#🩹 jace writes

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writing down the emojis i assigned for ocs because i know im gonna forget this sooner or later

twst

nrc

☣️ yume, 🐦‍⬛ sarai, 🐸 aikaterini, 🐰 u, ✨ shayde, 🎼 melody, 🎨 senalat, 🏹 roy, 🪖 atajan, 💍 galina, 🧜‍♂️ yudai, 🎀 mary-annie

🥕 arledge, 🦎 drake, 🫧 ilsolvic

🌬️ beowulf, 🐻 macbeth, 🎰 caleb, 🪶 talon, 🐆 sadia

🦈 gavin, 🐟 blake, 🏟️ claudius, 🪙 marcus, 🐋 malacoda

📜 bassel, ⏳ heera, 💎 faqeed

🪦 noir, 🕊️ sommeil, 💣 duyao, 🎤 jermaine

👾 pavor, 🎮 nikolaos, 💿 evander

🛡️ severus, 🔍 franc, 🌋 vulcan

🩹 sargon, 🕰️ nova, ☀️ persinette, 🌱 warren

🥩 jewell

rsa

👑 eden

🎩 lewis, 🎪 harlan, 🐛 charles, ☂️ bunky, 💭 ellis

🌅 ambrosi, 🌺 fleuri, 🐾 faunus, 🌦️ mist

🕌 jibril, 🐅 kahlil

❄️ alvar, 👓 denarius, 🧩 roux, 💌 cobalt, 🎸 jett, 🛏️ beryl, 🏐 kessler, 🌡️ larimar

🏺 hector, 🎠 perseus, 💐 miles, 📣 chryses, 🏛️ castor, 🌾 thales, 🪩 theodore, 🎭 melanthios

🍯 winston, 🐷 pietro, 🫏 tristan, 🍝 tigre, 🦉 otus

🩵 duke, 🦘 koen, 🦞 veredigna, 📚 faron, 🪭 jia-hao, 🤖 mon, 🎃 ivan

🛼 soraya

awi

🌌 galadriel, 🔷 konyd, 👁️‍🗨️ thackery

♟️ juno, 🃏 henrietta, 🥀 rosalyn, 🦩 carmine, 🦔 emerald

⚒️ imara, 🪮 zuri, 🥇 keletso

🐚 iris, 🧠 jessamine, 🧬 forsythia

🐍 ritika, 🦜 alya, 🗺️ leila

👠 ellie, 🪞 serenity, 🦚 meili

🚬 helena, 🐺 andrea

🐐 maria, 🪽deirdre, ☸️ sydney, 🏰 daenerys

🗻 headmistress, ⚰️ collector, 💄 vanita, 😈 miriam, 🥼 yvonna, 🦅 shanyuan, 🕸️ bonnie, 🛍️ glynda, 🖌️ jayda, 🌿 gautami, ⏲️ kitch

❌ binx, 🏩 lily, ✂️ kutaka, 🦊 yuzuki, 🎣 arsulu, 🪸 lagan, 💸 jin, 🌩️ thundra, 💠 kraljica, 🔦 moroni, 🩸 circe, 👼 angelos, ⚜️ chanteur, 🪆 leah

extra

🍬 maximilian, 🩰 margaretta

🕋 masood, 🧞‍♂️ yusra, 🐈 tahmina, 🥛 toussaint, 🎧 serenella, 🎹 bene, 👕 joey, 🦁 rouge

💫 yuehai, 🐉 long/haoran, 🐴 ma/zhang

🦋 aponi, 🌄 odina, 🍁 nuka

🌳 virgo, 🌊 pisces

⏱️ mi-gyeong

aknk

mcs

💝 nimue, 🪻 yareli, 👔 kimiya, 🐛 jace, 🐱 camilla, 🍓 lenore

butlers

📙 andre, 🏮hadwin

obey me

mcs

🍎 eve/adam, ⛵️ noa/noah, 🌟 ruth/matthew, 🐝 deborah/barak, 🔏 susanna/daniel, 💻 abigail/david, 🏍️ judith/achior, 👸 esther/mordecai, 📂 miriam/aaron, 🦾 lydia/silas, 🐏 priscilla/aquila, 🔮 martha/lazarus, 🤺 berenice/herod, ✝️ tabitha/peter, 👛 zillah/lamech

other

💧 crocell, 🔪 legion, 🎆 ereshkigal, 🏵️ ishtar/inanna

hypmic

🦢 asuka, 🪴 fumio

🌸 koyumi, 🎎 honoka, 🌻 moriko

fragmem

🍦vianali, 🍫 caomint

kira kira

🕷️ kuro, 🌙 souvanna, ❤️‍🔥katawaguruma

#personal #reference #DEFINITELY subject to change though

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About our blog ❄️

🧅Welcome to our tumblr! 

🪐Hello! My name is Star! I go by She/They pronouns. My favorite poet is Pitts!

Here are some fun facts about me:

✎photographer 

✎ Chocolate enjoyer

✎ I have two orange cats :)

: ̗̀➛Some other fandoms I’m in: 

Good omens, DPS too I guess

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🧅 Hello ! I was known in the DPS fandom as Jace, but I no longer share my name publicly in tumblr because I couldn't decide on one and now I just think it's funny, so call me dolokhoded cause it's my tumblr url. You can find me on, surprise surprise, @dolokhoded .

Here are some fun facts about me:

✎ I mostly draw but I might once in a blue moon write something.

✎I unironically absolutely love maths

✎ 👊💥official chameron shipper👊💥 gang along with @aedan-mills , @maisietheweltoncow >:)

✎ I'm an INTP 5w6

: ̗̀➛Some other fandoms I’m in: 

Derry Girls, War and Peace, Peanuts, Le Nozze Fi Figaro and some other operas

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for now im just gonna sign off everything with my little onion guy 🧅

#pinned post

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hello i come bearing chameron !! (thank u @maisietheweltoncow for helping me pick out the prompt :D)

tw: guns and suicide (don't worry, though, it's not descriptive and it's just a nightmare, no one dies)

unnamed chameron oneshot based on a smiths line #1

Keating's car smelled of pine and lavender and although it was snowing, Charlie kept his head out the window for the entire ride. He could vaguely feel Cameron ruffling snowflakes out of his hair once they got to the theatre and he hardly remembered finding their way to their seats, as if his memory couldn't hold anything for further than a minute. They were seated now. The play would start any minute. 

Meeks was sitting on his left side. Cameron was sitting on his right. Charlie thought he looked dashing, he'd told him so back in their dorm, when Cameron was fixing his tie. Cameron was holding his hand. The play was starting. 

And there was Neil. He glowed when he was on stage, he shined, more than he ever had before, and the room filled with light. He was happy, content. Charlie jumped out of his seat. 

"Neil, Neil!" 

Neil couldn't hear him. He was smiling. Charlie felt the atmosphere shift. Why couldn't no one hear him? 

"Neil!" 

He couldn't sit back down. He looked to his side, but Cameron was no longer there. The seats were all full but he felt as if no one was around. He was alone, Neil couldn't hear him. 

"Cam? Mr. Keating? Neil!" 

When he looked back to the stage, Neil had a gun in his hand. He couldn't hear him. Charlie couldn't stop him. He screamed, he yelled until his throat was sore, but Neil couldn't hear him and all he could do was sit and watch. The audience didn't react, they seemed to be caught in a trance. Was this normal? This couldn't be normal, right? . It couldn't be. And with the sound of Neil blowing the crown off of his head… 

He woke up. 

He woke up in sweat and tears running down his face and he could hardly breathe. He couldn't let Neil go to that play, he couldn't. 

"Neil!" He cried. "Neil!" 

"Charlie?" Someone could hear him. Someone was there, and they could hear him. "Charlie, hey, come here, you're panicking." 

Cameron. Cameron was there, he could tell, he'd heard him say this before. "Breathe, Char, can you breathe with me?" Cameron pulled one of his hands into his chest, which rose up and down, up and down. Yes, he could do that. He nodded. "Good. Good, you're okay." 

Charlie mimicked the movement of Cameron's chest, up and down, up and down, letting air pass in and out of his lungs. He was okay, he could breathe. Neil wasn't, he couldn't let him, he couldn't. "Cam," he choked out. "Cam, we can't let Neil go to the play, we have to stop him." 

"Sweetheart, you were dreaming. It's been two years since that, Neil's fine." Cameron reassured him. "He lives with Todd now, remember? They're fine." 

Right. Right, it was over. Neil was okay now, and Cameron was here. It was a dream. He wasn't in Welton anymore, he was in their apartment in New York. Neil was alive. 

"Oh. Oh, yeah. I'm sorry." He blinked as he processed his surroundings. "I'm sorry, I forgot." It's been two years now since Charlie first had that nightmare, and it still hadn't stopped. It repeated in his brain over and over again, and every time he woke up in tears. He couldn't stand it anymore, sometimes to the point where he wouldn't sleep, but Cam was always there. He was there back at school and he was there now. He tried to focus on that for as long as he could, pushing every other thought that was planted in his brain from that dream away. 

"It's alright, love, I know. Here, have some water, take a breath." Cameron said and he handed him a glass of water from the nightstand. Charlie thought it was sweet, that he kept it there every night. He once asked him why, he'd told him 'Just in case'. Charlie knew what that meant back then, and he understood it way better now. 

He took two sips of the water before he put the glass away. God, he must look like such a mess. And Cameron should've been sleeping now, he should've been asleep, and yet he was awake, running after Charlie. He sighed. "I'm sorry if I woke you up." 

"Don't worry, you didn't. I was restless." Cameron layed back down with his arm extended, inviting Charlie to cuddle up by his side. 

"You were?" Charlie looked up at him. He did look like he'd been awake. His eyes were wide open and his hair wasn't messy as it usually was after he slept. "Why?" 

Cameron sighed. "Just… thinking." He said, and he could see curiosity rising in Charlie's eye. "Nothing important, I'll depress you if we get into it." 

Charlie smiled. Of course he was thinking, Cameron was always thinking. About the future, about life, himself even. He found out he had quite a lot to think about that he never got the chance to during his years at Welton, and Charlie always loved to hear what was going on in that mind of his. "I want you to depress me." 

"Well, now's not the time. You need sleep." Cameron said, rolling them both to the side so Charlie's back was against his chest. 

"You need sleep."

"Yeah, I do. It's three in the morning." Cameron chuckled. "You feeling alright?"

Charlie thought for a moment. "No." He admitted. "I'm scared, Cam. I know I'm alright when I'm awake but I don't wanna… I'm scared I'll fall asleep and have that dream again." 

"Oh, Charlie…" Cameron's hand travelled down to find his, and laced their fingers together. "I wish I could stop it. I'll stay up all night if I have to, to make sure you're okay, I can't see you like this, Char." 

And of course he would, he didn't even stop to consider how many classes he has tomorrow, how many term papers he'd have to work on, and Charlie loved him, he loved him, he loved him. "Don't do that, please." He smiled. "Just… Never let me wake up alone. I don't know if I could handle it." 

"Never." Cameron reassured him, and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. "Get some sleep, love. You'll be okay, and if anything happens, I'll be here, yeah?"

"Yeah." Charlie mumbled. "Love you." 

"I love you too, sweetheart." Cameron pulled Charlie closer to him, and soon enough the two fell asleep. Charlie couldn't remember what he dreamed of, he hardly ever could when it didn't drive him to tears, but he slept peacefully. More than he had in a long while now, he didn't wake up again until morning. And once he did, Cameron was there, as promised. 

#🩹 jace writes #dead poets society #dps #richard cameron #charlie dalton #chameron

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*heaving* i finished it

meteor shower

"the day neil would’ve turned eighteen.

middle of may, just at his favorite time of spring, when the weather wasn’t too hot and the occasional rain would fall to freshen the earth, when all his favorite flowers would start to bloom, he’d always say that during those days, halfway through may, the world was starting to prepare for the summer.

hence the rainfall and the flowers and the butterflies, and everything else he used to love."

warnings: death and suicide mention (yes of neil)

pairings: anderperry's always canon, background pitts x meeks

#🩹 jace writes #I FINISHED ITTTTTTTTTT #WE DIE LIKE MEN #GHSJHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! #dead poets society #dps #todd anderson #richard cameron #charlie dalton #steven meeks #stephen meeks #gerard pitts #knox overstreet #neil perry

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🩹 poetry??

had these branches borne no thorns i'd braid them in a wreath

pin rosebuds, thyme and rosemary and flowers i'd bequeath

to livers, lovers, once i've gone by atropos' hand

i wonder, would the flowers in the paths i walked still stand

and will the rosebuds ever bloom to see the sunlight glisten

and will the rosebuds sing their song, and will the river listen

and when its water shimmers down that lonely grievesome stream

who will leave chamomiles to paint it as it runs agleam

the truth is, roses always bloom and rivers always trail

and little kids will always stop to watch the daisies sail

but thorns shall make their fingers bleed, the branches stay unbraided

and heaven knows my hands are rough and grazed and always jaded

so while i can i work these branches, turn them into wreaths

i sit right by the riverside, i hear the water's griefs

who taught the thorns how to be thorns, who said they shan't be plaited?

who said that branches can't be crowns, be laced and decorated?

the thorns might pierce right through your skin but goodness only knows

that nature sharped them, made them so, for that's how nature goes.

#🩹 jace writes #this is abt flowers :))) but rlly abt people :))) #i finished it at 6 am and it is unedited but #im carpeing that diem bc i know i won't when im not sleep deprived :) #🩹 poetry!! im being chased by walt whitman! #secret tag hehehe #dead poets society #for good measure 🙄✋ #I SAID SHAN'T #WHY?? IDK HONESTLY IT JUST FELT RIGHT

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spaced out

little extract from something i'm writing, for fun :) just charlie and cameron bein roommates. cameron needs sleep. and a little therapy probably.

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“Hey, Cameron.” He greeted as he entered the room, some sarcastic remark already hanging off the edge of his lips, but the boy didn’t seem to hear him.

“Cameron?” No response. Was he so engrossed in his essay that hadn’t even noticed Charlie’s arrival? He leaned in closer, looking over his shoulder. Cameron’s pen was resting still against the paper, he seemed to have zoned out. “Cameron.” He repeated, lightly tapping the side of his face.

That snapped him right back and he flinched away from Charlie. “Dammit, Charlie! You scared me.”

“Boo-hoo. I came here to bother you but you were just staring at the wall.” Charlie said casually, leaning against Cameron’s desk.

“Well, don’t. I don’t have time for this today, it’s bad enough I wasted time doing…” Cameron paused for a second, not sure of what he was doing himself. “Whatever. I need to finish this, is the point.”

“But that’s no fun for me!” Charlie groaned and fell against his bed, deciding to pester his roommate for a little longer, but Cameron just sighed and returned to his essay. “At least tell me something, I have nothing to do and it might help you with, like, not spacing out again.”

At this, Cameron’s pen fell from his hand and he abruptly turned to face him. “I’m not spacing out. I don’t space out. And stop acting like you know what helps me.”

Charlie sat up straight, taken aback by his sudden outburst. “Okay, sorry, Jesus. I just thought…” Cameron’s gaze remained cold on his as he spoke. “Maybe you just need rest. How long have you been working on this?”

Cameron felt his expression ease a little bit, dropping his glare. Actual signs of concern? From Charlie Dalton? “Doesn’t matter much what I need. I have to get this done tonight if I want to get to studying for the trig exam tomorrow.”

“Pft, no you don’t, the trig exam isn’t for another two weeks and you already know all that stuff.” Charlie rolled his eyes. Cameron seemed to brush that off and return to his writing. “It’s okay, you know, if you were spacing out. It’s really not a big deal.”

“Yeah, not a big deal if it happens once or twice but if I-” He went to reply but caught himself mid-sentence. Instead he sighed, staring down at the page and finally shutting the notebook. “It shouldn’t concern you anyway. But I suppose you’re right, I could get this done tomorrow.”

#🩹 jace writes #kinda bummed i'm starting off the writing tag with a silly little passage but :) idk i also kinda like it #i think abt the dalton-cameron dorm shenanigans a lot #it's 4 am again #welp #dps #dead poets society #richard cameron #charlie dalton