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Day 7 - Free Day Happy Halloween everyone!
Scream
A year after the murder of her mother, Clarke is terrorized by a masked killer who targets her and her friends by using scary movies as part of a deadly game.
Scream 2
Two years after the first series of murders, as Clarke acclimates to college life, someone donning the Ghostface costume begins a new string of killings.
Scream 3
While Clarke and her friends visit the Hollywood set of Stab 3, the third film based on the Woodsboro murders, another Ghostface killer rises to terrorize them.
In addition, the Scream 1 movie trailer @eris223 and I collaborated on a while back.
#clexa#clexa scream edit#clexa movie poster#clarke griffin#lexa woods#anya the 100#raven rayes#finn collins#bellamy blake#john murphy#the 100#scream movie poster#clexa fandom#clexa edits#clexa forever#clexakru#clextober23#clextober#clexa edit#clarke x lexa#lexa x clarke
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Blood must have blood.
In which Anya Kom Trikru sends her lover to die.
Warnings : death, explosion
Anya, the leader of Trikru, was a powerful woman. She was also a passionate one. That was one of the many reasons you loved her. You had a special relationship with the warrior since you were children, she would rarely be seen without you near. When Anya decided to begin the attack on Skaikru, she chose you to lead the first wave. Normally she wouldn’t put you at risk in such a way but, with most of their enemies incapacitated by the disease they sent, she was certain this was a sure win.
Adrenaline shook your veins, like the wild vibration of leaves in a storm. Your feet bounced as you stood in a tree, watching over the forest. The coast was clear. You nodded to Tris, Anya’s young mentee. It was time to charge. A roar erupted from your chest and reverberated through the trees, letting everyone else know it was time. Jus dren jus daun.
Your feet hit the floor gracefully with Tris landing next to you. You steadied the girl as she stumbled, her height made the drop a little more intense. She pushed your hands away to save face in front of the older warriors, but gave you a small and grateful smile. The two of you led the charge, the jeers and roars from your brothers in arms got louder and louder as you reached the bridge. Once you crossed this, you would start encountering Skaikru. Your heart thundered in anticipation as you picked up your pace. You had gotten about a third of the way across the bridge when you spotted something. At first it looked like a grey dot, but as you approached you could tell it was a barrel of some sort. You stopped in your tracks when you looked past it and saw a Skaikru warrior, pointing their weapon at the out of place barrel. You realised this must be some kind of trap.
“TRIS!!” You screamed at the girl but she could not hear you over the chanting. Jus drein jus daun.
The others had begun to overtake you not hearing your frantic orders to stop. You pushed them all out of the way, trying to reach Tris. You couldn’t let her be the one to trigger whatever trap Skaikru had laid. Finally you managed to catch the girls wrist but, it was too late. You shielded young Tris with your body as the barrel exploded. The air turned red as flames ravaged your skin and blew the pair of you to the ground beneath the bridge. You heaved in a breath and time stopped. The bricks that were once a bridge, had been flung to the sky. It was as if they were floating up there, never to come down. If only that were true. Suddenly, the suspension was over and gravity brought the bridge back to the ground. Your breath released, in a shaky erratic manner. In an instant your vision faded black with rubble choking your lungs and the echoes still ringing. Jus drein jus daun.
Anya screamed like a banshee as she threw her arms down onto a table, breaking it in two. She had been told how your body was found. Burned and buried under tonnes of rubble, holding a barely alive Tris beneath you. Half of her died with you. All she had to hold on to was the hope, that your final wish came true, that Tris would live. When that too failed, her heart finally broke. The chanting that comfortingly carried you to your grave, would forever live in the place of Anya’s heart.
Jus drein jus daun.
#the 100#the 100 x reader#x reader#anya kom trikru#angst#sad ending#tw death#cw the 100#scifi#heda leksa#heda lexa#commander lexa#raven reyes#clarke griffin#bellamy blake#lincoln kom trikru#trigedasleng#skaikru#writing
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The 100 Masterlist
Hell is Empty - AU
Raven Reyes
Seventeen Sweater Weather (Sea Mechanic x Reader)
Anya Kom Trikru
Anya's Sky Girl Wasted Youth - Modern!AU Protective Family - Griffin!Sister!Reader Snow - S1-S2!AU Home - Modern!AU Wanna Be Missed - Modern!AU Can You Hold Me - Modern!AU Still Into You - Modern/University!AU
Luna Kom Floukru
Boat Girl - Modern!AU Sweater Weather (Sea Mechanic x Reader)
Octavia Blake
Butterfly Girl - Octavia Blake xFem!Reader Second Children - Octavia Blake x Finn Collins!Sister!Reader Soulmate au New Beginnings
Domestic Life Modern!University!Au - Lexa kom Trikru x reader x Clarke Griffin
Lexa Kom Trikru
Sister Responsibilities - Lexa kom Trikru x Octavia Blake Twin!Sister!Reader
Injuries - Lexa kom Trikru x fem!reader
#the 100 x reader#the 100 imagine#raven reyes x reader#anya kom trikru x reader#octavia blake x reader#lexa kom trikru x reader#luna kom floukru x reader
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New chapter for Love Hurts - The Morning After
Anya was speechless, for a change.
“Niylah?! Like flirty, coffee shop Niylah?!” Anya asked again.
Raven nodded, “Yup, the exact one.”
“But why?!”
Raven shrugged and looked around to make sure Lexa wasn’t around, “I didn’t stay around long enough to get that far and to be honest I’m not sure I want to know. And for Christ's sake, Anya you’ve got to keep it quiet because Lexa will hear your voice.”
Anya sighed as she brushed her hand through her dirty blonde curls.
“I’m sure as shit going to find out! How could she do that to Lexa? With her!” Anya said as she stood up but then looked up and saw Lexa standing there with wet curls.
Raven saw Anya’s face change and whipped her head in the direction.
“I’ll be finding out. It’s none of your business to get involved, it’s mine and Clarke’s to sort out.” Lexa forewarned the pair.
“I’m sorry Lexa,” Raven said seeing how angry Lexa seemed to be getting.
Anya sighed, “Sure, it’s just. Lexa, you deserve so much better than her.”
“I’ll decide what’s best for me, I will ask the questions and I’ll decide what happens once I know.” Lexa explained, “For now I don’t want to discuss it.”
Once she had said her peace she went back to her room and dried her hair. Once happy with her outfit she opened her phone and saw the string of texts from Clarke.
#love hurts#clexa au#clarke x lexa#ranya#anya and raven#clexa fic#clexa fanfic#clarke griffin and lexa#ao3feed#ao3 fanfic
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🎆🎆🎆 Happy 4th of July 2024 Everyone, Stay Safe and Wear Masks 🎆🎆🎆
🎆🎆🎆 Happy 4th of July Guys, Stay Safe And Wear Masks🎆🎆🎆 ( Found these Gifs on Google)
#my stuff#happy 4th of july#fourth of july#independence day#gif#anime#anime gif#anime girl#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#all might#yagi toshinori#pokemon#teen titans go#teen titans raven#one punch man#saitama#genos#crossover#transformers#autobots#optimus prime#marvel#captain america#steve rogers#gi joe#spy x family#anya forger#loid forger#dc
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Dealing with a lot of things at the moment: the start of my third year of uni with a heavy workload, writers block, my debilitating autoimmune diseases, etc. But, I'm working on a fic that doesn't fall into any of my usual fandoms: Captain Carter and Natasha Romanoff. It's far into the works, but it's coming along slowly.
After this fic is edited and published, I will work on my Supercorp series, then I'll chip away at some of my Ranya stories.
Are there any prompts you want to see in line with my Supercorp or Ranya series? I'm open to suggestions and hearing what you want to read.
Thanks for everyone's support. - KJ
#fanfic writers#fanfiction#supercorp#ao3 writer#ao3fic#supergirl#supercorp fandom#supercorp fanfic#supercorp fic#fanfic#ao3 author#archive of our own#captain carter#ranya#the 100#raven reyes x anya#fanfics
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Anya, smirking: Sorry I didn’t help you sy-on boy. I’m still sore from the thousand push ups I did
Damian: Please. The only thing you’ve done a thousand times is tell that story
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How is feral Clarke gonna escape and be free? I need to know how will she reunite with Lexa?
Although a small part of me actually wants to see the tragedy unfold of Lexa having to live her life knowing Clarke is now gone forever 😈
Remember Niylah and how she wanted to have Clarke, although Lexa said no? Well, it's about a week before Clarke is put down when she shows up at the pound asking for Clarke by name, saying she wants to take her home as a toy. The owner comes to get Clarke, reminding her she'll be back soon enough. Although not as feral as she was before Clarke is back to being more violent and when she sees Niylah is the one who took Clarke away from her soon to be release, she growls and tries to attack her, so much so the owner grabs her by the back of her neck and apologizes, guaranteeing to the noble omega she will be put down that same night if she wishes. Instead, Niylah shrugs with a smile and is adamant about taking her
"I always liked how rough she seemed."
Clarke is furious, to say the least. How could she? How dared she? Clarke doesn't want to be anyone else's. She has made love to Lexa one last time, she was supposed to be the last person Clarke ever felt naked against her skin, Clarke was going to die with the thought of her on her mind and now Niylah comes and takes her away and for what? To use and dispose of her in a few months? She's Lexa's friend, Clarke cannot bare to stare at Lexa, knowing she is married, mated, and knotted by another. She can't. She is crying silently by the time they enter the carriage, her hands tied by a rope tied tightly by the owner of the pound.
Niylah does not talk to her, her smile gone. Her kind face could almost fool Clarke if she wasn't taking away everything Clarke wanted.
It is not until the trip reaches the one hour mark that Clarke realizes they are not going to Niylah's family home, only a couple of minutes away from the Woods manor and half an hour away from the pound.
"Where are you taking me?" Clarke's voice is low and raspy, not having spoken a word since she left Lexa.
There is something in the way Niylah smiles at her. A friendly kindness, gentle. The hunger that was present in her eyes at the pound is gone like a farce and Clarke cannot be sur ewhy, but she trusts her.
"Patience alpha. I promise things will fall into place."
Being liberated and pardoned is not what Clarke wants, much less to be taken far away from what she knows just to be thrown in the pound once more eventually.
"Wherever it is you are taking me, I do not want to go. I would be happier dead."
Niylah's smile still doesn't falter, "will you trust me? Please, friend?"
Clarke nods, although not totally convinced. She is Lexa's friend, perhaps she can trust her as one too.
They arrive at their destination about two hours later, a massive mansion by the sea. The carriage stops and Niylah helps Clarke out, her legs still weak from the lack of movement.
At the door an alpha awaits them. Noble and regal, she reminds her of Lexa in a way. She does not smile much like her omega, but there is something in her that tells Clarke she can trust her.
"Anya, you look well."
"Niylah. I assume this is the stray?" A look from Niylah and the Anya girl clears her throat, "Clarke, right?"
Clarke nods unsure.
"I've heard a lot about you." The alpha motions inside where voices can be heard.
For a second, Clarke expects to see Lexa behind her, greeting her by throwing herself at her as the voices get closer.
Instead, another omega wobbles her way to the door, the late stages of her pregnancy clear as day. As soon as she sees her, she does throw herself at her with a near scream.
"Raven?!"
"Hello Clarke!"
"You married."
"I did."
"And you're expecting."
"You did always point out the obvious Clarke."
Clarke has so much more to ask. How is Raven here? Why is Clarke here? Why did Niylah take her out of her deathbed to bring her to a long lost friend and her wife?
"You seem to have a lot to catch up on." Clarke's attention is back to Niylah "I should go then."
There is a brief silence between the women that confuses Clarke. Before she can question it Anya speaks up, "will you be back next week?"
Niylah's eyes shine with tears but she smiles bright. She turns to Clarke to answer, "I hope so. For you. And for her."
It takes Clarke the whole of two heartbeats to understand.
A week. All she has to do is wait for her for a week.
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i miss writing fic for the 100 ):
#when i say ‘for the 100’ i just mean fic about lexa#the 100#anything with lexa and anya interaction is peak for me#also anya x raven is cute
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Last night and this morning on my drive to work (when I do my most serious thinking) I put myself in a sad ranya mood :(
#it started off kinda fun and flirty bc I was thinking about how I love the idea of a love triangle btw Raven Anya and Luna but then it got#kinda sad cuz I kept imaging fucking depressing ass scenarios like nooo 😩 this was supposed to be fun!! Anya was supposed to be obnoxious#about her distaste for raven x luna and now I am just sad cuz Anya is sad 😔#raven reyes#Anya woods#anya kom trikru#ranya#im not tagging fish girl cuz she’s not who im concerned with#she is a plot device
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Here's the second part 😈
Ok but hear me out 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
#rwby#spy x family#yor forger#loid forger#twiyor#sxf#yang xiao long#rwby shitpost#taiyang xiao long#raven branwen#sxf shitpost#rwby yang#rwby raven#anya forger#sxf anya
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The Caged Bird & The Leashed Dog
Sandor Clegane x reader
+:✿ Chapter - 18 ✿:+ Life, Death, and War.
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Summary: You are the daughter of Jon Arryn, you and your father travel to King's Landing with the intention of arranging a marriage for you. You catch a glimpse of The Hound during your first night in Kings Landing and it creates a mutual fascination even if he won't admit it.
CW: MDNI, SMUT, p in v unprotected sex, pregnancy, doggy style, mention of oral, spanking, hair pulling, WAR, character death, labor, mention of forced abortion, NSFW themes, Sandor “my wife” Clegane, misogyny, angst, VIOLENCE, emotional unavailability, emotional vulnerability, The Hound being abrasive, mention of death, blood, threats of violence,
Word Count: 7.3K
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The days were long preceding the war. Perhaps it was the pregnancy, or perhaps it was the anxiety of the coming war. Most likely the pregnancy. You were mostly confined to your chambers if not seated at the council table to set forth plans of war. A task not many pregnant women have done. Your belly was so swollen you could not see your toes as you looked down. Sleep was a rare thing for you to find, and nothing could satisfy your hunger. Hunger for plum cake, sisters stew, roast goose, and even dirt once or twice. As well as an unsatisfiable hunger for sex, it made you irritable and short tempered. You loathed that you’d have to suffer the discomfort another thirty days. But you would have the Eyrie in less than ten. You would birth in the Eyrie, just as your mother did. Such a bittersweetness.
You began to feel more and more bonded with the little falcon that grew in your belly. Feeling them kick, and turn, even hiccup in your belly. Sandor tried to be by your side as much as he could. However he was the only man you trusted to ready your men for battle, so he took his position with the greatest seriousness. Though not as serious as he took his position as your husband, and father to your child. Any moment he was given he was bringing you meals of any kind you desired.
However this afternoon was one where his duties drove him to the training yards. Lord Royce often did your bidding, sending as many ravens as the North had to as many Eastern houses as he could.
Today, you got a response unlike the others you had gotten. It was from Lady Anya Waynwood. With your growing support against Baelish. Baelish blockaded the Vales resources, sending wheat, grains, fish, meat, and bread only to his supporting households. The smallfolk, and common born people starved with the Highborn houses that supported you. Lady Waynwood was urgently seeking your aid.
“Mhphm.” You groaned and placed a hand on your belly as you felt a kick in your ribs. “I cannot believe it either.” You mumbled to the babe, before shrugging, “Well actually I can. Still it upsets me so.” You said narrowing your brows as you continuously rubbed your belly, pacing your room.
You looked over your shoulder as the door to your chambers opened. Your husband hunched down as he entered through the door, too short for his stature.
You placed the piece of parchment over an open flame, letting it burn away, “He has allowed the small folk of the Vale to starve whilst he feasts.” You said with an annoyance turning towards him. “And I have been asked to assist somehow.”
“You slept?” He huffed stepping towards you, this scene was all too familiar now.
You looked up at him, “I did.” hardly, but you did sleep. Between the constant tending to the babe and the constant tending to the war that nipped at your heels you found little time for such luxuries.
“How long?” He placed a large hand on the back of your neck, halting your steps and guiding you back to your bed.
“Long enough.” You sighed as you laid back down. You groaned in discomfort as you attempted to make yourself comfortable “Maester said-”
“Maester? You let that old greasy cunt-” He interrupted you, and you interrupted him.
“He knows best. Unless you can tell me how well my child grows in me– I am forced to allow that old greasy cunt to poke around my insides.” The thought did not please Sandor, but he chuckled lowly to himself. You rarely swore without his cock in you. But he always liked it when you did. He removed his boots, muddied from the training yards. You continued your previous remark, “Maester says that the babe strong, says it’s strong and progressing well.” You smiled softly running your fingertips along your stomach. Sandor turned away to remove his clothing. You could not see it, but the corner of his mouth slightly twitched upwards in what some would call a smile. Happy to hear the steady and healthy progression of your babe. Perhaps this one would be different from the one his mother suffered, or yours.
As his last bit of clothing hit the cold stone floor, he was left in his small clothes. The sight made your hunger for sex rise. “Says it‘s all thanks to their father, strongest man in the seven Kingdoms.” You reached for the hand of your husband.
As you squeezed it, he gripped firmly onto yours. Turning towards you, and laying in bed beside you. Though only late afternoon, he knew you’d only truly sleep in his presence. The weight of him entering your bed, made your body roll into him.
He groaned softly, placing his free hand a top your stomach. “Let’s hope that’s all they get from me.” His eyes trailed down to your thighs, made more plump and lovely from your pregnancy. He grabbed hold of your inner thigh, running his hand up and down them.
It was strange. You wanted him, wanted him to touch you this way, wanted him to fuck you good and well enough that you’d not have to think of the war and the discomfort that sat on your bladder. But a bit of you, a large bit, could not allow yourself to feel desirable. Your thighs now had scars, not of battle but from your skin stretching to prepare for your baby. Your body had changed. You grabbed ahold of his hand, “Stop it.” You said with annoyance.
He knew by your tone, it was not a tone of disgust, or unwilling, but of insecurity. “Never had an issue with it before.” He grumbled, losing his grasp on you and gently rubbing your thigh.
You shifted uncomfortably, “I didn’t look like this before.” You looked into his deep brown eyes, as they gazed down at you.
He bit his lip, his eyes ravaging your plump form, “I like it.”
You turned onto your side away from him, “Liar.” you rasped.
He sighed at your unwillingness to see how beautiful you were. But seeing you in that chemise, he found himself hardening. The thin white fabric covered hardly anything at all. He admired the curves of your body, the new “That feel like a lie?” He asked, pressing his hardened cock into your ass making him groan, and making you tighten around nothing. He grasped your chin in his large hand, forcing you to turn your head to look at him, “Don’t give a fuck what you look like. I’ll never tire of you.” he rasped into your lips. His tongue darted against your bottom lip. He pulled away from you, and his teeth grazed your ear as he whispered, “Get on top of me.”
You felt heat rise in your body with his breath against your ear. You reached behind you, your hand roaming his hard stomach, getting closer and closer to his cock but never touching it. You knew just how to innocently tease him, “You always say a man is meant to fuck his woman.” You whispered as his mouth began to roam your neck.
He sucked onto your sensitive skin, and it made an audible noise when he pulled away from you. “Aye. I’ll be fucking you. I just want to see you. All of you.” He kissed the skin of your shoulder as he pulled your chemise down.
You turned towards him, “Sandor-“ you whined as you grasped hold of his wrist.
His motions stopped, he looked at you “You don’t want it?” He was not angry, annoyed, or disappointed, simply wanted to know how to please you best in that moment.
“I do.” You whispered, still insecure despite the encouragement your husband was eagerly bestowing onto you.
He took your hand that held his wrist, and intertwined his fingers with yours. “Then let me serve you.”
You looked into his eyes deeply as he pressed his forehead against yours. “My body…”
“Yes, your body.” He groaned, kissing your lips once more, he kissed you like he were drinking the finest and rarest of wine. As he pulled away he rasped, “That’s the fucking point, it’s yours. That’s all that matters. That it’s yours.” His hands grasped ahold of the pathetically thin fabric of your chemise,
Your eyes never left his face as he tore it off your body with ease. As your breasts became exposed, his rough calloused hands grasped them without mercy. His mouth sucked onto the tender skin of your neck as his fingers pinched at your sensitive nipples.
He began to grind his clothed throbbing cock into your ass. He grabbed hold of your thigh, lifting it to give his cock better access to your cunt. You could feel the tip of his cock, warm and already leaking for you, pressing against the hot and swollen lips of your cunt. As if his cock were kissing the lips of your cunt.
“I want it.” You moaned as you arched back into him, his lips still attached to your neck. “I want it so badly.” You squirmed against his touch, lost in the ecstasy of your heightened sensitivity.
“I want your cunt in my mouth,” He groaned into the hot flesh of your neck,
You shook your head, tearing away from his grasp, and turning to face him, “Fuck I want you, Sandor.” You said as you held his face in your hands and tried so hard for your lips to catch his, desperate for any touch he’d give you. “I need you inside of me.”
He liked to tease you, “Not sure I can give you that yet.” He said with a smirk, “I want to taste my wife first.” He rasped.
You panted pathetically. You finally pressed your lips into his own, as you inserted two fingers into your own cunt, moaning into his mouth. He watched you in awe as you pulled your fingers out of your cunt, and presented them to him. He took your fingers into his mouth, taking in your taste. “Please,” You whimpered.
He moaned as you pulled your fingers away from his mouth. “Fuck me,” You whispered sweetly.
His mouth ravished yours as you practically clawed his underclothes off of his body. He pulled you off of him by your hair, “Get on top of me. I like to see your face when I sink into you.” And so you obeyed. Though you were unsure of how you’d support your weight under your weak knees long enough to ride him. But he’d thought of that, “I’ve got you,” you whispered as his large hands grasped your hips. He took you in for a moment as you straddled him, in awe of your beauty. His cock twitched beneath you as he took you in, you felt it tap at your core for just a second. You smiled at him as you lined his cock up with your wet cunt, “I’ve got you.” He whispered once more.
You began to lower yourself, pressing his length into you. Your face contorted with pleasure and you threw your head back as you felt him pulsing inside of you. Sandor groaned in pleasure, and he ran his large hand from your throat, to your breasts, then your sides, then finally gripping your ass. “Fucking hells, woman.” He moaned through gritted teeth, his eyes unable to close for even a moment as he watched you bounce on his cock. He gripped onto your ass even harder as you clenched around him. He landed a firm slap against your ass, making you squeeze around him even harder and your eyes widened as you looked at him with surprise. “You liked that before.”
“Again.” You moaned with a smirk,
He smirked back at you, “There she is.” he groaned as he spanked you again, making you clench around him again, he hissed through gritted teeth. The pleasure your cunt gave was better than anything. This was sweeter than killing, this was sweeter than any wine or ale, sweeter than any whore he’d paid for. The best thing he’d ever had.
Also uncontrollably he began to buck up into you, the head of his cock hitting your soft spot deep inside your cunt at an unforgiving speed. He looked up at your sweet face, eyes shut and face contorted from the pleasure, “Say those words again.” SPANK, “You know the ones.” he commanded through gritted teeth.
You opened your eyes, “I love you.” You moaned, “I -Ah!- Love you!” You could hardly speak a full sentence with his speed ever increasing, thrusting in and out of you.
SPANK, “Again!” he commanded, SPANK,
Your eyes rolled back, and you smiled as you moaned from the euphoria. “I love you,” you steadied your eyes and looked at him deeply, “Sandor Clegane-“
That was his breaking point, he pushed you off of him. You looked confused as he made you stand.
Sandor walked you over to a chair in the room, but not to sit. No, Sandor began to position you, “Kneel.” Sandor commanded, and you obeyed. Kneeling in front of the cushioned seat. “Hold onto it.” He rasped into your ear as he took a hold of your hair.
You leaned forward, laying your head against the cushioned seat, and your hands holding onto the arm rests.
Sandor spread your legs, and you arched your back in response. Taking it a sign of your eager desire, he plunged himself back into you. This time thrusting himself in and out of you even harder, and faster. You now understood why he told you to hold on.
One hand of his gripped at the plushness of your hip whilst the other kept a firm hold on your hair. His grip would tighten pulling your hair just the right amount. “My woman likes it hard,” he groaned as your cunt tightened around him, “I’ll give it to her hard.” He said with another firm spank. “Because she can fucking take it-“ he moaned, cunt drunk. His hand snaked around your thigh, and found your needy and neglected clit. His fingers toyed with it, pinching and circling it, finding just the right rhythm you needed.
You moaned out louder and louder, not caring who heard you.
You felt yourself release only this time it was different, somehow you released so much so quickly it was as if your water had broken. Only you knew it was that.
The wetness splashed around Sandor cock making a vulgar noise as his cock continued to sink in and out of you. He’d never made a woman release like this before. He’d heard men in the kingsguard, or in brothels and taverns gloat about making a woman do what you’d just done. But he’d always believed they’d lied.
But fuck, you did it, and for him.
He hunched over as he felt himself cumming into you, kissing your shoulder in an attempt to mask his pathetic moans.
“Was that wrong?” You whimpered into the cushion of the chair, too tired to get up.
Sandor kissed your cheek, and plucked you up from the ground, carrying you to bed. “You’re perfect.” He grumped softly as he laid you into your warm sheets.
As the both of you laid there. He held you close to his chest. You were nearly asleep when all of the sudden it came to you,
“I’ve an idea.” You shot up in bed, no longer tired or worn out. “Write to my uncle Edmure Tully. Request his aid in feeding the small folk of the Vale. And Write to each of the largest houses in the Vale, I wish to speak to them in person.”
Sandor covered his eyes and groaned. Even a good fucking couldn’t put you to sleep.
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But he did as you asked. And so your uncle agreed to aid your cause as it was what honor demanded of him, and with such a great ally in such a seat of power as yourself he would do all he could to ensure your alliance was strong. Edmure sent Tully knights to deliver packages of food to the small folk of the Vale, and the many houses who supported you. All in your name.
The people of the Vale now only furthered their support of you, and so did the great houses. Most were eager for the feast Lord Royce had created in your name. It was held in Runestone. You tried your best to wear something other than a robe and with Sansa’s sewing you managed to wear a gorgeous blue gown.
At the table of the feast, you sat at the head of the table. Beside you, your husband, and to your other side, your brother. Lord Royce sat at the other end of the table and seated on either side of the table were heads of some of the largest houses of the Vale. Houses Belmore, Corbray, Egen, Grafton, Heresy, Hunter, Melcolm, Redfort, and Templeton. And of course houses Torrent, Longthorpe, and Borrell of the three sisters.
You stood, raising a cup towards the heads of the great houses in front of you, “I thank Lord Royce for hosting such a feast in his home, and offering us all guestright. And I thank you all for coming here. I understand it is an uncertain time. And uncertainty can breed mistrust, paranoia, and unsteady judgment. So allow me to set your uncertainties right.” You said graciously, placing your cup down, “I am the Lady of the Vale. The King's command died with him, but my fathers did not. I am heir to the Vale, as declared by the North, Lord Royce, most of the Vales people, and my own brother Robin.” You said looking over to Robin, he smiled and nodded to you. Your voice turned slightly sterner, “I do not need any of your blessings to take these titles; however I understand and respect how long your houses have sat on this land. I want you all to know a war will be fought on these lands.” You said wanting them to know war was coming, and it was time for them to decide where they fell, “You’ve been starved. Smallfolk have been starved. I have brought you food, brought the smallfolk food, not Littlefinger, but I.” You reminded them as they ate the very food that you graced them with, “I ask for you to not forget your oaths.” You finished as you sat in your seat.
You looked around the table, waiting for someone to say something.
Lady Waynwood stood, “Your rations have fed our people, saved some from death itself. You have come to our side, offering aid in a time of need and without us begging for it.” She raised her cup towards you, “We shall come to yours.” She said with a nod.
Lord Belmore stood as well raising his cup to you, “Woman or no, you are the blood of Jon Arryn.”
You looked over to Sandor, exchanging glances at the Lord's thinly veiled prejudice. Then turning your gaze back to the Lord, and smiling with a nod of gratitude, taking any support given.
“Fuck Littlefinger.” Ser Symond Templeton grumbled as he stood holding a cup towards you, “We’ve not forgotten.”
Lord Horton Redford stood holding up his cup, “To Lady Arryn, the mother of the Vale!”
“Nay, the defender of the Vale!” Lord Eon Hunter interjected, as he raised his cup as well.
And with that each of the Lords at the table stood, cups rose in honor of you. Even Lords Longthorpe, and Borrell of the three sisters stood. You felt for a moment, a wave of relief, Tyrion was wrong. You would not need to send the Hill tribes to do your bidding and perhaps you’d created peace, a new generation of unity by House Arryn and the Three Sisters. Something your father was never interested in doing.
However, as your own brother stood for you, you looked over to Sandor who was glaring at a man down the table. Lord Torrent, Lord of Little Sister. The man sat not cheering and celebrating like the other Lords and Lady did. He frowned and ate from the food your family gave to him.
“Lords and Ladies.” You said, making them all halt their celebration, “Lord Torrent, clearly has something to say. By all means, my Lord Express it.” You said with a calm and gentle tone. However the grimace on your husband's face set a much more tense feeling in the room.
The lords all looked towards Lord Torrent, who scoffed as he spoke, refusing to look at you, “I have something on my mind. I speak of this perversion done to this land.” He said angrily, his eyes settled onto you angry and piercing, “Never hand a wench a-”
“Sword when she has her blood.” You finished his sentence, unafraid of him “I have heard the joke.” You said with dark eyes, your husband beside you clenched his fist.
“Shut your mouth, you drunken oaf!” Lord Royce demanded,
“Why should I?” Lord Torrent snapped back at him,
“The Arryns saved you from the Starks long ago. The rape of the Three Sisters, you swore felty to her house!” Lord Borrell shouted.
Torrent looked towards you, “Your house’ done nothin’ for us.”
“She’s fed you!” Lady Waynwood attempted to defend you.
Torrent's eyes didn’t leave you, “One meal after a generation.”
You leaned forward, “Your house sits upon my land, if I find you are unworthy of its soil… I will shake the ground it sits on until the vermin shatter out of it.” Your eyes narrowed.
“You wouldn’t dare-“ Lord Torrent stood,
“But I have. Did you not hear me? I have dared.” You smirked and nearly hissed at him,
Lord Torrent, sat reluctantly, huffing to himself like a spoiled child.
You did not release him from your violent gaze until he let out a final sigh and nodded. Silently agreeing to aid your cause.
Now you would be able to tell Tyrion you were right, you would not need the aid of anyone to gain the sisters allegiance.
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You did not relish in such a victory for very long however. You were soon back and seated at the council table in Winterfell.
You stared intensely out the window, unsure of the future and uneasy by the many possibilities of it. “War shall be fought on the marrow. At day break.” You declared.
Tyrion nodded, “We’ve the support of nearly each house within the Land. The others, though few, remain neutral.”
You contemplated as you asked, “What is our standing?”
“We greatly outnumber the pretenders.” Lord Royce said proudly,
“How great?” You pushed the question further.
“Greatly.” Tyrion said before continuing “Though we set forth to accomplish a supposed impossible challenge. And one that if accomplished allows for speculation of how invulnerable the Eyrie might be.” He said cautioning you.
You raised an eyebrow at Tyrion, “Though that might be. It is a necessity.”
“But perhaps,” Tyrion attempted to continue,
“I was right about the hill tribes, Tyrion. Allow me to handle the well being of the Vale.” You said calmly but sternly. Setting him in his place. You then pulled out a scroll of parchment, “I’ve written this. This is the plan of battle you and your men will follow.” You held out the scroll towards your husband but pulled it away before Sandor could grab it, “None of you can open it until you’ve left for battle.” They looked at you with confusion, “The element of surprise is key. If it were to be exposed all would be lost.” Sandor nodded and took the scroll from you. “I shall see you off on the Marrow then.” You said to the rest of the men in the room.
As you and your husband walked out of the council chambers your brother caught up to you,
“I want to fight. Fight for you, and your child. For my mother. For our father.” Robin said as he walked alongside you.
You nearly rolled your eyes, and smirked at him “You believe you’re cut for it?” you asked, not halting your steps.
“I know that I am.” Robin said confidently,
“Or you’re young and arrogant.” You said, not meaning to be mean but meaning to convince him to stay away from the fight.
“Or I’m not.” Robin retorted,
“Or you are.” The two of you were arguing like brother and sister. It was a new role you played being a sister, but you enjoyed it. You smiled as you placed a hand on his cheek, “You’re the last living male Arryn. It is a heavy burden you hold.”
Robin felt himself wanting to cling to the nurturing embrace you gave him but he was no longer a child. He sighed, “Your child could be a boy-“
“A Clegane.” You corrected, “As honored as I am to bear it, they will not be an Arryn.” You said knowing your husband was there to hear it.
Robin stepped closer to you, “There is precedence for noble ladies keeping their own name and giving it to their children in order to keep their families line. Whatever child inherits your titles would remain an Arryn.”
Sick of circling the subject, you said plainly, “I have mourned all the family I can, Robin. Do not challenge me.” You said placing a hand on his cheek once more.
“Do not coddle me like my mother did.” He said removing your hand, and looking at your husband. Sandor, the Hound, a man who was quite clearly the complete opposite of Robin, “Your husband fights for you, so I shall fight beside him.” He said with a confident and determined nod.
Your steps halted once you reached your chambers. You looked at Robin defeated, “I cannot keep the sword from your hand either?” Robin shook his head, and you sighed “Fine then.”
“I will not disappoint you, sister.” Robin vowed with confidence,
You shook your head, “You couldn’t.” You said with a smile that thinly veiled your worry.
WIth that, Robin smiled somberly and left you as you and your husband entered your shared chambers.
As Sandor closed and locked the door behind you he contemplated speaking his mind on this topic, but did anyway. “He’s not ready.” Sandor said with a sigh, knowing it would be a bad idea.
You huffed in frustration as you threw your hands up, “He’s nearly a grown man. I cannot stop him Just as I cannot stop you.”
Sandor stepped closer to you, placing his large hands on your sides. “Someone should be here, with you.”
You smiled softly as his concern, “I have my cousin. I have the maester, and all the midwives a woman would care to have. Besides, it is too early for laboring.” You ran your hands down his arms, “I don’t want you to fight.”
He shook his head, placing a hand on your stomach, “I told you I would get you that castle.”
“I release you from that promise.” You said, knowing your words would change nothing.
“I don’t. What husband doesn’t fight for his woman, for his family?” He rasped
You held onto sandors wrist, “You must come back to us.”
Sandor nodded, knowing he could not promise that he would.
He looked at your face, wanting to memorize every bit of you. Tomorrow war may take him from you, and he was determined to keep your image with him. He wanted to memorize every bit of you, “Take this off.” He said as his eyes trailed over your body with a lascivious gaze.
You held back a giggle as you smirked, “You want my favor before you go to battle?”
He leaned in closer to you, making you tilt your head, “I want to taste your cunt before I go to battle.” He groaned against you.
“That shall serve nicely as my favor.” You said looking up at Sandor with half lidded eyes.
You let out a small yelp and squeal as Sandor picked you up and carried you to the bed. He would make sure that night you slept.
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Sandor had left you in your bed, naked, and sound asleep.
He was not going to wake you no matter how many times you told him to wake you before you finally fell asleep. He watched you as long as he could before it was time for him to set off.
He believed you to be in a deep sleep, but without the warmth of your husband you woke.
So you could imagine Sandor’s surprise to see you walking towards him in the courtyard of Winterfell.
“What are you doing?” Sandor asked frustratedly,
You responded with a matching frustration, “You know what I am doing.”
He stepped closer to you, “You need to be in bed-”
“I am staying here, as you have insisted once again. I cannot send men into battle without offering them my words.” You interrupted him, and leaned in closer to him, “I won’t be seen as weak again.” You told him in a whisper. He understood no matter how reluctant he might have been.
He turned away from you and looked towards the crowds of soldiers that readied to depart for war. “Your Lady has words for you all. So fucking listen!” He shouted.
You hid your nerves by holding your head high, “Northernmen, you march forth to fight for house Arryn. A house that has meant nothing to any of you for generations. But I have fought for your lands, your lords, and your lives. You now fight for loyalty and honor.” You knew Northerns had much less reason to aid your cause than the Valemen did, so you clung to honor. “Valemen, you march forth to fight for House Arryn. Ancient blood, of an ancient house. You fight for a rightful succession. Though none of it matters really. What matters is that your land is held hostage by a usurper. A man who drove the crown into debt, a man whose success was built upon the foundations of brothels and secrets, a man who has seen no battles, a man who has allowed your families to starve.” The Valemen began to murmur, and shout words of support, “A man who killed your Lord and Lady.” You said somberly, “You fight for liberation of your people.” You said confidently, “You set forth to succeed an impossibility. No one has ever done what we set forth to do. But the Eyrie is weakened without you all. After today, the realm will know our wrath, and will come to fear the color blue.” As you finished the men pointed their swords in the air and they railed in support.
“Sister.” Robin said sweetly as he approached you,
You placed a hand on his cheek as you said, “Be vigilant, brother.”
Robin hugged you quickly, too scared to let the other knights see. Once he released you he nodded and took his place on his horse.
Your attention turned as Sandor took your hand.
“Wife.” Sandor said, his way of saying goodbye in front of other men.
You however would not allow him to leave without a bit of you. “My favor.” You said as you handed him a handkerchief that was embroiled with your initials.
He took the cloth from you, looked at the initials embroidered onto it, “You already gave it-” He said, teasing you.
“Another.” You interrupted him as you took him by his cheek. You and he kissed one last time before he rode off.
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Though your armies greatly outnumbered Baelish’s, he held the advantage. The Eyrie held high ground and archers.
You knew this, and if they did not open their gates willingly, even with climbing spokes it may take a mountain of dead men to climb the walls.
Tens miles out from the battle, Jon, Royce, Sandor, and Robin opened your highly secretive plan.
Royce looked it over, “She wants us to fake a surrender.” Lord Royce scoffed, “Is she mad?”
“Easy.” Sandor said with hard eyes, warning Royce.
Robin nodded, “We will need to take the Eyrie from the inside.” He said confidently that you knew what you were talking about, “This is the only way inside. She knows we will need an offering of flesh.” He thought for a moment and then said, “I’ll do it.”
“No.” Sandor snapped, knowing if something were to happen to Robin, you would only blame yourself.
“Yes.” Robin said, making Sandor huffed at him, making Robin’s confidence dwindle, “I-I mean it is only that he would only believe a surrender from an Arryn.”
“The young Lord is right.” Jon said with reluctance.
Sandor knew he could not stop it, so with a sigh, he continued “I’ll lead the men inside.”
“We’ll be behind you.” Jon said with a nod.
Royce, though not thrilled with your plan, committed himself, “Our men will use the climbing spokes once you’ve overwhelmed them inside. Then we will open the gates.”
And with that, the plan was in motion. The battle of the Mockingbirds and Falcons began. As your men arrived at the Vale, they hid themselves behind the natural advantages of the landscape. Hiding behind large rocks on the edges of cliffs.
Only allowing Robin to move in. However your men were not far behind.
The arches at the top of the gate aimed as Robin walked towards the Bloody Gate, holding a crude white flag. Robin waved it desperately.
“The Lady Arryn asks for mercy for her and her child!” Waving a white flag of surrender, Robin fooled Baelish’s commanding knight and several soldiers.
They opened the gates, the commanding knight stepped out with several soldiers beside him. . The commanding knight looked at the horizon seeing no sign of an ambush, he sent his men out to investigate if they had truly surrendered. Robin bent the knee as he drew his sword and offered it. His distraction allowed for your forces to approach unnoticed. One soldier takes up the sword and inspects it, only for your own arches to ambush the soldiers. Drawing and releasing their arrows killing the commanding knight and the soldiers that accompanied him. This offered some time for Sandor and Jon to rush the gates with their men.
Sandor and Jon along with their men proceeded to kill all of the approaching soldiers as Sandor made his way closer and closer to the gates of the moon, causing them to send out more men. As the battle continued, the archers were overwhelmed. Lord Royce’s men took it as an opportunity to climb the walls of the gates. Killing all the remaining archers. Royce’s men then opened the gates allowing the Eastern forces to charge in and cut down the remaining soldiers.
The battle raged on, though Baelish’s forces dwindled quickly once your forces passed the gates. As the Eastern houses fight off the last of the Baelish’s soldiers, Sandor pursues the Eyrie. Cutting down each man in his path.
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You looked out your window, waiting impatiently for a raven to arrive with news, any news at all. But all you saw was snow. How terrible you felt watching snow fall, knowing miles away your family fought for you.
As Sansa enters the chamber you began, “I feel like a coddled child by both my Husband, Lord Royce, and somehow SweetRobin of all… Even you.” You looked at her with slight contempt.
“All people who hold fondness for you.” Sansa said coldly as she stepped towards you. “None of us desire to see you or your child harmed.”
You shook your head softly, “I’d not fight. Gods knows I can hardly see my feet anymore.” You said, making Sansa chuckle softly. “But I am left here, to worry, and pray that those men I entrusted with such plans do not disregard my orders and take their own.”
“Your husband would not allow it.” She said, and you knew it was true.
“Left here to worry for who will fall.” You said solemnly. You worried once again that you would leave without your husband, and now you worried for your brother, and your cousin.
Sansa took your hand, “Then we shall worry together.”
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As your forces laid a successful siege to the Eyrie, Baelish knew his reign was over. He opened the doors to the Eyrie, stepping out of it he looked at Sandor. “I surrender.” Baelish said with a smug sigh, as if he expected to be untouched if he surrendered willingly.
He was however wrong. Sandor marched over to Baelish. Sandor pummeled his fist into Baelish’s face. Amazed he didn’t break his jaw on impact, Sandor grabbed hold of him by his throat,
“I take it you want to crush my skull, break my bones? Is this how Clegane’s define justice?” Baelish attempted to ask as his windpipe was being crushed.
“Aye.” He said roughly, he relished seeing the fear in his eyes. The eyes of the man who kissed you without your say, the eyes of the man who held you against your will, the eyes of a man who forced you to drink moon tea, the eyes of a man who attempted to marry you off to the Boltons. He knew that he wasn’t his to kill. Sandor let him go, “But that’s not how your Lady defines it.” Sandor turned to the knights around him, “Put him in a cell. Do nothing until my wife takes her place here.”
“My Lord,” Ser Leon said with some urgency, “It is your brother by law.”
꒰ ୨୧ ─
Sandor and Ser Leon made their way to the gates of the moon. As he arrived he saw many soldiers mortally wounded from the battle. But the one that caught his eye was your brother. Robin lay with an arrow through his chest.
Sandor looked to the healer that was standing over the boy's body, “The boy is dead.” The young healer said plainly.
Sandor looked upon the boy, he did not know him well. But when he looked at the boy's face all he could think of was you, and how your heart would break. “Seven fucking hells.”
“Send a Raven to our Lady.” Ser Leon said to a young squire somberly with a sigh.
“No.” Sandor commanded, grabbing the squire by the collar, “Speak nothing of it.” He said with intensity in his eyes. If you were to know, it would be told to your own ears with him by your side.
The squire swallowed nervously, then squeeked, “My Lord-“
Sandor’s grip on the boys collar tightened as he pulled him closer, “If my wife- Your Lady hears of this from a piece of fucking parchment it’ll kill her.” His tone was raspy, dark and deep.
The squire, though terrified, blurted out, “My Lord, a raven has already been sent.”
Sandor let go of the squire's collar, stepping away for a moment. He knew his time was running thin, he knew this news would break you. If he left now on horseback, and did not stop until he reached Winterfell perhaps he could get there before the raven did. “Give me my fucking horse!” Sandor barked as he turned back to squire.
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You and Sansa sat in the council room. Waiting for news, a sign, anything. Just as you did days before.
The wait was horrid. The uncertainty was worse. You could only hope and pray that you were not a widow.
What you did not know was that your husband was only a few miles away on a horse charging towards you, and you also did not know that a raven had just arrived.
As you stared out the window of the chamber, Sansa looked to you.
“What is it like?” Sansa asked. Looking at your swollen belly.
“Like carrying a child in your body. A child that kicks at your ribs and makes you sick in the mornings.” You said in a blunt and snarky tone, it made Sansa smile slightly. “It is wonderful.” You said more genuinely as you ran a hand along the side of your belly.
“You carry it well.” Tyrion said as he and a guard entered the room,
Sansa helped you as you stood from your seat, walking towards the council table, “Has there been any word?” You asked with furrowed brows, desperate for any knowledge.
Tyrion and the Guard looked pensive as the Guard began to speak. “My Lady, the Eyrie has been taken in your name. Littlefinger was taken alive, he is being held as a prisoner awaiting your judgment in the Eyrie.” Sansa breathed a sigh of relief for you as she grabbed hold of your hand. You looked to her, in disbelief as a wave of relief washed over you, “My Lady, there is more.” You looked back at the guard with terror in your eyes, not wishing to hear the words you knew you were about to hear. “Your half brother Robin Arryn was struck down by an arrow-“ Your knees felt weak as the guard continued to talk, “whilst your armies laid siege.”
You grasped your throat, and felt yourself become breathless. “Are you alright?” Sansa asked you, placing a hand onto your back,
You ignored her question, “What of his condition?” Your voice was strained as a pain in your back began.
The man paused briefly, unsure of how to phrase his words best, “He is dead, my Lady.” the man said softly.
Your tears came, you grasped onto the table and hunched over in pain as the pain grew and grew, “Fuck,” You hissed exasperated through your tears. You grasped onto your stomach as you felt a warm liquid trickling down your leg, “The babe, the babe is coming.”
Tyrion stepped closer to you, concerned, “Are you certain? It is too soon.”
“Fuck!” You struggled to say the words as your water broke, falling onto the floor.
Sansa tried to take hold of you, to prevent your knees from buckling and falling to the floor.
Tyrion turned to the guard and shouted, “Get the Maester, and as many midwives as Winterfell has!”
꒰ ୨୧ ─
Once Sandor reached the Gates of Winterfell his horse was near death from exhaustion. He looked to the Guards at the top of the gates.
“Open the fucking gates!” Sandor barked,
The guards knew who he was immediately. A man like the hound is not one that you would ever forget.
As the gates opened Sandor grabbed a hold of the nearest guard,
“My Lord-” The guard nearly squeeked,
“Where is my wife?” Sandor growled,
The guard, frightened, began “S-she has begun her labors, my Lord.”
Sandor felt his heart drop to his stomach, and his stomach drop to his feet. He didn’t know this feeling very well, was it excitement? Fear? He did not know.
“How long?” Sandor questioned.
The man shook his head, “Not even an hour, my Lord… She began when she heard of her brother's death.”
Sandor groaned, angry that he was not faster, “Fucking hells, bring me to her, NOW!”
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Anya from Mouthwashing x Reader, bonding time through hair braiding? Reader could have long hair too so they take turns doing each other’s.
(I’m getting better with making my banners more pretty looking)
Braiding each others hair • Anya x reader
Warnings: none, fluff, bonding, comfort reader-gender neutral
•Anya wandered the ship’s corridors in hopes of finding you. Hearing each clank her foot’s steps made on the iron-like floors as she passes room after room.
•Her gaze perks up as she spots you in the community room sitting on the couch and looking at the fake environmental screen.
•She joined you on the couch and you two just talked. The shipment travel, how they were feeling so far.
•Anya sat up on the couch, fixing her posture before speaking,”when I was younger, my mother used to braid my hair before I went outside. Now that I’m older and constantly moving..I can’t always braid my hair every time I need to go somewhere.” She half heartedly giggled at her self while you stared at her hair.
•”I can braid you hair if you’d like.”
•Her gaze turns to you in surprise, but her surprise melted to a somber smile as she sat closer to you.”if you don’t mind, I miss the feeling of someone else braiding my hair.”
•you threaded Anya’s hair into a Dutch braid, intertwining your fingers through her raven black hair.
•Anya insisted on returning the favor, sitting behind you and braiding your hair with skillful hands.
•At this moment you didn’t feel like you were on a spaceship flying a million light years an hour through the universe to port shipments.
•It just felt like it was you and Anya.
(Hi sorry if this felt rushed or booty to read college is not it.)
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THE FIRST WAVE OF TRIBUTES
All tributes (With the exception of hellsite-hall-of-fame, God, Jesus, Tarlton, and Wallace) were chosen randomly, as were the pairs (Again, with the exception of 1, 18, and 32)
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It finally happened; I have begun drawing Spy x Family/Twisted Wonderland crossover art. My brother & I started talking about it & the scenario we came up with is this:
Anya goes through a faerie door that leads to Twisted Wonderland & ends up at Night Raven College. MC, who I call McKenzie, becomes the primary caregiver. Malleus, seeing that MC is struggling, offers to take Anya for the day. This leads to a domino effect of each dorm sharing custody of Anya for 1 day a week with the exception of Octovinelle & Savanaclaw who each have her for half a day. Now for some pictures:
There's another version we came up with where the Forgers are part of the Twisted Wonderland world but its a lot less developed. In this au, Loid did pose as a student at some point under the name of Spurious Mock. Lilia knows Loid from elsewhere, but doesn't say anything for the lol's. The Forger's signature spells are as follows:
Loid: False Front- Able to disguise himself as almost anyone. (Not able to disguise as small children)
Yor: Thorn Maiden- Vines wrap around the opponent & is stabbed by thorns inside. (I was hesitant on this one, but my bro convinced me that it was fine)
Anya: Star Bright- Sends a ball of light to explode into a flash which blinds her opponent.
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