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#( dash ; dove )
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Rose: Saw lesbian +30 hp
June: Saw lesbian +30 hp
Dove: saw Trans girl +30 hp
Feferi: Saw aroace flag +30 hp
Jake: Saw drag show +100 hp 
Dirk: deeply misunderstood this
Kanaya: Also Deeply Misunderstood This
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hi dove!! congrats on 100 followers!! ┌⁠(⁠・⁠。⁠・⁠)⁠┘⁠♪ if it's not already taken, i'd like to request the "long-distance relationship" prompt and 🥺🌃📞 with jade (bc im obvious)? for backup, maybe "stargazing" and 🌠🙏⛺ with deuce? as always, you don't have to write it if you don't want to
thanks for always spreading joy and chaos on my feed hahaha, you're such a sweetheart ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ
Long-Distance Relationship; Jade Leech
Content; Gender-neutral reader, hurt/comfort
Word Count; 800 (on the dot)
AN; The final drabble for the 100-follower event, and the third Jade drabble! I hope you like the direction I took this in, Rinna! *hands you a tissue just in case* As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
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It felt weird, being back home. Being in your bedroom, the one that had all your personal belongings. Your clothes. Your memories. You were back, no longer in Twisted Wonderland, which you dared not share with anyone else save they question you, or worse off, it wasn’t real. But it was real, the photos showed that much. Photos of your friends. Photos of all of the different events. Photos of the man that had captured your heart. A coy smile, a glint in his mismatched eyes, and hands that would gently hold yours. You missed Twisted Wonderland, you missed Jade.
You looked towards the window, seeing the faintest hints of the thin curve of the moon, and only the brightest stars being visible due to all the light. There was no magic… and everything seemed more dull without it. Of course, you would be struck with all these thoughts in the dead of night, with only the barking of the neighbour’s dog and the sound of far-off sirens keeping you company. It was no use staring out the window, or worse, the ceiling, and yearning for a place you couldn’t return to. So you got up and went to your desk, to look through the photos that still moved. That gave you bright smiles… that reminded you that your heart was elsewhere.
You stalled on the one photograph; it was a photo of Jade on a mountaintop, looking at you as the sun set behind him.
“Prefect, let me help you up. Are you alright, it seems like you tripped over something,” you heard his voice play in your head. The photo played on a loop, of him turning around and giving you a kind yet playful look. Of a perfect moment in time.
You didn’t even have time to give him a proper goodbye, having been sucked through a mirror suddenly; much like your sudden arrival. “I miss you,” you whispered. 
Closing the photo album gently, you went to the window. Nothing had changed since you left. All of your trinkets from over the years were still in their places. And you don’t really know what compelled you, but you picked up the small snail shell that you picked up from a shop, and you held it to your ear.
If you hold a shell to your ear, you’ll hear the ocean. So you listened, and while it did remind you of the crashing waves at the beach, it reminded you of Jade. Only once you get close enough could you hear them, telling you his thoughts only once you had earned his trust. Earned his respect.
“I find it humorous,” you heard him hum, “how my unique magic is Shock the Heart, yet with you, it feels like it has been cast on me.” 
You brought the shell to your lips. “Please, I just want to see him again. To hear him… please.” But the only thing that happened was a breeze coming through the window screen.
There was no magic, so wishes don’t come true here, especially not such large and impossible ones.
I should try to get some sleep… So you crawled back under the covers, clutching a pillow to your chest as you fell into a black, dreamless sleep. But after what felt like only a few short moments, you were jolted awake by the sound of the phone ringing. That’s weird, I usually keep it on silent… UGH, WHY IS IT SO LOUD?! It’s too early for this.
You blindly groped around for your phone, but once you had it in hand you realized it wasn’t the source of the ringing. You checked the landline, which was also not the source. The ringing wasn’t coming from either of the phones. “Where the hell is it coming from,” you muttered. “It’s too early for this!” The sun wasn’t even up yet!
But you found what was making the ruckus; it was the shell. That shouldn’t be possible. It can’t be possible. Shells don’t ring. There’s no magic here that could do that. But you picked it up, holding your breath.
“Hello?” It was Jade. By some miracle, the voice on the other side of the… shell? Phone? Shell phone? Was Jade.
You felt like your centre of gravity had shifted. “Jade,” you choked out.
You heard a soft exhale on the other side of the line. “After so many attempts, I finally found you.” For the first time, you heard so many emotions at once just in his voice. “We never got the chance, but, Prefe-... Y/N, I love you, and somehow, we will meet again.”
He feels the same. He… loves me. “I love you too.”
And the connection between shells never broke, and one day, the two of you shall meet again.
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kinokoshoujoart · 1 month
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i couldn’t find a video of this version so here’s Rock’s post engagement event if you choose the negative option for my own reference. please enjoy my framerate dropping to hell trying to record anything because of all my mods
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brinaannlynn · 4 months
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My most gorgeous friend, let me tell you my jaw dropped when I saw your last red carpet look. The blonde is baaaaack, baby. / / @wickeddove
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epoxxalypz · 6 months
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Iunno bout yall but i only know June, Ross, Dove, Jack, Jean, Roxy, Dash and Lara
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wraenata · 10 months
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I have returned from camping. I'm going to try and make it through my dash but I'm not sure if I will be able too. If I missed any posts I'm sorry!
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feleshero · 7 months
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What's your muse's signature karaoke song?
Felicia's is Stevie Nicks' Edge of Seventeen.
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bastardbvby · 7 months
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i really need warnings for when yall rb stuff from old dtblr people because it genuinely is the most heart stopping jumpscare
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soyeonzs · 1 year
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# dash icons : several artists  .
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by clicking under the cut you can find 11 dash icons of alisha boe, dove cameron, madelyn cline, anya taylor joy and florence pugh. all dash icons were made from scratch by me, so don't edit them in any way, resend or claim them as yours. please like & reblog if you found them useful.
(  *  cw :  )  none
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nebulousboops · 10 months
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I feel like Clive would love storms until the lightning and thunder combo hits
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troyesvn · 8 days
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I hope you know I still listen to Breakfast like... every day. If that song ever got a remix, I need to hop on that. / / @dovenotorious
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occultusprodigium · 3 months
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— I heard the angels weep for me. There's no place to hide down here.
21+ • Dead Dove Do Not Eat • True Blood RP • Fanger • Backstory Here
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maledictussanctus · 3 months
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— My heart's been beating all the time. To help this broken body live another night.
21+ • Dead Dove Do Not Eat • TVD RP • Human
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edenpoise · 3 months
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tags.
✾ ⎰ ❛ the birth of choice . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ in char ⊱
✾ ⎰ ❛ apples- peaches- pears- . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ out of char ⊱
✾ ⎰ ❛ the original pussy ! ❜ ⧸ ⊰ crack ⊱
✾ ⎰ ❛ the sins of the devil stain your skin . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ mirror ⊱
✾ ⎰ ❛ sweet apples that fall into your hands . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ char study ⊱
✾ ⎰ ❛ flowery path is accompanied by thorns . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ aesthetic ⊱
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✾ ⎰ ❛ tis a punishment on its own to watch . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ dash ⊱
✾ ⎰ ❛ received dove . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ mail ⊱
✾ ⎰ ❛ sent down into the cruelty of hell . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ meme ⊱
✾ ⎰ ❛ a dance which shall never end . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ thread ⊱
✾ ⎰ ❛ into the garden of eden . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ promo ⊱
✾ ⎰ ❛ voice like a melody- dancing so graceful . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ starter call ⊱
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heavencasteel420 · 1 year
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There’s kind of a weird thing going on with Jonathan, both in the show and in fandom, where:
(a) he does something fairly innocuous or even actively good away from his family and/or Nancy (bringing down the lab in S2, hanging out with Nancy early in S3, not hanging out with Nancy immediately after their S3 fight, smoking weed and hanging out with Argyle in S4); and
(b) he feels bad about it when shit hits the fan and sometimes another character is annoyed with him as well; but
(c) the situation is never such that he should have known shit was going to hit the fan; and
(c) the consequences of his “not being there” are really unclear or dubious. In S2, he leaves Will in the care of their actual mother and legal guardian, who handles the situation with the help of other adults. Early in S3, Will is put out by everyone (including Jonathan and Nancy) pairing off heterosexually, but I don’t think we’re supposed to think it’s wrong and selfish for any one character to have a girlfriend or boyfriend, any more than Will is selfish for hanging out with his friends instead of his family; rather, Will is justifiably unhappy because he is shut out of that experience due to society’s homophobia (also Mike and to a lesser extent Lucas are rude about his game). Later in S3, Nancy decides to visit the hospital to figure shit out and calls Jonathan only when she realizes that UD nonsense is afoot, and he shows up immediately. S4 is the only time that his (emotional) absence has consequences (i.e., Will seems to feel like he can’t talk to him because he’s high), but, even then, that’s not all on Jonathan. Will wasn’t talking to Joyce or his friends, either, because his problems felt too awful and insurmountable. He wasn’t talking to Jonathan when he was sober (which he is all the time, once Joyce leaves for Alaska).
Given all of this information, I personally think the message should be “Jonathan feels an inappropriate amount of responsibility that he categorically cannot handle as a teenager, and his attempts to do it anyway backfire and reduce his capacity even further (sacrificing his future to stay with his family physically makes him so unhappy that he’s driven to check out emotionally).” With a little bit of “Will’s life is really hard and scary, and he’s used to Jonathan constantly being there and taking care of things, so any change in that is highly unsettling even if it’s just pretty normal teenage behavior, plus he knows that Jonathan will never actually get mad at him so it’s safe to lash out.”
But other people will seriously go, “wow, I’m so glad Jonathan is a good older brother again and has redeemed himself for *checks notes* having a girlfriend and one other friend and smoking weed.”
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