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paris and dove.

Dove is not having fun. Just go home, they tell themselves, but then the what-ifs start to pile down. They don’t think themselves a paranoid person, per se, and yet it itches. Like a mosquito bite they try to ignore with all their might. They end up scratching it time and time again. As is to be expected from Dove Longbottom, their face is thunderous, their footsteps filled with ill-contained frustration and they think they might find some solace in the loud music played by the Bent-Winged Snitches. And they do, until their eyes fall on Paris. Paris who is looking at them. Dove looks away, Dove focuses on the guitar riff, the bass line, the vocals. They let their gaze travel and find Paris looking at her still and they stick up a middle finger. But Dove is like an oil spill right now, easily set ablaze and when they catch their ex staring at them still, at least a minute later, they stomp over. “Enjoying the fucking view, are we?” They gesture at the stage. “Disrespectful, not to pay ‘em any mind, if you ask me.”

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rahim and dove.

This is not her scene, admittedly. Dove has come for their family and because their mind has started to find danger at every corner. An event like this — is it not like asking for disaster? She looks at her father with his broad smile, greeting students and holding their mother’s hand and all Dove can see is disaster. The world is cruel. The world is cruel, she knows that, and these Ministry employees keeping an eye out do nothing to quell her worries. Dove moves around. Stomps, even, holding magical candyfloss that had been bought for her by Neville who had thought it hilarious. 

Dove has no intention of eating it and she detaches from her family, stomping more. Her fingers curl around her wand in her pocket. Perhaps it’s because she expects a fight that she itches for one. As their gaze falls on Rahim, distant colleague and continuous annoyance standing in line of one of the food stamps, they join the queue. Dove feels anger curling in her body, anger because she cannot feel at peace when she knows her father walks around this place when people in similar positions of power had been murdered not too long ago. Dove shoves the candyfloss forward, entangling sugary sweet pink with the back of Rahim’s head and his hair. “Oops.” As he turns, she lets go of the stick holding the candyfloss up and it half-sticks to him, half falls on the ground. “Didn’t see you there.”

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z and dani.

the world fades away around him. it becomes nothing but them, together, in a vacuum. dani is happy - really, truly happy, the kind of happy that’s damn near impossible on the eve of war. but still, she’s found it. it flows over z like warmth from a fire, and for a moment, he wishes he could stay there, with her, forever, the rest of the world be damned, the rest of time be forgotten. “aw c’mon, caviar’s pretty good. plus, it’s just a power move.” he wrinkles his nose at her, still smiling. “champagne. noted. i’ll find us a bottle for after you perform.” he promises, and though it’s just a little thing, it’s sacred to him. “that’s all you keep me ‘round for, innit?” he swerves and twists, all too deft, as if he could have known exactly how she would move - and didn’t he? doesn’t he always? the flowers stay hidden. “don’t get pushy, now.” he chides, “and i’ve gotta apologise in advance - they didn’t survive the trip too well. not that i was able to get the best ones to begin with, but,” he pulls them out from behind himself, half hides behind them. they’re drooping, and something like a third have lost a chunk of their petals. they’re vibrant and haphazard, nothing like sleek roses or lilies, but they reminded him of her. “they’re all yours.”

Dani isn’t an optimist, per se — rather an escapist, who forcibly looks at all that’s good to ignore all that is dreadful. As Z stands in front of her and promises to bring champagne, hides a bouquet of flowers behind his back, and smiles, it is easy to ignore all else. That her father isn’t coming, for example, that there are people in her class that Dani will stab in the back if she has to, that she is endlessly exhausted. “Yes, you’re my personal maid, my assistant, my little butler boy. Clearly you serve me no other purpose,” she says, but it’s all a lie and he knows it. What Z offers Dani is something she can never repay, though that doesn’t mean that she won’t try. Flowers are revealed and yes, they are droopy and some are dying, but the colours, oh the colours, and the gesture of it all have Dani beaming. She wants a lot from life, sure, but she is easily pleased all the same. “They are the very best ones.” She turns the bouquet, as if she wants to see them at every angle. ”How did you do it, find the very best flowers on this world?” Her fingers gingerly take them, nose sniffing the petals and plucking one from the bouquet to stick in Z’s lapel. “Now we match.” A small pause. “Thank you, Z.”

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z​ and dani.​

dani’s been rehearsing so much z’s begun to think he might know a midsummer night’s dream as well as - if not better than - any muggle shakespeare scholar. someone else might have resented it taking over their home, but all he’s done is watched in awe as she transformed, day after day, into hermia with more and more confidence, more and more ability. he’s managed to push his way through the crowds towards the staged area with relatively little damage to the admittedly pathetic looking bunch of flowers he’s bought, though spotting a tiny girl like dani through the mass of bodies around, when he himself isn’t exactly tall, has proven difficult until now. he swings the flowers behind his back, and can’t help but grin at her through the bustle. “there’s the star i was looking for.” she’s a bit like a gleaming sun in the midst of everything. “need me to rough someone up so they give you a private dressing room, and champagne and caviar?”

It’s exhilarating. While the world grows darker, Danielle Goyle feels like a shining star on the midst of a podium, radiating, reflecting, dazzling. The attention, the compliments, the light that shines on her — these are shallow things to care about, but she drowns in their water nonetheless. Her joy can’t be squashed, not tonight, and when Z appears – an apparition that is neither haunting nor ghost-like – she smiles only wider. “Caviar is disgusting,” Dani says, head shaking in amusement, moving to pull Z into a quick embrace. “But I never say no to champagne.” She boops his nose. “But don’t worry, you can leave the fighting for my honour for a later moment. Just sit with me a moment now, yeah? Scare off the folks I don’t wanna talk with.” She tries to peer behind his back. “Did you bring me a gift?!”

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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

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“I’m a girl with a wolf’s heart. I’m stepping out of sorrow. The house collapses. […] I’m a collaps- ing house. Come collect me. I’m stepping out of sorrow. Everything else is left howling.”

— Dalton Day, from “Stepping Out of Sorrow,” published in Souvenir

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{ cis woman, she/her } ❝ and i hate how i don’t feel real enough unless people are watching. ❞ huh, who’s JESSICA BARDEN? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually DANIELLE GOYLE. she is a 21 year old PUREBLOOD witch who is A WADA STUDENT & BORGIN AND BURKE’S EMPLOYEE. she is a HUFFLEPUFF alum and the child of GREGORY GOYLE AND FLORA CARROW. they are known for being INSINCERE, DRAMATIC, HARSH, DISILLUSIONED, and RESTLESS, but also LIVELY, CAPTIVATING, AMBITIOUS, LOYAL, and DARING, so that must be why pronoun always reminds me of the song MIRRORBALL BY TAYLOR SWIFT and EXCITING LAUGHTER BARING WHITE FANGS, GLITTERY EYESHADOW, DOWNING VODKA WITHOUT WINCING, PLAYFUL WINKS, SITTING CURLED UP IN THE SHOWER FOR HOURS, MINI SKIRTS, TAKING A DRAMATIC BOW. i hear she is aligned with THE DEATH EATERS, so be sure to keep an eye on them. 

read here.

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{ cis woman, she/her } ❝ i am both the wound and the knife. ❞ huh, who’s JESSICA HENWICK? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually DAYA VALENTINE (DAIYU VOLKOVA). she is a 27 year old PUREBLOOD witch who is AN AUROR. she is a KOLDOVSTORETZ alum and the child of ALEXEI VOLKOV AND XIFENG CHENG. she is known for being PROVOCATIVE, IMPULSIVE, ANGRY, HOSTILE, and DISOBEDIENT, but also FORGIVING, BRAVE, DRIVEN, HUMOROUS, and TALKATIVE, so that must be why pronoun always reminds me of the song THUMBS BY LUCY DACUS and FINGER GUNS AND PEACE SIGNS, MUTED COLOURS IN YOUR WARDROBE, SEEING RED, A TIGER’S ROAR, WAKING UP IN A COLD SWEAT, NEVER BEING FULLY WARM, BLASTING MUSIC UNTIL THE NEIGHBOURS CALL THE COPS. i hear she is aligned with THE ORDER, so be sure to keep an eye on her.

read here.

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TATI GABRIELLE by Raul Romo

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every episode of iron fist w/ colleen wing [s01e02]

if i say anything, i’ll just end up crying… this was a fail, guys. these exercises are about trying to teach you how to perform in the real world, so do better.

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can someone look at me like that pls ?

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#yeah

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#the character development we deserve

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The New Romantic (2018) dir. Carly Stone

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