#donia bailey

[qaisdogwalker]

Houston 🥸

[toxic-clockwork]

She never saw what the shelled one did

[wyrmthrice]

its so incredibly sexy of me to make the hellmouth bright pink i think

[jomgyrolsenthal]

i promise i am normal about donia and not incredibly invested in our horse girl

[waveridden]

The Spies, at the end, consider the beginning. Written for Blasetober, day twenty-six: Desert.

“Rosales.”

Alex looks up. They barely remember to spare a smile as Donia and Howell sit down on either side of them. “Look who it is. It’s a regular reunion.”

“Sure is,” Howell agrees. He looks tired, not that Alex can blame him. Everyone’s tired lately. “How’ve you been?”

“You know,” Alex says vaguely, because they’re pretty sure it goes without saying. They’ve paid visits to Joe, to Malik, to Karato, but these are the only two who were with them at the beginning. So that means something. They’d like to think it means something. “You?”

“Happy to be in one piece,” Howell says, grimly enough that they can tell it’s not glib. Donia doesn’t answer, just inclines her head a little. “What do you think is next?”

“I’m trying not to think about next,” Alex admits. “I’m trying to think about now.”

They always are, and these two know that better than anyone else. There are people on the team who think about what’s next, who plan and plot, but Alex isn’t that person. They’re the one who figures out solutions on the fly. They fix in the moment. They do what they can to prevent things from breaking, so there’s less fixing to do.

Howell shakes his head. “Who would’ve thought,” he mumbles.

“Who would’ve thought,” Alex agrees. That they’d be on different teams. That they’d be in the desert at the end of the world, with the universe trying to scatter their minds into pieces. That they’d see the end of the world at all.

“I always hated this game,” Donia mumbles.

It’s not funny, but Alex glances at Howell, and his mouth twitches. And suddenly, that’s enough for Alex to snort and then a laugh to squeak out of Donia, and then in an instant the three of them are roaring with laughter.

(It would be nice to say it’s like old times. But it’s not. They didn’t laugh so much at the beginning. They took it all seriously. They felt like they had so much to lose. Now Alex knows how much there is to lose, a thought that comes with a sorrow so acute it winds them every time. But that has only made them laugh more. There’s so much to lose and they won’t let themself lose laughter, too.)

“Maybe you had the right idea,” Howell says after they’ve all calmed down. Donia snorts, but Howell says, “Seriously.”

“Nah,” Alex says. It surprises even them, but they hold steady. They think about Dickerson and Miki, Son and Norris, every feedback, every flood, every person they wouldn’t have met otherwise. “It might’ve been worth it.”

“Maybe,” Donia says. It’s more than Alex was expecting, so they decide to let it be.

[tchotchkeshelves]

[ID: A pencil drawing of Marquez Clark, Atlas Guerra, and Donia Bailey. Marquez is a stocky south asian man with short wavy dark hair, slight beard stubble, and glasses. He wears a striped button up shirt with a cape, a pair of shorts, and sneakers. He is pointing towards Atlas with one hand, as if presenting to the viewer. He is holding her hand with the other. He grins widely, revealing fangs. Atlas is a thin mestiza woman with bobbed black hair held back with a headband. She wears a t-shirt tucked into a pair of light jeans, a belt with a heart shaped buckle, and a pair of sneakers. She looks ahead with a slight smile and holds Donia’s hand with her free hand. Donia is a thin white woman with light hair in two braids and a cowboy hat. Her lower face is covered by a dark mask. She wears a long open coat over a light shirt, loose pants, and a pair of combat boots. She looks ahead and has her free hand in her pocket. Dialogue coming from Marquez reads “This is my girlfriend Atlas, and this is her girlfriend Donia.” End ID.]

Gee Atlas, how come the blaseball gods let you have two partners?

(me and @rosalindursula have been obsessing over the idea of this dorky shadow polycule for a good while now and i love them so incredibly much. i did tell you these drawings would be self indulgent <3)

[houston-spies]

[golden-godtier]

Still thinking about how a spy snuck a Donia song into storms here….

That’s the most Donia we’ve seen in months