idea why?” She asked nervously. I knew exactly why, of course. Tywin wanted to make the amount of people who knew we were romantically engaged smaller. Plus, I had mentioned to him before that I rather trusted Cerella.

“Cerella, the reason is that you’re going to need to keep a secret. Can you do that? Tywin’s quite serious about it,” I explained, hoping that she’d feel alright with it. She nodded.

“Of course, my lady. What is it?”

“Lord Tywin and I… well, we’re… how shall I put this? We’re… courting… secretly, if that makes any sense,” I said softly, watching her face carefully. Her mouth fell open slightly.

“Truly?”

“Yes, truly.”

She began to smile.

“The two of you would make the most powerful match Westeros has seen in centuries, my lady! The great lion and the nightshade!” She said excitedly, laughing as I began to blush.

“But you can’t tell anyone! Tywin and I agreed to keep it a secret, outside of completely necessary and secure situations. You mustn’t tell anyone, Cerella. I believe he’s requesting you now because I slept in his bed last night and needs a chambermaid we can both trust should I be seen,” I explained, watching her eyebrows raised. I then realized what it sounded like.

“Slept in his bed?”

“No! Not like that, I quite literally just slept in his bed. I couldn’t sleep last night because I was thinking so much, so I went to go talk with him and just… well, I just ended up sleeping there,” I said, to which she laughed softly and nodded.

“I see.”

There was a knock on the door and an announcement. To my surprise, Tywin came to see me today. Usually I had to go visit him in the tower of the hand because he never had time to leave the damned place.

“Enter!” I shouted, looking at Cerella with a small grin.

Tywin came into the room and was surprised to find us there talking.

“Lady (Y/N),” he greeted formally, not wanting her to be suspicious.

“It’s alright, Tywin. I told Cerella already, as she was probably going to find me in your bed at one point or another,” I said with a soft smile.

“This is your chambermaid?” He asked, to which I nodded. He looked at her awkwardly and gave a small nod.

“Miss. Could we have the room?” He asked her. Cerella nodded and stood up quickly.

“Of course, Lord Hand.”

We both watched her leave the room, and Tywin sat where she had been.

“How did it go?” I asked, assuming he’d come to discuss Oberyn.

“He admitted to it, and did not fight the guards. Though, his admittance was more to taunt me than anything, I believe. He intends to request a trial by combat,” Tywin explained, shaking his head when I offered wine.

“Of course he does. Cersei’s going to pick the most natural choice, which is of course the mountain. He gets to fight the mountain without any legal consequences,” I said, sighing and leaning back in my chair.

“Legal consequences, yes. I don’t think he’ll be so happy when he’s dead,” Tywin grumbled, gazing out my window. I stood up and made my way around the table, standing behind him to massage his shoulders.

“What happens if he wins? Would war be waged on Dorne?” I asked curiously, although I already knew the answer was no.

“No. If Oberyn wins it proves him completely innocent, even if he’s not. Even if he were to confess in front of everyone that he was guilty—which he’d have to do in the actual trial by combat otherwise he could be held accountable—we still would not have reason to wage war against Dorne, as ‘in the eyes of the gods,’ nothing had been done wrong,” he explained, though I had already done quite a bit of research beforehand to make sure there was no risk.

“I see. To convince Oberyn to do that would be the smartest thing, wouldn’t it? If he confesses guilt during the trial by combat, it means there’s no risk for Tyrion,” I reasoned, having considered what might work best to make sure Tyrion survived the debacle.

“I can make Oberyn’s trial first, but Tyrion will still need a trial scheduled and I believe Cersei’s doing her utmost to prove him guilty. If Oberyn was to request a trial by combat it would happen the next day, but most likely after Tyrion’s,” he said with a sigh, rubbing his forehead.

An idea sparked into my head as I considered what the implications of that might mean.

“Tyrion can’t attend his trial if he’s not present. Sneak him out of the city until Oberyn’s trial is done. I’ll speak with Oberyn and convince him to confess during his trial by combat, so that way when Tyrion returns he’ll spend a week or two in a cell for fleeing his trial, but not for his charges,” I thought out, letting a hand come to Tywin’s hair and gently pet it back.

“I’d rather you not speak with Prince Oberyn,” he said, making me raise an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“He threatened you this morning. He told me he should’ve poisoned you instead of Joffrey so that I might be as upset as he was after losing Elia,” Tywin noted, looking down. I softened and moved to be beside him, lifting his face to look at me.

“Tywin you mustn’t listen to him. He only wanted to make you angry,” I assured him.

“I won’t lose you, (Y/N),” he muttered, looking away despite facing me. I felt my heart break. I was certain this fear was stemming from his loss of Joanna.

Gently, I stepped between him and the table, and sat on his leg. I cupped his face with both of my hands.

“Look at me, Tywin. You’re not going to lose me, alright? I’m right here, I always will be,” I said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He wrapped one arm around my waist and let the other rest on my lap as he kissed back, and I could see tears forming in his eyes.

“I love you, (Y/N). I need to keep you safe,” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I kissed him again and let myself relax.

“I will be safe. You trusted me to speak with Robb Stark, Tywin. Trust me again right now. If I can end wars, surely I can convince a man to not let one person die in vain. Oberyn is in a cell, he won’t hurt me,” I pleaded.

“Take some of my guards with you, please,” he allowed, though still hesitant.

“I’ll take Ser Elias.”

“Not him,” Tywin said sharply, making me raise my eyebrows in surprise. That was when it clicked. I recalled the day at the smith, when he’d made comments about Elias, not to mention getting bitter for seemingly no reason.

He was jealous.

“Are you jealous of him, Tywin?” I asked, laughing a bit in disbelief.

“No.”

“Yes you are! Ser Elias is happily married, Tywin. He’s like a brother to me,” I said with a smile, unable to find the upset look on Tywin’s face not utterly adorable.

“He’s still a man,” he grumbled in response.

“Well guess what? I don't do this to See Elias, nor would I ever,” I whispered, kissing him rather passionately. He gave a soft groan in response.

“I want you, Tywin. I’m yours. Don’t let yourself get caught up with every man who stares at me, otherwise you’ll always be upset,” I said, teasing slightly at the end.

“I hate that they don’t know you’re mine. When they see you, I want them to know I’m the only man lucky enough to have you,” he scowled, pulling me in closer to him.

“Rather possessive, aren’t we?” I teased with a smile.

“Yes, I am. You are mine.”

Tywin brought his hand to the back of my head and pushed it down, kissing me fervently. I responded accordingly, gripping onto his coat and kissing back just as intensely.

When he pushed his tongue into my mouth, I moaned just as I had the night before. It seemed he was becoming rather fond of doing it, and I couldn’t deny that I was too.

It was odd to me, that in the midst of all that was happening, I only cared about Tywin. A king dead, two men in the cells to be tried for it, and all I cared about was Tywin Lannister.

But, how could I not? After all, it was becoming more and more apparent to me that just as I was his, he was also mine. Perhaps in time we’d say those words again with his cloak on my back, just as I’d prayed we would.

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aleksa-sims · 28 days

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RL Story

CW: violence mention

Ana bought a car (lease or Instalment). It was her first car. I was happy for my baby sis. We went to Sandra. Ana wanted to see what I did with Sandra's Apartment. After a short apartment tour, Sandra and I annoyed Ana a bit? It was about Philip. S. & I didn’t understand what went on between Ana & Philip this summer?? Ana suddenly wants to help Philip get custody back for Anabelle. Sure, P. is our friend and we'll help him! But Ana wanted to lie for Philip in court, by pretending to be his permanent partner/girlfriend.

First, this is punishable! And secondly, Ana has to change her main residence officially, because the judge will check this. Why is she doig this for Philp, if she isn't with him?? It's not easy to talk to Ana about such topics like... relationships. She's not really the type to show her cards, - especially when it comes to men. She remained stubborn as always. Anyway, I need to talk to Philip about all this. I just don’t want my sister to get hurt by him.

After a while, the doorbell rang at Sandra’s door. Her neighbor, that.... psycho, Dario came by. At that point, we all didn’t know how dangerous this guy was. He was a loose cannon. Only the scar on his face actually revealed it. He said his ex tried to kill him in his sleep. That was a lie! His ex was just fighting back, he wanted to kill her. This girl will warn Sandra about him in a few months. But S. didn’t believe her at first. She was blinded by love. And tbh, I also liked him. He treated Sandra so sweet. I was happy for her! But he deceived us all.

Except Ana! She didn’t trust him from the beginning. Ana was afraid of him without being able to justify it properly, which is why Sandra and I didn't take her seriously. 🤦‍♀️ That's why Ana was really mad at us. There'll be stress between Ana & Sandra, because of that. 🙁

Dario: I didn’t mean to disturb you girls, but good that Aleksa is here. I got a little favour I'd like to ask you, A.

Me: Sure! 🤷‍♀️

Dario: I was actually hoping that you could baby-sit Liam this weekend? I wanna ask Sandra out. Just me & her.

Sandra: A date?? 🥰

Dario: Well, it’s about time, isn’t it?... I like you S. I-... really like you.

Me: Aww... No prob S.! I don't mind a weekend with little stinky.

Liam: 💩 🥵... 😬(poops)

Sandra: I’d love to go on a date with you. But.... Dominick’s funeral 🙁 ... I’m not sure yet-

Me: I’ll call Daniel to ask for the exact date.

Dario: No! It's ok, we’ll wait until after the funeral.😕 Sorry I asked without thinking.

Sandra: Thank you. He was my friend, yk? 😳😥

Ana: Agh, c'mon A.! Let's fucking go!! 😒

Me: Chill Ana!😒 ... Um, if you need me, S., just call me.

Sandra: Sure babes. We'll talk tomorrow... So long, Ana!

Ana: Peace out, weirdos.

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starl1tt · 1 month

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IM SO MAD DUDE I JUST NOW FOUND OUT ABT JACKSONS DIARY SEASON 3

ITS SO GOOD BEFORE, THERE IS ALREADY SM TO UNPACK OMG

like even at the beginning of the first ep i was invested dude?? jackson just casually testing the diary out and using exer like a rag doll is so silly to me

jolie’s ex showing up??? and making that stupid comment abt david?? dude I don’t even blame exer i woulda swung hands too tbh i feel like everyone in that group wanted to beat his ass but if anyone should do it it should be exer

DAVID CRYING MADE ME CRY HONESTLY LIKE HOW DARE HE????? I HATE HIS DAD AND I HATE JOLIES EX (I wouldn’t DARE utter his name 🤮🤮)

jackson being worried about david and exer is such a big deal to me y’all have no idea

some yall expected so little of jackson, like they expected him to be petty and shit but no

i love jackson idgaf

can u tell I’m a jackson defender

but also??? the potential kenda hello!?!

(also Ken last name reveal??!)

THE END OF EPISODE 110?? CHAT THEY CANNOY JUST LEAVE ME ON A CLIFFHANGER LIKE THAT

I wish I wasn’t broke rn so I could buy more fast passes 😢😢

#jackson’s diary #webtoon #jacksons diary #jacksons diary season 3 #jackson’s diary ep 109 #jackson jacksons diary #exer campbell #david miller #brenda miller #ken okamoto #jackson smith #rambles

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what-big-teeth · 1 year

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After playing with the demo for a bit, I have a general idea about the love interests available to romance. Please note these are just surface-level thoughts and opinions. For more info, I would suggest trying out the free demo yourself through Steam or itch.io (LINK), visiting the Kickstarter page (LINK), and the studio’s tumblr page (LINK). Or if you want more theorizing, search for Touchstarved using the Tumblr search function.

As you can see from the title screen still above, the love interests will run the gamut of being monstrous in a humanoid sense to a more eldritch sense. So there’ll be something for everyone, which is nice. Now onto the love interests themselves. You get to choose from: A magical himbo

A literal angelic doctor (damn but he’s gorgeous)

Mr. Made-a-Pact-with-a-Tentacled-Deity

A murderous, anti-social birb (they/them pronouns)

And an ancient beast that would/could sell you for one corn chip for shits and giggles (depends on how he’s feeling, tbh)

As stated on the official social media pages, each love interest is hiding something. And as you figure out the best way to deal with your curse (a touch that literally drives normal humans to incurable madness), you’ll end up uncovering the secrets behind these pretty/handsome faces. You can also decide your MC’s name, pronous, and background. You’ll pick the latter from three choices, and as a result, they’ll react to the world and the love interests differently based on the knowledge they already possess. Even more interesting: depending on how you play the demo, you’ll get options which pop up in red. These may reveal a bit more about your chosen love interest, or make a certain situation more romantic in nature. But if you play your cards wrong, your MC will die. So it’s up to you to decide if your chosen route will be a true gothic romance or something straight out of a horror movie (some of you are probably into that, which is understandable). In any case, Touchstarved looks interesting and even has a cool animated trailer you can watch here (LINK). Just be warned that if you’re a 90s kid like me, the trailer’s song may rattle you because...it isn’t expected (for me, at least). I mean, it goes with the game’s theme, but again, I was caught off guard. And that’s all I have to say! I’m not sure when the full game will be out as this is a side project and a labor of love for the creators. So if any of this sounds interesting to you, check out the demo. Peace!

#touchstarved game #red spring studios #monster lovers

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whateverisbeautiful · 1 year

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🀄️ My Top 10 Most Anticipated Moments in the Richonne spin-off:

It's been like one long celebration in my mind since it was confirmed Richonne is coming back to us. We're finally going to see Rick and Michonne's story continue and close out in what I believe will be a truly beautiful way. I'll forever be rejoicing over them and this spinoff. While I don't know what all is in store, I compiled the ten things I most can't wait for and hope to see when our lovely Richonne returns.

#1: Michonne telling Rick they have a son 🥹

For some reason imagining this moment when Rick first learns he has a son is what chokes me up the most. This exchange makes me emotional for so many reasons but especially because Michonne didn’t know if she’d ever get to look at Rick and tell him that they really did build for the future like they wanted. But now she will, and Rick will get to know the child he wanted with her is really alive and well and out there somewhere. I’m so curious how she’ll reveal the news about their adorable little prince. And I’m especially curious how Rick will react. I know it’ll be so emotional and rewarding to see and I cannot wait.

#2: The moment Rick and Michonne reunite 🥳

This epic love story is bound to have an epic first reunion between them. There are so many amazing ways their initial reunion could go. I keep thinking about who will lay eyes on the other first. How shocked will they be that they’re really back together at that moment, etc. All I know is it’ll have me ascending the second we have R&M back on screen together. And whether the moment is a quiet or busy one, the emotion will be palpable, riveting, and beautiful.

#3: Rick and Michonne reuniting with their kids and Rick officially meeting RJ 🥰

When the Grimes family is back together, the joy (and waterworks) will be never-ending. I am so stoked about this moment. I can’t wait for Mama Michonne to be back with her kids. I can’t wait for Judith to finally get to embrace her dad as Rick gets to see how incredible she grew up to be (and how much she’s like Michonne.) I’m excited that Andy and Cailey will likely get to act together finally. Plus I'm excited for Rick to hear Judith call Michonne mom since we hadn’t had a scene of that when he was still on the show.

And among this Grimes family reunion is also an extremely significant Grimes family introduction so you already know I am beyond excited and anticipating Rick finally meeting his son RJ. That moment will end me and I ain’t mad at it. I so hope they keep the original RJ actor just so it doesn’t feel as much like a random kid. But no matter what, I will be absolutely elated to see this father and son, Rick and RJ Grimes, together at last.

#4: Hearing Rick call Michonne his wife & officially hearing “Michonne Grimes” at some point in the show 😍

Tbh this is not just a want for me, it’s a need lol. I so badly hope to hear Rick refer to Michonne as his wife. Don’t get me wrong, if we don’t get it that doesn’t make the relationship less valid. They’re a love supreme regardless. I just feel like with Michonne wearing his ring, it’s clear she views him as a husband and she’s so clearly his wife so I’d love to hear him say it. And I really want it to just be officially canon that she is Michonne Grimes. That way all the publications that report on them can call them what they are. They are as married as can be lol. And I’d love to hear that confirmed in the show.

#5: A Kiss Of Life 😇

No one does passion like Richonne. Period. I love every heavenly kiss of theirs and I hope we get several (well-lit) ones in the spin-off, but especially one that rivals my current fav - the KOL in 7x05.

#6: “I Love You’s” and every sweet vocalization of that sentiment ☺️

Rick and Michonne have both said so many seriously sweet and romantic stuff to each other on TWD. Like it could be a whole other list of its own. And I’m so looking forward to more of those lines that just stop you in your tracks at how beautiful, adoring, and loving they are. And I’d of course love to hear blatant I Love You’s again too.

#7: A Carl reference 😭

I feel there’s gotta be some reference to Carl in the spin-off, even if subtle. R&M love him too much for Carl to just not be mentioned. So I’m looking forward to how the memory of Carl will be honored through them. Plus, a heartfelt Carl reference along with the Grimes family reunion means every member of Grimes 2.0 will have been noted in the spin-off. I also personally would love to finally hear what Carl wrote in his letter to Michonne, even tho I know time is limited with just 6 eps. No matter what we get, I’m looking forward to any moving recognition of the kid who helped Rick and Michonne see they were meant to be family.

#8: Richonne’s versatility and layers on display 🤩

Rick and Michonne are all things and I adore every side of their versatile characters and relationship. So I cannot wait for those quieter private moments between them where they get to be human with each other and just give each other life in every way. I know with just 6 eps we won’t see Rick get briefed on all he missed while away, but I’m curious what he will learn about. Like I could see him reacting to her X scar at the least. And then of course, since Rick and Michonne are also the baddest to ever do it, I can’t wait to see them back to being a force to be reckoned with together and fighting the fight like the icons they are.

#9: Callbacks & Parallels 😉

I’m always here for a Richonne callback and good parallels. And they’ve had some great callbacks in the past, from protein bars to damn gorgeous cat statues, so I’m looking forward to more. One parallel I’d personally love is hearing Rick reflect on Michonne with someone, similar to how she reflected on him in season 10 with the “that walk” scene. Like I love that we got to hear Michonne remark on an outer attribute she loved of his and I’d love to hear Rick voice a physical quality he loves and misses too. And I also wouldn’t be surprised if there’s an indicator that during their time apart Rick hallucinated or talked to her like she talked to him. You know they both tend to see thangs lol. So it would be fitting. But all and all, these two both have been shown to be really sentimental when it comes to each other so I’m curious what all they’ll recall and what parallels will be made.

#10: Rick and Michonne getting a happy ending and growing old together 🤗

Ok this is just my personal biggest wish for the greatest couple of all time. They so deserve a happy ending. I hope we get to know and even see that they closed out their story growing old together and having got lots of time with their children and their eventual grandchildren. Like I just keep having this final vision of the two of them older and still as in love as ever while having a sweet dynamic with an adult RJ and Judith. And imagine seeing Rick holding RJ’s baby after not getting to hold him as a baby. 😭 And then of course in my ideal world we’d just end the series and their story with a final shot of Rick and Michonne holding hands. It’s their signature thing. ☺️

These moments and more are what I’m hoping for and looking forward to, but I’ll be happy and grateful for whatever is in store during the final chapter of our precious Richonne’s awe-inspiring story. We’ve been blessed ten times over by the fact that a literal Richonne miniseries exists (like seriously couldn’t even dream of a better conclusion for them than a show dedicated to them that is actively being marketed as an epic love story) and I can’t wait for the Richonne gold to just keep pouring in. Richonne has been gold since the beginning and will be til the very end. 👌🏽😌

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