Do You Have Any Ships Other Than YaSammy (Yasmina/Sammy)

Do you have any ships other than YaSammy (Yasmina/Sammy)

Yeah. I have a ton, Calliope/Juliette from First Kill, WidowTracer and Zarmei from Overwatch, Amaya/Janai from The Dragon Prince, Carulia from Carmen Sandiego, and a lot more I can't think of at the moment

Some recent doodles! (Last 3 are a mini comic)

Ideas are not mine and we’re suggestions

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Old Leather Saddle

Old leather was what the saddle was made of as Sammy ran a hand over it the dust collecting on her fingers, she looked at the saddle the name Estrella was in bold on the side. She sighed as she grabbed a rag off the hook and some cleaner, as she wiped off the dust a feeling of warmth and comfort came over her as she remembered her old horse Estrella.

The old Thoroughbred mare was with her for a while before she passed leaving Sammy with a hole in her heart. The dark coal coat of Estrella, memories of calm trail rides to the river, early mornings and late nights in the stable grooming and working with her. They made it hurt so much to watch the horse slowly slip into the skilled hands of death. But she knew she would be fine cause death as with all things is natural, even if it hurt to see the life leave the mare's eyes as the vet gave her the injections. Soft sobs of pain and loneliness echoed in Estrella's stall that night.

Estrella was keeping a silent, ghostly vigil over her young master, her bridle that shone a brilliant white with small gold markings was held by a skeleton hand cracked and worn, the owner of which spoke in a soft gravely voice "It's time to go old girl, and don't worry your master will be alright." The horse was hesitant at first to go with them and leave her master behind.