the colouring in this game is so pretty


Someday I’ll explain it to you, why they came, why they won’t ever go away. But I’ll tell you how I survive it. I make a list in my head, of all the good things I’ve seen someone do. Every little thing I can remember. It’s like a game. I do it over and over. Gets a little tedious after all these years, but… there are much worse games to play.


Summary: Dan is an innocent virgin and Phil is the bad-boy who likes to make him flustered. High school Pastel!Dan and Punk!Phil AU

Genre: Smut that’s kinda kinky but mostly cute

Word count: 4,039

Kinks: Feminization, daddy kink, dirty talk, a little verbal humiliation

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these are just some cute lil kitten heels i wanted my sims to have! i’m really new at meshing so please forgive me if something is wrong :’-( please enjoy!!

  • comes in 12 neutral swatches from a palette I like to call “the only colours I would wear in real life”
  • do not include the mesh when recolouring
  • has a custom catalog thumbnail
  • please don’t claim as your own :-(



I’m really enjoying jack play night in the woods omg it’s so good & pretty looking (+ i love the voices he puts on for the characters!). I was v inspired by all the colours in the game so i tried incorporating them in this, also u can click for better quality bc tumblr has made it blurry boooo!

signs as posts i've seen on tumblr

Aries: *removes one earbud* fuck you want

Taurus: eats when im sad, sad when i eat

Gemini: *is punk rock but is also really into pink, pastel colours, and really fluffy things*

Cancer: for my final trick, i shall turn into a disappointment

Leo: I’m so fucking tired of not being a multimillionaire

Virgo: *sigh* why am i better than everyone

Libra: I would be a morning person, if morning happened around 1pm

Scorpio: today i feel very… mmmm whats the word… bad

Saggitarius: do you ever say something so bitchy that you’re like damn u need to chill lol

Capricorn: reblog if ur kinda cold and pretty tired

Aquarius: *sees moon* *remembers outer space* nice

Pisces: lets play a game of: did i reall do this or did i just think about doing it so hard that i constructed a false memory of it

When I saw that Super Mario Odyssey E3 trailer my jaw pretty much dropped. Everything that I thought the game was gonna be was that, plus more. Nintendo seems to really be taking risks with these new games and it’s paying off. So much so that it inspired me to draw this thing, and has probably sold me on a dippy-switch. 

I love the whole dress shirt/ fancy clothing thing going on in the trailer and thought it’d be cool to give it a shot. I kinda went for a slight “Trigger” edge to it as well, cuz it’s kickass.


So. WOW. Yes, the latest Zesty episode is everything I feared. And WORSE (before you ask: no, I don’t think the worst bit is the Gay Pride Armatus, it’s actually kinda funny, and I don’t think the worst bit is what this post will be about, either. For me, it’s definitely Mikleo being reduced to a) armatizing with Alisha for like 3 seconds, and b) screaming Sorey’s name. Btw, chill, boy, you can heal him, remember?).
This episode fucking spoilered a major Berseria endgame plotpoint. Luckily (?), I accidentally spoilered myself with that one months ago already by curiously browsing TV tropes and the Tales wiki (there’s also one sliiightly spoilerific page in the third volume of the manga…), so ToZX was actually late to the spoiler party… I never wanted to be spoilered, though. So:

If you didn’t finish Berseria AND Zestiria yet or have already been accidentally spoilered, like me, anyway, you may not want to read my comments or click the stupid images in my post here.

For everybody else: so, now that Maotelus’ identity is out of the bag, I figured nobody would care if I scribbled stupid Zestiria post-game doodles shitposts. YES OF COURSE IT’S GODDAMN GAME-VERSE, THE ANIME SHOULD GO TO HELL AND NEVER RETURN ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH

Zaveid would totally want to know all embarrassing details of Sorey’s Human Life As He Recounted It in His Sleep ™, and Edna would point out that it would take 17 years, and she doesn’t want to spend the next 17 years of her life listening to gross-things-that-the-narrator-isn’t-even-aware-of-being-gross.

I apologize for a few things:
1) spoiling anybody who didn’t know yet that Laphi=Maotelus, I’m trying to prevent it by tagging
2) I still haven’t touched Berseria, so I know lots of things about Laphi, but I don’t know everything (I know that I like him already), please feel free to improve his lines to be more in character! (no honestly, please do)
3) DOODLE SHITPOST TIME IS BACK. I’m really sorry. But it’s happy shitposting, that counts for something, right? I actually never got around sorting my own headcanons what post-game Sorey would actually look like, because the silhouette on the last page of the manga looks pretty much… unaltered except a bit taller/older, but I want him to become a seraph, so let’s pretend his hair was platinum blonde now and had colourful tips. Except the sketch is not coloured. Anyway, my reasons are: a) Sorey becoming a seraph is actually the most probable thing to happen, I like it if happy things are likely b) my heart yearns for the sappiest and happiest happy ending possible, so seraph Sorey it is. And for the same reason he also has to retain all his memories, if not, Laphi will now be able to help him out.
/btw more headcanon time (nothing new here, just taking sides in headcanon wars): a) his element is TOTALLY lightning. b) He’s still taller than Meebo. Meebo’s not amused but he gets by. Maybe he’ll learn someday that short is totally beautiful and adorable. c) Laphi is totally responsible for seraph!Sorey, so Mikleo will totally worship the badass baby god from now on. Basically, I always assume that all good things are Laphi’s doing.

/someday these days I’m gonna watch a Berseria playthrough, gotta love Laphi

/I should sleep and actually work

Varsity Jacket, recoloured by PXELBOX

The AF Varsity Jacket from the base game recoloured in my palette! Unfortunately the AM version turned out to have some pretty ugly textures, so it’s just this one for now. Enjoy!


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Ms Blue’s Mindy lingerie recolours

I’m always looking for pretty lingerie for my simmies, so when I saw @annamsblue‘s Mindy lingerie, I was delighted. However,  I wanted it in more colours so I recoloured it in @wildlyminiaturesandwich‘s Sandwich Unnaturals. I figured some of y’all fellow simmers might want to have some colourful lingerie in your game, so here ya go. Enjoy!

Mesh is required, grab it HERE

Credits: @annamsblue for the mesh, @wildlyminiaturesandwich for the colours

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All the info I’m talking about here is from the translation post I reblogged. Go read it!! Though there may be spoilers for those that have not played the game.

So I was semi right & wrong about Prompto and how much of a resemblance he would have to Verstael.

So Prompto’s genes have been modified so much that he wouldn’t look like Verstael (the balding part, but they mention that Prompto might not even make it to Verstael’s age… T^T) BUT I still like to think at least Prompto’s blondness (hair colour) was from Verstael.

Gladio’s eagle tattoo is an Amicitia family tradition for the males, signifying their status as King’s shield. Clarus has the same one on his back. That’s pretty cool, I wonder if Iris may have something also world of ruin era I mean.

Episode Ignis…….Tabby cried…….oh god that’s a good sign that it’s going to be good yet a bad sign that WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE FROM THE FEELS!!!!!!!! 

Boys playing Splatoon with S/O?

The Discord can confirm the rage I had to go through whilst playing Splatoon for inspiration.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • he’s completely stoic as he plays, and you can’t help but watch because this is just fascinating.
  • his fists are clenched on the remote, you can tell he’s absolutely infuriated every time he’s splatted but he just refuses to let you see how angry he is.
  • his team loses the match.
  • you watch the subtle square in his shoulders, he takes a deep breath, and then-
  • and then he slamdunks the wii u remote straight through your glass coffee table.
  • he locks himself in his room and you do not see him for the rest of the day.

Amami Rantarou

  • he’d actually like to try, it looks like a pretty fun game!
  • you let him play on your account, and he’s actually a little surprised and a little proud by how high of a level you have.
  • you let him try all sorts of weapons out, and finally he settles on liking the brush best.
  • he’s not bad! it’s a simple game and he seems to be getting the concept pretty easily.
  • he’s actually won every match so far, but usually at the bottom of his team.
  • and then, one round, he actually loses.
  • you can see the look of absolute disbelief on his face when the loser music starts playing.
  • but he had been doing so well! what had gone wrong?!
  • the other team had seriously inked almost everything in the playing field compared to amami’s two or three blotches-
  • you can tell he’s disappointed, but now he’s determined.
  • this won’t happen again.
  • you can’t get him off the wii u after that-

Ouma Kokichi

  • he seems pretty nonchalant when you propose the idea, simply shrugging and taking his seat in front of the television.
  • he lets you talk him through everything, telling him which clothes are better, which weapons are best, what he might like-
  • and though he nods and follows along, you can see he’s picking an entirely different set of items than the ones you recommended.
  • which is?? weird???
  • and then you actually get onto the playing field.
  • the second he’s in he’s moving with such skill that you’re amazed a beginner could EVER pull this off.
  • he doesn’t get splatted a single time, covering an insane amount of land as his score just skyrockets.
  • needless to say, he wins the match at the top of his team.
  • how did he do that?!
  • “Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you, I play this game literally all the time. Anyway, bye!”
  • and then he just
  • leaves
  • heck

Shuuichi Saihara

  • he’s willing to play, but…he’s not exactly the best.
  • it takes him a while to get the hang of angling the controller, and eventually decides that using the joysticks is probably the best choice.
  • he likes the roller, it makes the game a little calmer for him.
  • every time he dies you can see his entire body tense up like it’s an absolute disaster-
  • he actually spends more time running around the lobby than he does playing…
  • he’s not very good.
  • he always finishes at the bottom of his team with 100-300 points and never splats anybody.
  • maybe this just isn’t his kind of game…
  • you’ll put on something a little less abrasive next time, maybe.

Kaito Momota

  • he gets WAY too into it.
  • he’s totally on board when you say he should give the game a try.
  • he’s using the splattershot at first, but when he finds out the luna blaster exists, he won’t use anything else. it just looks so cool!
  • he gets pretty mad when he gets splatted, but the look on his face when he actually manages to splat somebody is priceless.
  • like a kid in a candy store!
  • every match he loses in followed by a series of swears and kicking the table, he gets pretty passionate about the game.
  • but every match he wins is celebrated like hell! fists in the air, the whole deal. he even picks you up and spins you! look S/O! look what he did!
  • but you can’t help but note that he’s always at the bottom of his team and his score is never very high, win or lose.
  • oh well. at least he’s having fun.


  • he doesn’t really get the concept.
  • so you’re a kid-
  • but then you’re a squid?
  • you’re an unholy human squid hybrid?
  • and when you become a squid you defy the laws of mass and descend into your own inky remnants?
  • ….basically yeah
  • he can’t ever focus on the game because he’s too busy asking questions about how your character functions as a creature
  • he runs into a lot of walls and doesn’t manage to accomplish a whole lot, and doesn’t even seem to be enjoying it.
  • you thought a robot would be better at video games honestly.
  • you decide maybe he should just explore the lobby instead.
  • he thinks the squid sisters are very charming honestly! look at them go! lovely! wonderful! he is a fan of them.
  • everything else? terrible. not a fan.
  • that’s not how squids work.
  • silly S/O.

Gonta Gokuhara

  • he’s so enthusiastic! this game is so colourful and pretty!
  • he runs off of platforms into the abyss or the water constantly, but he’s having so much fun that you can’t bear to correct him-
  • he’s switching between kid and squid constantly, not even TRYING to win the matches.
  • he honestly doesn’t shoot a single thing the entire time he’s playing. he’s having too much fun exploring.
  • you know his teammates probably hate him, because not only is he doing nothing, but he’s hitting the “Booyah!” and “Come on!” buttons every two seconds.
  • “It’s encouragement!”
  • this is honestly painful to watch but he’s so adorable when he’s having fun like this-
  • maybe you’ll make him his own account, but you probably won’t be letting him soil your username again any time soon.

Ryouma Hoshi

  • he’s honestly scarily good at this game.
  • he’s a sniper, and once he finds the best spot on the map, he doesn’t leave it.
  • he’s completely straight-faced the entire time, and he doesn’t miss a single shot.
  • you’re seriously worried for anybody who has to play against him right now.
  • not a single member of his team gets splatted, not while he’s on guard duty.
  • so while he doesn’t win a whole lot of points himself, his team ALWAYS wins and they have him to thank for it.
  • despite the fact that he says winning doesn’t really matter and it’s just a dumb video game, you can see that smug smirk every time he makes another shot.
  • he probably won’t play again though.
  • you honestly don’t want him to.
The Blonde Is Back

“No,” Jack shook his head, taking a step back. “No way.”

“But you promised!”

“I did no such thing!”

“I have video proof!” Joe protested.

“You forced me into it!”

“Please,” The older man scoffed, “You want to do this.”

“No I don’t!”

“Jack, we’re doing this.”

“Like hell we are.”

“You’ve done it before!”

“And I’m quite happy with how my hair is now.” Jack replied, taking another step back, “I’m not dying it blonde again.”

“Yes,” Joe reached forward, his fingers wrapping tightly around the other man’s wrist, “You are.” He tugged Jack forward, grinning as a cry of surprise slipped past his lips and he fell forward into the bathroom.

“When the hell did you get so strong?” Jack spluttered as Joe moved to stand in front of the door, arms crossed.

“Been going to the gym.”

“Obviously,” The younger man rolled his eyes, “You know you can’t force me to do this, right?”

“It’ll be fine. Now, sit down.”

The two boys stared at each other for a minute before Jack finally sighed and sat down heavily on the ledge of the bathtub.

“If you are secretly pranking me…”

“I’m not,” Joe replied happily, picking up the box of hair dye as he began to read over the instructions, “But you said you’d dye it blonde if we got enough thumbs up, and we are well past that point.”

“I like my hair colour now though,” Jack whined, “Can’t we just leave it?”

“Nope. Now, shirt off. I don’t want to wreck it.”

“Ah, the truth comes out,” Jack smirked as he removed his shirt, “You just want to get me naked.”

“I can do that regardless,” Joe snorted, “But by all means, keep your shirt on if you don’t mind getting dye on it.”

“I’m good.” Jack replied quickly, tossing his shirt to the other side of the room. “Let’s just get this over with.”

The process ended up being much more relaxing than Jack had thought it would be. Joe worked his fingers through the wet locks, scrapping lightly along Jack’s scalp as he applied the dye, and the younger man felt himself relax back against the body behind him.

The two chatted easily, catching up on the events of their past week. And while they waited for the dye to set, Joe made them both a quick snack, only slapping Jack’s hand away once when he reached for the food before it was ready.

Once the timer signalled it was time to rinse the dye out, Joe lead Jack back into the bathroom, where he took his time rinsing out the now blonde locks, his fingers gentle as he worked them through Jack’s hair.

“Well, this’ll take some getting used to.” Jack commented once his hair was dried and styled, thanks once again to Joe, and he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

“I like it.”

“You do?” His eyes met Joe’s in the mirror, and the older man nodded, smiling as he rested his chin on Jack’s shoulder.

“I like you blonde. I mean, I liked what you had going before too, don’t get me wrong, but there’s just something about you blonde.”

“Blonde’s do have more fun,” Jack smirked, lifting his hand to run his fingers through the blonde hair. “Still so weird seeing it this light again.”

“Get used to it,” Joe poked him, “And come on, the boys should be here any minute.”

As if right on cue, the front door buzzed, signalling the arrival of their mates.

“Do they have any idea this happened?” Jack asked as he followed Joe back out of the bathroom.

“I never said anything,” The smaller man replied, clicking the button to let their group in, “And since you had no idea…”

“Time for a surprise.” Jack grinned.

“Holy shit!” Josh blurted out when he walked into the flat and saw Jack’s new hair. “The blonde is back!”

“Oooh,” Conor grinned over at his brother, “Is the player back in the game?”

“Shut up,” Jack laughed, shoving Conor, “You know I’m not like that anymore.”

“You stopped sleeping around when you changed your hair colour though,” Caspar pointed out, “So now that it’s back to blonde, are you back to sleeping around?”

“And where did you get it done?” Oli asked, “Because it looks really good.”

“Thank you.” Joe answered, “I think I did a pretty good job.”

“You did it?” Oli looked over at him in surprise, “Really?”

“It was just dying hair. Not that difficult.” Joe shrugged, smiling over at Jack, “And I made sure he still had all his hair.”

“You’re never dying my hair again.” Jack pointed a finger at him, “And no,” He turned his attention to Caspar, “Just because I’m blonde does not mean I’m sleeping around anymore.”

“I hope not,” Joe mumbled as he walked past.

“Why the blonde then?” Josh nodded to Jack as they all settled onto the couch.

“Joe promised the viewers that if we got a certain number of thumbs up, it would happen.”

“Oooh,” The boys all chorused.

“Now it makes sense.” Josh chuckled.

“What?” Jack glanced around at the group, confusion across his face.

“It’s because Joe wanted you to. Makes sense,” Conor told him, reaching for a controller. “Who wants to play me?”

“I’m still confused.” Jack muttered.

“So am I,” Joe patted his knee, “But I figure its easier to just let it go.”

“Let’s see if the blonde made you any better at Fifa,” Oli called over to Jack, “Grab a controller.”

“I can still beat Conor, no matter what colour hair I have.” The blonde grinned, reaching for the free controller, already brushing off the boys words.

So what if he only did it because Joe convinced him? He had promised the viewers.

That was the real reason for doing it. Right?

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I just think after saving Eri, the heroes would learn pretty quickly that cuddly toys and playsets remind her of every time one of her father’s men was told to look after her, and just bought her some big brand toy that just made her sad.

So they get her other stuff. Colouring books, jigsaw puzzles, board games. Storybooks, a kite, a paint set. She loves them as she loves her new family, with all her tiny little heart.

It’s quite a while before someone finds a cuddly toy that doesn’t bring back bad memories. It’s a rabbit plush that Uraraka bought for her birthday, from an online company that does custom toys. The bunny is a dark green, with a red belt and boots, white gloves, and a big grin.

When Eri first unwrapped it, she squealed and hugged it, then hugged Uraraka. She held onto the bunny all day, and took it with her everywhere. Izuku went as red as a tomato once he figured it out, but he was just glad Eri is happy. 

(He’s a little less glad when he has to tell Eri that she can’t bring Deku-bun with her to her first day of school- school rules, not his; he’d be fine with it otherwise.)

Eventually she accepts some other toys- a teddy Yaoyorozu made for her personally, a stuffed monkey Todoroki won for her at a carnival, and a little white unicorn Kaminari found for her in a toy store, because “it’s an adorable sweetheart with one horn, just like you”. 

However, while these toys are kept in her room, and played with regularly, only one holds pride of place on her bed, because Deku-bun is best at keeping bad dreams away.

manbunjon  asked:

jonsa - black or green or yellow or orange pretty much any of them

I’m sorry this took so long. I’m just very slow with prompts (as many of you are coming to realise haha) but I hope you like this! 

Also this is for yellow! xD

Sansa smelled him before she saw him. His scent was intoxicating, something indistinct even to her finely tuned senses, but she was running towards him before she could stop herself. The air ruffled her furs as she sprinted through the woods. The moment Sansa had caught his scent, she knew she had to find him. The desire was too strong to deny – and she didn’t want to. She needed to know. She had to know.

The woods began to thin as Sansa neared the road leading back into to town. She ought to turn around. With the moon soon to be full and at its peak tonight, it was dangerous for her to be around humans. She no longer craved blood as she once had when Sansa was a mere pup, but it was still undeniably dangerous to risk it.

But then, the winterly air would breeze past her, his scent carried on its wings, and the desire would consume her again, filling her with something more powerful than bloodlust.

Sansa ran along the edge of the road, hidden in the shadows of the woods, following the scent as best as she could. He couldn’t be a mere mortal. No mortal had ever smelled so sweet before, but what could he be? The Starks were the only pack in this part of Scotland. Druids no longer lived in the area due to a centuries-old argument, and the age of the vampires was long gone, the last of its kind decimated to ash a millenia ago.

Stopping short of a nondescript black truck, Sansa’s hackles immediately rose and her tail swung perpendicular to her body. She couldn’t sense danger, but something was not as it seemed. She could smell it.

“Oh fuck!”

The man jumped back as soon as he came around the truck and caught sight of her, his chest heaving erratically. Sansa tilted her head to better study him. He was so familiar, yet she was sure she had never seen him before. However, there was no doubt that this was him. This was the man she had smelled from miles and miles away.

“You scared me,” he said, watching her carefully. “You’re not gonna hurt me, are you?” He stepped a little closer to her and Sansa instinctively bared her teeth. “Woah, sorry. I’m sorry. I just wanted to say hi.” He extended one hand. “Here, you can smell me.”

Sansa rolled her eyes. She could smell him from here. But she moved closer anyways, sniffing his hand and feeling the intoxicating scent surround her like a cocoon of warmth and… belonging. Startled by this sudden thought, Sansa moved back again.

“I don’t smell that bad, do I?” The man laughed, his grey eyes crinkling as he did so. He was still nervous and wary of her, but she could smell no fear there. Why? He should be afraid of her. She may not be as large as others in her family, but Sansa was certainly bigger than any wolf or dog this man would’ve come across.

“Hey, are you hungry?” he suddenly asked, before poking his head into the cabin of the truck and picking something out of a crinkly bag. He tossed it towards her. It was a piece of beef jerky.

Sansa crinkled her nose and let out an indignant snarl. As if she would eat beef jerky off of the floor. She wasn’t a total animal.

He laughed. “Okay, so no to that. Um… I don’t really have anything else, except for these lemon cakes my sister baked me, but you wouldn’t want that. How about –”

Without meaning to, Sansa whined loudly as she darted forward.

He paused. “You want the lemon cakes?” She lolled her tongue out and he laughed again. “Okay, lemon cakes it is.”

He brought out the little pastry goodness and Sansa greedily lapped them all up from the palm of his hand. When she was finished, he stroked the side of her head, his fingers sifting through her fur. She always found it patronising to be petted like a common dog, but Sansa couldn’t stop the contented warmth from spreading regardless. His hands were large and gentle, and the inexplicable pull to be near grew stronger and stronger the longer she stayed close to him.

“You’re not so scary,” he said, straightening back up. “But I have to go, Lady. I’ll see you around.” He gave her head one last pat before climbing into his car.

In a fit of panic, Sansa jumped in after him, climbing over his lap and into the passenger seat.

“Hey, no! I can’t bring you home.” The man looked at her with wide eyes. “C’mon, Lady. I have to go. It’s been a long day and I smell awful.”

No, she wanted to tell him, you smell wonderful. Instead, she whined and licked his hand.

He continued to look at her for a long second, and in that long second, Sansa could hear the screaming voices of her pack telling her to get the hell out of this truck and come home, but this man, whoever he was, meant something to her. There was a reason she was so drawn to him and Sansa had every intention of finding out what it was.

“Okay, well…” he sighed. “I guess I’ve always wanted a dog.” She snapped her jaw at that, and he smiled. “I mean a wolf. I’ve always wanted a copper-haired wolf.”

As he drove off, Sansa poked her head out of the car window, the breeze on her face feeling like nothing she’d ever experienced for. She’d seen dogs do it and scoffed at how stupid they looked, but Sansa could definitely feel the merit. It was freeing and joyous – a moment in time where you were nothing but a part of nature as she moved around you.

They arrived at a lone cottage just on the outskirts of town fifteen minutes later. She was a good hour run from home now, but that was okay. She trusted this man. He’d keep her safe. He’d protect her.

He led her into his house. It was small, a bit rundown, but it was lived-in. There were books lining the shelves and on the tables. Several half-finished tables and chairs were strewn about all over the place. Best of all, it smelled like him and only him. No female presence.

“So, this is home,” he said to her. “It’s not much but you’re a wolf that lives in the woods. This is probably paradise, right?”

Sansa scoffed, which just sounded like a huff of air in her wolf-form. She moved past him to begin inspecting the house. There was a reason she’d been drawn to this man, but there was nothing in his house that would indicate why. Until she found that reason, Sansa couldn’t go home to her pack. She wasn’t dumb enough to ignore a magical calling as powerful as this. She wasn’t Robb – who had ignored a passing druid’s warning and ended up with his tail singed.

“I can’t believe I’m talking to a wolf,” he sighed, running a hand through his curls. “I’ve been working too many shifts.”

She walked towards him and butted her head against his palm. He dropped his other hand from his eyes to look at her, smiling fondly, as he stroked her head. “Yeah, you’re right. I just need to relax.”

In under an hour, the sun descended behind the house and drowned them in darkness. The man immediately went to light the fireplace, amber light throwing long shadows onto the walls. Sansa was beginning to get restless. She paced back and forth before the front door, while watching the windows. She could feel the moon’s power grow stronger as it rose high into the inky sky outside. It was only dawning on her now that maybe the danger was her being here with him; maybe being so close to someone she desired would disrupt the years of training she had mastered, drawing out the bloodlust she normally kept so hidden away.

Sansa pawed at the door. She needed to feel the moon’s light on her fur. She needed to be outside.

“Okay okay, Lady, hold on.” The man got up from where he’d been sitting and unlatched the door. She raced out to the centre of his yard and craned her neck back, a deep and piercing howl ripping out of her throat. In the distance, she heard several reciprocal howls. The sounds of her family calmed some of the anxious energy inside of her, but then – there.

Sansa planted her feet, growling at something in the woods. She heard it. There was someone out there.

But why couldn’t she smell them?

“Do you want to go?” the man asked her, as he came to stand beside her. “Or do you want to come back inside? It’s freezing out here.”

Twigs crunched underneath heavy boots, but so soft was the sound the man continued to talk without knowing the danger he was suddenly in. Sansa bared her teeth, growling as fiercely as she could. She had never fought anyone, not even when her siblings would play-fight with each other. This man had no idea how appropriate ‘Lady’ was for a name, but he was in trouble now. Whoever was out there had dark intentions towards him and she had to protect him.

The footsteps drew closer. Sansa moved so she was in between the man and his assailant.

“Jon Snow,” someone snarled, red eyes flashed swiftly from the darkness of the woods. “Bought yourself a mutt, did ya? Little good that’ll do you now.”

Another shifter, Sansa thought with alarm. Now that she was looking, she could see the glint of elongated fangs under the moonlight.

“Ramsay? What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Teaching you your place in the world,” the other man said, and stepped out into the open. Sansa drew back in surprise. He wasn’t a full wolf. He was half mortal. That was why she couldn’t smell him. His scent was too confusing for her heightened senses tonight.

“Piss off, Bolton. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” the man named Ramsay laughed. “Don’t you see? You’re just a bastard human. I’m much more than that. I’m better than you.”

His face shifted, morphing into something grotesque – a hybrid of man and wolf with sharp fangs, red glowing eyes and sunken cheeks. They always said a person’s form reflected their soul. This man had no soul if his shift was anything to go by.

Jon gasped audibly behind Sansa. The sound was enough to remind her why she was here. She allowed the moon’s power to flow through her veins as she stepped forward, lips pulled back, growling in warning.

“Tie up your mutt before I do it for you!” Ramsay sneered.

That was the second time he’d called her that. Sansa let out one last warning before she lunged forward. He wasn’t as fast as her nor was he as strong. That was the benefit of descending from a long line of shifters. It wasn’t simply something that had been given to her later in life as often was the case for many of the new shifters. It was a legacy. She was a legacy. Stark wolves never backed down.

Once he regained his bearings, Ramsay threw her off and she went skidding across the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Sansa rolled and jumped back to all four paws. She raced towards him again and caught his torso in between her teeth, twisting her head side to side. Blood dripped from his wound down into her fur. Ramsay cried out, throwing her off again, and clutched onto his wound to keep the blood from spilling even more.

“Bitch!” he shouted. “You’re not –” His eyes betrayed his panic as soon as he heard the howling sounds of her family. They were asking for her. They must’ve heard Ramsay’s cry. She leaned her head back to howl in response. She was okay; she had this.

Without another word, Ramsay darted back out into the woods and disappeared. Even omega wolves like him would know not to threaten a member of the Stark pack. He may stand a chance against one of them, but together, they were unbeatable.

Sansa sighed, sitting down on her haunches. Her side ached from the impact of hitting the ground at such a force. She licked at her wounds and tried not to whimper so pathetically in front of this man, who she now knew was named Jon.

“Shit,” he said. He was staring at where Ramsay had disappeared. “Shit. What was – what the hell was that!” He looked to Sansa and shook his head. “Thank you, Lady. You saved my life.”

Jon kneeled down in front of her and wrapped his arms around her neck, burying his face into her fur. It made her heart speed painfully against her ribs; he smelled so good, too good. Why was the desire to be near him still so strong? Hadn’t she answered her calling? Shouldn’t this be over now?

When Jon pulled back, his eyes went wide, so comically so that Sansa couldn’t help giggling at his expression.

“You’re…. umm, naked.”

Sansa frowned. All wolves were naked essentially. She tilted her head to stare at him, wondering just why his cheeks were flushed so red.

“You’re naked,” Jon repeated again, voice rising with each word. “And a girl… But you were a wolf. And now you’re a girl? What the hell is going on!” He scrambled back abruptly, pushing as far away from her as he could, and it was then that something occurred to Sansa.

Wolves didn’t giggle.

She was no longer –

“Oh my god!” Sansa wrapped her arms around herself, trying to cover up her modesty as best as she could, but it was little use. The moonlight shone on her like a spotlight, putting her body on display. To mask her mortification, she glared at him. “Well, are you going to just sit there? Give me your coat.”

Jon blinked for several long seconds. He appeared to have trouble digesting her sudden shift, which would be funny if she wasn’t freezing and naked in front of him. But then finally, he stripped off his coat and threw it towards her. Sansa hastily pulled her arms through the sleeves and buttoned it all the way up.

God, his scent was even stronger now that she was wrapped up in his clothes.

“How are you – what are you?”

Sansa sighed. “I’m a shifter. Kind of like a werewolf except we have more control over when we shift.” She shrugged, feeling suddenly shy. “I, uh… I was drawn to you. It happens sometimes. We’re magical and sometimes the universe pulls us towards our calling for whatever reason.”

“You were called here to save my life?” Jon looked bewildered. She didn’t blame him. She’d be too. He shook his head and moved a little closer towards her. “Ramsay didn’t look like you. He was different.”

“He’s a hybrid,” Sansa said, watching the way his jaw ticked as he absorbed all of this. “He’s half man, half shifter. They’re not rare, but he’s… I don’t know. Transformations reflect who you are. That’s why my wolf form is red and grey.”

“And he’s a prick so he looks like a prick,” Jon finished, chuckling softly. It made her smile too, and suddenly, the pull towards him made her chest constrict painfully. Sansa winced, which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Did he hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” she said, but he was kneeling before her again, one hand tentatively on her shoulder. “I am. He didn’t hurt me.”

“Okay,” Jon nodded slowly. “But we should get you inside anyways.”

He helped her stand up and the feel of him touching her made her body burn with so much more than simply lust. She didn’t just want him; she needed him. But that didn’t make sense. She barely knew him. How could her calling be him?

“My name’s Sansa,” she blurt out as soon as they were safely inside the house. He looked at her and smiled. “I thought you should know.”

“Jon,” he said. “It’s nice to properly meet you.”

She blushed at that and shrugged. “I didn’t mean to deceive you. I couldn’t – it’s a full moon tonight. We’re usually unable to shift back to human form. I don’t know why this has happened.”

Jon chuckled. “I never said you were.”

“It’s just weird. None of this makes sense.”

He turned so he was facing her again. “What do you mean?”

“Sometimes we’re drawn to certain people to help them and when the task is over, the pull is gone and we go our separate ways,” she explained, looking down at the ground instead of at his expressive eyes. It felt too overwhelming in that moment. “But with you, the pull is still there. I still feel like I can’t leave you.”

His finger touched her chin gently, tilting it so she’d have to look at him. “Maybe because I don’t want you to leave me.” He gave her a half-smile, a mixture of awkward shyness and half-hearted amusement. “The moment you turned back into – well, you, it was like someone pulled back the curtains and all this light just came flooding through. Is that how you feel?”

Sansa tilted her head, his finger still dancing along the line of her jaw and doing sinfully delightful things to her body. She swallowed. “For me, it’s your smell. It’s everywhere and even if I was a hundred miles away, I think I’d still be able to smell you. I’d still be drawn back to you.”

“Why is that?” Jon murmured, as he continued to absentmindedly trail featherlight touches along her jaw to the sensitive area behind her ear. Each second made her heart thud rapidly and her chest heave with anticipation. “Why do I feel like I know you?”

Jon,” she half-gasped when he pressed a kiss to the edge of her lips. “Please…

“I’m sorry,” he said, but she couldn’t let him pull back. Not now. Not when it all became so abruptly clear.

“Don’t be.”

She leaned forward that extra inch and kissed him as fully and as passionately as she could, and in that split second when their lips touched for the first time, Sansa saw it. All of their lives, every single reincarnation; all of the different ways they found each other again. She saw it and she knew. He was her purpose; her calling. They were always meant to be together.

“Sansa,” he breathed, forehead pressed against hers. “You found me.”

She kissed him again briefly, chastely – just to remind herself that he was here now. “You found me last time. It was my turn.”

Jon laughed and wrapped his arms tighter around her waist. “It’s not a competition, love. And even if it were, you’ll always win. You found me the first time. That’s the most important one.”

“I hated that one,” Sansa said, remembering a time so long ago now where the winter spanned years and blood was spilled for a throne made of iron. “But I fell in love with you at Castle Black and we made a life even in the ashes. I’d go back for you.”

“I’d never ask you to,” Jon reminded her. His eyes brightened, hope shining in them. “Your family?”

“Alive.” She pressed a kiss to his nose. “You’ll see them soon.” Another kiss to his cheek. “But tonight, you’re mine.” And the first of many more kisses to his lips, needy and desperate and driven by hundreds of lifetimes of unconditional love.

He was her purpose now, and she knew they’d be okay.

They always have been.