#fairsaint

[why-are-all-the-users-taken]

omg ok so I thought of some different ship names for the sapphic marauders era ships so here y'all go

Lily x Mary

Flowerlove

Belovedflower

Purelove (idk about this one)

Dorcas x Marlene

Darksea

Starmeadow

Seameadows

Fairsaint

Fairmeadow

Pandora x Lily

redjewel

Whitebloom

Lionhope

Jewelflower

Purewhite

Purehope

Pls tell me if y'all like any of these- I'm only gonna do these at the moment lol

(Btw the colored ones are the ones I like the most)

#Idk why pandora x lily has the most possible ship names it just ended up like that lol #Wlw #Sapphics #Marauders era #marauders girls #Marylily #Dorlene #pandalily

[almamori]

@fairsaint / sc.  

Most survivors start off the trial strong against him -- his terror is a slow building thing.  A few generators done never gives him cause to worry.  They think they’re speeding to escape -- and then the first one gets hooked.  It’s all downhill from there. The hallucinations, the exhaustion -- his presence wearing down their sanity, their willpower, over time.  

The Demon had claimed on sacrifice midway through the Trial -- by the time the exit gates are powered up, the other three are pretty ragged.  One limping heavily, whimpering and clutching a bleeding arm, one who had avoided the rest of the team almost the entire match to save her own skin.  She runs without looking back the moment the gate is open. 

And then there’s Dwight.

Just a few paces to the exit when he catches the other one -- tired, already bleeding -- she didn’t stand a chance.  The hulking beast picks her up as if she is weightless, and hooks her with a grim satisfaction. ( the entity purrs at the back of his mind. )  No point in leaving the hook to chase the last one out.  He watches the light from the gates, as Dwight doesn’t leave.

If it were anyone else, perhaps Gil would be surprised -- but this has become something of an understanding.  Dwight comes back -- he stays.  Like something right out of the pages of a demons most beloved cautionary tale.  ( ah, stay a while you are so lovely !  That terribly, greedy, human eagerness to prolong a moment into infinity despite the consequences.  Gil understands it and doesn’t, all at once. ) 

As he sees Dwight approach, the Demon backs away, allowing him free access to the hook.  It exposes him -- leaves him open to a devastating attack -- but Dwight knows that, too, by now.  Gil watches the now recovered survivor make for the exit and waits to see what Dwight will do. 

It absolutely confounds him.  He never seems to abandon his principles.  He leaves no one behind -- at the cost of his own life, often.  Altruism in the face of utter despair -- Gil doesn’t know how he can maintain such ... self dedication.  

The realm is weeping around them, ground splitting and crumbling, shaking -- but the Demon doesn’t move as he speaks to Dwight for the first time. 

“ Most of them, once they know the cost, choose to save themselves.  Why don’t you? “   He doesn’t wait for an answer.  Claws sink into Dwight, rending and ripping, leaving deep wounds.  The Demon stands over him -- conflicted.  There is no grim satisfaction here.  He looks at the hook and returns his attention to survivor, who he hoists up into his grip and carries to the exit. 

#c. dwight #fairsaint #verse. 〉main ⇀ abandon hope / ye who enter here #this got ... long and wordy but it was mostly scene setting #don't feel the need to match length

[notveala]

    dwight  fairfield  is  a  strange  creature, and julie doesn’t mean anything bad by it. after all, nowadays you have to be a little off to survive in this world. otherwise it’ll be ruthless in a way only it can be. she watches him with curiosity, because he’s a curious figure and she’s... doodling. a half assed attempt at drawing one would guess, it was rare these days that she’d tinker around with one of her hobbies, rarer still that she’d do it in front of others. the blonde refuses to ask about what horrors he saw, because she knows the kind of weight they carry. she sees it in r, she sees it in huntress, she... refuses to acknowledge what she, herself. has seen.  ❛  did  you  have  any  family?  ❜  it’s a bad idea, asking about that stuff. it’s a surefire way to end up accidentally attached,  ❛  they  could  still  be  kicking  it  somewhere.  ❜     /    ♡  : @fairsaint​.

#fairsaint #001‚ gun shots and the debt of songs are on the wind.

[rcdnurse]

@fairsaint​  said: it’s gonna be fine. we’ll get through this.

hot tears mix with blood and dirt, cutting the grime in streaks—and for a moment her hands just hover above the wound. for a moment she shakes like a leaf when she places blood-speckled glasses on the other’s nose—like this was how she would glue him back together. “you didn’t need to--oh dwight, this looks--”  lip trembles as she fusses over the mess of blood the monster’s blade had left. because he had faced down the metal-headed killer while she had stood there, frozen. 

and here he was, bleeding out, but reassuring her. like he isn’t scared at all, like he has hope. she forces her breath to even, hands steady, the way they have so many times before. her knees are dirtied and sting where she had fallen by his side, fretfully going through the last odds and ends of a first aid kit. you have to do something. 

“o-okay” it’s a sharp whisper to herself, stifling the sniffle. “okay--” she repeats, firmer. “y-yes of course!” it’s almost a squeak as she focuses on the process of dressing the wound as best she can. there’s too much blood. but she won’t say it. “i’m right here. please stay with me. please don’t go.” even when she isn’t quite sobbing anymore, the saltwater lands in little splashes on dwight’s mottled white shirt. michael had called her selfish, once—maybe he was right. selfish and weak. her hand finds dwight’s, fingers intertwining carefully and gently. “i-i’m right here, alright?”

#a-ah..... :’ ) #fairsaint

[ehlie]

@fairsaint. starter call.

perturbation fill your lungs,   unsure if you should even  ask  the question on your mind.    you’ve always been curious,   the only knowledge of life prior to the infection being from history textbooks.    [fuck your  history  teacher.    always giving you   &   riley detention for asking  good  questions   —   it’s not your fault you actually gave a fuck about life  before  all of this   &   actually cared about what the fireflies were doing.]    fingers beginning to fiddle with themselves,   you crane your face in his direction,   eyes squinting as you ask your question.

❝    so like   ...   what was it like?   the world,   i mean?   before  all  of  this.    ❞    before in the history books was life full of  war,   death,   suffering   —   melodramatic shit to make you all feel  good  about living in a quarantine zone.    to make you  thankful  you hadn’t been infected   &   to discourage any of you from sneaking out.    there had to be  some  good to the old world,   right?

#fairsaint #arc tbt. #[ teehee i hope this is okay!!!! ]

[dials-moved]

@fairsaint​  𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓  𝐀  𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 !     ❛   it's  late,  some  time  in  the  ❛  o'dark  ❜  hours  of  the  night.  phone  buzzes  once  —  twice  —  then  a  third  time  before  automatically  pushing  to  voicemail,  &&  a  familiar  voice  crackles  in.  ❝   hi,  you've  reached  special  agent  dwight  fairfield.  it  seems  i  am  unavailable  to  take  your  call  at  this  time ;  please  leave  your  name,  number  &&  a  brief  message,  &&  i  will  attempt  to  contact  you  at  my  earliest  convenience.   ❞   ...  beep.    ❟    /     not  prompted,   always  accepting

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧  𝐡𝐚𝐬  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞,  somewhere  down  the  road :  he  has  so  perfectly  blurred  the  distinction  between  the  two  that  he  no  longer  recognizes  the  hollow  ache  in  his  chest,  only  tastes  the  remnants  of  this  hurt  when  he  drinks  clear  liquors  in  the  living  room,  mistakes  the  bitter  flavor  on  his  tongue  for  the  alcohol  in  his  glass.  he  cannot  remember  what  day  it  is,  &  neither  can  he  recall  the  last  time  he  left  the  house.  seems  to  remember  trying,  but  the  door  didn’t  want  to  open.  the  lights  don’t  turn  on  anymore.  it  leaves  him  a  ghost  in  his  own  home,  sinks  back  further  into  his  chair  as  tired  blue  hues  observe  the  phone  receiver.  it  hangs  off  of  its  cradle  upon  the  desk,  blaring  out  a  single,  high - pitched  tone,  begging  for  him  to  place  it  back.  danny  can  only  stare  blankly ;  he  is  waiting  for  a  call  from  someone  who  doesn’t  have  his  number.  he  isn’t  sure  how  long  he’s  been  waiting,  how  many  times  he’s  refilled  his  glass  during  it.  the  clock  upon  the  wall  reads  2:45 AM,  but  he  doesn’t  fully  comprehend  the  implications  of  it.  how  many  days  has  it  been  since  he  last  slept ?

danny  doesn’t  remember  picking  up  the  phone.  the  only  clarity  arrives  when  a  familiar  voice  chimes  upon  the  other  line,  requesting  for  a  message  to  be  left,  &  for  a  heartbeat  he  is  left  in  an  aching  sort  of  yearning.  he  thinks  he  could  sink  into  that  sound,  to  be  so  hopelessly  enveloped  in  the  voice  of  another,  that  he  forgets  for  a  moment  his  inherent  nature.  (  how  does  it  feel,  to  be  on  the  opposite  side  of  death ?   does  it  make  you  crave  atonement ?   would  you  like  to  be  unburdened  by  your  sins ?   the  answer  to  this  question  will  not  change  anything,  but  it  must  be  asked  regardless.  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡  𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐚  𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ;  𝐭𝐫𝐲  𝐭𝐨  𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫  𝐰𝐡𝐲  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭  𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.  )

❛   ...  did  you  read  the  latest  tabloid,  fairfield ?   ❟   when  he  finally  speaks,  his  voice  is  low  &  harbors  an  icy  cold,  devoid  of  any  illusion  that  they  were  ever  friends  or  equals——  in  this  way,  he  pretends  that  dwight  isn’t  the  reason  that  he’s  vulnerable,  too  pale,  too  afraid  to  move.  idly  he  swirls  his  drink  in  the  other  hand ;  the  ice  clinks  against  the  glass,  he  raises  it  to  his  lips.  the  taste  disgusts  /  refreshes  him.   ❛   the  death  of  ghostface...  how  curious,  isn’t  it ?   i  could  be  a  cold  case,  something  to  fade  into  obscurity.  but  with  a  headline  like  that,  it’s  as  if  they  miss  me,  haunting  their  streets...  except  i’m  still  here.  haunting  you.   ❟    (   𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭  𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐬𝐚𝐲.  you  should  work  on  being  kinder,  but  it’s  so  hard.  don’t  bother.   )

a  laugh  escapes  him,  but  there’s  no  humor  behind  it :  there’s  a  hollow  sound  to  how  it  leaves  danny,  softly,  forlorn  in  a  way  that  he  cannot  explain.  the  silence  hangs  again,  for  a  long  while,  until  he  can  rediscover  his  voice.   ❛   ...  do  you  see  me  as  a  threat ?  𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐢  𝐚𝐦  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥  𝐢𝐧  𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 ?   ❟   he  shifts  a  little  bit  where  he’s  seated,  tilts  his  head  thoughtfully  from  one  side  to  the  other,  still  pressing  the  phone  to  his  ear.  the  alcohol  draws  out  his  next  confession.   ❛   i  know  that  we  are  two  different  people,  jed  &  i,  but  i--...  i  think  there’s  something  wrong  with  me,  dwight.  i  keep  dreaming  of  you.  i  can’t  sleep,  knowing  i’ll  see  you  again.  when  does  it  stop  ?  ❟   he  swallows  thickly.  the  hand  wrapped  tight  around  the  phone  seems  to  tremble ;  he  is  quietly  grateful  that  dwight  is  not  here  to  see it.  

❛    —— 𝐢  𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐢𝐭  𝐭𝐨  𝐞𝐧𝐝.  ❟ 

#this turned less heartfelt & more eerie but that is simply the vibes danny is feeling right now #▸ ✕ ⁺ 。( leave a message after the tone ¦ 𝐚𝐬𝐤 . ) #fairsaint #▸ ✕ ⁺ 。( sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine ¦ 𝐝𝐲𝐧 : 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 / 𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 . ) #NO coloured text NO icon i am just rambling at 5am & posting this

[mostloquacious-moved]

@fairsaint​ asked : “I could tell you it’ll change but it never does.” [ ... ]

              Dwight turns those unbelievably, unnervingly green eyes on him and he no longer feels like he’s being looked at, but being looked through, as if Dwight can see past cloth and scar tissue and muscle and bone, stare at the fibers and veins and cartilage that hold this strange man’s frame together, and those thrumming internal organs keeping him from keeling over again. And further than that, even, walking briskly past the basement door, the one crudely hammered shut with plywood and nails ( DO NOT ENTER DO NOT OPEN NOTHING GOOD HERE, NOTHING GOOD WAS EVER HERE )--he flashes a smile at the young man with wild curly hair, a mischievous smile, and blood pooling down his face, who politely holds the door open for Dwight, gives the older man a little wave and watches him descend the stairs into whatever it is R has hidden from himself behind those doors. UNLIMITED ACCESS!!

R doesn’t say much. He doesn’t know much. About himself?? About the world?? Take your pick. Dwight turns his gaze upon him and he feels like this funny little man who accidentally joined their little team knows everything about R / about the world.

A shiver creeps down his spine. “Wouldn’t want you to lie to me anyway.”

#'hey bru what the fuck was this' #idk man. idk. #█ ❝ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ. ( answered. ) #fairsaint

[forgenotes-archived]

❛❛    i’ve    been    doing    alright    by    myself    -        that’s    what    i’m    trying    to    tell    myself    .    ❜❜

@fairsaint​    |    𝙇𝙔𝙍𝙄𝘾    𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎    .

#ronnie vc: i feel like U Might Get Me Here uiehrgdkjf n #❝ - 𝙄 '𝘿 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄 𝘿𝙄𝘿 . / in character. #fairsaint #❝ - 𝙄 '𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙆 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙄𝙏 . / queue. #❝ - 𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙒 𝙐𝙋 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙒 𝘼𝙒𝘼𝙔 . / adult.

[dfarchived]

‘  I  mean,  it’s  not  even  technically  stealing,  is  it?  it’s  your  property.  ’

♡.         @fairsaint​

#fairsaint #FAIRSAINT 001. #` * ♡ . IN CHARACTER‚ THREAD . #im so late in the movie that #every line of dialogue is like #'i hope i grow to be half the woman you are' #me: sweet but not what im looking for

[chatoyisou]

@fairsaint​.  (  warrior  cats  starter  call ,  accepting.  )

IT’S  NO  SMALL  THING ,  TO  SEE  another  one  from  moonclan.  they  only  seem  to  grow  in  number  by  the  day ,  &  the  thought  is  enough  of  an  annoyance  for  aspenhare  to  flick  her  tail  &  reveal  herself.  (  not  that ,  of  course ,  she  could  hide  for  long  anyways ;  dirty  as  her  pelt  is ,  white  sticks  out  in  a  forest  like  a  sore  thumb.  )  “  how  many  lives  do  you  have  left ,  ”  she  demands ,  “  how  much  longer  must  i  kill  you ?  ”

#hi west :] #dash dont look at me #fairsaint #╰ & . * ❪ ♡ ❫ ◞ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. » warrior cats . #╰ & . * ❪ ♡ ❫ ◞ 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢. » huntress . #hm ! this is our first interaction on tumblr .

[backinajif]

❝  but  this  is  the  only  thing  that's  made  the  last  three  years  bearable  .  ❞  @fairsaint​   !!!!

#&fairsaint: [ DWIGHT ] #hope this ok! #& [ ONE LINER STARTER ]

[sitched]

name —  selena gender — female star sign — virgo height — 5′4 age —  27… soon to be 28 wallpaper on my phone — a  cat  floating  in  the  galaxy  eating  an  ice  cream  cone house — nice  try  fbi ever crush on a teacher —  ew coolest halloween costume — my  marty  mcfly  and  mary  poppins  are  both  huge  hits  favourite 90s tv show —  fresh  prince last kiss — it’s  been  84  years have you ever been stood up —  no favourite pair of shoes —  my american  eagle  sneakers  (two  pairs,  red  and  pink!) have you ever been to vegas — nope favourite fruit —  strawberries favourite book —  I  need  to  read  more  don’t  look  @  me stupidest thing you’ve ever done — spent  15  minutes  looking  for  my  glasses  after  falling  in  a  dark  parking  lot  only  to  find  out  after  calling  my  parents  to  come  pick  me  up  that  they  had  flown  back  and  were  resting  on  my  head  the  whole  time.  it  was  storming  and  pouring  down  rain,  too,  so  I  was  soaked. all time favourite shows — kim  possible,  the  good  place,  brooklyn  nine-nine last movie you saw in theatres —  sonic  the  hedgehog

tagged by: @4puffs tagging: @ectoterrestrials, @multaes, @fairsaint, @exjerk, @geneticmisfit, @devoidache, @stalkheir, @hooksahoy, @abouttiime

#` * ♡. HI I’M SELENA AND YOU’RE WATCHING DISNEY CHANNEL‚ OUT .

[notveala]

@fairsaint asked:  🌟🌟     ↳  send 🌟 for a headcanon about our muses’ relationship.

   it scares julie sometimes how much she connects with dwight, he’s not quite a father figure but more like a validating uncle. it’s not that she doesn’t trust him or anything like that. it’s the idea of having family beyond the little one she’s built with nora, r and m. there are similarities there that unnerve julie, because like anyone who hides away rather than cope, so instead of acknowledging him she has a tendency to either ignore or lash out. only to apologize at the more vulnerable moments of the day. she doesn’t know what she’d do without dwight, really. admitting it is like pulling teeth, but if anyone were to hurt him they’d get fucked up by a very angry, tiny blonde girl.

     they bond over music, not too dissimilar from the way r and julie bonded over music. the difference is, they blare seventies and eighties music and sing it at the top of their lungs. it’s so bad, it’s so funny, julie always ends up breaking her singing to laugh while dwight just completely rolls with it. it’s fun, just don’t get dwight to dance. please.

#fairsaint #asks‚ you don’t wanna know.

[fairsaint]

wholeads >>> fairsaint.

[dials-moved]

               ✕  ⁺  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  ¦  @fairsaint :                    “you’ll be the death of me for sure”

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞  𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡,  like  a  tragic  april  lily  it  unfurls  in  his  chest,  cold  &  pale,  against  all  odds  it  thrives  where  nothing  else  could.  a  voice  breaks  the  comfortable  silence  between  them.  his  gaze  turns  to  dwight,  his  chest  begins  to  ache,  &  for  a  moment  danny  is  fearful  that  he  might  choke  upon  the  thing  that  has  tangled  itself  between  the  ivories  of  his  rib  cage.  he  stifles  a  cough,  pretends  it’s  because  of  the  cigarette  he  has  between  his  lips,  and  quickly  withdraws  it  from  his  mouth.  the  ash  falls  upon  forest  floor.  (    danny  likes  to  think  he’s  figured  it  out,  what  draws  him  so  strongly  towards  dwight  in  spite  of  it  all.  there’s  some  classical  purity  of  softness  to  his  touch,  danny  has  found :  he,  despite  his  initial  bite,  is  an  indulgence  in  wait  of  his  soul  to  sink  into.  he  has  yet  to  figure  out  what  he  could  ever  offer  in  return.    )

a  gloved  hand  reaches  to  take  the  bottom  of  his  mask  between  index  &  thumb,  carefully  adjusting  it  back  upon  his  features.  he  only  ever  tilts  it  slightly  out  of  the  way  to  make  room  for  his  cigarette   (    or  for  a  mouth  against  his  own,    )   finding  some  illusion  of  solace  in  its  cover.  

it’s  a  curious  statement;  he  has  been  the  death  of  dwight  many  times  before,  and  he  knows  he  will  do  it  again.  over,  and  over,  and  over.  𝐡𝐞  𝐢𝐬  𝐭𝐨𝐨  𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐲  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞  𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬  𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭,  feels  his  hands  twitch  with  the  recollection  of  the  heavy  weight,  has  memorized  the  way  the  corners  of  his  mouth  would  stain  with  blood  when  danny  pries  him  open.  but  he  thinks  he  knows  what  dwight  means,  because  likewise  danny  knows  the  man  beside  him  will  be  his  downfall.  that  he  has  already  lost.

𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬  𝐢𝐭𝐬  𝐚  𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐩𝐚𝐲.

❛   ...  i’m  fine  with  that,   ❟   his  gaze  doesn’t  linger  upon  the  man,  casting  down  towards  the  forest  floor  only  a  heartbeat  later.  he  nods.   ❛   yeah.  we’ll  think  of  it  as  returning  the  favor.   ❟

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