#vera the wisp

[sapphanimates]

had a very busy day, so here's some alacrity stuff i finished in class!

[vodka-and-ocs]

swamp time (part 3)

[pupsmailbox]

DOLL︰PUPPET ID PACK

NAMES︰ abbie. adelaide. adorablesse. adorablette. aerlyn. alena. alexis. alice. amaia. amaya. andrea. angeline. ankou. annabelle. annie. antoinette. anxiette. anxious. apricot. asaka. ash. asha. aspen. atticus. ava. avel. babette. babydoll. bambi. bambina. bambino. bashfelle. bashful. beau. bellamy. belle. bells. bernadette. blu. blue. bluesse. bluette. blushe. blushesse. blushette. boo. bram. bronach. bronagh. brone. button. buttons. cadel. candace. carmilla. carrie. catherine. cessair. charlie. charlott. charlotte. chelsea. chia. chica. chirella. chirelle. chiwa. chuckie. claeg. coffin. colere. commedia. constance. coquette. cordelia. corelle. corette. corsette. cypress. dahlia. dalia. damon. darling. dawn. dearesse. dearest. dearette. dearie. deidre. demure. desdemona. devin. devon. doilie. doily. doll. dollaintye. dollawie. dollerie. dollesse. dollette. dolleyed. dollie. dolline. dollita. dolly. dolores. dottie. drea. dread. drusilla. dáinn. eeria. eldritche. elissar. eliza. elle. elodie. eloise. emerence. emily. essie. esther. evangela. evangeline. evelyn. eveyln. faith. frill. frillette. genevieve. genoveva. gia. gladys. glorie. glory. gorey. gorie. gracelyn. gregory. gretta. gwen. gwenivive. haldor. haunt. hiccup. hyde. iraia. iresse. irette. itishree. jabez. janelle. janet. jannet. jinx. josie. julie. juniper. juno. kailey. kanani. kewpie. kiva. krak. lace. lacesse. lacette. lacey. lacie. lain. laintess. lakka. lalki. lavender. lea. lefu. letta. letum. libitina. lilac. lillith. lilly. lily. loaela. lola. lolah. loletta. lolita. lolite. lolla. lottie. lovelace. luci. lucius. lulu. lute. lyla. lys. madison. mahina. mandy. mannie. manon. many. mara. maria. marianette. marie. marion. marionette. marionne. marotte. marrionette. marrow. mary. maryjane. marzana. maveth. meek. melanie. melodie. melody. merripen. miel. minuette. mold. moldie. moldy. molly. moonie. moore. morana. morgana. morgue. mors. mort. mot. muriel. murmur. muse. nadine. nadzen. nancy. nanea. nanelle. nanette. nappi. naz. negan. nekane. nelly. nemesis. nettie. nicodème. niegan. nimbus. nina. nuri. olive. oliver. olivia. omega. panchaali. parner. pinkesse. pinkette. pinkie. pinky. pinocchio. pippin. poe. poppet. poppette. poppy. porce. porcelain. porcelynn. prantika. pulau. punthali. pupetta. puppet. puppetear. puppetesse. puppetette. puppette. puppyte. putala. quinn. ravanche. raven. realiteer. rebel. ribbon. ribbonne. riley. rion. robert. rose. rubella. ruby. sacrifette. salem. sasha. satin. scarlet. sebastian. sew. sewine. shivani. shiver. sidney. smierc. smiley. smilie. softesse. softette. softie. solikha. spirit. sprout. statuette. stitches. strings. sweeheart. sweetheart. sweetie. sweetiebelle. sweetine. sychar. teacup. tearie. teddy. tempest. thalia. than. thana. theodora. thorn. trembelle. trista. ultima. ulysses. vanessa. vera. viola. visage. whisp. whisper. willow. winston. wisp. wispera. wrathes. zizi.

PRONOUNS︰ adorable/adorable. ae/aer. angel/angel. anger/anger. antique/antique. app/apparition. bell/bell. berry/berry. berserk/berserk. bjd/bjd. bla/black. blank/blank. bliding/bliding. blue/blue. blush/blush. bug/bug. button/button. cake/cake. car/carcasse. cheer/cheer. cloth/cloth. coffin/coffin. control/control. coo/croon. cor/cor. cor/corrupt. core/core. corpse/corpse. coy/coy. crack/cracked. cracked/cracked. cre/creepy. creep/creepy. cu/curse. cu/cute. curse/curse. cute/cute. da/dark. de4/de4d. de/dear. de/demure. dea/dead. dead/dead. dead/death. dear/dear. death/death. decay/decay. delica/delicate. delicate/delicate. demon/demon. despair/despair. dirt/dirty. do/doll. doll/doll. doll/dolly. dolly/dolly. dread/dread. dress/dressup. dress/up. d♡ll/d♡ll. eer/eeerie. elegant/elegant. en/energy. end/end. evil/evil. eye/eye. fabric/fabric. fae/fae. fi/figure. fig/figure. figurine/figurine. flower/flower. fragile/fragile. frail/frail. friendly/friendly. frill/frill. fury/fury. gho/ghost. glass/glass. glo/gloomy. gore/gore. grave/grave. grief/grief. grim/grimm. grime/grime. gru/grudge. ha/haunt. happy/happy. haun/haunt. hx/hxm. h♡/h♡m. it/it. joint/joint. joint/jointed. joy/joy. ke/ker. kew/kewpie. kill/kill. kor/kor. kor/korrupt. la/lace. lace/lace. lae/lace. lo/love. lo/loved. lolita/lolita. love/love. mad/mad. mae/mae. mari/marionette. marionette/marionette. me/meek. mi/mier. mim/mimic. model/model. morbid/morbid. mu/mutter. mur/murmur. nap/nap. null/null. ny/nym. patch/patch. phan/phantom. pink/pink. pitter/patter. plastic/plastic. play/play. play/playtime. play/time. plush/plush. plush/plushie. por/porcelain. porce/porcelain. porcel/porcelain. porcela/porcelain. porcelain/porcelain. pose/pose. pose/posed. possess/possessed. pup/puppet. puppet/puppet. rea/reality. rest/rest. reven/revenge. rib/ribbon. ribbon/ribbon. rot/rot. scare/scare. scary/scary. seem/seem. sew/sew. sew/sewn. shi/shift. shi/shiver. shx/hxr. sh♡/h♡r. sie/sier. silk/silk. slee/sleep. sleep/sleep. smile/smile. snap/snapped. sneak/sneak. soft/soft. sou/soul. spi/spider. spi/spirit. spo/spook. spook/spook. sta/stalk. sta/stare. statue/statue. sti/string. stitch/stitch. string/string. sweet/heart. sweet/sweet. sweet/sweetdolls sweetie/sweetie. ta/tap. te/teer. tea/teatime. teeth/teeth. thre/thread. thread/thread. thxy/thxm. th♡y/th♡m. ti/timid. to/toy. toy/toy. toy/toytime. trick/trick. un/canny. unca/uncanny. ve/ver. vey/vem. vi/vr. vintage/vintage. vomit/vomit. wan/wander. watch/watch. whi/whisper. white/white. wilt/wilt. wood/wood. wrath/wrath. yarn/yarn. zzz/zzz. ♡/♡. ⚰️ . 🍨 . 🛌 . 🛏️ . ��� . 🧸 .

[timeslugarts]

A little Vera history, this is a little bit about how she got the fire wisps that float around her.

Also meet Jack, I am a simple girl don’t judge me.

Also I drew this too quickly.

[inn0cencestrained]

GUARDIAN : facing down a threat, sender pushes receiver back with an arm, moving to stand in front of them and protecting them with their own body. (( vera ready to fight for her mama irulan (ง•̀.•́)ง ))

@deficd

"Vera I'm not asking you- I am telling. So long as you are under this House you will-"

Irulan stops, the faint roars of heighlingers coming off in the distance. No one was to arrive on Lankiveil today, especially not in the numbers that it sounded like. Had Feyd forgot to mention something to her? No. No, no she was Empress and she knew just as much as he did...this was unexpected. This was.....wrong.

".....Vera, do not go out that door....come to me now."

Before Irulan even had time to fully understand, a gasp wisped into her lungs as the first sign of soldiers came into view over the horizon. "We're under attack." Quickly she turns from the window, grabbing her daughter's hand as she begins pulling her down the hallway- just as the doors are kicked in. Before Irulan could even process it, Vera had grabbed her, throwing her behind her as she brandished her blade given to her by Feyd- much to Irulan's disdain. Her heart thunders in her chest as the opposing guards began for them, eyes looking around and waiting for her moment to use her voice to protect them- before her daughter would have to swing the blade and risk her life.

When another door is kicked down, Irulan turns, a rush of relief filling her when she saw the Sardaukar begin to run to them, pushing them back and before the soldiers filling the House. A call is given to Irulan and Vera, beckoning them to run to it, and Irulan's hand grips Vera's and pulls her behind.

They're ushered out the back, towards an awaiting Heighliner coming in the distance, and finally Irulan turns back to Vera, gripping her shoulders and shakes her. "Don't you ever do that again! Do you understand me? You don't ever put your life before mine! Ever! So help me, if you ever try that again I will put you on your knees- do you hear me?!" Tears well up in emerald eyes before Irulan pulls her into her arms. "Damn you....don't you dare....don't you dare do that again." She holds her for a moment longer before sniffing and pulling back. "C'mon...we have to go. I'm sure your father is waiting on the heighliner."

She turns her head to the nearest guard as they begin running towards the hovercraft, asking if the Emperor was already on board. No. It makes her blood run cold but before Irulan could spit another word out an explosion is detonating in the distance, near the spaceport....where Feyd had been.

"Feyd?" Irulan whimpers, stopping dead in her tracks as she only watched the flames rise higher and higher. "Feyd?" Steps are began in that direction, letting out a loud wail as a guard is quick to get behind her and wrap his arm around her waist to keep her from running towards her husband. "No! No!!" The Empress thrashes in the guard's arms, screaming for Feyd. It's only when she catches a glimpse of Vera doing the same does she still. Her daughter...their daughter. She had to get out of here- Feyd would never forgive her if Vera got hurt, nor would Irulan forgive herself Being a mother had to triumph over being a wife.

"Vera!" Irulan runs to her once she's settled back on the snow, cupping her face. "....We've got to go....we've got to go...." Once again Vera is pulled behind her and two guards, where they're practically thrown on the Heighliner and within seconds they're up in the air...flying away from the destruction.

"Don't look," Irulan whispers as arms wrap around Vera. ".....Just don't look...."

[venominmypizza]

Here's some artists I associate with my characters

Mat - kavinsky/HEALTH

Vera - wisp/you love her

Metano - IAMX

Marina - CHVRCHES

Spider - mr. Kitty/Trevor something

J-man - TWRP

Sion Kit - death grips/gorillaz

I have a part 2 planned for when I'll introduce the other characters!!

[theizzifromosaka]

Monster Prom

Monster Prom is a series of lighthearted, lightly crude dating sims where your player character of choice attempts to romance one of several popular monsters at Spooky Academy. All characters featured are adults of their species.

I only played the first two games, and at the time of writing this have not invested much in the second title. These games operate on something akin to the Rule of Cool, it can be hard to tell what can be taken at face value, which is to say they have a pretty loose canon.

Miranda Vanderblit

Miranda is a legged mermaid who comes from Royalty, an obvious homage to The Little Mermaid. Miranda is spoiled to a comical degree, it’s stated on several instances that she considers herself above eating food and has servants who do that for her.

I've already spoken about mermaids in my previous reviews so I'll address a common design element pop culture mermaids often have, and Miranda here is no exception: Fin ears. I am of the opinion that they're kinda dumb but they're not a deal breaker for me.

Miranda kinda disappoints me with her design's simplicity. She's victim to what I previously referred to as the "just paint 'em blue" fallacy, and in my opinion she's an especially tragic example. Besides the previously mentioned fin ears and what are likely representative of gills on her neck, her design isn't very fish-y. In my opinion this could have been remedied with the inclusion of a tail, maybe a dorsal fin, a scaly pattern, or even something as simple as webbing between her fingers.

Polly Geist

Polly is a ghost, a real party animal and a heavy abuser of drugs and alcohol. A consistent detail is that drugs don't actually affect her much so in order to become intoxicated she has to possess someone, get them intoxicated, and as a result get herself intoxicated. She also tells a different story every time she talks about how she died.

Ghosts are very likely the most believed in mythical being in the world, with several cultures across the world having some equivalent that all end up being categorized in the west as "ghosts". Honestly it's kinda cheating. Based off her name and her outgoing nature it's safe to say Polly is specifically supposed to be a Poltergeist, a spirit of German origin that's often blamed for unexplained rattling noises and falling objects, and in that way they're similar to Gremlins. Pop culture poltergeists often levitate and throw several objects at once, including large pieces of furniture.

Polly's got a pretty basic design too, but in my opinion it works well. The cloudy wisp her ponytail forms is reminiscent of the tail ghosts are often depicted with (does anyone know why? I can't find a solid answer) and the shade of blue that her entire body sans her sclera sort of suggest she's akin to a projection. Of course I also have to mention her MASSIVE thigh gap, a feature which I find myself hung up on. Overall good, was originally my favorite but other designs grew on me.

Vera Oberlin

Vera is a money-oriented Gorgon with little sympathy for others. She’s always scheming ways to get rich(er) quick, and most scenarios with her involve helping her get away with some scam or fraud.

The three Gorgons of Greek Mythology were the sisters Stheno, Euryale and of course the famous Medusa. While the first two were immortal, Medusa was famously slain by the hero Perseus via decapitation. The most consistent feature of the Gorgons is their head of hair made of living snakes, which Vera here of course has.

Vera is a simple design that even more than Miranda really relies on the fact that she's green, but given the only real defining visual trait of a Gorgon is their head of snakes makes this understandable. I myself at one point considered making a Gorgon OC but pretty quickly found myself constrained by the lack of flexibility. It might be early to call it but I don't think Gorgons make for very good Monster Girls.

Zoe

Zoe, formerly known as Z’Gord, Ruler of the Dark Realms, is a Lovecraft-inspired Betentacled Deity who loves writing erotic fiction about the other students at Spooky High, and her favorite fictional ships. Her worshipers often follow her around and unintentionally bother her.

H. P. Lovecraft was an influential horror author who really made Cosmic Horror a thing. I'm not too familiar with his work so I can't really comment but his influence, similar to some of his creatures (I would assume), are inescapable.

Zoe's such a refreshing break from the characters so far. She's asymmetrical, she's got mouths on her limbs and eyeballs poking out everywhere except where you would expect. I'm not sure what eye I'm supposed to look at, and I genuinely love that. As delightful as I find her appearance her personality is a bit of a mixed bag for me, she's occasionally overbearing but can also be a lot of fun, and is also one of those characters that spouts Pop Culture references, which I kinda have to be in the mood for.

Vicky Schmidt

Vicky is one of the selectable player characters, a reanimated corpse who has the same vague personality as the other player characters.

She's classified on the wiki as a "Frankenstein's Monster" Frankenstein was the REAL monster which, if I may, if she wasn't made by Victor then she can't be one of his monsters.

Her design is honestly way too similar to Frankie Stein for me to come up with very much to say about her without feeling like I'm repeating myself. Her choice in clothing is much more mundane than what Frankie might wear, and I'm not sure why, but Vicky appeals to me a lot more.

Amira Rashid

Amira is another playable character, a Fire Djinn who once again has the same horndog personality as the other player characters.

Oh boy. Djinn. Why'd they have to go and make her a Djinn? Couldn't they have called her a Fire Elemental? Alright, so Djinn are really old, they're most commonly associated with Islamic beliefs but they actually predate Islam. They're powerful beings that are in many ways comparable to demons, however they're not inherently evil. Their power is respected and feared, and there are many parts of the world where belief in their existence is common. Most Americans might be more familiar with the concept of a wish granting Genie, which is basically like a translation of the concept. Honestly I'm barely scratching the surface, there's a lot to talk about with Djinn and no offense but I don't think Amira here deserves half this review to focus on her.

Amira's a really basic design, she's just a normal human whose head is on fire. Her design doesn't really have to stand out since she'll only really be seen on the Character Select Screen and during Endings. If you're curious, I believe the elemental Djinn thing comes from Tabletop RPG's.

Dahlia Aquino

Dahlia is a side character in the first game, promoted to main love interest in the second one. She’s a demon, rival of main love interest Damien LaVey. She’s very muscular.

I'm surprised it's taken me this long to talk about Demons. The wide spread of Christianity and their frequent use in pop culture means that most people already have some familarity with the general idea of demons, but basically they're agents of evil, and are pretty poorly defined. Demonology is its whole own thing with some pretty crazy demon descriptions out there, but most media just goes for the standard horned imp look. I feel compelled to mention that during the spread of the Catholic Church's influence a common tactic they would employ to convert people is to classify pagan deities as Demons, and informing them they've been worshiping a false idol.

Dahlia is very muscular, and very tall. 'Nuff said.

The Coven (Joy, Hope and Faith)

The Coven are a Coven of witches, who despite on many occasions insisting they are individuals mostly act as a unit, at least in the first game. Joy, the leader of the Coven, gets upgraded to main love interest in the sequel and as a result gets a lot more characterization.

Witches have a few different origins, all of them kinda unfortunate. Basically, think of the term Witch as being synonymous with "someone from a non-Catholic religious group", or sometimes quite simply "woman I don't like", and that should give you a pretty good idea about the history of Witches, and put into context the Witch Resurgence we've been seeing recently. While thankfully none of these three resemble the unfortunate antisemitic caricature associated with Witches, I still feel it's worth a mention. Witches are a real thing, kinda, and as such labeling them as Monsters is probably problematic. The Coven being unpopular among the student body is potentially a reference to how they don't belong, I suppose.

Aaravi Mishra (The Slayer)

Despite only being half monster I gotta say Aaravi might be my favorite character in the first game. She gets upgraded to main character in the second game, now sharing a body with a Sentient Curse named Hex. She seems to have chilled out a lot in the second game, which I’m honestly disappointing by. In the first game it’s not immediately apparent if she’s even a student, as she’s mostly seen running around trying to kill the students. Fortunately for them, she’s terrible at it, but it doesn’t stop her from trying.

The Slayer is only half monster, and we never even learn what the other half is. Despite this her bravado is so ridiculously endearing to me I still consider her my favorite character. Kinda weird saying that my favorite character in this game with Monster Girls up the wazoo is the most human one, but that's the reality I live in.

Nobody tell Tumblr I posted this without permission, I just wanted to share this fun voice line

Violet Portobello

It’s hard to talk about Violet without also mentioning her boyfriend Tate. The two are inseparable, as doing so would likely kill one or both of them at this stage. The two are often seen rubbing their literally toxic relationship in everyone’s faces. Poor Tate is very likely an unwilling participant of this relationship, and he doesn’t seem to have much autonomy.

I know we're not supposed to like this one but if you've seen my OCs then you know what I'm about, and I gotta be true to myself. Violet is cute and fun, not cute enough for me to envy Tate at all of course but enough to say that I appreciate her inclusion in the game.

The Boys

I'm actually gonna do it this time, I'll talk briefly about the main male love interests. They stand on equal footing with the girls in this title, and are subject to the same level of fanservice.

Scott Howl

Scott is a jock, a real himbo and a self-proclaimed Good Boy. He's a werewolf with a simple lifestyle and many doglike properties.

Scott's got a pretty average design for a werewolf. Big, hairy and wild-looking. I'm not sure if the implication is that he's always partially transformed given his tail but he follows the classic trope of not remembering what he did while transformed.

Liam de Lioncourt

Liam is a vampire, a hipster and a contrarian. He hates things that are popular and sees himself as the ultimate authority when it comes to good tastes.

Liam's one of those characters whose appeals I don't really get. Like I can understand being a fan of an unlikable douche, but I'm more the kind of guy that laughs when said douche takes a pratfall.

Damien LaVey

Damien loves destruction, arson and generally anything he thinks is cool. He's a demon prince, and unlike Vera he is not afraid to get his hands dirty just because he's royalty.

Damien's design resembles one of those depictions of Satan where he has horns, a long thin tail ending in a spade and often seen holding a pitchfork. It's a fun take on the design that really imbues it with "rebellious youth" energy.

Calculester Hewlett-Packard

Voiced by Jacksepticeye, Calculester is an automaton made from a school computer and given life via a magical floppy disk. He's naïve and mostly just wants to make friends, often having to be tricked into immoral actions.

What a fun design. A '90s style computer monitor mounted on a robotic body that matches its aesthetic, with ribbon cables and what might be copper tubes poking out in places. Also have to mention his last name, that's funny.

I have unfortunately not had the pleasure of playing this game with friends but regardless this game's humor and charming characters made me a fan of it. Its cryptic, occasionally frustrating systems have to be mentioned but they're only really a problem if you start trying to hunt endings, not helped by incomplete documentation on the events meaning that no walkthrough is totally complete. this game's got a LOT of dialogue.

Monster Girl fans might have a lot of fun getting to know this cast of characters, but superficial fans might get bored after having seen a few of the endings. Monster Boy fans have just as much to gain from playing this, which is rare. Most media picks one or the other to appeal to.

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[hungryhorsey2]

For the ask meme: all the prime numbers, or all the numbers in the fibonacci sequence, your choice

i dont wanna write out all eleven prime numbers, so fibonacci sequence it is. 1. Last game you finished Monster Prom! played with my wife yesterday! Vera rejected me bc i was TOO POOR

2. Game(s) you’re currently playing Apex Legends (always) and Cult of The Lamb!! Cult of The Lamb is SO fucking fun. im on the last area now and im excited

3. 1-3 games you’ve played in the past 12 months that you really enjoyed does Apex count? does it count???? ive been consistently playing it for a long time now and i enjoy it so sdfjgnsdfg. other than that, Cult of The Lamb and Stray! kitty kitty kitty

5. Game(s) coming out that you’re looking forward to SILKSONG!!!!!!!! TEAM CHERRY PLEASE I BEG OF YOU WE NEED OUR LITTLE GUYS

8. A series you haven’t played but are interested in trying Shovel Knight! it looks very fun and its a classic, so its on my wishlist!

13. Quick, name the first song from a game that comes to mind hornet theme from hollow knight..... on marimba!!!!

21. A boss that was disappointing Horn Beetle/Hornbug from Ori and the Will of the Wisps.

[ID: A drawing of a beetle-like creature from Ori and the Will of the Wisps. It is dark teal coloured, with a big horn with protrusions on it growing downwards on it's head. It's back looks like a shell or a collection of rocks, with spikes growing in between. It has a yellow-ish underbelly, as well as a pair of under-wings in the back. End ID] i defeated him even in a blind panic, and it really wasnt much of a boss fight.

[sonic-alacrity-project]

Master Emerald Zone Masterpost

Present:

Current Designs

Tiara + Honey + Sticks

Amy

Knuckles

Young Shadow

Sonic (Post-Forces)

Tails (Forces)

Trace

Cy and Vera

Various Alacrity Guys (feat. Fang)

Other Artwork

Big + Trace

Trace Backstory Jot (feat. Zero/Infinite + Dire + Fang)

Chaotix Story Jot (feat. Mighty + Knuckles)

Ring of Tails (feat. Tails)

Zess Design Notes

Various Design Update Jot (feat. Espio + Zazz)

Text posts

Trace Lore Notes

Enerjak

Trace Design Notes

Trace's Scars Update

Archie

Universal Lore Dump (+ some other stuff that isn't important)

Shitposts

Trace Adventure

T-Shirt

Tiny Thing

Applesauce

Yippee

The Gang

Tasmanian Devil Strong! (feat. Trace)

Outdated Designs

Red Wisp Sonic + Cyborg Tails

Mighty

Honey

Trace Ver. 1

Trace Ver. 2

Fang

Zone Cop Uniforms (feat. Sonic, Shadow, & Silver)

Rouge

Older Art (feat. Mighty)

Various Character Concepts (feat. Young Shadow + Maria + Rookie + Red Wisp Sonic + Cyborg Tails)

Sonic (Post-Forces)

Wisp Leaders

Team Chaotix + Mighty + Knuckles

Future:

Designs

Adult Tails

Other Artwork

Team Legacy Redesign Jot

Outdated Designs

Team Legacy + Babylon Rogues

[Project Alacrity is a Sonic the Hedgehog fan AU project created by @sapphanimates]

[rainof5]

My time has come

Corrections/confirmations:

Manpower: confirmed blond (Ward x.5)

Cuff is not blond, at least in Ward ("I could see wisps of black hair escaping. It was rare to see hair that fine and that black" (Ward 10.10))

Monokeros is not blond ("a woman with black hair and a few tattoos was leaning against the side of a building, camouflaged" (Ward 8.4)

To add:

Voltrage is "pale, with paler, drier hair than he’d had in his first life" (Ward 9.i)

Reconciliation is blond (Ward 9.x)

Rain's uncle has "graying blond hair" (Ward 4.b)

Lachlan is blond (Ward 4.b)

Jay is blond (Ward 5.d)

If you're counting silver/white hair, Mama Mathers has "bleached silver" hair (Ward 4.c)

Valefor has "white-dyed hair" (Ward 4.c)

Scapegoat is blond (Ward 8.y)

Vince Crowley has "long bleached hair with dark roots" (Ward 6.8), unsure if you want to count that or not

Nailbiter and Colt both have bleached hair (Ward 11.b and 5.2 respectively)

Moose is blond (Ward interlude 1)

Foggy Idea has "Einstein hair dyed gray" (Ward 11.1)

Lionwing is "strawberry blonde" (Ward 11.3)

Dino and Enyo are "Silver haired" (Ward 12.z)

Anita Vera has "white hair" (Ward 9.x)

Director Armstrong has white hair (Ward 5.6)

Presley dyes her hair to be "gray-white" (Ward x.4)

blonde wildbow characters:

WORM:

lisa wilbourn (Tattletale)

victoria dallon (Glory Girl/Antares)

carol dallon (Brandish)

sarah pelham (Lady Photon)

Neil Pelham (Manpower)? (Presumed, i'm not a geneticist but both his kids have blonde hair and i think that's recessive)

crystal pelham (Laserdream)

eric pelham (Shielder)

Dean Stansfield (Gallant)

Mike ? (Lightstar)

Missy Biron (Vista)

Elle ? (Labyrinth)

Riley Grace Davis (Bonesaw)? (it's never said if her hair is naturally blonde or she made it blonde to look more like America's Sweetheart)

Paige Mcabee (Canary)? (feathers are yellow, hair is technically unknown)

Ashley Stillons (Damsel of Distress)

Noelle Meinhardt (Echidna)

Marissa Newland (Sundancer)

Greg Veder (The Worst)

Oliver (Oliver)

Ava (Cuff)

Kurt Wynn (Harbinger/Number Man)

Jeanne Wynn/Brown (Citrine)

Rune/Scribe

Sam (Prism)

WARD:

Rain O'Fire Fraizer (Precipice)

Ashley Stillons II (Swansong)

Ashley Stillons III (Damsel of Distress)

Ryan (Cradle)

Nailbiter

Colt (Colt)

PACT:

Blake Thorburn

Rose Thorburn Jr.

Rose Thorburn Sr.

Paul, James, Roxanne, Peter Thorburn

Sandra, Penelope, Joanna, Lea, Chloe, Lola Duchamp

TWIG:

I didn't read twig

[sapphanimates]

Zeti

Wisps!

[plush-rabbit]

Phantom Pains - Dabi

Request: Okay this is the same person asking about the mr.compress phantom pain CHSJXKC. But could you also do one for dabi where his significant other always treating his burn scars with ointment or aloe vera to help soothe the pain for him. He knows it’s useless since he’ll end up damaging his body the next day, but know you’re trying your best to help him feel soothed even for a little bit makes him feel something. He doesn’t want to admit it but it makes him appreciate you since he knows you don’t have to do it

A/N: Ive been really itching to write for Dabi lately and I’m not sure why

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His skin burns, a stinging sensation that threatens with each passing day to lose the feeling of touch. It is akin to something like burning your fingertips along a flame, the pain is sharp, fixated on just that small section, and the rest of you feel fine, but the pain is so intense it’s all that you can focus on. It burns and it ruins him. Dabi hates it when you touch him. He has no real issue with his appearance, but even then, he knows that he’s know longer a child, that any shred of innocence has been lost and bridges have been burned. With every use of his quirk, the burns spread across him, creeping up his chest and wrapping around him in a perverted hug. He doesn’t hate his appearance, but he doesn’t want you to touch him. No matter how bad you can claim yourself to be, you’ll never be as tarnished as him.

It takes a lot for him to allow you to touch him, and even then, it’s only for so little that you can’t register how his skin feels under you. You’ve thought about touching him when he’s asleep, to caress his soft face and hold him in your hands, but even when you near him, with your hands cupped, it feels to awful- guilt and a dirty feeling starts to creep and you don’t want that to be your true, first touch. Every so often, he leans beside you, the scent of smoke nothing but wisps of something woodsy, and his hand is outstretched to hold yours. His body will tense, the feeling of you touching him and tracing along his staples making him want to aquarium away but he can’t bring himself to show that type of emotion and vulnerability to you.

There’s a knock at your door and when you open it, he stands there, looking at you with sad eyes. He’s come to you on his own, and he doesn’t tell you that he’s hurt, that he’s in pain and his skin feels as if it’s going to fall apart, but it’s easy enough to tell that he is in pain. He’s too tired, emotionally and physically exhausted to brush off your hand that gingerly cups his face and he can feel your fingertips rub a part of his skin that has started to scab over. His scar is spreading, and he’s allowing it to happen, welcoming it with manic excitement and joy. It’s the first time that he’s ever let you see him like this. So defeated, and quiet. You welcome him into your home and he knows that you’ll complain that he didn’t take his shoes off at the door, but he’ll get to that later. He’ll suffer your consequences eventually.

He isn’t usually so emotional- at least not like this- but he’s just tired. He can feel the joints in his body catch and click, he can smell himself, the burning flesh, the dirt and grime that sticks to him. He’s just tired. He has these soft, blue eyes that you hardly get to see. They’re usually filled with a passion, an intensity that makes you almost scared of him and what exactly he’s thinking when he stares at the wall for a bit too long. You bring him into the bathroom, and he chooses to sit on the edge of the bathtub, staring down at the floor, at the pale blue carpet under his feet that has been soiled with dried mud. You stand in front of him, your slippers at the edge of his vision and when he looks up at you, you’re smiling softly, and an assortment of items are on the sink counter.

Your hands flutter over him, removing his shirt, letting the fabric fall onto the floor of the bathtub, and he’s in front of you shirtless, and there’s a bit of shame in his eyes at having let you touch him like this. He’s been alone for so long, he could have done it for another year or two. A wet cloth is dabbed over his skin, and you make small talk with him, telling him about your day- how your neighbor mentioned there might be rain tomorrow, how you have to start saving money to go and buy groceries. It’s the little things that make this all feel so much more domestic than it really is. A part of him wants that with you- the wishful thinking of a child that would have married you in the playground, but instead, he’s at the edge of the bathtub without anything important to tell you. You’re gentle as you dot against his skin that you’re like a phantom over him. Each press, each dab and dotting, is soothed over with your cool breath. He can feel each movement, so delicate against his textured skin, so genuine and caring over his scars and staples.

Torture. That’s what this all is. Some sort of sick torture that will always follow him until he’s either ash or six feet under. It’s his own curse. He’s nothing but a wishful thought, a late night thought of what could have been. He is nothing more than just him at this moment. And yet, you’re here. Ruining it all. You’re brushing away the dirt and not even making some snarky comment about the dirt on the sole of his shoes and how awful he smells. Like a corpse that refuses to die. He’s rotten from inside and out and you really believe that you can fix all of that. All of him. He doesn’t even realize that he’s holding your arm until you call his name, and tell him that you need your arm. He finally breathes and lets your arm go, knitting his own hands together.

Time and time again, he’s told you to stop caring for him- to stop wasting your money on things for him, but you never listen. He’ll just burn all over again and he can feel it, and you can see how it’s spreading, how his purple tinted skin reaches to his more sun kissed one. Yet, as loving as you are, you’re just as stubborn. You refuse to stop, to ever quit taking care of him for even a moment. Every cruel word is met with a slight tap on his nose, and you tell him that he’d do the same for you, but he never answers that. He would- if the roles were reversed, he’s sure he would have. He would have nursed you back to health and kept you close to him, wanting so desperately to clip your wings but being unable to. He’s sure that is how you feel too. That you want to keep him with you, out of harm’s way, and safe in your arms and he’s sorry that he can never promise you that, but he’s here and getting to be safe for one more night is more than enough for the two of you.

Even in darkness, he’s sure that he could find his way through your home without a struggle. He’s counted the number of steps when he’s been here alone, when you offered him sanctuary and let him sleep on the couch with leftovers in the fridge. He knows that every room in your home is stocked with supplies for him- and partially you when you accidentally burn yourself. You choose things that you know he’ll like. He’s creeped behind you to watch as you researched items over items, reading reviews and reviews and saving the website or adding the item to your cart. He’s infected every part of your life in the same way that you’ve held and healed him. The both of you seem to agree that the soothing aloe vera is the best for him, but the texture is odd, slimy even. Even so, the ointment leaves him feeling heavy and when he’s laid on your bed with your hands massaging his, the last thing he wants to feel is heavy.

As much as he hates it- being so undeniably dependent and obsessed with you- he also craves it. He loves the feeling of your hands on his. How you always hold him without him even trying to signal to you that that is all what he needs. He lays in your bed, and he looks at you through half lidded eyes and a ghost of a smile on his face that threatens to reveal itself as you play with his hands, massaging at his fingers and tracing the lines and scars on his hands. You never seem to make eye contact with him during these moments and he’s come to realize that it’s because of how vulnerable that is to you. How you care for him is something he’s unable to face, you sitting on the same bed is something that makes you so distant, looking at him like he’s a dream, like a puff of air will make him float away from you. He’s looking at you and he’ll slowly curl his hand to fit it nicely into yours.

Of course, he doesn’t hate any of it, but he wishes he could live without it. You’re easy to be around. He knows what you want, how the tiniest bit of vulnerability will make you kiss the tip of his nose, how you’ll always cover him with a blanket when you get up to make breakfast. It’s easy around you. He knows you and while you might not know everything about him, you know Dabi, and that’s just him. It’s rare for him not to come to you in the dead of night, when you’re so tired and your hair is messy. It’s so rare to not have you hold his hand, that when he’s sleeping alone and in the odd stage between consciousness and unconsciousness, he swears he can feel your hand, and the soft press of your lips against his nose. He brings you to lay with him, his arms curling over your body and head buried into the soft curve of your neck where he can feel your heart pulse against his cheek and your own hands so carefully smoothing over his untarnished skin, and in the smallest voice, you ask to touch all of him, and he nods, unable to trust his own voice in that single moment. To be offered the sweetest thing is the true punishment of his entire existence.

[i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry]

i've been thinking about a sagau x monster prom crossover for DAYS

usually my brainworms give up by now but nooooooo

it's just nonstop so i'm gonna share some of it with you in hopes that it'll either go away or at least give someone some amusement

the main premise is god!reader being a member of the cast, not one of the main prospects but they show up a lot (or they are one of the options but, y'know, like the most difficult route bc the requirements need like a perfect run to meet & even then it's treated as a one off thing (you're devoted to your people/protecting this poor soul from them))

the entire cult was isekai'd and the others can make appearances, but you tend to try and avoid intervention bc you know this is a game and you don't know if it also counts as yours (either way you're pretty set as teyvat's god and you don't think they're willing to share, gotta protect the world, the coven would be proud)

i see the cast seeing you as kinda boring in the 'doesn't resort to violence, murder, or drugs and actually gives a damn about the less fortunate????' but also that puts you closer to the 'must protect' category with blobbert and scott

zoe is the only one who actually knows that you're mx god of gods and the two of you vibe on being more ancient and powerful than everyone else while usually being depicted as the more normal or harmless than the rest (aside from particular moments, like Zoe lashing out, but those are triggered by an outside source)

please feel free to troll the fuck out of leonard and maybe kill and revive him a few times can't be arrested if he's not dead

i feel like your secret ending would revolve around finding a way back home and like maybe creating a way to go back and forth so you can still spend time with the pc bc you gotta give them that satisfying ending (or maybe they come with idk it won't last)

fucking love imagining the various possible scenes where people find out you're not as harmless as you seem, maybe a full run of that could be a second secret ending

honestly really like the idea of god reader meeting damien's dads for some reason??? but like damien's my fave and i love him and his dads and their relationship so it's not surprising

BUT AGAIN WITH ZOE

the two of you can totally complain about your cults (yours is an "organized religion"? ok whatever) together and how over the top they can be, but you definitely count yourself lucky that yours is so much better (though i suppose they do get better in one of zoe's secret endings, you'd probably cameo there)

calculester would love you, finally one of his friends has a fucking MORAL COMPASS (the coven too)

let loose sometimes tho, you gotta keep up with the shenanigans

PLEASE punch the interdimensional prince in the face

also it'd be so cool to hang with valerie and you're not monster enough for the slayer to go after you so you and aaravi can hang too!

omg talking video game stuff with aaravi she'd be so interested in the artifacts and weapons from teyvat

you can hear the narrator btw & sometimes discuss with him how much you can do without messing up the game's progression (letting you build up a whole ass unofficial empire w/ your group behind the scenes, the advice on how to keep out of vera's sights and away from any in-game powers (the only real threats, let's be honest here) is op)

any time anyone says anything like "but that's impossible" you can just pipe in like "since when does logic apply to spooky high? just ask [player name]"

yes you say player name there :)

AND IMAGINING THE WEEKEND AND LUNCH BITS NOW BYE

just it's so fun???

ALSO ALSO LET'S TALK SPRITES

i'll leave most of it to your imagination but you could totally give cameos to your faves! like half the genshin cast (ok that's an exaggeration but shhh) can transform, just like, kffjsdjgkslk wisp venti or birb xiao chilling on your shoulder??? carrying around a fox yae??? idk how canon it is but ik a lot of people on here like talking about a smaller dragon zhongli and like just keep him on your shoulders it's perfect

[floralfloyd]

Sentimental Journey

This is a little something I wrote for @mercurygray 's Blind Dates Event. It really gave me the chance to play around with an idea for an OC I've had in my head for a while now. I hope you all like it and I hope to write more for and about Ellis in the future! Enjoy!

The atmosphere was set with smoke as a big brass band played everything from Glenn Miller to Vera Lynn. It was a wonder on just how much cigarettes it took to create the screen that cloaked the dance hall, some wisps curling as they left the lips of its creator's others swirled before creating one big blanket in the air.

Forest Green shoes tapped along with the beat, she had always loved ‘Tampico’, its upbeat tempo and fun lyrics were always something to make people smile, especially in the desperate times of war. As a dainty hand grasped the glass of sherry that lay almost forgotten in front of her, Ellis couldn't help but imagine June Christy singing along.

Every Friday night, Ellis White caught the 18:30 bus from Aldbourne to nearby Swindon. She loved the dance hall, it was frequent for the brunette before war broke out to go dancing with her lover but after he had been shipped out to fight in Dunkirk, Ellis sent him a dear John letter. The young Land Girl's heart had been broken the moment she had found out he had been seeing others behind her back.

Tonight was busier than usual, the hall tightly packed like a tin of Sardines. The American's had arrived in all their triumph, fighting fit and ready to join the war. Her tiny village became overrun as men were billeted with locals, including her own though, she couldn't deny it was nice to have some company each evening at dinner.

Local girls had clung themselves to the arms of any GI that so much as asked them to dance, local boys since long forgotten.

The frosted glass raised to her Ruby red lips gave all but a sip of the liquid before she had realized it was empty. Standing, she pushed her way through the crowd toward the bar at the back. Her small stature made it harder for her to be seen but only made the girl more determined to get past.

Hiking herself onto the barstool, Ellis swung her legs around so she could face the bar. The skirt of her apple green dress swished as she did so. It was a contrast to her dirt-covered overalls and Wellington boots she wore day in, day out when working in the fields.

"A half measure of sherry, please Michael" she spoke to the barman as he stood before her. Ellis had been so many times that she knew the staff all by first names.

Her attention turned to the band as they started playing Doris Day's 'Sentimental Journey', a slower song than the one they played before. Ellis had always loved the song, it was sweet but whenever it came on, she was forever left to listen not dance.

A tap on her shoulder brought her from her thoughts. Stood before her was the most breath-taking man she had ever seen, brown eyes that held both an intriguing glint and cheeky mirth, framed by floppy brown hair that was just dying for hands to be run through.

No. Stop it, Ellis. She thought as she shook herself from her thoughts before she raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow at the soldier before her, urging him to speak.

"What's a pretty bird like you doing all alone in a joint like this?" The man before her asked as he spoke a little louder so he could be heard over the music.

Bird? Last she checked she didn't have wings. These Yanks certainly had a way with words.

"You sure do know how to charm a girl, soldier. I just happen to be without a dance partner, so I thought I'd enjoy some quality alcohol and the music that comes with" Her voice was soft, like cotton candy but with an added rasp from the years of smoking cigarettes.

It seemed her words had definitely been what the doe-eyed GI was wanting to hear as he offered Ellis his khaki-clad arm and sweet smile.

"Well, we wouldn't want such a pretty gal to miss out on one of the best dances of the night. Would you do me the honor of joining me on the dance floor?"

She couldn't deny, he was smooth, very smooth, not just with his words but with the way he would flirt. Her cheeks were sure to be the same color as her lips and with a nod, she was being pulled towards the wooden dance floor.

"May I get the name of the Fred Astaire who has just swept me off my feet?" Ellis asked as swayed gently to the song, letting herself be lead to the beat, her crystal eyes never leaving the deep brown eyes of her suitor.

She was suddenly dipped towards the floor, her grasp tightly on the jacket of the smirking man above her.

"George, George Luz" his voice matched her previous softness before he placed a soft kiss upon her rosy lips.

Pairing: George Luz x Ellis White (OFC)

Word Count: 833 Words

Notes: A little drabble introducing Ellis to the world. If anyone would like to be added to my Band of Brothers writing taglist, let me know. Also, my requests are open for business.

[gendieanonsideblog]

 - genderaloe / genderaloevera !! [ gehn - der - ah - loh /  gehn - der - ah - loh - veh - rah ] what is it ??  - a gender related to the aloe vera , aloe vera related products , healing , medicine , freshness , and feeling soothing !! - can be used as an add on [ genderaloe loveic , genderaloe showerselfcaric ] ,  by itself , or however the being wants it to be used by  - who can use ?? : anyone can !! etymology :  - [ gender - from the english word gender ]  - [ aloe - from the arabic word alloeh meaning shining bitter substance ]  - [ vera - from the latin word meaning true ] 

 - flag id : [ a five even striped flag with an aloe vera in a multishade blue pot with wisp looking symbols on it , the aloe vera itself have light green dots as its spikes ,, the flag colors are : light malacite green , the next three stripes are from an actual aloe vera different shades of it , and bright sky blue ] end id

the simple flag with no symbol !!

 - color meanings :  green : healing , soothing , genders outside binary the next three stripes have been color picked from an actual aloe vera blue : medicine , calmness , freshness  - req by no one , flag / term by me  - aloegender coined here !!  my dni and boundaries :O

[whump-tr0pes]

Honor Bound 5 - 9

This is a series. Start here, continued from here.

This is a sequel to Honor Bound, Honor Bound 2, Honor Bound 3, Honor Bound 4, and the prequel Vera.

AO3

Content warning: past torture, chronic pain, jealousy, bad self-esteem, past implied noncon of a minor, discussion of polyamory, discussion of sex, implied future spice 

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As Sam carried their bowl into the kitchen after dinner, Edrissa met their eyes with a shy smile. They stacked their bowl by the sink as Vera rolled up her sleeves and turned on the hot water. Isaac and Gavin began to pile the cooking pans by the sink, Gavin’s eyes a little red-rimmed, and Isaac watching Gavin as they moved around the kitchen. Finn and Ellis had decided to eat dinner in Burmingham after they’d spent all day fixing up their house. Tori kissed Vera gently on the cheek and stood to the side of the sink, ready to dry dishes as Vera handed them to her. 

Zachariah hovered at Sam’s shoulder, an anxious, near-constant presence since he’d called Edrissa ‘sweetheart’ that afternoon. He wrung his hands, glancing every now and then at the sink where Vera was now scrubbing each dish, rinsing it, and passing it to Tori to dry.

Almost without thinking, Sam gently placed their hand on Zachariah’s arm.

Edrissa’s gaze flicked to Sam’s hand, and back to their face. Her clear blue eyes darkened, just a little. Faded. Her smile was still there, as gorgeous as ever, but the corners of her mouth fell slightly as Sam watched. They wet their lips to speak.

“Want to go for a walk?” Edrissa said first. Her gaze flicked to Zachariah. “Um… just… just you and me.” She smiled wider, but it seemed forced, that sadness still tightening in her eyes.

Sam’s mouth went dry, and they swallowed. “Yeah,” they rasped. They glanced at Zachariah and squeezed his arm.

Zachariah’s eyes went slightly wide, and he glanced around at the others.

“They won’t bite,” Sam said gently, and smiled at him. They stepped away and followed Edrissa to the back of the house, and out into the warm night.

The sun was still up, shining over the lake, not even behind the trees yet. Sam blinked and tilted their head back, breathing in deep the clean air, the smell of the grass and sand and trees. They felt the wind play through their hair, felt Edrissa’s warm fingers clasp through theirs as they walked through the overgrown yard and out the back gate to the beach. The grass was patchy, giving way to sand that shifted under Sam’s bare feet.

The moon hadn’t risen yet. It was almost the full moon – Edrissa kept track of things like that, the moon, the seasons, the time when the herbs in the garden sprouted and bloomed. She had a little journal Gray had given her where she drew plants and charts of the starts, patterns for clothes, sketches of Nata where he sat in the sunny windowsills. It occurred to Sam that the last time they saw Edrissa scribbling in her little book, she’d been close to the end of it. Sam had seen a shop in Crayton that sold pretty things like Edrissa seemed to like: notebooks, pens, tiny jars of colorful ink that they’d seen her staring at when they went into town. They were unbelievably expensive, all of it either taken off luxury syndicate shipments or purchased from black market dealers – who knew there was a black market for fountain pens? – but if Sam started volunteering with the refugees and saving the credits Daniel Schiester gave them…

Maybe I should get her a new notebook, they thought to themself. Maybe she’d like the one with the pink flowers on the cover. Or… she seemed to like the leather ones, too. Maybe I could get one for her birthday. When was that again? I think it was—

“We missed your birthday,” Sam whispered.

Edrissa blinked and looked at them. “What?” The sun shone on her hair, making it seem like liquid gold.

Sam reached out and tucked a lock behind her ear. “Y-your birthday,” they said softly. “It’s in May, isn’t it? We… we missed it.”

Edrissa shrugged and looked at the sand shifting under her feet as she walked. She turned slightly and they both began to walk along the shore of the lake. “It was May fifth. You were, um… s-south,” she murmured.

Sam stopped where they stood. “Oh.”

Edrissa stopped beside them and squeezed their hand. “It’s okay,” she said gently. “Gray celebrated with me. We went into town and went to that restaurant that makes the cheese they light on fire. Then we went to Ms. Clancy’s nursery and Gray let me pick out any herb I wanted.” Edrissa glanced back at the house. “I picked the lemon balm. It’s loving the cool weather. That’s what I made the tea from.”

Sam turned to fully face Edrissa. She had a proud little smile on her face, and a sparkle in her eyes that she always got when she talked about her beautiful things. The breeze made wisps of her hair float around her face, and her lips were curved up into a smile that made Sam want to lean forward and kiss her.

Without a word, they cradled her face and brushed their lips against hers.

Edrissa sighed and pulled Sam close, her fingers winding into their shirt. She trembled as Sam carefully pulled their right arm out of its sling and wound it around her waist, holding her close. Their right shoulder was sore, but there was no flash of pain, no bolt of agony through the wound. Edrissa ghosted her tongue over Sam’s lower lip and they whimpered softly. They didn’t meet her tongue with theirs, though, because Edrissa didn’t like that.

But Edrissa liked kissing Sam, and Sam loved that.

Edrissa pulled slightly away, breaking the kiss but keeping her forehead pressed against Sam’s. She shivered in the breeze and blew out a slow breath as she held Sam.

“Edrissa?” Sam said softly. They gently pulled their hands away and let them fall to their sides. Their right arm twinged, and chewed the inside of their cheek as they held back their groan of pain. Their gaze moved over her face. Her fingers tightened in Sam’s shirt and she bit her lip like she was holding back tears.

Sam’s eyebrows drew together. Their stomach dipped. “Edrissa?” They licked their lips. “What’s the matter?”

Edrissa finally released Sam and wiped her eyes. She sniffed. “Um… I was just thinking… um…” She shrugged jerkily. “I’ve been, um… w-watching, um, you. And Zachariah.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up, and they pushed down the stir of warmth in their chest. “Y-yeah?”

“Yeah,” Edrissa said. She cleared her throat. “And you, um… you seem to, um, do really well together. You look, um, good.”

Sam ventured a smile. “So do you, Edrissa,” they said gently.

Edrissa waved the comment away. “He’s… he’s big, and, um, and strong, and he’s really nice.”

“Yeah, he is.” Sam reached out and squeezed Edrissa’s hand. The sling hung empty around their neck.

“And… he seems to like, um, you.” Edrissa shrugged again. She wrapped her free arm around her waist and looked at the ground.

Sam’s heart skipped a beat. “You think so?” they croaked, and glanced back towards the house, shining white-yellow in the sun.

“He’d be really good for you, Sam,” Edrissa said, and Sam was confused to hear a hint of sadness – of dismay – in her voice. “He’s good, and kind, and he’ll protect you. And he’d probably be okay with… he’d… probably…” Edrissa released Sam’s hand and wrapped her other arm around her waist, squeezing herself tight. Tears glittered in her eyes.

Sam’s eyebrows pulled together, and they tilted their head as they looked at Edrissa – their beautiful girlfriend, their sweet Edrissa, gorgeous and talented and special. They chewed their lip. “Edrissa… I don’t…”

“What I mean to say is,” Edrissa said, tight-lipped, “Is that… I think you two should go together.”

Sam watched Edrissa carefully. “Okay…”

“Because… I would understand if…” Edrissa blinked and two tears ran down her cheeks. Edrissa swiped them away and stared at the ground again. “You deserve… everything, Sam,” she rasped. “You deserve someone who’s strong, and not broken, someone who can, um… h-have sex. I don’t know if I’ll… ever want to. I don’t know if I can.”

Sam reached out to her. “Edrissa, I—”

She pulled away from their grasp. “He’s good for you, Sam,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “You’re good together. And I mean… he’s… he’s gorgeous… and so considerate, and he’d… he’d… treat you s-so well…”

Sam’s heart pounded in their chest. “Edrissa, are you… b-breaking up with me?” Their chest ached. Their skin felt too tight, their lungs not quite able to expand.

“N-no!” Edrissa cried, and grabbed Sam’s hand. “No, I… I want to be with you, I just… I want you to be… happy. And Zachariah can make you happy.”

“You make me happy, too,” Sam whimpered. Their mind reeled, grasping for an answer, a reason why Edrissa would do this. “And… you like him too, right?”

Edrissa blinked. “Well… yeah, I mean… he’s… he’s wonderful. I like his arms, and his voice, and his lips, and how he always wants to help me in the kitchen, and… and…” She blushed a furious crimson.

Sam drew in a deep breath, trying to calm their pounding heart, trying to soothe the ache in their chest. “So… if you like him… and I like him…”

“He’ll choose you,” Edrissa whispered. “I know he’ll choose you. You’re…” Edrissa’s gaze flicked up to Sam and back. “You’re… He’d have to be crazy not to choose you.”

Sam looked at Edrissa for a long moment, searching her face with their gaze, swallowing against the lump in their throat. “Um… Edrissa, we could just… be with him… together?”

Edrissa blinked and raised her gaze to Sam’s. “We could… what?”

Sam shrugged. “I mean… you don’t have to? But… if you like him, and I like him, and he seems to like both of us…”

“You think so?” Edrissa breathed. Her eyes shone with painful-looking hope.

Sam suddenly thought back to Edrissa clambering up onto Zachariah’s back, holding the baking sheet aloft like a shield – and of how Zachariah’s hands had gently curved around her legs, how he’d been so careful as he dodged Sam’s handful of whipped cream, how he’d kept her safe, even from that innocent attack.

“Yeah,” Sam said with a nod. “I think so.”

Edrissa swallowed hard. “Is that… something people do… a lot?” she murmured. “I thought… I don’t know, I’ve never seen that before. My parents were married only to each other, and my boyfriend and I were only with each other, and my o-owner only ever had—” She cut herself off with a gasp and looked back down at her feet, sinking into the soft sand.

“I just know it’s something people do,” Sam said gently. “And we don’t have to if you don’t want to. But… Edrissa…” They stepped forward and cupped Edrissa’s face, tilting her head back so they could see her eyes. “I would, um… really, really like that. If we could all… be together. And… please know that…” They leaned forward and gently kissed Edrissa’s cheek. She drew in a short, quick breath. “I like you. A lot. And just because you’ve been through… what you’ve been through…” They kissed her other cheek, and she whimpered softly. “…doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you. I told you.” They gently pressed their lips to hers. “I don’t need to have sex, if you don’t want to have it. You’re my… my girlfriend.” They smiled at the shiver of her breath against their lips as they said it. “And you told me what you wanted when we started this, and I told you that’s what I wanted, too.”

“Oh,” Edrissa murmured. She pulled Sam close and laid her head on their shoulder. “So… did you want to talk to him… tonight?”

Sam’s stomach flipped at the idea of pulling Zachariah close, kissing him, as Edrissa touched him, too, as he touched them both, together. Their mouth went dry. “Um, yeah,” they croaked. They laughed softly. “Yeah. Tonight. Sounds good.”

They turned back towards the house. Sam slung their left arm over Edrissa’s shoulders. She laced her fingers through theirs, and wound her arm around their waist. They laughed as they bumped hips, stumbling over the sand, as they made their way back to the house.

Continued here

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