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Red Wine - Karina & Natty

Aespa Karina x Kiss of Life Natty x M Reader smut

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A new girl every week.

Not like you mind it. As long as Karina is having a good time, then that's enough for you. She meets them all at work, and they're all equally pretty.

Of course they are—it's part of the job.

It's just how Karina is—she has always been a fountain of charisma and that's part of what drew you to her—some call it rizz. So, you know all too well how these girls feel when Karina cranks up that natural charm and it leads to her inevitably inviting them over on a Friday evening, an offer they can’t refuse.

A girl's night in. That's what she always calls it—truth or not.

It's a funny thing to call it, given that you're always there. Not that any of them ever complain. You're there. That's okay. You'll join in the chat or stay out of the way—it's all very casual. Most of the time, it’s just that—casual.

Most of the time.

"And then I told him: 'Look, this dress is Dior, and it's worth a year of your rent. So if you think, even for a second, that it's going to end up on your bedroom floor after you buy me a couple of glasses of bottom-shelf whiskey then you can Johnnie-Walk-the-fuck-on-out-of-here because there are a thousand more ways I can spend my night than wasting time on you.'"

The two girls break out into some sort of intoxicated, riotous laughter. The girl with the story? They call her Natty, and she is the latest of Karina's new friends to visit. This one sporting almond skin, eyes with an inky rich hue, thick lips and a smug look on her face that could melt the paint right off the wall, or the clothes off any man.

She has one leg crossed over the other, sitting at an angle towards Karina. The slight canting of her head, the way her black hair cascades over a bare shoulder, all of it conspires together in order to fully reveal her neck line where the loose t-shirt drapes from shoulder to shoulder.

"Yeah, like any dude's got enough bank to buy himself to a night with you." Karina laughs again before taking a drink from her wine.

You are trying to watch the TV, vaguely—your favourite team is on and it's a bit of a ritual for you.

You will never even know we're here. That's what Karina told you. Yet you’ve spent the better part of the last hour listening to them. We’ll be quiet.

As if that's ever true.

They've been reeling off anecdotes all the while, and if you've learned one thing about Natty, it's that she has a lot to say, and a lot if it comes down to either the pleasures, profits, or travails of her career. The stories just keep coming. And each and every one is punctuated by that same laugh from Natty. You have never heard anything quite like it before, and it's that which keeps drawing your attention back to their end of the couch. Much like her voice, it's high pitched, a little nasally and utterly adorable.

Karina laughs along as well; more than a few times a drink threatens to spill onto the carpet because one of them has laughed a little too hard or bumped into one another. Now that would be a disaster: red wine and a white carpet.

"So I got this really nice pink one. It's really pretty, a little sexy, but it's so comfy too." Natty is talking but you don't have a clue what about and Karina, turned away from you, is nodding her head, the ponytail on the back of her head shaking a little as a result.

You don't need to see Karina to know how she looks—as beautiful as ever. That same sharp jaw, high cheekbones and lips glistening pink, hued darker by her drink of choice. Those eyes. It’s always her eyes that captivate.

Her beauty and grace are two things she truly does share with Natty. All the women that come over are all part of the same constellation. Stars in their own right, but Karina is a supernova—or something equally poetic.

Karina says something, but the voice is soft and muffled and lost to you among the animated exchange.

"There's also this blue one. But I don't wear it nearly as much as the others, but it cuts real low. Nearly shows my, you know..."

That lowered voice draws your gaze right over to them both as Natty leans in towards the woman next to her. A gesture and the shape of her voice, the lilt of her accent, makes it sound as if she is being discreet even though you can clearly hear every single word.

"...you know." Natty then tugs a little at her own shirt.

The two giggle again as if they're not grown-ass women; two women who have admittedly drunk quite a lot.

"He loves this one I have, it's part of a set, and I picked it up in Paris last month,” Karina says. “Black and lacy. Super expensive, but it's so worth it."

"That pair would look good in anything," Natty lets out that same laugh again, if a little softer this time, as if the mood shifted a little. You felt this coming all along. If you're honest, sometimes as soon as Karina walks through the door with a girl on her arm, there’s a certain vibe that hangs in the air that tells you it’s one of those nights.

You're stealing glances at the two of them, and it's Natty who's looking towards you, over Karina's shoulder. Your eyes are caught in this awkward collision. Natty holds the stare, her smile shifting subtly from innocent to devilish.

She's a stunner. Even from the angle where you're catching glimpses at her, a glance out of the corner of your eye, there is something seductive and hypnotising.

"He's a really lucky guy." She says to Karina, keeping her eyes fixed on you.

That is usually the cue, one you're very familiar with. A flirty little comment, maybe an innuendo, something meant to test the waters—see where the land lies, the rocks you can stand on before stepping any further out into the surf. It's how so many of your Friday evenings play out. You are just that—an object of curiosity and interest to Karina's friends, and you have to credit the sales pitch she must deliver about you.

"You're damn right," Karina replies with a chuckle as she tilts back the remainder of her drink.

"Do you think he would like mine?"

"Of course, he would. But if you want, I can be the judge." Karina takes Natty's almost empty glass and sets both down on the table. Her expression and attitude—lips and body language—communicate her invitation far more eloquently.

Karina is reaching over and Natty's meeting her hands with her own at the hem of her shirt. A teasing lift and you can already envision what she's about to show. See, Natty's a dancer—you know that much, and a good one at that. That kind of talent comes with the blessing of a body that turns heads. Your girlfriend knew that well too when she had invited her back home.

"Go on then."

The shirt lifts off Natty's skin, with the help of Karina’s hands running up the side of her body, exposing a pierced belly button. You try, very valiantly, to pretend not to be watching, but you can't help it. Natty raises her arms and lets Karina pull off the shirt fully revealing her in her lace bralette. It's pink, it's pretty and a little sexy—just how she described it.

"They really are nice, wow," Karina leans in close and for a moment you think she's going to start kissing Natty right then and there.

Natty doesn't say a thing. She lets the next moment happen, and with their bodies so close you can feel the anticipation, there’s an agonising pause, but, just a moment later, Karina is running a hand up along her belly, cupping a hand over one of her breasts.

"Really nice," Karina repeats the compliment.

And you're all in now. Fuck the TV. You can't peel your eyes away from whatever the hell your girlfriend is about to do.

"Thank you," the girl purrs as she arches her body to push herself against Karina's hand.

A flirtatious hand and those slender fingers of hers begin to move delicately over the fabric. It's a good touch. You've experienced first-hand all the wonderful things Karina can do with it. She touches how she dances—passionate and precise.

"What do you think?" Karina's finally acknowledging you over her shoulder—your official invite to the fun.

"Gorgeous," you mumble, and Natty's smiling like a minx as Karina continues in a way that you should probably be offended. Your girlfriend runs her hands down to the girl's waist, round to the small of her back, and then all the way back to where she starts again.

"Come, take a closer look. What do you think?" Natty follows her words with a wink and a flick of the hair.

"Fuck yes." You whisper under your breath.

"What was that?" Your girlfriend's smirking to herself as you rise from your seat.

"Yes." You take a step towards them both.

"Yes?" Natty repeats, one of her dark brows arching.

"He thinks you're fucking beautiful, sweetheart. Gets a little lost in the moment sometimes." Karina is leaning her head in close, one arm around the girl. She has a finger running up along Natty's slender back as she pulls at the clips holding her bra together. "Isn’t she perfect, babe?"

"Something like that," you confess. You're standing in front of the girls, looking down at the topless Natty, at Karina who's still snaking her hands around her. And Natty looks up at you, eyes wide, inviting, smouldering with passion. She really is something else.

She peers beneath those bangs of hers with a look that says: why don't you sit right here beside me?

"There we go," Karina says and there's suddenly some slack. The weight of her pair is taken by gravity and Natty catches them into folded arms. She sinks back into the couch. You take a step, and taking her lead, you sit by her side.

Karina reaches down, pats you on your leg, then turns back to face Natty. "You were saying you thought he was pretty cute too, weren't you, Natty?"

"Pretty cute, yes. Hot too. Moreso now that he’s up close." Natty says while Karina's got her hands on her shoulders, taking the straps of her bra between her delicate fingers. And then her bra is gone—the last semblance of her modesty lost along with it. Her small nipples jutting, stiffened with arousal, ready and waiting.

"God, he's practically drooling."

"That's hot," Karina comments as her lips descend onto Natty's shoulder and she starts laying kisses up and along her neck, trailing all the way to her ears.

"Sit behind her, babe, let her make it easier for you," Karina says. There is something entirely different and erotic in the way your girlfriend commands you. It’s so often like this, the dynamic, the guest and you are equals but Karina? Karina is a level above, the one in control and setting the pace.

You move yourself further onto the sofa and seat yourself back, then Natty slides over your lap. She takes her place, just as Karina wants, in front of you. The look in your lover's eye tells you exactly what to do, while her hands give Natty some hands-on guidance. Holding her shoulders, she’s placing Natty’s back against your chest. 

You lay your own touch on the starlet’s waist, coiling them around her body. Dragging them up towards her smooth tits causes her to respond with a shudder. You keep your touches slow, leisurely, tentative and exploratory, but with no lack of appreciation.

Natty refuses to shy and settles firmly into your body. Karina, meanwhile, sets herself in front of the two of you, resting her hands on Natty's knees. Your beautiful guest parts her legs a little as Karina slips her hands between them, urging her thighs to open wider. Wider until she has to lift her legs over yours.

"Is this okay with you?" Karina is looking up into Natty's face and the woman simply nods."How does she feel?" Karina's asking you now, placing her hands on the back of yours, guiding your touch over her breast into a rougher pace.

"Perfect." The word slips from your mouth, followed by a throaty groan. Among all of this, Natty's ass is against your crotch, the weight of her pushing your manhood to swell and strain against your clothing. You are thankful she's wearing a thin enough pair of yoga pants that enhances it all.

Karina has planted her knees between yours and Natty's legs. She's pulling her own shirt over her head and you already know what's beneath. For all the talk earlier about bras, Karina isn't wearing one; she never does. "Fuck, Karina," Natty coos at her bare chest. "He likes it too. I can feel him twitching."

Natty’s hands are all over Karina as she pulls her in. There’s grace, there’s tension and there’s a coy giggle from Karina as their lips are only inches apart. The hammering of your heart echoes within as you take a front-row seat to their show. It always triggers something inside you when she first lays lips on someone, it always heightens that delicious, tingling, primal feeling.

"Oh shit, girls..."

Your girlfriend's the best kisser and you love watching her like this—exploring another woman's mouth. Natty is matching her tempo beat by beat, kiss by kiss. Her body arches as you squeeze her breasts. You swear Natty's making little whimpers as the two make out.

Her body is all action against you: ass grinding back, rolling slowly and languidly as your hands pull at her breasts—squeezing them together and then apart. You dip into her neck with your mouth. The sweetness of her skin fills your mouth and the richness of her perfume fills your nose.

You lower your lips and gently nibble at her neck, dragging teeth over her flesh until she gasps from a gentle bite and you work your lips on her skin. Tongue roaming as you feast on her taste. Karina's pushing forward now, Natty sandwiched between you, their pairs of tits pressing together with your hands somewhere between.

They break, and Natty naturally moves to your girlfriend’s neck. Karina has her sights set on you, prying your mouth from Natty's shoulder and catching you in a deep kiss. Tongues battling, clashing. There's the familiar fading taste of red wine in her mouth, and the unmistakable flavour of something foreign to you, the lingering taste of Natty.

She pulls away from your lips, staring down the two of you. There's dissatisfaction on her face. "Why aren't the two of you naked yet?"

She pulls at Natty's hips, relieving your cock of the pressure of her sitting on it, and you hold Natty so as to not let her slip too far away. You and Karina work Natty's yoga pants, and her panties, from her hips. They slip effortlessly down to her ankles, leaving her decidedly bare.

No one speaks and you all know this isn't the time to explain anything or ask questions. When her clothing is out of the way Karina descends upon Natty again, kissing her hard and you catch the dying whimpers of Natty's moans into Karina's lips. Karina's hand is snaking down Natty's back, reaching for your crotch. She unbuckles and opens your belt all the time fighting against Natty's movement as she tries to grind her ass back into you.

"Stop moving." Karina giggles into their kiss as her hand delves beneath your trousers. She breaks her kiss again. "Need some help."

Natty's peeling herself away from you, turning to face you. Natty's naked, Karina's halfway there, you're the one slacking. Not for long. Soon the two are tugging away all the unnecessary clothes until all three of you are equally exposed. Your cock stands heavy and ready under their gaze.

"Woah, you weren't lying." Natty's figuratively licking her lips, hungry and wide-eyed, and you'd bet your last dollar she's got an idea in mind. "Can I...?" Natty turns to ask Karina.

"I'd hate to be selfish." Karina shrugs her shoulders and winks. You're transfixed. There's natural magic about the way they move as if it is rehearsed; the way Natty sinks to her knees and the way Karina pulls your hips to the edge of the seat, then rises above you.

Karina hovers and watches, Natty leans in, and then your balls disappear into her mouth. She’s handling them with her tongue expertly as she takes hold of your cock.

"God, what a pro. She wasn’t lying when she told me she knew her way around a cock," she exclaims, savouring every second as the air rapidly leaves your lungs.

It is beyond explanation, the way Natty's tongue is dancing along the underside of your balls as her lips caress each one. Her eyes occasionally flick up and flash mischievously—it's the kind of look that means she could get away with absolutely anything, and there is no way you are going to stop her.

"She's got the face for it, doesn't she? Like she just gives the most amazing head." Karina's on her knees by your side, sliding a hand between her thighs.

"Y-yeah." You manage to reply. "S-so... ahh! Good."

Karina leans forward, cupping one of your cheeks as she looks into your eyes.

"He's speechless!" She laughs, moving a hand to the back of your head and tugging gently at the strands. "Natty baby, give him a few words or something, will you? If you can?"

It's hard to look at her, but you crane your neck and you catch her looking at you again—one hand upon your inner thigh, the other wrapped around your shaft. "That's a good boy," Natty murmurs.

She teases a thumb over the surface of your glistening wet tip. "She loves that shit. Watch her..." Karina explains, smiling, the delight on her face all you can look at for a moment or more.

She guides your chin and you follow your girlfriend's direction, then you see, Natty's taken her mouth from you for a second and she's licking your pre-cum from her thumb; her gaze on the pair of you. She repeats her motion once more and the grin on her face grows bigger as you leak another pearl for her.

"How does he taste?" Karina asks for both of you.

"Delicious." Natty answers—now she's literally licking her lips.

You'll believe anything this woman tells you.

She's running a teasing tongue along the underside of your shaft, and as she reaches the peak, she catches the snow-white trickle you drip right there. You close your eyes in ecstasy, but before long, you’re feeling a finger poke against your lips.

You part them open, letting Karina's two fingers inside, and she's running her digits over your tongue as you suck her fingertips. The taste is so undoubtedly her, nectar straight from her source, your mouth salivating for more.

The feel of Natty's soft plump lips against the end of your cock is incredible as she moves them in an inch, teasing, testing, and then she withdraws just the same and you want to cry out. But you can't, Karina still lubricating her fingers, your tongue swirling around the digits.

She withdraws and your eyes open. And as much as you wanted to see Natty ready to settle her mouth around your cock, she's got something else in mind. She has her tits in her hand. "Are they still gorgeous?"

"Yeah, totally," you sputter.

"Natty girl, let him fuck them." Karina tells her and then she turns to you, mouth to your ear. "You want your cock between them, don't you? Tell her." Karina's not leaving this up to interpretation. "Tell her you want them."

"Oh yes..." you blurt out, without even really thinking. Karina giggles—it's her sign of approval, a tick. "Your tits, Natty. Fuck. Please."

It's not something you haven't done before. You love Karina's pair too, after all. It would be hard for anyone with a dick to resist a pair of round tits like hers. Luckily for you, tonight she's brought you a girl with a pair to match her own.

"He asked so nicely."

"He's a real gentleman," Natty teases and she raises her breasts a little, then pushes them together. As your head slides into her cleavage, she puts her hand around them, and as the skin squeezes the sides of your member, you are reduced to shuddering. Karina knows exactly how this gets you, knows just how this can bring you undone. It doesn't even matter if the actual thing feels nothing like sex—you'll always go crazy over a great pair of tits.

As the tip of your manhood peeks out through the crease between them, Natty lowers her tongue to it and you swear you nearly cum right then. Then the words echo inside your brain: he wants them, Karina's voice and as soon as she says it, your subconscious concedes to the reality.

"Look how easy and willing he is," she says to Karina and both girls giggle, then Natty forms a mock pout. "Such a good boy. I really want to make him feel good."

"He does deserve something." Your girlfriend runs her fingers into your hair as Natty plants a soft kiss onto your cock-head. Instinctively, you reach out but before you can touch anything, Karina's hand finds your wrist. "Tell her what you want."

She's leaning in closer again and Natty looks up from where she's teasing your tip, sucking, tonguing and lavishing affection and attention. "Ask Natty nice. Tell her you want a blowjob. Tell her you want to cum. Tell her what you want," Karina purrs her words.

And god, if anything makes it impossible to think straight, it is Natty's gaze up at you. She wants to make it easy for you, impossible to do anything but give in to your wishes, whether it’s her intention or your deep-seated desire making it seem so.

"Natty... can you suck my cock?" Your mouth's dry and the words grate in the throat.

"Anything," she says with a twinkle in her eye. And now it's all one motion. Her tits clamped against the sides of your length. Your cock drives between them and into Natty's waiting mouth. She's all tongue, bobbing her head a little and taking the tip of you in and out of her mouth.

Karina's all over you—kissing your neck, holding a hand behind your head, caressing, squeezing. "Aren't I just the best? Always doing this for you with all these girls." She's muttering away in your ear. The heat of her breath is constant and burning. She continues with sweet nothings in her deep, sultry voice.

You're sinking deeper into the couch, like you're laid on the shore and the tide is enveloping you. Wave after wave crashing against you, rolling, engulfing you and drawing you out further and further. Natty is pulling you under; every time she takes you into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around you, it's another wave over you. Karina is a life rope. You're grabbing onto the strands of her ponytail, trying to keep your head above the water. All her touches, her words, her encouragement, that's the air you need.

But the torrent grows ever more intense and powerful and the riptide is too great, Natty's drawing the last vestiges of resolve from you. You lose grip of everything—of reality.

You're lost.

Lost in her mouth, lost between her tits.

Karina knows it, she's seen it all before, so many times, for her and others. "Feel like you're gonna cum?" Karina's in your ear asking you the obvious.

Your answer's a growl.

"Cum!" It's a low-roar in your ear.

You don't say a word.

"All over those perfect fucking tits. Her mouth, her face, look at her," and then that's it. You're drowning in pleasure. Every sense abandons you—hearing, touch, and sight, all surrendered.

You can't think or do anything, because every fibre of your being is focused on a single action—pouring out cum. You're rigid and straining.

Your eyes regain focus and you see it all. All of it smearing her tits and just a little on her face, and then more streams erupt. Natty doesn't shy and she doesn't stop. She is milking you for every single drop.

And Karina's ever the encourager, ever full of pride. "Just like that, yes. Empty all of it right there on her chest."

This is her thing now. Has been for a while, ever since she convinced you to try it just one time. Her imagination was fueled by all those dirty little stories she read online about voyeurism and the like. It opened her eyes and redefined your relationship. It started with an experiment. With her best friend, Winter, all those months ago. It was the first time she took enjoyment in her friend getting you off.

Now it's a regular surprise. Sometimes they're girls you met many times before, almost like she was dangling them in front of you, teasing you. Other times it's just like Natty. You barely say a few words to them and before you know it, you're covering them in your cum.

Truth is, you always get the gut feeling when it's one of these nights, as soon as Karina and whichever girl it is start their first drinks of the night; you know it's one of those nights. Then it's just a case of waiting.

Natty didn't take long to get on her knees—she must have been excited.

And lucky for her, you're nowhere near being finished.

Karina is prowling and on the move, towards Natty, and she reaches her with both arms as she locks her into her grasp. A kiss, deep, hungry. All tongue. Seeing is believing; some of you ended up inside Natty’s mouth and now she’s sharing, distributing to Karina. Back and forth it goes between their mouths, with some spilling from their lips. As it’s shared, it’s swallowed bit by bit between them.

"Your turn Natty. I want to watch you cum for me." Karina announces she breaks away, then lapping up what remains on her lips and she has a hand on Natty's chest, playing with the mess you made of them.

You're lying there, spent and watching, as Karina guides Natty to her feet.

"There you go," Karina is pushing the girl towards the couch and she gets to the edge, then places a knee on it. Your eyes drift over her body as Karina bends her into place, her sticky chest planted against the cushions. Her juicy ass is in the air and the light in the room highlights every line and contour. Her flawless curves are accentuated to their perfect best.

"Legs wider, yes, yes. That's perfect," Karina's voice cuts through the air. She's behind her, hand on the small of her back, urging Natty into position. Lower and lower, Natty's head pressed into the cushion; she's turning to look at you, face full of excitement, of yearning.

A quiver passes through her entire body as Karina's lips descend upon her lower back.

Then lower, kissing her tailbone.

Her ass.

Lower and lower, peppering her skin along the way, Karina finally nestles between the two cheeks. Then she places her hands on Natty and starts parting them. "Perfect. Isn't that so perfect?"

Karina doesn't wait for any reply from you.

She doesn't need to. You are fixed there, utterly mesmerised, entranced and completely undisturbed, watching this gorgeous woman lay tongue on her newest conquest. Karina, meanwhile, can't contain her excitement. She's feasting on Natty, lapping at her sex, diving lower and lower with her tongue. "Oh yes. You taste so good."

Everybody's taste is unique. Just as her aroma earlier was something you couldn't put into words or compare, you can only imagine how sweet Natty must taste. And as if she reads your mind, Karina adds to the narrative, "So sweet."

And the sounds.

Fuck. The sounds. 

Natty moans, loud, sharp and high. You should have known it, her voice being what it is—the tone; so unique, so unmissable. You should have expected the melodic composition. The pleasure is pure, crystal-clear music. It's perfection in sound. It's the kind of musicality people work their entire lives to compose, to play, to express.

To do all without a care in the world.

With as much freedom, spontaneity and energy as possible.

The tone shifts, and the octaves change. And it's Karina, playing her, burying a pair of fingers into Natty.

There is no question here. The two are in sync. Karina, a performer by profession, plays your guest as if Natty is merely an extension of herself. Your girlfriend, in her element, her playground, her stage and her domain. You are her audience. And she has never sounded, looked, or acted so majestic in her role.

Natty sings a string of profanities, nonsensical and fragmented phrases.

"That good?" Karina exclaims, teeth digging into her butt cheek as Natty spills into the cushion. Her legs quiver. Karina smiles into her ass, nipping her a second time and then she turns to you, staring at you with the same dark hunger, the same thirst, you always see.

"You still with us, babe?" she asks—rhetorical, she know’s you’re fixated. There's no question in her mind. She can read you and she knows how captivating this performance is.

"God yes," you whisper in reply. She's smiling wide.

"Good." That one word response, so laden with meaning.

It's a dangerous smile. It means only trouble. Good trouble.

"Come here," she's beckoning you behind Natty. Your legs feel weak and like jelly, yet you crawl up and behind her, your hand slips up to her thigh, pressing, pawing and grabbing her flesh. She purrs at your touch, and Karina, too, responds with delight.

"Natty," you begin, feeling her ass under your touch. "Do you want me inside you?"

"Mhm. Yes."

Karina slips a hand around your erection, her wet, lubricated fingertips meet your skin and when she says, let me get you ready for her. That alone could have done the job. But, damn, her hand feels so good as it strokes. The motion's just the right pace and when her grip gets tighter, a tremor courses through you.

"You did such a wonderful job already." Her praise is just as nice as her tongue running along the side of your length and then her lips, pursed, locking onto the tip.

"Karina..." it's a long-drawn groan. She lets her tongue swivel over you, each stroke lasting longer and longer. The more she continues, the more feels you grow and get hard—she works you until the last ounce of sanity leaves your brain.

Then she draws away and finishes her sentence, "I told you, you're the best. Now look at her, look how needy she is." Karina's still got a hand on your cock and the other caressing Natty's cunt.

Natty’s now the girl in the center of it all. Her beautiful face turned, eyes closed. She's twitching, aching, longing. She whimpers, and then gasps in desire as you angle your cock at her slit. Her folds open gratefully and the wet warmth of her sex embraces you. Her groans rise again, heightening ever more in the satisfaction as she backs herself further onto your length.

You move, thrusting into her, and she breaks into a tempered moan.

"Oh yes! God, yes."

And you feel a hand grab at your backside, encouraging, guiding, demanding more of you. She partners her touch with an all-telling grin. Karina's about as happy watching you fuck someone else as she is being fucked.

"That's it... You like it like this Natty? Does this feel good to you?"

It's a silly thing to ask, but it still makes Natty stir. It makes her hot—burning hot. As soon as the words are out of her, and she follows with a moan, she becomes tighter around you.

"Ah! Yes, yes, yes..." she trails into several more repetitions as you angle deeper into her.

Your girlfriend is dancing her fingertips over her skin. "So amazing," your lover is still muttering her words. "So fucking hot," Karina says as she tracks her kisses up Natty's back. Gentle kiss after gentle kiss to her glistening back as Natty keeps driving her ass back against you. 

There is the unmistakable look of an idea forming in Karina's mind. She's climbing onto the sofa, crawling past Natty onto the back of it, where Natty's head is pressed against the fabric. Natty grows hesitant at the expectation of what's to come, and it allows you to take over. A hand on either side. You're gripping her hips and really fucking her, pushing your cock fully into her and stretching her.

You see Natty's fingers wrapping around the bottom of the sofa cushions in an iron grasp, trying to bear the surge of bliss. She shudders and clenches up as Karina runs a set of nails up her back.

"Yes, baby, you take her, don't be afraid," Karina hisses her words, raking at Natty's back with her claws. "Harder." Karina demands and you pull on Natty's hips, pulling the gorgeous young woman into your hips as you fuck.

Karina's sliding into where she wants to be, right in front of Natty's face, sitting where she rests it. She's handling her like the toy she currently is, pulling her head exactly where Karina wants it, and coercing Natty's mouth onto her. To bury her in and make her satisfy Karina's craving.

And Natty wastes no time, sliding her lips onto Karina, exploring her core the way she has explored her mouth. "Just like that," your girlfriend cries as she rests a hand on Natty's head and rocks back against her. "See, I knew you'd be perfect for us."

You have to admit, Karina nailed it with this one. Before any of the girls even step into the apartment, they know why they're there, but none of them are as ready for it as Natty. It must be a deep, dark fantasy of her own, maybe something she's played out in her mind over and over. It must have been burning inside her before even that first taste of red wine.

Red wine.

That's it. That's how you knew it was always going to end up like this. Fuck, you must be a fool for having missed it all those times before. It's so obvious now that it's when she drinks red wine with them—that's the signal of how the night's going to end. Your subconscious had made the connection, now you realise.

You smile to yourself in the moment of clarity and Karina has noticed, breaking through her moans to ask, "You look a little lost back there, babe. Something funny?"

She's got a coy grin on her lips and her hand gripping Natty's hair, grinding the woman's face further into her pussy. It's a stream of muffled moans from Natty between her hungry licks of Karina's cunt. She's all action between you and Karina's stare. "Nothing."

You raise a hand and spank Natty's ass; the echo fills the air and her cheek ripples. Karina flinches with surprise and she's drawing the young woman further into her body. "Jesus, fuck. Again."

Again and you lay your palm on Natty. Harder. She mewls in pain and Karina shivers in bliss. Her fingertips dig at the younger woman, grabbing her by her scalp and pushing her harder.

A final time you spank her ass, planting your hands and digging your fingers into her soft flesh. Using the strike on your mount to signal one thing; faster.

You're reckless now—manic. Grab her ass and pound; that’s all that is on your mind. You're rabid—not holding anything back. This is the sole reason that girl's here tonight and you're not letting her down, nor Karina.

You hammer against her body, deep into her depths. Her cries echo over Karina's. Each hit a satisfying smack to Natty's cheeks. Slaps and claps and cries. Sounds fill the room. The wet squelch, the grunt of every stroke to the backing track of Karina's rich mewls.

It's a symphony, eroticism on an epic scale.

Your eyes roll upward, over Natty's body and land on Karina. She's bouncing on Natty's tongue. Head back, face creased with pleasure. A grimace so beautiful that you swear it is the definition of raw sexuality.

Natty's struggling; her legs are giving way and she keeps reaching with her hands. To the couch, the cushions, Karina's legs, to anything. There is no steadying her, and it looks like she's barely clinging on for dear life. She has only her waning strength and determination holding her together.

You think she's cumming. But fuck, it is hard to be sure. Maybe you should slow down, but if she is cumming once, better to make it twice. Or thrice. So, you pick up the pace instead. You become wilder, stronger, faster, more forceful.

She's not even eating Karina's cunt anymore—she just can't. You grab Natty's arms and pull her upright so she doesn't slip. Chest to back now—she’s against you and your thrusts drive upward into her.

Natty wails and all the while, Karina is sliding down the couch onto her knees, face to face with Natty. She brings a hand to Natty's throat, grabbing and pushing to pin her against you. And her other hand is sinking between Natty's legs.

Karina's teasing Natty's cunt with the soft caresses of her fingers, and you're sliding between those fingers and into the girl. "Look at you," Karina's saying between clenched teeth, then a loud hiss passes her lips. "Oh, fuck."

A fire blazes across the brunette's eyes—you swear it is an inferno. Fingernails and knuckles are going white in her grip of Natty's neck, and the same could be said of yours holding her arms.

"Oh, Karina!" Your newfound fuck toy screams your girlfriend's name out at the top of her voice.

Karina responds by rubbing her fingers on Natty's clit, then pressing hard, strumming it at a maniacal pace. She's whispering into Natty's ear, words only the girl can hear, coaxing something out of her.

Natty screams again and again. Your name then Karina's.

She's cumming. 

Not just that, she's fucking squirting.

Her body's a boneless jelly in your arms as it spasms. And your girlfriend just won't stop her mischievous act, not a single pause until she's dragged more from the young beauty. She's dragging her second and then a third eruption.

It pours. It flows. Eruption is exactly the right word. 

Natty's spraying onto your cock— 

onto Karina's fingers— 

down your legs— 

on the couch— 

everywhere.

You've got an ardent geyser in your grip and her voice cracks, the climax too much for her, for any of you.

In a flurry of a moment, Natty falls, slipping from your grasp and collapsing and sinking against Karina's chest. Limp. Saturated and dripping, sweat and cum.

The girl has come undone.

You've slipped out of her, set her free, but you're ready to burst. Staggering behind her, a mess and almost drunk on sex, you catch your breath. "Karina... I..." you begin.

"Look at the mess she made." Look at the mess she is. 

Karina's laying the girl down to the side; Natty is almost lifeless aside from the aftershocks still tearing through her.

"Karina..." you try again. "Karina, please..."

"Come here sweetie," and that's enough. You sink to your knees on the edge of the seat. Karina's in front of you, grabbing at your erection and lying back. You're collapsing over her, propping yourself with an arm. She's pulling at your cock. It doesn't take much and you're about to fire.

"Please Karina, please" you growl and Karina whispers back the sweetest reply, 'I love watching you do this'.

She's tugging your cock, aiming it at her wet cunt, freshly eaten.

Then your legs grow heavy and stiff, it's impossible to move, muscles tense, locking your body in place. Karina's jerking your cock and it's impossible to hold it.

Release.

It comes.

You can't explain, words can't describe it, the sheer, earth-shattering and mind-numbing rush as it pours. Spurt after spurt, you feel it all come out, and through your hazed vision you're watching it pour over her cunt. Some on her abs, some on her thigh, but most of it coating her pussy. It is all you want to see before you fall, slipping onto her, your head in the nook of her neck. Her words are just a noise in your ear.

"Stay with us," it's her soft voice that you feel vibrate in your ears as her chest rises and falls beneath you. "Natty? Darling, you too."

There's this moment of near silence. Three sets of heavy breaths.

There are things you know to expect before long, but in this space between you don't really know where it'll go. It’s all wild in the night.

"That was... fuck. Intense," you begin, laying the seeds to push the three of you to the next course, "Wasn't it?"

Karina's responding with a push at your shoulders, making you look at her. Her features, still so sharp, she's still so elegantly composed, the dark and playful look hasn't left her eyes. Her smile endearing. "We're not done," she begins, a whisper into your mouth as you lean over her.

Hand grasping your cock, firm, and she’ squeezing a drop or two more out. "I want you inside me." She demands it of you, of your spent dick. This is always the danger. You're just a single cock in a game that demands more.

It hurts as she rubs your cock. No matter how gentle her touch, it feels rough and you wince in her hold, it's raw pain and all you want is to draw back, but you stay. You have to stay. You want to stay. Refusing to let the pain, the momentary sting and discomfort end it. "Give her what she wants," it's Natty's voice, from beside the two of you. Who knows where the young girl even got the strength?

“Please,” It’s rare that Karina pleads, but her mouth is on your ear, nibbling softly. Her hot tongue traces the shell of it and the whole motion gives you a shiver that makes the hair stand on end. "Come on." She coaxes in a sultry, yet playful, sing-song voice. It makes her intentions unmistakable.

You draw your body back and rest on your knees, looking at the two girls, side-by-side, one melting and the other keening. Your heart is still trying to get out of your chest, but somehow the sight of them has calmed you. They make it all feel a little easier.

"I'm sure your cock can still work for me," Karina's words are undisguised lust.

Natty reaches a lazy arm, working her fingers into the cum you left on Karina's body, playing with it. She begins painting Karina's belly, streaking it over her skin. "So much," she purrs, adding a moan as a compliment, her tone soaked in desire.

Karina takes her own finger to it too, dousing it in your fluid before taking it to Natty's lips. It's a question that goes unspoken, not one word, one command, just a mere motion. Natty's reply is perfect; she opens her mouth and accepts it eagerly, slipping her tongue onto Karina's digit and suckling it. 

Natty returns the favour, her finger into Karina's mouth. They're both sucking, tasting, swirling their tongues as you watch, drinking the liquid, gulping it down, savouring the taste. Their eyes locked in an impossibly sinful gaze. Neither can bring themselves to break it.

They only give in and finally end it when their bodies move instinctively, rolling in to a desperate kiss. Mouths together, sharing the fluid back and forth in a series of dirty, noisy kisses.

Natty's running her hand down Karina's body, running it through your cum and heading right for her cunt. One finger sinks inside, met by a silent whimper from Karina and a second finger joins the first as the girl's now twisting inside your girlfriend. She draws in and out, each time pulling more of your cum into Karina's hole.

And your cock, exhausted moments before, now wants to wake. It's stiffening, not too far from hard once again. You're a moth to a flame and Karina's burning brighter than ever. 

Natty's insatiable thirst is getting the better of her and her finger fucks your lover relentlessly.

Karina's mewl of satisfaction turns into a blissful howl. And when you climb between the girl's legs, finding them parted, you grab her behind the knees. Karina moans once more when you move to slip her ankles over your shoulders and Natty is forced to concede. Your stiff shaft, the one Karina has yearned for, drives into her.

Karina absorbs you, clinging, squeezing, and she holds you, embracing you. Her body is soft against yours, yet inside she's hotter than molten iron. She's even wetter, every slick and intimate part of her is grinding against you. "Yes, fuck yes," she's slurring, muttering nonsense.

She's a fucking mess between her legs—there's some of Natty's, there's some of hers, and there's a lot of yours down there, and you're fucking it all into her as lubricant. Natty's forced to watch as you're pressing Karina's knees up to her chest. She's riding the edge between pleasure and pain and enjoying every bit of it.

And there's no better feeling than when you press her even closer, and now her ankles lock at the back of your neck. Every thrust from you forces her ass to rise from the cushion and her cheeks meet your hips in a way that resembles Natty not long ago. Her tits are pressed almost flat under the weight. She is so open to you—so, so willing. 

Her thighs tremble. Her hands claw. She's losing everything inside herself, everything but the one thing she wants most, a violent orgasm.

It's Natty's turn now, a role reversal, as she tries her hand at the encouragement, the guiding partner, "Harder," her first order. "Deeper," her second. Both punctuated with her nails scoring along your flesh. And in an act that's so entirely Natty, she's now spanking your ass and laughing as she does it. She's playfully flirty and full of giddy enthusiasm.

"Faster." Natty's clapping her hands and she's watching your thrusts drive Karina wild. Every stroke, every strike, all of it Karina is crying out for. Every push forward makes her twinge, a sensation, a mix of pleasure and pain, each jolting through her. "God, isn't she great to fuck?"

"She's the best," you groan, struggling to reply with the only response you can formulate. She is, of course, better to fuck than anybody else. There's no question about that.

"And you," Natty turns to her, "are you going to cum for us now?" Karina's hair sways. Her mouth is full of cries and whimpers. Every roll of your hips, every pull back and every plunge into her pussy steals every breath.

"Yes," she says. "Fuck yes. Right there, baby. Don't stop."

Natty relaxes to enjoy the show. She can see your shaft thrusting. She can see it when you withdraw, almost the full length and then every inch into Karina. Each time, your girlfriend's body jiggles and twists and writhes.

Karina's face grows contorted. A contortion of pure delight.

It's what Natty's been waiting for. Watching. The expectation she couldn't express. The feeling inside her core growing.

"Oh. God!" Karina squeals. She's seeing white spots explode in her vision. A flash of colourful patterns swirl in her head. The white heat rises higher and hotter, so high and so bright it consumes her. She's gone in it. Next comes a sound following a deafening gasp that stops the air dead in her lungs, the release as an equally loud scream.

You hear it, and the heat burns inside your ears, as if sound could cauterize. Every cell of your skin sizzles. It's electric, this passion.

Her cunt turns to water and floods. Your cock is saturated. That's all the reason you need to lose yourself. To slip back and slide yourself deeper into her, pumping. Her eyes squeeze shut and a loud, sonorous gasp is swallowed by her lips. She's never seemed sexier. She is utterly engorged with desire.

"Ah! Ah!" 

You know Karina's at her limit. A dire need for respite, for air to fill her lungs—for relief.

You know what you're going to do. Natty is oblivious, so when you pull out of Karina, and slide over Natty—who's lying on her side facing Karina—it catches her by surprise. One that brings a look of elated shock to her face. You push up one leg and mount her from the side, driving your cock into her.

Karina's drowning in air as she opens her mouth to take all she can. Her vision clears. It focuses on Natty.

The young woman is caught, once again, and in the best way possible; she's lost and helpless beneath you, she has to clutch and clasp whatever's available—the cushions, her own arms—and take it. She's face down to the couch; her body twisted. Her tit's pressed underneath her but her waist rotating, one knee pointing at Karina and one leg straight between your own.

And Natty has taken this all in stride. She's dug her nails into her own scalp, grabbing at her hair. And there is no uncertainty or indecision within her body, nor in her mind. She revels in her vulnerability. She loves the feel of you inside her. Loves the thrill that floods through her entire being as you dominate and ravish her.

Karina makes her move. To join Natty, she slides in on her side, lifting Natty's leg over her own hip, turning Natty fully onto her side to face her. You relent for a moment and Karina does what she needs to. She pulls her own leg up under Natty's and hooks it around her ass. The girls pull each other close. Pull each other into a kiss. Their mouths together. Their breath shared.

Karina whispers, but loud enough you can hear her, and says, "Told you," and her words are all wrapped up in a smirk, the smile of satisfaction.

You slap the length of your cock against Karina's ass; teasing her but not sliding into her. And only when Karina has worked herself up even higher do you lower yourself and slide in, penetrating, filling and stretching.

You're fucking in and out of her. This might be a new favourite of yours. The girls tangled together, sharing kisses and bites and tongue. Both their holes are there for you—each available whenever you want it, and each is only a hair width apart.

It's hard for you to keep a focus on everything like this. But you fight through, burying your shaft inside Karina. Once, and twice, and a final time again. And it's ever so easy to just drag yourself out, driving it between their cunts for a few short pumps and then slip it up into Natty.

"Fuck. I wish we'd done this sooner," Karina is mumbling more, but her words are rolling together and coiling into nonsensical verbal splashes of pure want and need.

Natty strains a response, "I'd... love... to... join you. Often."

"Perfect." Karina is happy as she shifts, arching her body to make a point, to tell you who to fuck now.

And you slip, and then you're inside Karina. As easy as that. Buried as deep and hard as you can, she's mouthing a silent cry and her hair falls over her face.

Natty's got a handful of Karina's tit now, caressing her nipples. It's hard not to envy the beauty that's in her hands. Soft, round, pert, perfectly curved, her breasts are works of art, beautiful beyond anything you could ever put into words.

And all of a sudden, Natty has shifted from Karina's mouth, planting her lips on Karina's soft pillows. Natty is suckling at them and Karina's mouth is twisted open in a soundless gasp, then she speaks, "I could do this forever."

Her arms draw along Natty's body until she finds her ass, slipping down and around, and then her fingertip sinks between her cheeks. It makes Natty lurch as it caresses her taint, presses lower, and touches her tight rear entrance.

Then she does it, a manoeuvre only the confident would have considered, a twist and she's pushing a slender finger into Natty's ass and causing the girl to nip at Karina's breast. "Fuck," Natty hisses, giving a breathy shudder. And her reaction draws a grin onto Karina.

And they keep going like that, they are perfectly attuned to each other. And you swap again, seeing the opportunity to really punish Natty. You're angling towards her again, sliding into her soaked cunt.

You push up inside her. With no time or inclination to start gentle, you're instantly fucking her fast. In and out, hard and deep, over and over, you hammer her cunt. She's muffled with a mouth full of Karina.

"How's that Natty? Both your holes are ours." It's Karina, whispering her dirty words again, "tell us you're going to join us again. Tell us."

Natty nods her head against Karina's chest. It's not a verbal answer. But it's an affirmation that, fuck, yes, she'd like that—as would you all. You could have this again, and maybe soon, a replay with a fresh twist.

Maybe next time you can be the one inside Natty's ass. For now, it's Karina's finger working her, and it looks fucking amazing as it drives into her and withdraws in the exact same rhythm that you're giving her.

You both keep the pace, driving Natty into nirvana, and at some point, it's clear when the climax hits. But it's an awfully hard thing to gauge the passage of time while being wrapped and caught and tangled with these two vixens. All you know is that all too soon, your balls are beginning to churn.

And that's when you switch back again, driving into your girlfriend's cunt with no time for a rest.You're going for broke. Slamming yourself fully inside and Karina knows the instant you do what your fate has become. She laughs and squeezes Natty, pulling the girl tighter.

It's only natural that the rising tide, the bubble of the climactic force, grows and grows and grows. Your ears pound in the beat of the blood racing and your breaths come in fits and starts. The noises escaping your three mouths become louder than before, more frenetic, more unchecked. More lustful.

"Karina— I— Natty—" You're losing the fight against your own body. The rush, the pressure, all the sounds, sights, and smells have put the signal in the green. There is no stopping it. No controlling it. It's all building, coalescing, into one pinpoint of space and time, right there between their legs.

Karina's pulling Natty into position as you're pulling out of her cunt. They both turn to face you, their cheeks pressed together, tits too, and their legs in a knot. They're lying in such a manner that they feel to you like an oasis in a hot desert, inviting, like a promised paradise, and it's calling you, tempting, and you can't hold yourself any longer.

You're rubbing yourself over the edge, and they're calling out to you in a desperate tones, still riding some faint traces of orgasms, "On us."

"Go on."

"Please cum on me, on us."

"Cum for us."

You barely hear their calls, and there's no fucking way you know who is saying what. It's just words of need spilling from two filthy mouths.

It takes only a handful of seconds, and then it happens. 

With a harsh spasm from head to toe, you feel it shoot forward, ripping free from your body, and pulsing as you paint their flesh. Spurts and ropes and slivers shoot up and over the girls. A little on a thigh, on their bodies, over their tits and all the way to their pretty little faces.

They're smiling like idiots as you cum. They're proud of it. They relish it. Natty's tongue moves around inside her lips, just getting another taste—a droplet or two. Karina's teasing as always, "Is that all?"

You're still forcing every drop out you can, the final bits dropping to their thighs.

"There's no way that's all of it, huh," Karina continues to tease. And then it ends, and your body lets go and you fall beside them. You simply can't stand any longer.

"I think that's all of it, Karina," Natty's giggling to herself. She's twirling her fingers over Karina's nipple, playing with the rope of cum that landed there. And Karina is humming out an almost silent cry, twisting under the touch. "Here, taste," and the offer is clear, and again Natty is surprising you.

She offers her own tit to Karina, willing her to lick your cum from it. And the act brings a gleam to Karina's eyes as she cups it, bringing it to her mouth to taste. She's sucking and licking and Natty's gasping at the sensation, and at the way Karina nibbles just a little—just a little too much for it to be painless.

You're laying and watching in awe at the debauchery of the scene and wishing you could watch it forever, or at least capture it. The girls are just lapping at each other now, filling their mouths with your seed and swallowing. Laughing. Panting. Moaning. Sighing. Gasping.

Their limbs tangle. Their tongues too. And it's then you realise, no matter how drained you are—completely fucking bone-dry—these two aren't even close to finishing. There's still a show to be enjoyed yet.

You shift just a little to find the most comfortable view, and Karina's taking control now. Slowly she rolls Natty onto her back, their legs still tied, in such a way that Karina can mount her. Natty's got a playful smile across her lips, looking up, seeing the glistening of cum and sweat shining against Karina's neck and cheeks and mouth, her entire gorgeous face soaked in the stuff.

Karina's getting rougher, her nails cutting into Natty's skin. A hungry bite here, a nip there, another scratch here. She's threatening to draw blood as red as the wine she drank. Right on the edge of true pain, but Natty's relishing it. Her eyes roll back, and she lets out a small squeal. And you watch her buck and writhe. 

Karina grows ever more forceful—pinning her and keeping Natty in place. She's starting to drive her hips against her. The desire is clear; she wants Natty to a delirium.

You can do nothing but marvel at the sight. You may be raw, you may be sensitive, but you're here to enjoy the show that may yet last a whole night.

"Me and you now, Natty. Are you ready to cum for me?"

"Yes," the whimper slips out of Natty. "Yes, anything for you."

[deadbeat-motel]

ᐯᗩGGIE ᗩᑎᗪ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᒪIE ᖇEᗪEᔕIGᑎ

These two are simpler than the angel dust design I did since I didn't have a lot to go off of. Posted on Valentine's Day because yes I can.

I don't think Charlie is significantly different from her Pilot design because I genuinely think it was the best design from the cast (before the redesign).

Thoughts below, though TW for the creepy charlie image at the end:

My issues with their Original designs:

Vaggie:

The giant "X" over her eye is really distracting and even world-breaking because

1. Why had no one put 2 and 2 together that the only character in Hell who has a visible 'X' mark on her face might be related to the angels who also sport that X mark on their faces.

2. Why is it shaped like an X? Her eye was taken out via a single slash.

3. If the hair's purpose was to cover it, why would it show through it? What's the point of the hair then?

The hair that was supposed to cover that wounded eye looked so ugly and confused as to what it should be doing. I mean every shot that showed that thing in a sideview shot of Vaggie felt like the animators had to make their own guesses as to how that was supposed to look like. It was distracting for me personally and I hated it so much.

It's been said over and over again, but her clothes look like she works at McDonalds. I get needing to change her outfit so that she looks like she works at the hotel, but it's just been poorly designed.

Why change her clothes' colors from white to red? the white helped her stand out from Hell and the Hotel's majority red background. (In the finale, she at least has a non-red attire)

She's also one of the very few women in HH and she falls under the skinny stick side of it despite being an angel exterminator.

Her hair is kind of hard to visualize looking at in any way other than what it is when it's static. However, when it changed into a ponytail or a bob, it's actually really nice to look at.

Unsure of what that bow's purpose is for the design.

Charlie:

Charlie is a simple but very confused design. The pilot design was a lot more coherent than the current show design

It's disappointing to see the bouncy Pilot hair go and be replaced by that boring bubble braid of all things.

Her undershirt peaks out of her tuxedo.... why???? to separate the top jacket and the pants? You wouldn't need to do that if her pants were a different color like the pilot design.

Thought about it and was confused, as a demon with an angelic father, why didn't she have wings as well? She didn't need the 6 wings like Lucifer but maybe a pair of one would appear?

Out of all the characters for the show's redesign, Her's was by far the MOST infuriating to me. Her pilot design wasn't perfect but it was good, they had to downgrade her for some reason.

I didn't have much to say about Charlie. it basically sums up to "the Pilot design was better".

On to the thought process for these two:

Valerie the fallen:

Yes, she got a rename. Sue me.

I had to remove the moth aspect of her design because it doesn't seem like it makes sense for a heaven-born to follow the sinner's rule of "gaining features based on the life you lived" since she basically never lived right?

In this redesign (and eventual rewrite), Valerie is not ashamed of her exterminator background. In fact, she was known as the most recent "fallen" in hell. her short stature doesn't make her less of a threat to the demons.

She's also visually thick with muscle because why not let one of the show's women have a body type that isn't stick-thin?

She's using the wings that were torn off of her as both an interesting article of clothing and as a way to remind others and her that she is (or more accurately 'was') an angel who could kill them if she wanted to.

Her clothes are pure black underneath the pale feathers to show that while she is an "angel", deep down, she is far from a good person.

She's also getting an actual skin color because from what I gathered myself from the show's heaven. Most of the souls there still retain a human appearance (Adam, Lute, St. Peter, and the other random human angels up there still look human..... but just don't mind the fact that most of them are white.)

Her hair is that ponytail she had in the finale because as much as I didn't like that episode, some designs looked actually decent.

Also, her hair actually covers the eye scar properly.

I wanted to keep her ribbon as a splash of brightness on her design but the OG ribbon looks a little out of place on a warrior so It became that (Plus it pays homage to her OG moth influence with its shape looking like the fluffy antennas of the moth)

Gave the spearhead a little bit of detail on it plus a chipped side so that it has a bit of charm as an old weapon she still decides to keep around.

A note about Valerie's design is that I haven't tackled the armor of angels yet so I was unsure of what pieces of the undesigned armor to give Valerie as of now.

Charlie:

I honestly actually enjoyed her Pilot hair, so I tried to put it back and also simplify it a bit so there are not a lot of strands for me to keep track of. Plus it was a genuinely cute design for her. (There's a reason that version was used in the Verbalase video.) <- I'M JOKING

Replaced her button nose with a goat's because a friend has commented how it looked like the noses of the women in a Goofy Movie and I will never be able to unsee that.

Her hair is also a lot brighter compared to her washed-out blonde color.

She has the same design thought process as Valerie, Covering the darkness of her true nature with white fluffy fur which is stylized like feathers at its ends. She has pitch-black skin underneath and looks like a proper nightmarish demon like the image below.

I ditched the tuxedo look, since almost all the cast has a similar outfit already, and gave her a jumpersuit instead. (Idk what it's really called but that's what I think it is). It's a light grey because she's a mix of bad and good (though a bright grey because she prefers to be on the good side)

Her horns are there and visible because yeah it's cute but also helps her read as the half-angel/half-demon character she is.

Tiny goat tail because can you imagine every time Valerie holds the rare angel smile of approval, her tail is visibly wagging in glee and excitement???? My heart would die. I love these lesbians with my life.

Has wings from her father.

Anyways, those are my thoughts and redesigns... I wanted to add more details to them but I didn't really know what to add that didn't feel unnecessary.

Also bonus! Concept art of Charlie's true form:

[phoenixblaze1412]

hawoo i like your writings soooooo much!!! can i request something like dottore as our father? like we're his child, literally. can be biological or adopted, up to u!!

His Legacy

Dottore doesn't have the time nor energy to find a lover and create a child with them. He doesn't even want to adopt one, there's a lot of processes that needs to be done before he can officially adopt said child.

If he wants a child, he prefers them to have his genes, a child that can follow in his footsteps and have the same knowledge as he does but from a different perspective of theirs.

What better way to make a child than in the laboratory.

After a month of finding the perfect resources and killing countless women to obtain the proper egg cells, he was able to create an infant, you.

He welcomed you into the world with a grin, his eyes staring back at yours, just the same color as his. He noticed your hair was blue as well, with the tips being a different color, possibly from the unknown mother's genes but he doesn't mind.

The segments all stood on one side of the room while staring at you, currently being held by Dottore himself as he held you out to the segments.

"What is that tiny thing?" "It looks like us but the tips of their hair is a different color." "Are they a failed segment?"

"This child you see before you is mine. I created them in the laboratory using a random woman's egg cell and adding my sperm cell to it. I expect the rest of you to take care of them as well. As for the name... let's call it (Y/n)."

You weren't much of a talker through the years of growing up but Dottore did found out your teeth were sharp like his, he was proud of himself to be able to create you that got most of his characteristics.

He personally taught you everything he knows, from the concept of science itself all the way to the medical field. You're already an expert at opening up a corpse at the fine age of nine without even vomiting or even disgusted at the sight and scent of blood.

Sometimes, the other harbingers would forcefully carry you out of the laboratory just to be able to enjoy the outside world and explore more, much to Dottore's annoyance.

Without the others knowing, Dottore would call a segment and order them to follow you and make sure that you're okay without being caught by his fellow harbingers.

You were given the nickname 'Mini Dottore' by Childe.

Whenever the eleventh harbinger called you that nickname, he would end up in your father's laboratory with a large bloody bite wound on either his arms or legs, courtesy of you.

On special experiments that requires a living test subject, Dottore wouldn't allow you to join in on the experiment, you would be taking the job of an assistant if an occasion arises.

Yes he taught you how to hold a scalpel and how to open up a body but he did it with a dead one. He didn't want you to kill a living organism yet, he may be crazy but he's not crazy enough to let his child watch a person screaming to death.

The segments would use you as a secret weapon if they were told to ask Pantalone for more fundings for their projects. They knew how the regrator couldn't say no to you. You may be a mini version of your father but you're way more adorable than him is what Pantalone stated.

We know Dottore's hair is usually around shoulder length but he doesn't know how to style it. With you in the picture, he had to deal with your hair because it would be everywhere and it is a big problem. It's either he cuts it short with scissors or style it.

He doesn't style it. He just grabs the nearest sharp object he could use and cut it short. He did thought of styling your hair like his but the idea was quickly thrown to the trash when you pouted at him. Luckily he knows how to do a ponytail, although quite messy but he makes sure it doesn't get in the way of your tasks.

Dottore would often be puzzled whenever he would see you caring for animals that were supposed to be used for his experiments. He concluded that this kind personality of yours could have belonged to the woman he killed back then, whoever she was. At least he didn't have to tell you who your mother was if you ever asked him, you were made in a pod chamber in his laboratory after all.

It may not seem like it but Dottore is proud to have you as his child. Aside from the new opinion and perspective he benefited from you, you grew on him and made him care for you.

'Father's little helper' is the nickname Dottore would coo at you whenever you assisted him with his experiments.

The segments treated you as their little sibling, making sure you're safe from harm. Doesn't matter if they get injured themselves because they can handle it but you on the other hand, are more fragile than them.

Dottore promised himself that he would never make you experience the things he went through in his past. He would never make you feel like a monster like he had endured back then.

Some would call you the second harbinger's apprentice, others would call you his pet.

The harbingers however, calls you Dottore's legacy.

[karlyboyyy]

In all seriousness, I really do think it’s entirely plausible that Kazuki and Rei can (and/or will) fall in love with each other, but I don’t necessarily see them as suddenly looking at each other with attraction and having that “why am I having these thoughts about another man?!” panic moment that seems to be a common trope in anime whenever gay romance is involved. Their relationship isn’t that simple. No, I think it will happen over time in a more subtle way. And I feel like we’ve already begun to see this unfold.

In episode 7, we learn that Kazuki struggles with his grief of losing his wife and unborn child, all while feeling overwhelmed and under-appreciated for all he does for Rei and Miri. He then tries to have a night of fun by gambling and surrounding himself with women, all things he would normally enjoy. But by the end of the night, he’s still miserable. Then he has the conversation with his sister-in-law, and we find out that he feels guilty about moving on and finding happiness for fear of forgetting his past love. But she reassures him that it’s okay to continue living his life. It’s what her sister, his wife, would want. And a small weight is lifted from his shoulders. And when he finally goes back home, and finds a sick Miri sleeping peacefully with a clearly-worried Rei sleeping at her bedside holding her hand, we see Kazuki gazing fondly at the two of them. The look on his face says “These two are my happiness.”

And I think that realization will continue over time. Now that Kazuki no longer feels as guilty about moving on, I think he’ll start to really see Rei as family. As someone he can build a life with. Someone he enjoys spending time with. Someone he truly loves and cares for. And a day will come when maybe he’s out running errands while Rei is at home with Miri, and a woman starts talking to him. Kazuki doesn’t think anything of it at first, but then he realizes she’s hitting on him… and surprisingly, he doesn’t feel any particular way about it. In fact, his mind instead wanders to “I wonder what Rei and Miri are doing. I better hurry back home.”

And Rei… he’ll start to open up more around Kazuki, and show his vulnerabilities. He’s already started doing this with Miri, but I think we’ll begin to see him telling Kazuki more about his past. Maybe not even in a dramatic reveal type of way, but more so in off-hand comments or random stories that he suddenly remembers. And without realizing that things have changed so much, he’ll find that he’s truly enjoying his life with Kazuki and Miri, that he can actually laugh about things and feel relaxed. And one night, as he’s trying to fall asleep in his bathtub, maybe he’ll struggle to get comfortable. So he instead finds himself going to Miri’s room and curling up on the floor next to her bed, and quickly falling asleep. Kazuki walks in to find him, laughs to himself, and without even thinking about it, picks Rei up and carries him to bed. Not Rei’s bed, though. No, Kazuki subconsciously realizes that Rei needed the comfort of having someone next to him while he slept, so without a second thought, he brought Rei to his own bed. And when he went to lie down next to Rei, he was careful not to get too close. He didn’t want to disturb him after all, and it’s not like he had any other intentions but to simply sleep near each other. But the next morning, Rei wakes up to find Kazuki’s arm around him. And it doesn’t even occur to him to move Kazuki’s arm. Instead, he just looks at Kazuki’s sleeping face, feels the warmth between them, and thinks “this… is nice actually.”

And eventually the both of them will realize that they would do anything to protect one another, do anything to make the other happy. And maybe one day they’ll start to see each other in a different light. Maybe Kazuki will begin to notice the way Rei’s eyes light up when he gets a new video game, or maybe he’ll see that one piece of Rei’s hair that refuses to stay in the ponytail and think “hah, that’s adorable.” And maybe Rei will start to compliment Kazuki on his cooking more because he knows it makes him happy, or maybe he’ll take Miri shopping to find the perfect birthday gift for Kazuki but ends up getting several things because this thing reminded him of Kazuki’s smile, and this thing is Kazuki’s favorite scent, and this thing reminded him of that inside joke they had, and this thing…

So instead of looking at each other one day and thinking “why am I having these thoughts and feelings about a man?!”, I think they’ll look at each other and think “this feels right. This makes sense. Of course I have these thoughts and feelings about him.” Because at that point, the love is already there.

[littleeyesofpallas]

well... after a lot of regret and having to resist the urge to course correct and turn this into a whole different project... I've compiled what is more or less all of the clear-ish-ly visible, unnamed background shinigami in Bleach, plus a few weird inbetween types who aren't unnamed and/or aren't "background" characters per say, but appear so infrequently that they might as well be.

I was going to try and track recurring characters but that quickly became untenable...

I was going to group them by similar looks in order to smooth over the ones that I couldn't be sure were recurring or just similar looking, but that was too much trouble...

I was going to separate out the named from the unnamed but got lazy...

I was going to include a bunch of others for technicality's sake but most of them were basically faceless stickmen in the background...

I was also going to include actual characters but then debated with myself over whether or not to include each of their unique outfits as a point of reference, but that's a whole massive thing all by itself --and I considered it because the idea behind this is sort of to be able to get a sense of what an "average" shinigami looks like, as far as face shapes, hair styles, accessories, etc... so to that end more costume details might have been nice

I know I threw the LN characters at the end but the forgot the other old zaraki, I'm probably not gonna bother fixing it

Other than a lot of generic anime shounen spikes and a few pompadours, and some predictably samurai-like topknots/ponytails, there are actually a surprising number of frizzy hair styles? It's hard to tell if some are more like punch perms or afros at times. Also a lot more glasses than I'd have expected?

And although I didn't expect my passing observation to actually hold true, there are in fact no random women in combat specifically throughout the whole manga. There are girls walking around the seireitei and the gotei facilities. There are specifically a few girls seen in groups of 4th division field medics. And there is just one nurse??? unless they've got a Nurse Joy thing happening. And the background girls are almost all black hair, twin tails, or a bun, and blunt bangs --I can't even tell if some of them might even be the same girl showing back up across different scenes, but i have no way of telling....

[pumpkinsouppe]

Here's my interpretations of all the OOT sages!! I have closeups of each sage and my thoughts behind their headcanon design changes below ^_^ (im alsooooo thinking of selling these as stickers if i ever figure out my silhouette)

Zelda

I headcanon Zelda is half Hylian half Sheikah with Impa being their aunt (mother’s sister, mother being full Sheikah and died when Zelda was young)

I also hc Zelda/Sheik as either transmasc or gender fluid depending on the interpretation of OOT I’m using, in this art Zelda is gender fluid and since I’m talking about sheik and Zelda a lot here I’ll just use they/them

Combined Zelda’s design with Sheik’s to make it more believable that they’re the same person this includes:

A skin color closer to Sheik’s concept art

Heterochromia, which is why sheik was hiding one of their eyes (and Zelda was forced to wear contacts or use magic to hide being half Sheikah post civil war)

Hylian pointed ears, another characteristic sheik had to hide (more info under Impa’s notes)

Lighter blond hair to be closer to Sheikah white hair

Sheik’s eye shape and eyebrows

Textured long hair, sheik would have a braid like in smash bros

Not pictured but if sheik is broad shouldered and muscular, then so is Zelda!!!!

Big forehead Zelda truther

Impa

Shares some traits with Zelda since I hc them as being related such as similar nose shape, eye shape, and skin tone

Textured hair styled into locs, tied into a short ponytail

Sheikah pointed ears, since Sheik hides their ears I thought it would be fun to have another different characteristic between the human races such as differing ear shapes. If Sheik showed their ears it would be a giveaway that they are not fully Sheikah

The rest is basically the same

Rauru

Rauru is perfect as he is all I did was give him spots on his skin to give him more accurate skin of an older person

Saria

So one thing I hc about Saria is that she was Link’s caretaker/mother figure in OOT so my main goal was to make her look childlike but have a more mature face

So I gave her rounder cheeks and made her smaller compared to everyone else and gave her larger eyes and a button nose but I also gave her some lines around her eyes to suggest age, I also gave her thinner eyebrows similar to a kid

I changed her eyes to brown bc I’m tired of all these blue eyed characters, there’s a severe drought of brown eyed characters in tloz

I gave her freckles

Her ears are also pointed upwards. I think the great deku tree did his best to make the kokiri look Hylian especially for link’s sake but he couldn’t get the ears right and they turned a little more animal-like since they live in the middle of the forest and are used to animals than humans. So kokiri look identical to Hylian children except the one difference is their ears being a different shape

Everything else is basically the same

Ruto

RUTOOOOOO ‼️‼️‼️‼️💕💕💕💕💕💕💕‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💕💕💕💕

Her size is much larger bc why are all the royal male zora 20 stories high but not the female zora, she would be almost as tall as Darunia at this age

I changed her eyes to be like all the other zora, it’s weird all the other zora have full color eyes yet she has human eyes 😭😭 you can tell the Zelda team was terrified about being called monster fuckers by committing fully to making Ruto have all the same traits as other zora

I also gave her freckles and added more spots on her to give her more texture and bc I love the way the Majora’s mask zora look

I haven’t drawn her body so I don’t have itemized changes but I’d make a couple more changes, other than that she’s perfect. Only smaller changes were made to just make her more zora-like than the design the devs used bc they were scared of idek what. Women can be beasts and monsters!!!! Cowards

Nabooru

Nabooru had the most changes besides Zelda but technically Zelda was a mash of two designs rather than fixing all of the issues with Nabooru’s design

My goal was to make her look like an actual person rather than a caricature such as changing her over exaggerated nose to be a hooked nose, removing the white on her lips, etc. If there is anything I need to change about my new design for her please let me know, I want to keep her recognizable without using the harmful designs the devs gave her

I gave her a darker skin color and gave her moles

I toned her red hair so that it looks more natural

I haven't fully decided on her clothes but considering she's in the desert i gave her long sleeves esp bc the area you find her in has crazy sandstorms

I'm still deciding if i keep her yellow eyes or not, i like their contrast and how it matches her eyeshadow but also I want more brown eyed characters

Darunia

The one big change about Darunia is making him more animal like by giving him more of a snout and a dog-like nose. I don't like how Gorons are designed in games like twilight princess and the white lips they have in majora's mask so my main goal was for him to just seem more animalistic and non-human

i also added lighter color around his nose area to suggest age similar to a dog

nothing else changes other than that

[mintnoodles]

[ID: Coloured cartoon/anime illustration of 3 women (Lucia: Plume, Lucia: Crimson Weave, Luna: Laurel) in regular attire, with yellow lighting. They look like a schoolgirl, biker chick and a comfy gamer respectively. They're described further in detail ahead. In the background are doodles of several characters. Lucia Plume stands, looking down wide eyed at a kermit plush in her hands. She wears an oversized green coat with red lining over a uniform (blouse, red tie, black skirt with red lining, stockings, leather shoes). Her skin is tan, her pigtails are done with rectangular red bobbles. Tiny horns poke out of her hair. Lucia Crimson Weave stands next to Plume with a wide legged, confident stance, hand in jacket pocket. She gazes to Plume from aside. She's tan, her white high ponytail done with a large bunnyear red ribbon. She wears a white jacket with red lining/accents and decorative zippers, red goggles around her neck, black turtleneck crop top exposing some underboob, navel piercing, denim shorts with belt chain, black fingerless gloves and ankle boots. Her legs feature several scratch scars. From her left hand dangles keys and a frog keychain. Luna sits with fingers clasped across knees, looking up at both Lucias with a slight smile. She's pale. Black bobbles tie up her shorter white twin tails. She wears black headphones with red accents. Draped over her is a thin white cardigan edged with a grey diamond pattern. Under is a blouse with a red ribbon and grey moon charm, anklelength white skirt, and grey socks. In the background are several doodles of other characters. Liv and Lee in school uniform. Liv has a braided bun and cochlear implant. Lee has a blazer and pimples and a neutral look. Liv smiles wide as she says 'Lucia! You can sit with us!' Commandant (in biker helmet and jacket with gray raven emblem) rubs their head awkwardly while presenting a wrapped gift with tag reading 'to: Lucia' Rosetta (in neck brace and arm cast) glares determinedly with yugioh card between 2 fingers, saying ''Alpha'. It's time to duel.' Behind her Diana in a deer sweater worriedly says 'rosetta please rest.' Phone with group chat named 'ASS NET'. 3 speech bubbles surround it: Exaggerated smiling chibi Roland emanating hearts. 1 heart bounces off a tearful chibi goth Lamia. 1 screenshot of of a youtube page featuring Lamia: Lost Lullaby's mermaid design. End ID.]

punishing gray raven but it's just the postapocalyptic rpg run by a very determined Luna for her younger sister and her friends. Chapter 1 to 8 is their shaky start to getting used to the system before they hit their stride, Luna gets better at narration, and a couple very weird dice rolls lead to wild story adaptation.

Read more for closeup of the phone

[ID: Luna's phone. The ASS NET group chat features some reaction emojies: Heart, skull, fish. The youtube page is a torso shot of Lamia: Lost Lullaby. The cut off title is 'v] ORIGINAL SONG || 'Lost lullaby'. The 3 recommended videos are: 2 Bros try ghost pepper challenge. Thumbnail is chibi wide smiling Kamui, angry Camu and a pepper. Study with me | 9 hours. Thumbnail is Chrome at a desk with a book. ASMR. Thumbnail is blank eyed Wanshi with a syringe. End ID]

[punkeropercyjackson]

Todomomo headcanons❤️‍🩹🍔

❤️‍🩹🍔T4T and autistic4autistic!!!!!!This is the ultimate Todomomo truth,hold onto it in your hearts!

❤️‍🩹🍔Biracial4Biracial too!!Shouto is part bangladeshi on Rei's side and Momo is a blasian latina(dominicana-mexican)and they teach eachother about their cultures

❤️‍🩹🍔Goth gf x Pastel gf,of the punk flavors for both!Dabi radicalized Momo as what started out as a plan to get at Shouto but started to actually love her as found siblings and pseudo-dad and daughter so it stuck

❤️‍🩹🍔Aaaaand both catkin!!They found out through taking quizzes in the middle of the night on Shouto's bed and Momo furiously snacking in nerves with him not minding and make almost all their diy and thrifted junk cat themed,watch cat videos a lot and have soooo many cat memes and cat facts saved as a result!

❤️‍🩹🍔Momo is 6'5 and thick as fuck(buff and fat queen),Shouto is 5'9 forever and her bisexual twunk(*Megan Thee Stallion voice*He love tall women)

❤️‍🩹🍔Their usual dates are cat cafes,boba shops,diy sessions,the arcade,playing Animal crossing,PlayPlaces(non-Mcd.onalds,the Bnha verse version by McHeroes!!),library visits,basement shows,cryptid/ghost hunting and skateboarding and rollerblading!!Momo loves her some burgers and Shouto makes sure her drink is always warm/cold enough for her

❤️‍🩹🍔Momo gets insecure about wearing swimsuits so Shouto hypes her up and calls her hot,pretty,cute,etc with no filter and it embarrasses her so she tells him to shup up but can't help but actually feel better even as she covers her face

❤️‍🩹🍔And she returns the favor when he gets top surgery and is unsure over his new scars,raving about how handsome he is and how she has the 'manliest' boyfriend ever and he shyly tells her to quit it but gets sad when she stops so she keeps going

❤️‍🩹🍔Red velvet food is a Todomomo aesthetic -not necessarily their favorite food but look at red velvet based foods and tell me they aren't Todomomo core.Ya can't!!Dual Kawaii is also Todomomo core but that goes without saying

❤️‍🩹🍔Very much a fluff couple-They cover eachother in kisses but rarely on the lips unless it's just the two of them,hold hands and sit on eachother's laps in public with zero sexual undertones,no filter compliments with zero hesitation,piggy back rides and even rubbing/bonking/snuzzling their heads together like cats

❤️‍🩹🍔Speaking of which,Momo is longer and bigger than Shouto by a significant amount so he makes sure to carry her around and make her feel princess-y as often as possible so her dysphoria and ptsd don't haunt her

❤️‍����🍔Shouto lets Momo,Rei and his siblings(including the rest of the Tea Blend Crew)and ONLY Momo,Rei and his siblings(including the rest of the Tea Blend Crew)touch his scar.Momo created an oinment for it and he asks her apply it to him sometimes

❤️‍🩹🍔Momo's usual hairstyle is a butterfly locs ponytail and Shouto's hair is naturally straight and down to his mid-back.Shouto's favorite hairstyles on Momo are afropuffs,twists,dreads and a heart fade she had at one point and Momo convinced Shouto to grow out his hair by telling him she likes it better after he accidentally let it grow past his shoulders(babyboy is down bad LMFAO)

❤️‍🩹🍔After they get together,Momo starts dying her hair split down the middle pink to show Shouto how much she loves that they're the same in so many ways but that he also makes her feel like her own person and Shouto starts wearing his hair in high ponytails because he felt like he was broken before she came along and gave him a piece of herself so that he could feel complete instead of only half and half

❤️‍🩹🍔Shouto is a musician(guitarist)and Momo is an artist.Think those Hobie Brown and Miles Morales fanarts,Punkflower is so Todomomo-coded

❤️‍🩹🍔Chocolate covered strawberries are their signature food.They love both individually too,like Momo's ruby chocolate safe food and Shouto having an 'Kisses from when i'm not here' Hershey's Kiss jar at their place,but they had a chocolate fountain at the restaurant they went to on their first date and they fed eachother the strawberries after dipping them in it that night so it brings up special memories♡

❤️‍🩹🍔'Why does Shouto call you babygirl?' 'Gender validation'(Momo is so bbg,Shouto is so real for that /platonic).Momo in turn calls Shouto 'Kit Cat' and 'Gatitito' and he calls her 'Beloved' but in bengali

❤️‍🩹🍔They research their special interests and infodump together and find goods of them for eachother,as well as making extra personalized versions of merch

❤️‍🩹🍔They also watch preschooler/elementary school/middle school shows and movies and do facepaint,eat stuff like cat shaped grilled cheese sandwitches and strawberry milk,draw with chalk during after school hours,do matching kandi,Momo frequently wears overalls and Shouto frequently wears skull shapped goggles,etc.Kidcore love!!

❤️‍🩹🍔Momo is what allowed Dabi and Shouto to repair their relathionship.He mentored Momo so he hangs out with them all the time and is a reliable older figure in their lives way more than Endeavour and the Yaoyorozu parents ever were and also helped them figure out how to get together and date properly thanks to his own slowburn experience with Jin

❤️‍🩹🍔Specifics:He'll chaperone them at punk shows so they know what they're doing,he also provides advice on how to be vigilantes,he has zero fucks to give about 'keeping up his image' so he participates in some of the kiddy stuff they do as bonding and he's trans autistic himself so he helped them on transitioning with diy'd hrt and steals shit for them as gifts too

❤️‍🩹🍔And people/the media in-universe try to add him as a pedo cishet bullshit love triangle thing so the three of them worked together into scaring them into never doing it again

❤️‍🩹🍔Also if Todomomo is chocolate covered strawberries,Shouto,Momo and Dabi is cotton candy with oreo pieces(iykyk)

❤️‍🩹🍔Dabi's given chronic pain meds made by Momo with her quirk too!!

❤️‍🩹🍔Shouto has a special interest in lost media and Momo loves it too but perfers niche femme things like Shopkins

❤️‍🩹🍔Todomomo piercings:Angel bites,septum and industrial(Shouto)and spider bite,studed ears and belly button ring(Momo)

❤️‍🩹🍔And if i said they're Ghibli romantics?Both the dynamic + They're huge Studio Ghibli fans

❤️‍🩹🍔Please imagine Shouto and Momo in the Family Guy death pose after having their first energy drinks combos Grimace Shake memes style

❤️‍🩹🍔Their MLP ship counterpart is Sunset Shimmer and Pinkie Pie(Red-coded redeemed teenage dirtbag x Pink-coded sunshine fluffball with reality warping)

❤️‍🩹🍔They're huge Mcr fans.Not That Kind of Girl and To The End are Todomomo anthems and they have Killjoysonas they ship together!!

[ganymedesclock]

I don't believe institutional misandry is real but I do believe there is an aspect of white, cis-hetero-amato-normative patriarchy that requires male suffering.

At the core of misogyny and queerphobia is the revelation these are tools to police masculinity. This entire system is contingent on that men are afraid they are doing it wrong. The Other is used to threaten, this could be you if you step out of line. And the tightrope that it herds its hypothetical perfectly normal men onto burns the feet.

A Real Man should want a wife and want to have sex with that wife to produce biological offspring. But he oughtn't be a father. Change a diaper? Good heavens, you're emasculated. The most acceptable parental emotion a man is allowed to have, encouraged to look up to, is a kind of territorial rage, the superhero avenging his dead tragic girlfriend, the gun-toting furious dad clutching his little helpless baby girl who's all he has left.

A Real Man should be young-looking, sexually potent, and studly, but he mayn't under any circumstances be caught committing artifice or seduction. Cleanliness or fastidiousness becomes suspect. But of course every fictional male model we're given to look up to, most of them are played by men dieted and styled and carefully dressed and painted and polished with extravagant artifice. But we are led to believe, this is just a Real Man. He's So Manly he is cashing an exception with his bank account of testosterone.

A Real Man is a starving, isolated animal. A Real Man becomes desperate on the woman he is told is his only possible outlet for softness, vulnerability, compassion and understanding, which no human being can live without and which women are not inherently more blessed with any of those traits besides men.

Meanwhile, the two-year-old boys that I watch scamper and play at my workplace seem a fascinating form of animal. If they comprehend themselves as boys at all, it is without this anxiety of competition. They do not see themselves as defined by absence to flinch from anything that's too feminine. They seize princess dresses from the dress-up station, excited by bright fabrics and plastic jewels. They quarrel for teacher attention when they see their long-haired classmates being given braids or ponytails, me too me too me too!

At this point, they are motivated not by a fear of being an inadequate man but by a love for being exactly what they are right now. Whatever experience appeals to them, they want it. As I watch these boys age, I watch many of them- as early as age three- begin to squirm with anxiety. They have spoken to girls too much. Only boys are ordinary, uncomplicated friends. In a few years, will they dread the time they now spend playing house?

Misogyny and queerphobia make a wasteland of masculinity for everyone, in the process of recruiting soldiers for the crusades against the "unmanly". Those campaigns would dry up in the face of meaningful, healthy masculinity that isn't built on a terror of inadequacy and a territorial selfishness not reflected by the world we live in. None of these traits are inherent to men. We can do better. We can escape this. We will live fuller, happier lives without it.

[atlaculture]

Cultural Fashion: Aunt Wu

Okay, I officially retract my previous post about Aunt Wu’s head dress.

By pure accident, I’ve stumbled across the real inspiration behind Aunt Wu’s character design: jūnihitoe (十二単) robes. Junihitoe robes are a style of formal court dress first worn during the Heian period by noble women and ladies-in-waiting in the Japanese Imperial Court. Nowadays, this style of dress can be seen on hina dolls and members of the Japanese royal family during important ceremonies. Although much less elaborate, Aunt Wu’s clothing shares a similar silhouette and many design elements with junihitoe robes: wide sleeves, thigh-length coat, and a long skirt split down the middle to show off an underskirt.

Paired with the ceremonial junihitoe robes is the ceremonial hairstyle called osuberakashi (大垂髪), meaning “great bound hair”. Osuberakashi is a hairstyle meant to show off the impressive length of a woman’s hair; the hair close to the scalp is styled into a large bouffant while the remainder of the hair is tied into a low ponytail. The bouffant is decorated with traditional hair accessories or kamiagegu (髪上げ具): the crescent-shaped accessory is a decorative hair comb called a hirakushi (平櫛) and the circular accessory is called a hirabitai (平額). The ponytail is decorated with colorful hair ties. Aunt Wu’s hair possesses all of these characteristics and accessories, although her hirabitai lacks the decorative prongs of the original--- probably for ease of animation.

I don’t think there’s any particularly deep reason for why they chose this style for Aunt Wu. The overall junihitoe aesthetic looks elegant, important, and long-standing--- an image that Aunt Wu tries hard to foster. I guess we could headcanon that Aunt Wu might originally be from Kyoshi Island, since her cultural inspiration is the same (Heian-period Japan).

Fun Fact: Wigs emulating this traditional hairstyle are available online. They’re called marukamoji (丸髢).

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[robogart]

Watching my friend play baldur's gate 3 and it's been very fun but now I have been spite-inspired to draw fat Shadowheart because we should see a person who looks like they could actually feasibly one-hand a mace and a big shield with their counterweight and not be an anime-waifu, ariana grande ponytail, tiny person with a mcguffin and no character depth. OOF can you tell my feelings for this character or what???? (She also just sounds SO young, and the fact that she's so small like??? ughhhhh it just feels gross) (granted, I'm not super into a lot of the writing for most of the characters - especially the women - but alas.... = _ =;;)

I just hmmmmmmmm not here for this edgelord I'm Not Like Other Girls energy. You CAN be a character who is unlikeable and interesting - I DO love that. But she feels like she has no actual personhood? And don't blame that on the memory wipe, because if you took out a chunk of memories, there would just be floating emotion without any context, and that in itself is SO disturbing for a person to deal with? Let's see her UNHINGED, holding on by a THREAD, to the lifeline that is this evil god that she worships and this directive/mission she has. Instead she's just....there. Ugh - I'm just not 100 into the writing in the game and the women just feel very blandly written and delivered and it's Too Bad, as usual.

Anyways....fat babe shadowheart coming soon 👏💖

[justagirlwholikesadam]

The Wolf Among Men

WARNING : RATED M, Death, Mention of Rape, Attempt Rape, Violence, Witchcraft, Themes of Religion, Miscarriage, Shapeshifting, Worship, BLOOD BLOOD

A/N: Thank you for everyone who liked and commented on this story. I'm so happy you guys are liking it. Remember to comment and like. PLEASE READ THE WARNING TAGS BEFORE READING! Enjoy - L

Summary: Jon was told that his eldest sister, Y/n arrived to Castle Black. He was surprised when Y/n arrived with The Hound, Sandor Clegane.

Word Count: 11.2K

━ ◦ ❖ ◦━ Chapter Four

It took you a minute to realize someone was talking to you. You were out of breath and your arms were sore but you couldn't stop. You had to get enough wood for the next trip into town. Unaware of your surroundings, you didn’t even notice the man hiding behind the trees staring at you, planning on making his next move. 

You looked ahead and he was a few feet away from you. He had raven hair that was tied in a low ponytail. His eyes were dark and his smile made you anxious. He had one of those smiles, the same smiles given to you from the people in King’s Landing. 

“What?” You asked him as you wiped the sweat off your forehead with the sleeve of your tunic shirt. You had seen him around when Ray introduced you to the group. 

“I asked if I could help you.” You weren’t sure why he was asking, no one helped you when you became part of the group. You were an outcast amongst them. He looks over at Stranger who was always with you, usually tied up in the nearest tree. You had Stranger with you at all times when you were outside. The horse followed your every move. The dark mare was smart and acted almost like a protector during Sandor’s absence. 

Stranger had come to trust you just like he trusted his owner, Sandor. A woman in the group who was fond of animals gifted you some apples which Stranger ate greedily. You were relieved that another woman was talking to you, but it ended quickly when she started talking about the Children of the Forest and other mythical creatures you had read in fairy tales. She was kind hearted and didn't deserve the horrible words aimed towards her. You couldn't dislike her especially when she gave you a flower and told you that the Children of the Forest wanted to help Sandor. You didn't believe her at first because how can a flower save an injured man but you followed her words and made a paste of the strange looking flower. The petals were yellow and green. The middle part of the flower was prickly but didn’t hurt when touched. The best you can describe the smell of the flower was the scent of ale.  

“I’m Isaac.” He was walking closer to you but stopped when he saw you were still holding on to your ax. You didn’t respond to him at all, you continued to stare at him. 

“Are you really with that fellow in the shack?” He questioned. This made you frown. He was there when Ray gathered men from the group to carry Sandor away from the bottom of the cliff. He knows the answer so why is he asking, you thought. 

“Yes, I’m his wife.” You lied because that was the first thing Ray had told you to do when he took you to meet the group. Ray gave you a concerned look when you told him the truth about not being married and whispered to you to lie to the rest of the group that you were. Feeling uncomfortable with the wandering eyes from the men of the group. It was at that moment that you realized why Ray had told you to lie. You even avoided the looks the women in the group gave you. They noticed the pretty dress you had on and from that they knew you weren’t around here. 

“Why do you ask?” Isaac shook his head before letting out a chuckle of disbelief.

“What a lucky man he is.” Isaac said as he took another step towards you but you took a step back, your hand tightening around the handle of the ax. 

“What do you want? I’m occupied with this.” You pointed at the pile of chopped wood on the ground with the ax.  

"What do I want?” Isaac looked at you shamelessly up and down. You wished Sandor was awake and next to you so he can warn this man off. 

“Just want to help.” You didn’t believe him so you didn’t answer him. 

He got the message that you weren’t going to talk and bid his goodbye to you. You watched as he gave you one last look over his shoulder before walking away towards the camp site. Letting out a sigh of relief when he left, you glanced over at Stranger who was staring at you. Stranger titled his head to the side as you walked over to pet its head. You felt Stranger tense up and you gently hummed to it trying your best to relax the horse. Running your finger through its hair, it calms Stranger. You weren't the only one freaked out about Isaac. 

The sun was setting and you had forgotten all about Isaac. You were done with supper and had piled the logs to sell outside the shack. You were cleaning your hands before aiding Sandor’s wound. You clenched and released your hands multiple times, trying to get rid of the stiffness and soreness. 

You wouldn’t forget the day that Ray gave you an ax when you told the group that you would do a man's work in exchange for Sandor and you to have shelter and food. Ray tried to talk to you out of it but you wouldn't have it. You were going to work your ass off and you did. Ray taught you how to swing an ax and gather the wood.  You cried the next day from the pain on your hands and shoulders. You weren’t used to manual labor, you didn’t work a day in your life and you thought about the times you would skip lessons with Septa Mordane. She would reprimand you for skipping. She would tell you that a woman’s job is to know how to sew and how to be a proper lady. 

You wonder how the sweet elderly lady would have reacted if she saw you now. Wearing pants, hair greasy as well as knotted. Dirt underneath your fingernails along with beginning stages of calluses forming on the palm of your hands. 

When finishing work you spend your evenings alone mostly, Ray would often visit just to see how you were doing and give you any sort of news about joining you on the next trip into town to sell wood. The times he wasn’t there to visit, you thought about your family. 

You thought about Robb and his wife that you never met. Your parents, you missed your mother’s kisses and your father’s warm hugs. Arya and Bran’s endless energy and Rickon’s kind heart. You thought about the times how Sansa would beg you to brush her hair like yours and even knowing about the betrayal from Theon, you couldn’t help but think of him well. Theon didn’t have the Stark family name but you thought of him as one just like Jon. 

Memories of them were your only company and you thought that you had cried a lot during your stay in King's Landing but you were wrong. Your eyes were always puffy, cheeks were blotchy and you thought you were going to lose your mind when it came to Sandor. 

You sobbed as Ray held you when the maesters popped his knee back in and cleaned his wounds. You have never seen so much blood in your life before but as the days grew you followed the maesters’ instructions on how to clean and look after it. You finally managed to not cry whenever you saw the nasty wound on his knee. You wash the dirt and blood off his body. You cleaned him daily, and changed his clothes. You spend endless nights by his side dabbing the sweat off his forehead and neck when fever took hold of him. 

You pull the blanket up to Sandor's chest when finishing cleaning his wound and lean forward to comb his grown out beard with your fingers, pushing his hair out of his face while tucking a strand behind his ear. You feel your throat starting to close up and your vision goes blurry with tears. You missed him so much. Letting your fingers linger on his face, you lightly trace his nose and lips. You were utterly exhausted, tired from the workload and tired from the heat. You were tired of seeing Sandor still in a deep slumber. You grew more worried that he would never wake up. 

“Sandor.” You whispered to him.  “Can you hear me?” Tears rolled your cheeks when Sandor gave you no response. 

The maesters had told you before leaving for good that Sandor may never wake up. Sandor might be a cripple and would have to be bedridden for life. 

“Give me a sign, Sandor. Please.” You begged him. Sandor seemed to be getting better, his fever had gone down but he made no movement yet. He hasn’t even opened his eyes or moved his legs. 

“Wake up.” You cried out softly as you laid your head on his chest. Closing your eyes when you hear his heartbeat, it was strong. You cried as you hugged him, laying on him trying to get the same feeling of warmth and security he had provided to you during your travels together. 

“Please wake up.” Begging into his chest, you wept more. 

Your head shot up when you heard someone knocking. You sniffed and wiped your tears quickly. 

“Ray?” You called out, running your hand through your knotted hair. Wanting to look presentable for Ray. The person behind the door didn’t answer, the door was pulled open and your face dropped when you saw Isaac by the entrance. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked him as you looked around the shack, your heart fell to your stomach when you realized you left your ax outside next to the pile of wood. The only weapons were below the makeshift bed Sandor laid on. You had hidden his sword along with his knife so no one could steal it. 

“I was on a walk when I heard you crying. I wanted to make sure you’re fine.”  

“I’m fine. You can leave now. I wish to be alone.” You rose up from the bed, eyeing his every move. 

“Alone?” Isaac stepped into the shack and shut the door. 

“A pretty thing like you, alone? It’s such a shame.” You started to tremble by the tone of his voice and that smile he gave you. 

“You take such good care of your husband.” He stops a few inches away from the bed. 

“But who takes care of you?” He asks. “Please leave.” He frowns at you and his eyes darken at your plea. 

“I’m trying to help you here!” He shouted at you. “Let me take care of you.” 

You look over his shoulder to see the door, you were thinking if you ran quick enough you would be able to get to Ray. The hope of escaping and running to Ray disappeared when you saw Isaac taking a knife out of his belt and pointed it at you. 

“Plea-.” Isaac shook his head at you as he hushed you to be quiet. 

“It doesn’t have to be hard, girl. Drop your pants and bend over at the edge of the bed.” You let out a whine and shook your head at him. 

“BEND OVER!” Isaac shouted making you flinch. “I’ll fuck you bloody girl. I’ll rape that cunt in front of him.” 

“I’ll kill him if you don’t obey.” Isaac smiled when he saw tears rolling down your face as he pointed the knife at Sandor. He saw you move towards the edge of the bed near him. 

“Good.” He starts to breathe heavily, his eyes grew wide at the sight of your trembling body. He holds the knife in one hand while he palms himself over his trousers with the other hand. 

“Drop your pants and show me that cunt.” You turn your back towards him. You cried as you stared at Sandor. You couldn’t believe you were going to be taken advantage in front of Sandor. 

“Aim for the heart, little wolf.” Sandor’s voice echoed inside your head. 

You began to wail when you felt Isaac behind you, sniffing your hair loudly. You felt him grab your hair from the back and pulled it harshly towards his face. 

“I never fucked a lass with her husband in the same room before.” He told you as you felt the tip of his knife digging your lower back. 

“Please.” You cried out and he pushed you down on the bed. You let out a sob when you felt him rip your trousers off with his knife. 

“Be quiet. Don’t want to wake him up.” Isaac laughed as he began to grope your ass. 

“Aim for the heart, little wolf.” 

Unwanted hands grabbed your behind, you hear Isaac’s moans grow louder behind you and his taunting words of you being raped was making you lose all faith in yourself. You heard about the girls who shared the same horrid fate say that it’s best to lay still and hope he finishes quickly. You were about to accept your fate and you were about to reach out to hold Sandor’s hand that rested on his side when you remembered his words. 

“Kick him in the legs. He will fall to the ground and that would be your opportunity. Aim for the heart, little wolf.” 

“Give me a little moan.” Isaac said. He was going to pull his trousers down when you immediately kicked him from behind, hitting his shin. You heard him fall to the ground and you went down to the floor to grab Sandor’s knife under the makeshift bed. 

“Fucking bitch.” You cried out, you were close to grabbing the knife when you felt a pair of hands grab your ankles pulling you out of the makeshift bed. 

Isaac shouted as he kicked you in the stomach. You held your stomach when he managed to grab his knife from the floor and walked towards Sandor. Your eyes widened when Isaac raised his knife. 

“No!” You shouted and pushed yourself up. You had managed to get on the bed on the other side and grabbed onto Isaac’s wrist. With little strength you had left, you held him off. He pulled your hair with his other hand but you grabbed the knife screaming as the blade dug into your flesh. Isaac’s eyes grew at the sight of you grabbing the blade with your bare hand. He dropped the knife to the ground and pulled you over Sandor’s body, dropping you to the ground. 

“Crazy bitch.” You heard him yell at you. 

“No!” You yelled as he was about to grab the knife but he turned you on your back, getting on top of you. You started to claw his face as he sat on you, his legs on either side of you. He brought his hands to your neck and began to choke you. 

“When I’m done with you. Everyone is going to have their turn at you.” Isaac jeered at you as he lifted you by the neck and slammed your head on the wooden floor boards. You gasped for air as he slammed your head once more. You slapped his face with both hands, blood from the cut coated his face.

You were losing consciousness, you began to see spots in your vision and you knew if you shut your eyes, it would be over. Sandor will be killed, you were going to get raped and you were going to die. Your life will end the moment you close your eyes. 

You looked to the right to see his knife near you, this was your only chance to survive. You pressed the palm of your hand on his eyes, spreading your blood all over it as you used your other hand to grab the knife. You gritted your teeth and shouted in pain when he grabbed a hold of your bloody hand. His eyes were stinging from the blood, the moment he shut his eyes to wipe it off. He let out a gasp when felt something pierced through his chest. He let go of your hand and opened his blood shot eyes, he dropped his mouth open when he saw his knife impaled in his chest.  

He looks down at you, letting out a whimper as he falls on top of you. You pushed him off of you and stared at him with wide eyes. You killed him, you killed someone. You cried as you held your wounded hand against your chest. The adrenaline was wearing off and your anger grew. Your eyes harden at the sight of him and you quickly got on top of him just as he did to you. You shouted and grabbed the handle of his knife with your good hand. You started to stab him in the chest repeatedly over and over again. You can hear his flesh being sliced, his blood was splattered across your face as you continued.

Flashes of your father being beheaded appeared as you kept stabbing him. The sight of Robb’s wolf sewn onto his body made you scream as you started to stab Isaac in the head. The evil smile on Joffrey's face. The look Cersei gave you when you were being beaten. Lastly, images of a small child being pushed against the fire. The child screams echo inside your mind and the face of Gregor appears. 

“Y/n!” 

You stopped at the sound of a familiar voice and looked towards the door. The door was opened and Ray stood there with a horrified face. His eyes shifted to you and Isaac. You looked down at Isaac’s mangled face. He was unrecognizable, you dropped the knife. Looking over at Sandor, you began to hyperventilate and let out a sob when you saw a knife embedded into his chest. 

“Sandor?!” You cried out, about to get up you heard a screeching sound next to you. You looked back at Ray who was turned into a wight. Ray had transformed into one and you quickly looked back at Sandor who was now sitting up on the bed, the knife still in his chest. He dropped his mouth open to let out a terrifying screech. His eyes turned bright blue and the bed started to catch on flames. You remained still as Sandor began to crawl towards you, snarling at you as his entire body was consumed in flames. 

Gasping for air, you woke up from your sleep. You shoot straight up from bed trembling, breathing heavily as you look around. You were in a room alone. You let out a sob you were holding in. Ray and Sandor became one of the dead. The same dead you fought beyond the walls. You had to see Sandor, you had to make sure he was safe. The last thing you remember was shouting and how tired you felt from running after carrying Jon on your back. 

Quickly, you pushed the blankets of fur off of you, you stopped when you felt light headed. Taking deep breaths you carefully managed to get out of bed, your legs shook as you stood up. You looked down at yourself to see you wore a white undergarment dress. You took a moment to look around you, you saw a table near you. Towels, sheets and pitchers along with bowls were on the table. You noticed the dirty rags on the floor. You weren't alone, someone was here with you. You were going to step away from the bed when you came down with a thud on the floor. Wincing as you pushed  yourself up to your knees you looked around the room again. 

“Sandor!” You shouted out but was answered with silence. 

Once again you took a moment to breathe. You felt so weak, tired and so hungry. It’s been so long since you last ate. You were thinking about just laying down on the ground until someone arrived. When you looked down at your hands, you saw the healed scar on your palm. You thought of your dream. This dream felt too real unlike the others you had before you fell ill. 

You had to see Sandor, you had to make sure that he was alright. You had to see if your brother was alive as well. You began to crawl to the table near you. Grunting as you grabbed the edge of the table and pulled yourself up. Managing to get up you leaned against the table. Looking down at the half empty bowls on the table you saw a small mirror. Rising it up to see your reflection, you were glad you were back to normal. You had transformed back into a human. You didn’t know how you managed to do it. You looked tired and sickly. Your eyes were dull,  lips were dried and cracked. You placed the mirror back down on the table not wishing to see yourself anymore. You didn't look like you anymore. Letting out a soft moan as you flex your sore feet. Your toes cracked before you began to take a few steps towards the door. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about the dream. Sandor had died and he became one of those dead creatures. You saw he went up with the rest of the group on the dragon. Slowly walking to the door you stopped when you saw your ax, the weapon was leaning against the door frame. It had to be the lack of food, perhaps it was the stress but the dream had disturbed you deeply that all you can think of was finding Sandor and making sure he was ok. Ignoring the stomach pains, you leaned down to grab your ax. Using your weight to push the door open, you winced when the freezing wind hit your face. You began to stumble down the hallway ignoring the cold sting on your bare feet. Your hair whipped as another gust of wind blew, you walked to the end of the hall and began to step down the stairs. Your eyes grew wide at the sound of people. 

“Sandor!” You shouted with all your might as you walked down the snow covered stairs using the ax as a cane. 

“Lady Y/n!” 

You step into the courtyard, you can see a few members of the Night Watch staring back at you. Some looked at you stunned while others looked terrified, they started to walk away when you began to walk towards the center of the courtyard. 

“Sandor!” You cried out as you looked around, looking for him. More of the members of the Night Watch had walked out to the courtyard at the sound of your cries. You feared that your dream became true when you didn't see Sandor. You dropped your ax as you started to cry. 

“Y/n!” You looked ahead to see Sandor standing at the edge of the courtyard. Beric and Thoros peeking behind him.  They were in the dining hall when one of the wildings came running inside saying that the great goddess of the wolf had woken up. 

Sandor quickly ran as best he could to you. Jon and Daenerys along with Ser Davos came out of Jon's office at the sound of shouting. Jon froze when he saw you standing in the middle of the courtyard. You were practically shaking in the cold. Your bare arms and legs were getting red from the harsh cold winds. 

You had leapt into Sandor’s arm. Sandor wrapped his arms around you, his lips pressed against your forehead as you sobbed into his chest. Sandor quickly untied his fur cape and wrapped it around you when he pulled away. 

“I saw you-.” Sandor shook his head as you kept crying. He couldn’t understand you. 

“I killed him! Isaac, but he got to you, first. I didn't see the other knife. I didn't see it. You became one of them!” Sandor cupped your face when you started to get hysterical, screaming the name Isaac and the hidden knife. 

“Y/n, calm down.” Sandor told you firmly but you didn't stop.

 You have started to grab Sandor’s coat, pulling the laces almost ripping it. You ignore Sandor’s words to calm down. You had to see it for yourself. Sandor tensed up when he felt your cold fingers touch his bare chest. Your cries quieted down as you touched him, the hair on his chest felt warm. He wiped the tears off your cheeks as you placed your palm against his chest.

“He killed you and you became one of the dead.” You whispered to him. Sandor held you close. 

“I'm not dead, Y/n. I'm here and you're here with me.” Sandor softly said, rubbing his thumb over your cheek trying to help you calm down. 

“You’re here.” You said as you felt his heartbeat under your touch. Sandor grabbed your wrist, bringing your hand up to his lips. He nodded at you as he kissed your knuckles. 

“I’m here and you're here.” He repeated over and over again. You hugged him once more. He threw a glare at the men from the Night Watch who stared.  He had forgotten about them, he had forgotten that both of you were still in the middle of the courtyard in front of everyone. He didn't believe at first that you were awake but he heard you calling out for him after one of the wildings came into the dinning hall. 

You lifted your head from Sandor’s chest when you heard your name being called out. Sandor had turned around along with you, Jon was there in the courtyard. His eyes were wide and filled with tears, he gave you a smile. 

“Go.” Sandor whispered to you as he tied the laces of the cape tighter.  He watched as you ran to your brother. Jon had started to run towards you as you walked to him. Jon cried as you held him, kissing your forehead as he hugged you. You were alive.

“I missed you.” Jon whispered. “Me too. I missed you so much.” You told him crying.

“I thought you were going to die.” You told Jon as you pulled away to look at his face. Jon has aged, you can see in his eyes that he was tired, his hair was longer. He didn't look like the same boy that left Winterfell. You smiled when you touched his chin, he was growing a beard now.  

“You saved me. You saved all of us. Daenerys said you showed her the way to us.” You looked above to follow Jon’s gaze, you saw a white haired woman leaning against the wooden railing. 

“The dragons.” You whispered looking back at Jon who nodded. 

“Yes, do you remember? They followed you.” You leaned against Jon, grabbing his coat and looked around. 

“Where’s the rest?” You asked softly. Jon pointed behind Sandor. You looked over at the pair standing at the edge of the courtyard.

“Lady Y/n.” Thoros welcomed you as Beric and he walked towards you. He let out a surprised yelp when you hugged him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Beric was shocked when he also received a hug from you as well. “I’m so glad to see you both.” You said with a smile. 

“My lady, you need shoes.” Beric said with eyes filled with concern. You looked down at your bare feet in the snow. The one eyed man was going to say something else when he heard your stomach growling. 

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Sandor and the rest couldn’t help but stare as you ate. You weren't really breathing as you stuffed your face with chicken and stew. With your mouth full of food, you grabbed a slice of bread near you soaking it up in the stew. He even casted a look over to Jon who was going to stop you but didn't when he saw how famished you were. Jon put the utensils down, figuring it’s pointless now. 

They all knew you had to be hungry since falling ill then being dead and waking up again to only find yourself beyond the wall with no food. Lastly when you did return you were passed out for two days and for those two days they stayed in your room. The atmosphere in the room was tense. The group were quiet and thinking about what they just witnessed in the courtyard. It was something out of this world, the things you hear about in fantasies. A person turning into a wolf and not just any person, you. The ritual worked, you came back from the dead but you came back as something different. 

Men shouting was heard outside of your room and they did their best to ignore it. Jon watched as Sandor squeezed the excess water from the rag he used to wipe the dried blood from your body. He had flat out refused for the maesters to look over you and dressed your minor wounds.

‘He didn’t do fucking shit when she was sick. I don’t want him around her.’ Sandor yelled when the maesters was brought into the room. Word had spread like wildfire in the East Watch all the way to Castle Black about you being alive and being a creature. 

Tormund had told the group when bringing supplies into the room that the men of Night Watch were calling you evil while the wildings called you the Goddess of the Wolf. Beric and Thoros stood guard by the door on the inside as Ser Davos and Jorah tried their best to calm down the angry crowd standing outside the door. The words monster and ungodly were shouted when you transformed back. Sandor had carried you up the stairs while the group was ready to defend you. 

The rag that was once white, is now a reddish brown. Sandor remained quiet for the most part as he cleaned you. He stared at the light scratch marks on your body, it was from the wights. 

“Thought you would get turned into one if they touched you?” Sandor asked Jon who sat behind him getting treated by the maesters. 

“Guess their nails don’t count.” Jon said, wincing as the maesters treated the cut on his shoulder. 

“Maybe because she wasn’t human.” Beric told them.

“The polar bear was one of them. Doesn't make sense.” Thoros spoke out before the maesters told Jon how very lucky he is that he didn’t get frostbite. Jon told them about you rescuing him from the icy cold waters and using your body to keep him from freezing to death. 

Sandor stops in mid cleaning when he reaches your thighs and his stomach twisted at the sight of dry blood on your inner thighs. He remembered what the red priestess told him. A life for a life. He knew the moment you woke up, he had to tell you. He just hoped you wouldn’t be mad at him for doing it. He felt responsible for turning you into this creature, into a wolf. His worry grew when he saw you were alive and he wondered if you would grow to resent him. 

Sandor wipes it softly and halts when he feels your leg tense up. He looked at your face, trying to see if you would wake up. You moved your head to the side and let out a deep sigh in your sleep. 

“She ran a lot.” Jon had told him. 

“She was faster than a horse, it was amazing how fast she is.” Sandor tried his best not to lose his shit. You were a wolf, you transformed back into a human. The wolf that saved them beyond the wall was you. The door knocked causing everyone to pause. 

“It’s me.” Jon looked over at the door and nodded to them to open. Daenerys walked inside with Jorah and Ser Davos. 

Her eyes widened at Jon’s bare chest. She was told about Jon and how he came back to life. She thought it was a joke, a trick to make her give Jon her army to fight with the dead. She looked at his healed wounds, he had so many. Daenerys quickly walked towards him, unraveling a white fabric she was holding. 

“Should work until she makes it back home.” Jon let out a gracious smile when she held out a sewn white undergarment made of sheets. There were no clothes for women in the East Watch. Daenerys can hear footsteps behind her. She turns around and looks up at the Sandor who towered over her. She holds her breath at the sight of his face. She was a bit nervous when being told Sandor was from House Clegane. Ser Jorah eased her fear and told her Sandor was nothing like his brother who was the one to assault Elia Martell and killed her along with her children, Rhaenys and Aegon Targaryen. 

Sandor didn’t speak to her but he gave a nod of gratitude. 

“Thank you, you didn’t have too.” Jon told her as she turned around.

“It’s nothing, she’s a lady. When we get back to Winterfell, I would need to thank her properly.” Jon watched as Daenerys looked over at you. He noticed she started to play with her hands in front of her as she looked back at you. 

“It’s hard to believe. Isn’t it?” Jon asked. She shook her head at him. 

“It isn’t.” She told him as she looked back at Jon. “I have dragons. We have an army of the dead coming to end the living. Now your sister came back from the dead and became a wolf. A wolf that my dragons are curious about.” 

Daenerys casts one last look towards you and drops her hands to the side when she notices you were in good hands. She was scared you were in harm's way with Sandor but that was until she noticed the burly man washing your feet. Sandor treated you like you were made of glass, his large hand was completely wrapped around your ankle. He wiped the sole of your feet gently and with such care. She found herself reminiscing about her time with Khal Drogo when he found out when she was pregnant. He treated her with such grace and with so much love.

Eating the last piece of bread, you grabbed the pitcher of water ignoring the cup that was near you. Sandor wanted to chuckle at the sight of you drinking straight out of the pitcher. Drinking fast, droplets of water fell on to your dress with an unladylike burp, you wiped your mouth with the sleeve of your dress and placed the pitcher down on the table. 

The men didn’t say anything as they looked amongst themselves, they didn’t know how to start the conversation without it being awkward. They were all eager to know about you and the transformation. Beric and Thoros had shared their ideas with Sandor. Beric had told Sandor that he knew you were part of something greater. It almost ended in a fight when Sandor reminded Beric that it wasn’t some god that brought you back. 

“It was because of our child who brought her back to me.” 

You were staring off in the distance when Jon called your name out. You frowned as you heard people outside, whispers and the sound of the blacksmith working across the courtyard clear as day. It was impossible that you could hear all of it. Your trance was broken when you felt a warm hand on your knee. Looking down, you saw Sandor’s hand. You placed your hand over his and looked at him. He raised his brow at you, worried that you weren't answering. 

“I-I-well..” You stuttered for a moment and looked at them. You didn’t know how to start, you didn’t know what to say. 

“Thank you.” Thoros spoke first. “You saved us from that bear.” Beric added with a shocked face. 

“Of course.” You said looking at them. “We’re a group. We must protect one another.” 

Beric smiled as well as Thoros. They had mentioned to you those very words after another group thought it was a good idea to mess with the Brotherhood without Banners during their trip to the North.

“Y/n, do you remember turning into a wolf?” Jon asked. 

Death was quiet for a moment. It was just darkness, cold and nothing else. You found yourself in a dark cave but a light appeared ahead when you heard a woman’s voice.  She spoke English then it into a different language, you didn't understand. The only reason you followed her voice through the darkness was because she mentioned your name then your parent’s name. The more you followed her voice, the warmer you got and the louder her voice became. You froze when you heard a wolf howling and the voice stopped. You remained still in the dark place until you saw a light above you. 

Your eyes opened wide, you found yourself staring at the night sky before questioning yourself what had happened. You cried out when you tried to roll over but were unaware where you were. You fell off the altar with a thud as you landed on the wooden platform under the altar. You wanted to call out for Sandor but the moment you opened your mouth. Your arms twisted. Letting out a scream, you can feel your bones cracking.  Your limbs started to move on their own. On your stomach now, you tried to crawl but your back began to arch like a cat. You didn't know what was happening, your body had a mind of its own. You cried as you felt your back arch to the point of breaking. 

You whine when you feel something warm between your legs. 

“Lady Y/n.” Lifting your head off the platform, your eyes widened at the older man ahead of you. He took a step back from you when he saw your limbs twisted abnormally. 

“Help me.” You scream with all your might. It all happened in a blink of an eye, your body convulsed and the moment you opened your eyes. Your view had completely changed. You can hear the man screaming for help when he watched your back spit into two and a wolf appeared. Two men on watch nearby had run to the altar but froze in mid step when they saw an enormous wolf on top of one of their brothers ripping his body apart. 

“My bones broke and grew again. I couldn’t control my body.” You told the group as you described your transformation. Thoros and Beric gave each other a look and Jon looked terrified.

“I killed them but I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t control myself.  Something took over me. It was the-the.” 

“It was the animal in you that did it.” Beric said. You nodded at Beric, “Exactly.”

“They must all want me dead for my actions.” You said looking down at your lap, you were grateful Sandor didn’t let you go. His touch gave you some sort of relief. 

“The situation has been dealt with.” Jon told you and you looked at him surprised. You were excused of what you did, it didn’t make sense to you. 

“What’s going on?” You asked the group when you saw Beric and Thoros looking away from your gaze. You caught Jon and Sandor having a stare down, Jon looked away first with a sigh. 

“Nothing. What happened after you transformed?” Sandor questioned, giving his full attention to you. 

“I escaped over the wall and I kept running until I couldn’t anymore. I thought I wasn’t going to find my way back until I smelt it.” 

“You smelt it? What thing?” Jon asked. 

“Sweet rum.” You said with a small smile looking over at Thoros. 

“As I got closer, I could smell the trees, the earth itself. Nature.” You looked over at Sandor. He bared the same scent you smelt after leaving the bloody gates. 

“As I got closer, I knew one of those dead were on you.” 

“You can smell them?” Beric asked. 

“Aye, they smell like rotten meat and steel.” You told them. 

“There were so many of them. How is this possible?” You asked them. 

You remained silent when Jon told you what you had missed. The events of his stay of Castle Black and his time Beyond the Wall, he had even gone far to show you his scars, and told you he had died when they stabbed him through the heart. He told you how he was brought back from the dead as well.  The white walkers, the wildings, and Daenerys Targaryen. He told you Samwell saw Bran and they still had hope that he was still alive. Sandor noticed you started to cry when he told you about Rickon and the Battle of the Bastard. 

“Is Arya alive?” You asked him. “There’s been no word of her.” 

“Sansa?” When you asked Jon about her well being. He became quiet and you heard a thumping sound. It seemed to echo in your head and your ears started to ring. You looked ahead at Jon, to see him nervously looking at you. 

The thumping sound seems to have duplicated. Into four different thumping, you counted. You looked over at the men, they didn’t meet your eyes. 

“What happened to Sansa?” You asked Jon softly. Jon’s eyes were dark when he looked at you. 

You heard the thumping grow louder as the words from Jon’s mouth spilled. The words of Sansa escaping with Little Finger, Sansa at the Vale, Sansa getting married to a Bolton who took over Winterfell and lastly the words you never thought would come out from your brother's mouth. 

“What?!” Was all you said and the thumping sound disappeared. 

“She was broken in.” Jon said. Sandor had looked away from Jon. When he heard the news about Little Bird, his first thought was how you were going to handle it. 

“Are you positive?” You whispered in a rough tone feeling your body grow hot. Sandor felt you move your hand away from him and started to push yourself up from the seat. 

Sandor called out for you but you ignored him. Jon rose up at the same time as you. 

“Jon, answer me.” You shouted at him. 

“Sansa said it herself.” Jon told you and you started to walk away from the table. He noticed your face was pale and he began to tell you all about the win of The Battle of Bastard and how the Stark have Winterfell back but all you could think was about Sansa.

“Y/n.” Sandor said your name when you walked to the wall of the dinning hall. He sees you untying the fur cape around your shoulder letting it drop to the ground. They can hear you starting to breathe heavily. Jon and Sandor walked away from the table telling Beric and Thoros to stay back. 

“What’s happening? Y/n. Answer me.” Jon said behind you as you placed your hands on the wall. You tried your best to answer them but you couldn’t. 

You couldn’t breathe, every time you tried to shut your eyes to calm down. You kept thinking about Sansa and Ramsey. A shock ran through up and down your spine of the thought of your sister being abused, you wanted to kill Ramsey. You wanted to kill someone for hurting your sister. 

“Y/n.” Sandor shouted your name when you began to shout as another shock ran up and down your spine. You felt Sandor grab your arm and you were quick to shove him away. You did it without a single thought. 

Jon and Sandor looked at you in disbelief. You haven’t realized but you shoved Sandor, almost knocking the 6’6 men completely off his feet. They turned their attention back to you when you turned around, your back was against the wall. 

“Get back.” You yelled at them. 

“It hurts.” Sandor frowned at your words but he obeyed and remained still on his feet. He noticed your eyes, your pupils were dilating. “We took back Winterfell, Y/n. The Bolton’s lost, the Stark has Winterfell again.” 

“And Rickon? Sansa’s innocence? Our people from home?” You questioned him with a scream. 

“We have to go on, Y/n.” Sandor grimaced as your face changed at Jon’s word. 

“Go on.” You repeat. The tears had stopped and the aching on your back disappeared. Your jaw clenched as you turned to him. 

“Is Ramsey dead?” You questioned him. When Jon didn’t respond fast enough you yelled the question again. 

“No. Sansa released his hounds on him. All they did was eat one of his legs and injured his face. They were hungry but they were still loyal to their master.” 

“Why isn’t he dead?” You asked. 

“They suspect someone is taking care of him while he’s in custody. They believe there are still people who are still allies of House Bolton. She’s been keeping him in the kennels. Hoping the cold and the loss of blood would kill him.” 

“And you just want to go on.” You said with a shrug of your shoulders. 

“What would you like us to do?” Jon asked. “We took back Winterfell.” Jon said and he walked near you. “We will deal with this.” 

“We?” You said as your eyes were wide, he saw a yellow shined to them. 

“Yes, we.” Jon answered you while he took a step back. 

“When we get home, I’m gonna find those people.” You walked closer to Jon as you spoke. “I’m going to kill them, all of them and Ramsey. I’m going to tear his throat.” 

Jon stood still as he saw you become angry. He had never seen you like this before. You weren’t the sweet and gentle sister he had known. You never cursed before, especially in front of him. You have changed completely. 

“Ok.” Jon and you looked over at Sandor. “Ok.” He repeated to you. 

Sandor walked closer to you as he gave you a nod of approval. Sandor ignored the look Jon gave him as he passed him and got closer to you. 

“He’s gonna pay for what he did to Little Bird.” Sandor told you as he offered you his hand. You took it and he got next to you. You leaned against him putting your head against his chest. Jon saw you relax the moment you got next to Sandor, he began to rub your back.  

Sandor and Jon shared a look, a mutual understanding that your anger is the key to transform. Sandor was trying to calm you down and it worked. 

“The Lannister too.” Jon wrinkled his nose at you. 

“Y/n, we can’t do this now. We are at a war. Those wights will end us if we don’t all work together. I have told you we need Cersei and her army.” 

“You think she’s gonna help you?” You asked.

 “She has too.” 

“She won’t.” You snapped back.

“We can not start another war. You will be sent to Winterfell. Sandor is coming with me back to King's Landing.” 

“Like hell he is!” You shouted. 

“There is a bounty on his head. I’m not letting you take him back to that shit city. Cersei will never let him go. I will go with you.” 

“If you go and she kidnaps you?” Sandor asked, looking down at you. 

“We need to be smart, Y/n. She won’t do anything stupid because the last living Targaryen with dragons is coming along.” 

“I’m not letting you go alone.” You said firmly looking up at him. “I will not be apart from you. I have to keep an eye on you, what if something happens?”

“Nothing is going to happen.” Sandor answered you. He didn’t let the stinging rejection feeling hit him hard when you pushed yourself away from him as you shook your head. 

“I’m going with your brother. He needs me.”

“Y/n. It’s final. You are going back to Winterfell. Beric and Thoros had offered to take you back. It will be safer.” You were about to refuse. 

“How long do you think people will know about your abilities?” Jon asked. 

“Word has spread around the Night Watch. You will be a target for many people.” 

“He’s right.” Sandor said softly. 

“Sandor.” You beg him. “You know, I can help. Please.” 

“I saw you dead, Y/n.” Sandor said. 

“Don’t make me go through that again. Please go to Winterfell, where it’s safe.” Sandor pleaded with you. 

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Sandor opened the door of your room and was met with how he left you. You haven’t moved an inch, you kept still in the brass tub near the fireplace. Locking the door behind him, he dropped the towel he brought on the table by the bed. 

“You alright?” He asked you. He let out a sigh when he was answered with silence, you were still angry. He removed his cape and draped it over the chair as he walked over to you. 

“Shoes should be ready for you tomorrow. Jon had given the measurement to the cobbler.” He grabbed a chair by the table and dragged it near the tub. He sat down on it and looked at you. You wouldn't meet his eyes. 

“You’re angry. Yell at me. Call me an ass. I don’t care but I need you to know this is best for you.” You looked over at him. 

“I thought we were together. No matter where one goes, the other follows.” You told him. 

“We are together.” Sandor said but you shook your head. 

“If we are then I need to be with you when you go to King's Landing. I should be there with you.” Sandor bites his tongue hard to not lash out. He didn’t want to lash out and create another problem. 

When he didn’t say anything, you grabbed hold on the edges of the tub and pushed yourself up. Sandor holds his hand out to help you out but you ignore it. You walked past him to the table and grabbed the towel he left.  Taking a deep breath and trying to come up with how to explain his feelings. He felt like he was back in the woods again, after finding out how jealous you were. Sandor rose up and followed you as you made your way to the bed. Sitting on the edge, you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Y/n.” You looked down at your bare feet, the hot water helped you ease the pain on your legs. Transforming has taken a toll on you. Noticing Sandor was standing in front of you, you were to get up when he quickly knelt down, spreading your legs. Kneeling between your legs he finally managed to get your attention. 

“I wasn’t with you when you died.” His confession made you look at him. 

“I was locked up because your brother questioned my intentions with you while the maesters was looking over you. I don’t blame him. He visited me in the cells and I told him how we met and about our journey getting here. When I was finally allowed to see you again. I was walking up the stairs when I heard Jon’s screams. I got up there and- an-.” Sandor begins to falter, you touched his arms when you saw his bottom lip trembled and his eyes welled up in tears. 

“You were dead. Cold and stiff. Fuck, Y/n. Never again, Y/n. I can’t go through that.” Sandor exclaimed to you. 

“I need you to go to Winterfell. Go there, see Sansa and be safe. By the time I get there, the wights would be close. We need to prepare Winterfell and its people to battle.” 

Something about seeing Sandor cry hurt you more than the blade digging into your palm and your bones cracking as you transform. Seeing this strong willed man break down over your death was so hard for you to see because you didn’t want to see him suffer. You loved him and you didn’t want him to feel that way again. 

So you nodded at him. “Ok.” You whispered, wiping the tears off his face softly, cupping his face with your hands. He let out a sigh of relief, you were going back home and you were going to safe there. 

“I’m sorry for being angry.” He shook his head at your apology. 

“No need for that. I would have gone with you but I gave my word to your brother that I would go with him.” Sandor was a man of his words, you knew that and you felt shame for thinking he wouldn’t keep his promise to your brother. 

“Little Bird needs you. More than ever now.” Sandor said as you dropped your hands on his shoulders. 

“I know.” You told him. “You’re right. It would be best if I go to Winterfell. I just- I just.” You let out a sigh and shrug your shoulders. 

“I feel like I’m going crazy, Sandor. I’m so tired.” Sandor’s eyes soften. 

“Everything hurts. Rickon is dead. Bran and Arya are probably dead too. No one was there to help Sansa and Jon bend the knee to help us with the war of the dead. I’m this creature who killed those men.” 

“Y/n. I must tell you something.” Sandor told you nervously. 

“Tell me what?” You asked him. “I’m the reason why you are this way.” 

“What?” You asked him and Sandor was about to get up and when you grabbed him by the shoulders. 

“You died. I didn’t know what to do.” You held on to his coat. 

“Thoros couldn’t bring you back and the red priestess but she told me there was another way. A life for life.” Your eyes grew wide as Sandor explained to you as he began to touch your stomach. 

“You were with a child and it was the only way to get you back but I didn’t know you were going to turn into a creature. I swear it.” 

You placed a hand over his, he was being sincere. You can see it on his face. Beric and Thoros had spoken to you as Jon and Sandor grabbed the tub for you. They had mentioned that Sandor was on edge. They all were with this coming war, with everything that had happened. 

“I couldn’t lose you, Y/n.” You leaned down to hug Sandor tightly. Your face between his neck and shoulder. He pressed his face against your wet skin, not caring if he was getting wet. 

“I’m sorry.” You hear him mumbling to you as he holds you. 

After getting dried both of you laid on the bed, you were under the blankets while he laid on top of it. Facing each other, no words were spoken, you patted the empty space next to you and he joined you after taking his boots off and coat off.  

“I’m alive because of you.” You were the first to speak. You were the first to touch him, you touched his hand that was resting on his stomach. 

“Because of me you are this.” He said. You squeeze his hand softly. 

“Are you afraid of me?” You asked him. He shook his head. 

“Never.” 

You leaned over him immediately, kissing him. Sandor was pushed on to his back when you leaned on top of him pressing your lips against his. His hand cupped your face, pulling you closer to him as he gripped the blanket over your body. 

“I’m alive because of you, Sandor Clegane and because of our child.” You said after pulling away from his lips. Laying your head on his chest, you felt his hands on your bare back. You didn’t let Sandor see the tears roll down your face, the thought of him in pain. The thought of your unborn child dying. 

Soon after Sandor laid behind you under the covers. He had gotten up to remove his clothes, before laying back behind you. His arms wrapped around you as you faced the fireplace. One hand under the pillow beneath your head and the other holding Sandor’s hand that rested on your stomach. You kept staring at the fire, thinking about your baby. You thought you weren't pregnant during your trip to Castle Black. You thought it was stress, lack of sleep but you were wrong. Your eyes widened when you thought about your mother. 

“Sandor.” You whispered his name. You heard a sleepy hum from him. 

“I think I know why I was sick.” You heard a faint, why behind you. 

“I remember my mother told me she became very ill when she was pregnant with me. It had to be because I was with a child and without any proper medicine or rest. I just collapsed.” Sandor tense up behind you. 

“I’m sorry.” You heard Sandor say in a quavering voice making you tug on his arm tighten so he was closer to you. His front completely pressed against your back. He held you as your body shook while crying. Both of you were mourning over the loss of your child. Mourning what could have been if you survived and had the baby. 

Sandor doesn’t remember when he fell asleep but when he woke up. He felt like someone had kicked him in the head. He was sleeping on his stomach, with his head smush against the pillow. The wood was still crackling and he had the blankets on him. Sandor didn’t want to get up, he only did when he noticed he was alone in bed. 

He was about to call out your name when he stopped at the sight of you. You were sitting on one of the wooden chairs in the room facing the door. You had your arm resting on the table with the ax in your hand. You turned around when you heard Sandor call out for you. 

“What are you doing?” He saw you get up from the chair, you were wearing his tunic shirt. 

“Taking watch.” You told him and he let out a small frown. 

“Door is locked and there’s a watcher outside. No one is coming. Come.” Sandor moves the blanket for you to come lay back down with him. You looked troubled and it worried him. He waved at you to come back to bed. You looked back at the door and quickly went over to check the locks. 

Satisfy that they were lock tight, you went to bed. Sandor casts one last look at the ax on the table when you settle into bed. He looked at the door then the ax again. He kept thinking about how he woke up in the shack and saw you sleeping on the ground near the door with a knife in your hand. You were keeping guard and the words you told him in the courtyard kept running around in his head. 

 He was spooning you once more, holding you tight against him. Sandor was a southern man, he wasn’t used to the cold, especially this up in the North. Sandor realized as he drifted back to sleep that you were practically radiating with heat. This was new to him, he was always the one burning hot and keeping you warm. He made a note of all the things he noticed since you woke up. You were stronger now, your body heat was high, and your anger was getting to the point that you won't be able to control it. 

The warmth was cut short when both of you had to get up to break fast. Afterwards, Sandor had to get ready to go with Jon to King’s Landing. Sandor was finishing with the straps on Stranger when he saw you walking towards him. He grins when Stranger lets out a neigh at the sight of you. 

“Good boy.” He heard you whisper to Stranger as you patted its head. 

Sandor noticed you walking closer to him, you had reached out your hand. “In case you get hungry.” 

“Thank you.” Sandor tells you as he unwraps the bundle of cloth to see jerky. He placed it inside the bag strapped to Stranger. 

Sandor looks back at you to see you standing by with your arms crossed over your chest, with your own dark fur cape wrapped around you. He can see the new shoes on your feet. You wouldn’t look at him. Sandor heard Jon alerting the others to hurry along behind him, the gates were opening.

“Stay close with Thoros and Beric. You hear me.” Sandor tells you as he walks near you. He looks ahead and realizes why you wouldn't meet his eyes. There were a few members of the Night Watch standing by the sidelines staring at both of you. His eyes landed on an older man who had a black eye and busted bottom lip. He gives Sandor a scowl look and Sandor remembers the old man's words for mercy when he finished killing his brothers and started to beat him. 

“They think I'm going to kill you.” You tell him. Sandor looks away from the old man and looks back at you as he shakes his head. He knew if he didn't tell you sooner that you would find out eventually. Hopefully you won't be too upset, he thought to himself. 

“Bunch of idiots.” Sandor lets out a swear under his breath.  

“Goodbye.” You tell him. Sandor doesn't move at all, you frowned at him and he grabbed your arm pulling you next to him. 

“No farewell kiss?” The light pink blush on your cheeks disappeared when you looked around at the men again. 

“They will call you names for kissing me. For kissing a monster.” Sandor let out a chuckle. He had seen real monsters before the ones Beyond the Wall, the ones who hurt the innocent and the one he calls brother but you weren't one.  

“I've been called so many names. Another name isn't going to hurt me. What will hurt me is if I don't get a farewell kiss.” You gave Sandor a smile. 

Jon looked away when he saw Sandor kissing you. He let out a small smile when he looked over at Ser Davos who had his own smile. 

“They care deeply for each other.” Jon nodded at Ser Davos.

 “Aye.” Jon answered him as he got off his horse to say his farewell to you when one of the stable boys was walking out with Ghost. 

“I’ll see you soon.” Sandor’s words felt heavy on your chest. Both of you will be apart once more. You knew you were going to tear up again, so you walked away from him. 

“Ghost!” You heard Jon yelling, looking ahead you let out a smile when you saw the albino dire wolf running towards you. Kneeling down, the wolf began to lick your face. Patting its fur, you giggled loudly when he licked your ear. 

“Ghost, relax.” Jon said, making his way to you both. 

“I'm happy to see you too.” You told the wolf while scratching behind its ear. 

“Would you do me a favor?” Jon asked, you looked up at him and nodded. 

“Take him back to Winterfell for me. He should spend time with his original owner.” 

“I will. Be careful, your grace.” Jon chuckled at you as you got up. After the dining hall, Jon and you spoke privately. Jon cried in your arms when you told that father would have been proud of him. You told him you were so proud of the man he had become. King of North, Lord Commander, and friend of the Freefolk. 

“I’ll see you home, sister.”  He pulled you into a hug, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

“Home.” You repeated. You long to be home. Jon repeated it as well with a nod. He too missed home. Pulling away, Jon said goodbye to Ghost. 

“Safe travels, Lady Y/n.” Looking over your shoulder you saw Daenerys Targaryen riding towards you. 

“I look forward to speaking with you at Winterfell.” You nodded at her. 

Beric and Thoros came towards you with their own horses. “Ready?” 

“Aye.” You answered them as Jon and the rest of them started to depart. While they left Thoros made sure your horse was ready to be straddled and Beric did a final check on their supplies. You tied your cape tightly and made sure your knife was still attached to the belt you wore. Sandor has given you your weapons back before leaving. Thoros had looped the ax in the sack on your horse.

“Pardon me, M’Lady.” You were about to get up on the staddle when you heard a small child behind you.  The child was a wilding, you can tell from his clothing. You noticed a group of wildings standing behind the child. 

“Yes?” You asked, looking at the brown haired child who had rosy cheeks. 

“I wish to say safe travels to the Goddess of The Wolf. “ You had a bewildered look on your face when all of sudden the Wildings stepped into a line in front of you. One by one they all bent down to touch your feet and wished you safe travels. Thoros and Beric were amused by it. 

You were going to stop them but didn’t when you saw the face of the last person in line. It was Jon’s friend, Tormund. Jon had introduced you to him and the rest of the men who stood behind Jon. The red head wasn't afraid of you at all. You were nervous that Jon’s friends would come to hate you for what you did but they weren’t. Tormund had told people back in the East Watch about what happened Beyond the Wall. He didn't left any details out when he told everyone about your fight with the dead polar bear.

He gave you a genuine smile when it was his turn. He knelt down on one knee and pressed the tip of his fingers on your feet. “Safe travels, M’Lady.” 

“Thank you.” You told him, looking behind him. You noticed the Wildlings were waiting for something but you were unsure what to do so you bowed your head at them and they did the same. 

Beric had come down from his horse when they were done and helped you up. Thoros rode next to you as you settled on. Looking behind you, the Wildings were still watching you. You waved at the little boy, he let out a wide toothy smile and waves back, flailing his hand at you. 

“Let’s get you home.” Beric told you as the three of you rode out of the gates of the East Watch. 

Home, you smiled at the word. You were finally going back home where you belong. You couldn't wait to see it, to see Sansa and see the people again. Your mind drifted back into what Jon told you about Ramsay Bolton, you tightened the rein in your hands as you thought about that bastard. You were going to do exactly what you told Jon in the dining hall. 

Beric and Thoros were talking when they noticed you became quiet. They gave each other a concerned look when they saw a smirk on your face and your eyes had a bit of yellow shine to it. 

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