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[fromdove]

› BEHIND THE WINGS ; A GIRL NAMED DOVE ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

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— 𝓔very 𝓣ime 𝓘 𝓞verthink, 𝓐 𝓟oet 𝓖ains 𝓗er 𝓦ings

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ the dove & the sea 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

dove of mine,

hi again. hi. hello. bonjour. salutations. or if it's the first time... then oh, you found me. congrats, detective. i’m probably doing something painfully mundane right now — staring at a wall, overthinking the concept of ... everything — but for your imagination’s sake, let’s say i’m sipping tea and reading sylvia plath’s collected works while pretending not to spiral. (sylvia & me are spiritually linked. i would slap & scold her for half her shit and then sob into her shoulder. duality.)

i’m 15. i go by dove — soft by design, featherlight. i liked the idea of being called something gentle. the world’s too loud and too much. i just wanted to be something calm and still. something that doesn’t take up space unless it’s invited to.

but if we’re already trauma‑bonded… if we’ve had breakdowns at 2am in the same digital trenches… if you’ve seen me type with shaking hands or confess things i should’ve journaled… then you can call me dovie, or angel, or aveliraix (yes that’s the birth name), or aveli, or or or whatever falls sweet off your tongue. but lets be honest even if we havent, i wouldnt mind the nicknames... wink wink

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somewhere, dove awaits,

i shift. i believe in the law of assumption, i dabble in a bit of non-duality and in the strange, terrifying beauty of quantum mechanics. i believe that reality is bendable, that thought can make matter, that self is a word with loose borders. not because i want to sound profound ! im not. i dont have the answers to the universe. im not here to convince you i do.

this isn’t a gimmick. it’s just part of who i am and what i believe. i’m always happy to talk about it — curiously, honestly, even imperfectly — but not with people who treat open minds like something embarrassing. i’m not here to argue with someone who’s already decided i’m ridiculous. i’m not going to hand over my experiences for dissection. if that’s what you’re looking for, you won’t find it here. i don’t owe clarity to close‑minded people

but if you’re if you’re curious, if some part of you wants to listen — then pull up a chair

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in dove's handwriting,

i’ve loved books and pencils and the smell of stationery since before i could afford any of it. i know what it felt like to trace the edge of a gel pen cap. to read a library book with cracked spines.

drawing, writing — i’m not the best. but i don’t care. i’ve lived through enough kitchen-floor lectures from my mother about pencil shavings and snapped pencils to have earned the right to say i love it anyway.

i love the scratch of pen on paper. the way a blank page looks. the tiny ceremony of picking which notebook deserves the next thought.

if you handed me a pack of color pencils or a set of new fineliners, i’d probably cry. because it reminds me of being 7 and building entire worlds out of dollar-store ballpoints.

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where dove flew,

i was born in syria (on a farm in a small village), then lived in lebanon for a bit, and moved to australia when i was four. those places never really left me. syria and lebanon still live in me, so do the sound of family voices in the distance. family. grief. the corner stores. the stories told through cracked phone calls and old photos.

ethnically, i’m half armenian and half assyrian, but i usually just say armenian because it’s simpler. i don’t speak armenian, wish i did! but i do speak english, arabic and one dialect of aramaic (not that good at aramaic though!)

and oh, olive oil. middle eastern olive oil has me every time. i used to just drink it straight, slurping that thick, peppery gold. nothing else tastes like home quite like that <33 oh how i love and miss my middle eastern home

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miss dove (if you're nasty),

special dedication to my first ever teacher (and my english teacher) . . .

there’s a teacher who’s always in my heart. when i first came to australia and started school at five, i didn’t speak a lick of english, but she was so sweet, so patient. i cried after that first day because i missed her, already grown attached. she brought me books, color pencils, markers, stamps, stickers — little treasures that made this strange new country feel like home.

i love her. she was the only teacher who really got me. she’s still with me, always in my mind. and then there was the redheaded angel of a teacher who would come into the class of 5 year old me and pull me aside to teach me english. also patient and kind, opening doors to words i didn’t yet know how to say <33

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signed: dove , , , xoxo

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[im-just-a-dumb-gay]

A Simple Intro

Hello! I'm Calcifer. I'm Peruvian American, however, I am not fluent in Spanish but I do understand un poquito.

I'm agender and prefer they/them. I'm also a lesbian and demiromantic.

I like to crochet and draw. Also really love musicals (like Cats and Starlight Express)

Fandoms: At the moment Sonic, Fnaf, Transformers and Tsams/Laes/Eaps. Also love Winx Club and Disney films in general.

I am over 18. However this blog is SFW and meant to be a nice little corner.

DNI: racism, against lgbtq community, xenophobia, sexism (there might be more but these main 4 I can think immediately. Will update when necessary)

Notes: I am anxious so please don't take it personally if I don't interact immediately, don't at all, or overexplain kinda like I'm doing now lol. I'm not always like that but yeah.

On the topic of shipping, I myself am a multishipper however I will rarely do ship art. Especially for certain fandoms.

I am chill with any ships that aren't harmful. Whether serious, crack, or whatever, as long as it's in good faith and fun I'm cool with it. :)

Btw @knizuu is my sibling. Please go check them out!

[sweeteunoias]

You left your typewriter at my apartment…

ᥫ᭡. lea. she/they. 20. lesbian. est. .ᐟ

ᥫ᭡. one piece, fruits basket, jujutsu kaisen, asoiaf, percy jackson, ghost stories, fire emblem: three houses, grishaverse .ᐟ

ᥫ᭡. ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/ingenues .ᐟ

ᥫ᭡. pinterest: https://pin.it/2rmLtbWTt .ᐟ

ᥫ᭡. side blog: @ncfertaris (OP fandom and matchup general blog) .ᐟ

ᥫ᭡. professional yapper and one piece woman apologist. edelgard defender .ᐟ

ᥫ᭡. dni if : under eighteen. transphobic. homophobic. terf. bigot. proshipper. basic dni content applies .ᐟ

…straight from the tortured poets department .ᐟ

[queer-crusader]

Look I don't wanna bitch but if your Tumblr fic takes longer to scroll past than the Do You Love The Colour Of The Sky post then it would be kinda appreciated if you put the majority of it under a Read More button

[morganmnemonic]

I'm thinking of kris repeating berdly's name in shock when you try to tell ralsei that you are going to the festival with berdly of all people. Thinking about the conversations we only get to hear half of, where kris presumably tells ralsei and susie that ralsei and asriel don't look that much alike. Thinking about all the times where kris changes the prompt we give them into something that they'd prefer to say.

Kris talks. They chatter, even, but we as the player don't get to hear it. They don't get a text box. We only ever know that they spoke at all from the reactions of other characters, and even then, we rarely know exactly what was said.

And part of this is that whoever the deltarune narrator is seems intent to pretending like kris doesn't exist. You check the mirror, and it says, "it's only you". Kris plays the piano and it says, "your hands begin moving on their own." If kris speaks without your permission, the narration doesn't acknowledge it at all, committed to the lie that kris doesn't exist beyond their role as our vessel. But that's not what this post is about.

This post is about how it's entirely possible that kris has tried to talk to us when no one else is around. They could have tried to tell us their plan, or begged us not to make certain decisions, or explained that we don't actually need to steal asriel's 5 dollars because they have a piggy bank buried in the front yard. Kris could be asking us questions, or asking us not to look for the bunker password because they have a plan and we should trust them, or asking us to let them sleep a bit longer, and we the soul just carry on the same regardless, their one-sided monologue falling on deaf ears. We would never even know, because of how thoroughly the narrative of deltarune has denied kris a voice.

[deliriyoruz]

[angaynerd]

☆Account Intro☆

Hi hi! I'm AN! I go by many names but everyone calls me AN.

I post fanart, mayb theories, analysis, and fanfics if you're lucky >_<

Rules: basic stuff, no racism/homophobia/transphobia/etc, no toxicity/drama talk, no nsfw

Warnings: I sometimes post drawn gore, but I'll always put a warning. I also post somewhat suggestive stuff 😋, but once again I will put a warning and I'll never post straight up NSFW

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My main fandoms

♡Your Turn To Die

♡Witch's Heart

♡Vincent The Secret of Myers/dino999z in general

♡Studio Investigrave

♡Okegom

♡Mouthwashing

♡Idolm@ster DereSute

♡Goddess of Victory Nikke

♡Ayakashi Akashi

♡Most indie RPG Maker games honestly

♡Most Animes too but mostly

♡My Hero Academia

♡Chainsaw Man

♡Hunter x Hunter

♡Happy Sugar Life

♡Dragon Maid

♡Lucky Star

♡Vocaloid

♡MLP FiM

♡Sonic

♡Law of Talos/Endzone

...Wow... that's a lot of fandoms >_<

Yea, welcome to the gay nerd club!

[time-woods]

gettingback into tma so here's the season 1 crew redesigns

the old designs from 2022 . . they mainly got a wardrobe change

[enbyandyy]

SO RIGHT. LOOK AT HIM. SERVING.

[nenoname]

hunting down a specific image but finding miscellaneous storyboards/some cut panels from the stan comic story instead

[soappbar]

HAPPY (LATE) BIRTHDAY TERUKI!!!

[noodles-and-tea]

Last part whoo!!!

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4

[rexhya]

bakugo and a high maintenance gf

you stress him out, honestly most ppl dont even know how he can put up with you, there are specifics for everything, and you're not exactly the most forgiving person either.

he didn't fluff your pillows right, now ur pouting at him, but he grumbles while fluffing them.

now youre angry, but you wont tell him why your angry but he knows you angry, dodging his kisses, ignoring his questions, he isnt having any of it.

your flipped over his shoulder in less than a minute, squealing for him to put you down, now your smothered, his hard warm chest pressed into you boobs.

"i can't breaaaaathhhh, kar get offf." you groaned, your cries muffled by his chest.

he gets off, you face just a bratty as it was before but now willing to explain.

"theres no yogurt left, you ate the last one."

kat fights to roll his eyes, "i know baby, that's why I asked if you wanted to go to the store with me."

"oh.." you mumble off looking embarrassed.

katsuki pinches your cheek, "so demanding."

he's stressed, but he's in love.

[mistress-light]

Beauty and the Beast (1991) • Walt Disney

[goatyuuji]

I LOVE WHEN ALL THE PIECES CLICK BACK INTO PLACE TO MAKE THE PICTURE