[trackd-arc]

independent rp blog for original character dorothy shaw. dead dove fiction will likely be featured, and will be tagged "dead dove dnr". all triggers will be tagged too. exploring themes in: recovering and creating identity, trusting the bonds that have been forged, and reclaiming the self. written by teddy, 25. this blog is 21+ only and selective.

[ carrd. ] [ follows from: @shilohgreen. ] [ affiliated with: @untracked ]

[trackd-arc]

ok i caved and gave dorothy her own main blog @trackd you can unfollow here if you would like

[elizabethsinclair]

it is always dawn in his arms, Love Elizabeth S.

[disgustinggf]

[weltenwellen]

Warsan Shire, from “Hooyo Isn't Home”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

[shuttered-gallery]

"Walking in Elysium" by Emile Corsi, 1886

[trackd-arc]

like this to plot something w dorothy ♥ i will come into ur dms ....

[anxious-black-hottie]

China Moon (1994)

[trackd-arc]

updated the carr.d to include further dead dove warnings and a page describing the cult that dorothy lived so much of her life in ♥

[trackd-arc]

like this to plot something w dorothy ♥ i will come into ur dms ....

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR FIRST MEETINGS & AWKWARD CHATS *  assorted dialogue for new acquaintances, adjust as necessary

have we met?

i recognize your face from somewhere.

i've seen you before.

i think i've seen you around.

do you do this often?

you look familiar.

what do you do for work?

did you friends abandon you, too?

are you new around here?

feel like dancing?

i think i'd remember a face like yours.

sorry, i don't mean to stare.

i've heard about you.

have you eaten here before?

you certainly get around.

think i saw you last week.

i've just never seen anyone as beautiful as you before.

i've been meaning to introduce myself.

it's really nice to meet you.

you look a little lost.

do you need some help?

wait a second. i know you.

do you come here often?

looks like we're the only ones left.

can i give you my number?

we haven't been properly introduced.

so... what kind of music do you listen to?

i'm sure you hear that a lot.

i don't mean to pry.

let me call you a taxi.

mind if i sit here?

when did you get here?

how long have you lived here?

do you remember me from last time?

do you like living here?

that was a dumb question to ask.

can i buy you a drink?

i hope i didn't scare you.

have you been here before?

i just think you're really pretty.

we met last week!

i didn't mean to interrupt you.

go on with your day!

i could give you a ride home.

feels like we were destined to meet.

would you dance with me?

i'll be just fine.

let's grab a table.

do you want to grab coffee sometime?

could i see you again?

i felt like i should come over here and introduce myself.

you're extraordinary.

i really enjoy talking to you.

we've been talking for hours.

you were sitting alone, so i thought i'd join you.

would you like to come inside?

feel like going for a walk?

is this seat taken?

could we talk inside?

i'd really like to get to know you.

i never know what you're going to say next.

i can't get enough of you.

this is unusual for me.

i'm not used to this.

did i say that outloud?

what do you recommend here?

i love your laugh. it's so unique.

i'll walk you home.

let me call you an uber.

pretty sure i saw you last week.

was that a pick-up line?

i'm sorry if that was too forward of me.

[scifipinups]

Madeleine Stowe 12 Monkeys (1995)

[trackd-arc]

like this to plot something w dorothy ♥ i will come into ur dms ....

[trackd-arc]

dorothy struggling with technology bc it's advanced so far since she joined the commune. dorothy not understanding new etiquette. dorothy being in public and then getting hit with the dissociation. dorothy with panic attacks at the worst times.

[trackd-arc]

added more of an about for dorothy <3 more details will be added in time, but it is a start!!

[untracked]

37: ghosted, mother mother. // @trackd, from here.

HEY, WOULD IT BE SO BAD IF I STAYED?

"This isn't the first time we've done this, is it?"

Shaw's voice always sounds so light in his dreams. Most of the time it's because he's a child when he experiences them, but in dreams like these-- the ones where he gets to see Dorothy again-- he imagines it must be because he's happy.

Because he feels happy.

"I mean... being together like this. Seeing me like this." Shaw wets his lips, tentative. How much can a good dream tell him when he made his sister up himself? "You didn't seem as surprised as I was when I walked up to you, is all."

(She didn't start tearing up like Shaw did. She didn't lose her footing, didn't have to apologise like a fool.)

At the moment they aren't doing anything important: they're sat in the grass, and Shaw is weaving flowers in his big sister's hair. It's longer than he remembers, however accurate or inaccurate his memory might be; it feels like he's been doing this for her for years all the same. Callused though his fingers might be, they touch Dorothy with a deftness that can only be practised, even if she disappeared decades ago.

"...is that why you won't look at me?" A beat. "Did something bad happen last time?"

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no, this isn't the first time, and no, she can't bear to look at him. she smiles, feeling his fingers thread through her hair with more skill than she could've imagined coming from her clumsy, boisterous little brother. dorothy can't help but wonder how her absence has changed him, what is her fault and what is simply his nature— if there's any difference between the two.

"it's still strange seeing you with a beard..." fondness swelling in her chest. he's become a man. blindly, she reaches for him. her palm cradles his cheek, thumb smoothing over his facial hair, feeling the reality that she can't dare to look at. this has to be real, then. this familiarity is only known to her here, could never be replicated with the patchwork of true dreams.

"is that cruel of me?" to deny him even her gaze after she left him behind... her hand drops to find his arm and give it a gentle squeeze. his opinion of her should have no sway here in the privacy of her mind, but the question came naturally.

"it suits you," she assures him, "just as your height does. i only struggle with the reminders of how long we've been apart."

[trackd-arc]

DOROTHY SHAW was last seen off the north trail near camping site 7 at walton forest haven campground. she was wearing jeans, a grey t-shirt, and a dark blue sweatshirt with a hood. she carried a backpack and she has long brown hair and brown eyes. she is not alone and is not considered a runaway.