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THE ULTIMATE DAYDREAMER’S GUIDE (compiled by Luka and Emory!)

If anything, I’m actually glad that nobody ended up asking about it because it makes me so happy to know that I’ve cultivated a circle of friends that saw a woman with body hair and didn’t find anything out of the ordinary about it. Like, that makes me so giddy! That’s really normal to y’all! 🥺💕 (or maybe no one noticed because there’s only one screenshot edit I did where she actually has her hair out but still lmaooo!)

Initially, I was actually undecided on whether or not she would shave. She would appear with and without body hair in different daydreams. I guess I didn’t see a need to figure out such an inconsequential detail when there was a larger world around her to focus on.

And then I had a horrific waxing experience.

About a year ago, I was going to the beach with a friend of mine, and I realized that this would be the first time someone who wasn’t in my family would see me in a bathing suit. It was a pretty horrifying thing to realize as I looked down at my very “not-bathing-suit-ready” body. I essentially picked myself apart until I figured the least I could do was get less hairy.

Normal shaving always made me itchy, so this time I decided to try hair-removal cream. But, not all of my hair came off, and I wasn’t sure if the patchy remains were more horrendous to look at then what I had before I started…

So, a few days later, I tried to wax off what was left, and holy shit. I highly Do Not recommend that, but I was desperate. And in this desperate haste, I actually ended up ripping out a few layers of skin on my inner thigh. So, now I had patchy hair and an hideous red blotch between my thighs.

And I was crushed.

I texted my best friend at the time (not the same friend I was going to the beach with) on the verge of tears because I just felt ugly. And I think it was the first time in a long time I was ever that insecure about my body. I can’t remember what exactly we said, and we’d since lost that chat, but I remember my former friend consoling me and I guess something just clicked in my mind.

I hadn’t realized up until that point, that I never actually wanted to shave. I just got obsessed with viewing myself through this other friend’s eyes, because I thought she was pretty and I didn’t want a pretty girl to see me be ugly. I was putting pressure on myself to impress my own friend with societally-imposed beauty standards, and I didn’t realize it was happening until I lost a few layers of skin over it- 🥲

I realized that I didn’t want to feel this way again, so I decided from that moment that I’d never shave again. And, that was also when I decided Nevermore would never shave again, either.

I want her to continue living in a world untouched by these sorts of societal pressures, and it’s been wonderful so far! And it’s also been wonderful in her relationships with people who love her and her hair! 🥹

Is it gonna be easy irl? Hell no. But, I’m not ripping my skin out to go to the beach again, so people can deal.

And I’m so glad that this detail made it to Nevermore. I’ve grown pretty fond of her hair being a part of her character, and I’m happy to see that people both in cosm and outside of cosm could sort of be chill with that. And I like being able to explore what being comfortable in a hairy body would feel like.

Anyways, that’s my “sad superhero origin story” and yap session. I’m not sure if I made much sense because I’m not feeling the greatest (physically) at the moment, but I wanted to talk about this. So, if you made it this far, thanks for listening. 🫂

Alice, Malevola, and Chad tie their uniform shirts into crop tops (Chad wanted to go the extra slutty route of wearing cheeky shorts, but was ultimately told no for safety reasons, lmfaooo).

Nevermore, Courtney, and Janelle paint black stripes under each other’s eyes and split a pack of bubblegum (extra for Courtney to curb her nicotine cravings during the game).

Katon-Ur is amused at this ritual of physical labor for entertainment while Herman is having war flashbacks to every single high school gym class he ever had the misfortune of being in.

Colm is the pitcher and has been barred from throwing balls at anyone’s balls (har har! Get it?). Bruno is their catcher, mostly because he could tank a hit from the ball should it miss his glove- 😅

Malevola, Janelle, and Chad are the first, second, and third basemen respectively (Robert has to yell at Chad to shut the fuck up when he starts heckling the pitchers too much 😭✋).

Oh! Mandy’s the umpire, by the way!

Alice is left field, Katon-Ur is center field, Courtney is right field, and Nevermore’s the shortstop.

And Herman and Victor are benched as sub-ins for if anyone gets injured (and also because the team’s almost certain Victor’s high).

Eventually, the teams switch and the Phoenixes are up to bat, and it quickly becomes clear that Nevermore’s never played baseball in her life (and the shortstop’s apparently the hardest position to have in baseball so- 💀).

Twip!

“Strike one!” Mandy shouts.

“It’s okay, Nevermore!” Robert calls from the dugout. “You can get the next one!”

Twip!

“Strike two!” Mandy shouts again.

“Fuck!” Nevermore mutters to herself.

“What’s the matter, Ember Bitch?” Chad loudly teases her. “You don’t know how to aim? Or is your wrist tired from keeping Bob Bob happy?”

Nevermore flips him off before tapping her bat on the plate and stretching her neck.

This time, when the ball flies toward her, Nevermore shouts as she swings as hard as she possibly can.

CRACK! Everyone on the field, including Nevermore, watches the ball go soaring with their mouths agape.

“Nevermore!” Robert shouts at her. “Runnn!”

“Oh shit-” Nevermore drops her bat and rushes toward first base.

By this time, someone from the other team manages to find the ball, wherever it landed, and is returning to the field with it.

Nevermore nears second base just as Courtney makes it to home base for a point.

The ball makes it back to the outfielders as Nevermore nears third base.

When Nevermore starts running for home, the whole dugout is screaming. The ball soars across the diamond and Nevermore screeches as she slides toward the plate.

She kicks up a large cloud of dirt that blocks the dugout’s view of her and everything goes quiet.

Finally, the dust settles to reveal Nevermore’s fingertips touching the plate as the catcher holds the ball to her shoulder.

“Safe!” Mandy calls.

Nevermore jumps up as the team rushes out of the dugout and they all run at each other, half of them falling over when they collide with celebratory screams.

“Dude,” Courtney helps her back to her feet. “That was awesome, how’d you do it?”

Nevermore proudly folds her arms. “I imagined the ball was Flambae.”

This time, Chad flips her off.