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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.”

@excvlsiors

#dove: thread.#dove and paris.#dove and paris: 001.#thread.#end of summer.

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.”

@misericors

#neville: i will give dove candyfloss it will cheer her up!#dove: uses it as a weapon #HAHA #dove: thread.#dove and rahim.#dove and rahim: 001.#end of summer.#thread.

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.”

#dani: thread.#thread.#dani and z.#dani and z: 001.#end of summer.

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?!”

#dani: thread.#thread.#dani and z.#dani and z: 001.#end of summer.

vaememes

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.

#ask meme.

ravenclairee

#dani: muse.#dani: with theo.#dani: with archie.#dani: with danny.#dani: with rahim.#dani: with z.#dani n the boyz

illuminosity

“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

#daya: muse.

{ 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.

#intro.#dani: intro.

{ 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.

#intro.#daya: intro.

gifriverdale

TATI GABRIELLE by Raul Romo

#dove: mirror.#dove: muse.

spdrparker

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.

#daya: mirror.#daya: muse.