#【💌】❛ INBOX REPLIES. ❜

[covetcore]

"If you were going to bring me somewhere this warm, you really should have said so earlier..." She huffs, lifting her arms and removing the sweater she wore. Unintentionally, and completely unbeknownst to her, the motion causes the fabric of her shirt to ride up a little too much; expose a little too much. "Next time, can we just stay inside?"

— @mikiquette ; to kieran ෆ (IM SO SORRY FOR WHENEVER YOU SEE THIS AHGKJF dont look at me there was a devil on my shouldeeerrrrrRRR)

Initially, Kieran had his back turned towards her. Her huff met with an exasperated sigh from him, he couldn't exactly argue. It was too warm for him to even continue wearing a mask, so he checked around before removing it. ❝ Yeah, yeah... ❞ he began & turned back only to be met with the beautiful unexpected sight. While it was definitely not unwelcomed it left the twin speechless for a moment. Okay, several moments. [ Kieran.exe has stopped working... ] His face must've swapped through several shades of pink before settling for a bright crimson instead, one that even reached the tips of his ears.

 ❝ MIKI! CAREFUL! ❞ After those several moments, he finally grabbed for the bottom hem of her shirt & assisted in pulling it back down. His heart must've been racing a mile a minute as eyes quickly averted from Miki. ❝ S-Sorry, I just... you... it's fine. Um... yeah next time we can stay inside. ❞  Focus Kieran.

( @mikiquette )

[souldesired]

❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ - @lily-of-the-linkon

"Why wish to see it when you can come over, kitten? You know the base is always open to you." He invited in response, chuckling for a moment as some muffled voices could be heard on his end. They could wait though, her call was more important.

"Unless, you'd like to be picked up instead? This auction's a bore anyway, so I won't be staying much longer. Which leaves my face free for the remainder of the evening."

BLOOD AND DARKNESS STARTERS.

[jasminbound]

It's been so long since I lost the game.

" . . . "

A beat of silence passes between the two as big brown eyes narrow into slits. One hand rose to poke her beloved on the cheek as the other hand anchored to her hip. Playful pout upon lips. "How could you? I'm pretty sure I was second place to your first place. Why have you forsaken me?"

[fromdove]

› BEHIND THE WINGS ; A GIRL NAMED DOVE ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

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— 𝓔very 𝓣ime 𝓘 𝓞verthink, 𝓐 𝓟oet 𝓖ains 𝓗er 𝓦ings

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ the dove & the sea 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

dove of mine,

hi again. hi. hello. bonjour. salutations. or if it's the first time... then oh, you found me. congrats, detective. i’m probably doing something painfully mundane right now — staring at a wall, overthinking the concept of ... everything — but for your imagination’s sake, let’s say i’m sipping tea and reading sylvia plath’s collected works while pretending not to spiral. (sylvia & me are spiritually linked. i would slap & scold her for half her shit and then sob into her shoulder. duality.)

i’m 15. i go by dove — soft by design, featherlight. i liked the idea of being called something gentle. the world’s too loud and too much. i just wanted to be something calm and still. something that doesn’t take up space unless it’s invited to.

but if we’re already trauma‑bonded… if we’ve had breakdowns at 2am in the same digital trenches… if you’ve seen me type with shaking hands or confess things i should’ve journaled… then you can call me dovie, or angel, or aveliraix (yes that’s the birth name), or aveli, or or or whatever falls sweet off your tongue. but lets be honest even if we havent, i wouldnt mind the nicknames... wink wink

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somewhere, dove awaits,

i shift. i believe in the law of assumption, i dabble in a bit of non-duality and in the strange, terrifying beauty of quantum mechanics. i believe that reality is bendable, that thought can make matter, that self is a word with loose borders. not because i want to sound profound ! im not. i dont have the answers to the universe. im not here to convince you i do.

this isn’t a gimmick. it’s just part of who i am and what i believe. i’m always happy to talk about it — curiously, honestly, even imperfectly — but not with people who treat open minds like something embarrassing. i’m not here to argue with someone who’s already decided i’m ridiculous. i’m not going to hand over my experiences for dissection. if that’s what you’re looking for, you won’t find it here. i don’t owe clarity to close‑minded people

but if you’re if you’re curious, if some part of you wants to listen — then pull up a chair

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in dove's handwriting,

i’ve loved books and pencils and the smell of stationery since before i could afford any of it. i know what it felt like to trace the edge of a gel pen cap. to read a library book with cracked spines.

drawing, writing — i’m not the best. but i don’t care. i’ve lived through enough kitchen-floor lectures from my mother about pencil shavings and snapped pencils to have earned the right to say i love it anyway.

i love the scratch of pen on paper. the way a blank page looks. the tiny ceremony of picking which notebook deserves the next thought.

if you handed me a pack of color pencils or a set of new fineliners, i’d probably cry. because it reminds me of being 7 and building entire worlds out of dollar-store ballpoints.

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where dove flew,

i was born in syria (on a farm in a small village), then lived in lebanon for a bit, and moved to australia when i was four. those places never really left me. syria and lebanon still live in me, so do the sound of family voices in the distance. family. grief. the corner stores. the stories told through cracked phone calls and old photos.

ethnically, i’m half armenian and half assyrian, but i usually just say armenian because it’s simpler. i don’t speak armenian, wish i did! but i do speak english, arabic and one dialect of aramaic (not that good at aramaic though!)

and oh, olive oil. middle eastern olive oil has me every time. i used to just drink it straight, slurping that thick, peppery gold. nothing else tastes like home quite like that <33 oh how i love and miss my middle eastern home

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miss dove (if you're nasty),

special dedication to my first ever teacher (and my english teacher) . . .

there’s a teacher who’s always in my heart. when i first came to australia and started school at five, i didn’t speak a lick of english, but she was so sweet, so patient. i cried after that first day because i missed her, already grown attached. she brought me books, color pencils, markers, stamps, stickers — little treasures that made this strange new country feel like home.

i love her. she was the only teacher who really got me. she’s still with me, always in my mind. and then there was the redheaded angel of a teacher who would come into the class of 5 year old me and pull me aside to teach me english. also patient and kind, opening doors to words i didn’t yet know how to say <33

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signed: dove , , , xoxo

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[lovelyjuju]

juju x nicho’s bsf is so 🤭🤭🤭 BUT YK WHAT I DREAMT ABOUT?? juju finding your secret tumblr of him 🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨

that'd be my worst fear LMAO

he'd see it from a message popping up on your phone when you're away, maybe showering or just out of the room for whichever reason. and he swears he doesn't want to snoop around, but he's never seen the tumblr app on your phone before.

so when he looks at your phone a little longer in confusion, face id automatically unlocks it and the notification includes not only the words "user xy liked your post" but also his name, he pulls his eyebrows together a little tighter.

checking the door to make sure you're not coming back yet, he quickly taps on the notification. the initial discovery has him confused at first, not fully making sense to him, but once he scrolls through your blog and sees that it's basically just you simping, he'd probably go through as many posts as he can manage before you come back. trying to hide his smug grin, he tosses the phone back to where he remembers you leaving it and tries his best to act normal (but failing miserably). when you look at him in confusion, asking a half-shy "what?", he just goes "nothing, nothing," although his face tells the complete opposite.

if he saw you reblogging a short soft thought or something, bonus points if it's something he's never done before, he'd copy the action just to see your cheeks flush. and when you ask him what he's doing, he just replies "i thought that's what you wanted? 'when will this be me'? rings a bell?"

you open your mouth but before you can reply, he chuckles softly and beats you to it, "why read stuff online when you have the original? you know, if you wanted something, all you had to do was ask."

[joocomics]

why do you always do keeho fanfics and never the other members just say you’re a solo fan holyshit 💀💀 get off p1eceblr I beg

hi!

if you look at my masterlist you’ll see that i’ve written for the rest of the members too, excluding soul and jongseob because my works include mature themes that i personally don’t feel comfortable writing them in due to age difference.

there, you’ll also notice that i’ve written the most for jiung, not keeho.

another thing i’ll mention, because you might have missed it: those keeho fics i assume you’re referring to are Requests - i write what has been requested to me by other people. (it literally says it up there in the post itself if you take a second to read the notes above the fic) i’m happy they’re requesting him a lot cause before this, i had literally two posts about keeho.

but even if they weren’t requests, why would it be a problem? kpop fanfic writers (like other writers) are here on this platform to have fun, and to have fun, they should write ideas that excite them. certain ideas fit certain members. as a writer, sometimes you find yourself really inspired to write a specific member more, because you find traits and such that make them easier to imagine in different scenarios that you’ve been wanting to explore. besides that, there are so many different writers out there! some prefer to write their biases because it makes them feel the most comfortable and inspired, some prefer to stick to specific members because of genre or because they write darker content - that doesn’t make them a solo stan. writers are not machines that can put out equal amount of content for every single member of a group.

in conclusion to your ask, please don’t send ridiculous anonymous messages to blogs you clearly don’t know a thing about. unfortunately for you, i will not get off p1eceblr so might as well block me now. have a great day!

[myjjongie]

happy birthday to the sweetest girl!!!! ily so so much 🙂‍↕️ may you get everything you want in your life 🥰

THANK YOU MY SWEET ANGEL !!!!!! <3

you are just the sweetest ever 😣😣

keeping you in my pocket is something i also want. so lets hope i get that too :3

[strayingawayy]

Even though I’ve never seen you I feel like you’re very beautiful

me? lil ol' me?

[lovelucilfer]

sasuke

You mean my husband and love of my life? 💕 He's tending to the tomatoes right now, do you or itachi need him for something?? 🤭

[meangirlsbway]

send this to ur prettiest dolly moots <333 (no pressure to keep it going mwah)

THANK YOU VEE 💕💗💞💓

[leeechin]

Little lamb is saaauuur good. I think you already sensed the demand for a part two without me having to say it. Love,

tysm! 💓 i was rlly nervous abt writing little lamb and drop it but all the positive feedback and comments from ppl who’ve read it make me feel so happy 😭

and yes i’ve seen all the comments and asks LOL i wasn’t planning on a second part but i’ll see hehehe 🤲

[covetcore]

@abyssaldesire sent: ❝  do you want me to make the others leave?  or we could go,  get some fresh air.   ❞ maiko to karma♡

Everything was too loud... the lights were too bright... and the party she had once found herself so very eager for was now budding into resentment. To make matters worse it was her idea to arrange such a gathering & with her favorite people nonetheless. The crowd consisted of coworkers and friends alike, but right now their faces only blurred into unfamiliar figures with morphed voices. Karmyn could feel it, her knees beginning to tremble and her breathing was becoming shallow. A face she couldn't recognize approached her, but she couldn't understand what they were asking. They were met with an immediate flinch away before she just fled altogether, weaving through the crowd of blurring figures & bee-lining for the safety of her bedroom.                         Breath in...

                                       Breath out...

Knees were drawn to her chest as arms tightly wound around her legs, back pressing to the front of her bed as she just quietly regathered her composure on the floor. Guilt hit her like a tidal wave when her breathing was finally under control. Karmyn knew she should be out there enjoying the party with everyone else & hosting properly, but her mind was refusing. She had half a mind to just lock the bedroom door and keep everyone out, but a familiar voice reached her ears and watery eyes looked up to meet Maiko's as the other walked in.

❝  do you want me to make the others leave?  or we could go,  get some fresh air.   ❞

Karmyn processed a moment, finally relieved that somebody was familiar to her eyes and ears. Her heart rejoiced at the recognition & her loved one was met with a simple shake of her head. ❝ I'd feel absolutely horrible if I sent everyone home because i'm being pathetic. ❞ her voice small, but present. More than she could ask for. Her head tilted further up to give Maiko a small smile. Now a walk outside? That sounded delightful. 

❝ But fresh air sounds amazing. Would you really mind taking a walk with me? I don't want to pull you away from the party. ❞

EMOTIONALLY CHARGED STARTERS.

[souldesired]

❝ you’re coming with me. ❞

"Venturing into becoming bold, are we? I like it, you should be straight forward more often." Despite the serious expression on Charlie's face, he couldn't resist the urge to tease.

"I'll concede, but where are you taking me?"

BLOOD AND DARKNESS STARTERS.

[jasminbound]

“A kiss here. A kiss there... Ah! There’s the smile I’ve been hoping to see!”

"An attack?!" The pout soon gave way to laughter as she felt Maeve's lips press against her cheek. One hand reached out to gently wrap around her partner's waist. A gasp when another kiss could be felt against her forehead. Oh, how the butterflies in her stomach took flight from the loving gesture. She had missed Maeve dearly.

Her other hand then mimicked the first & fingers interlocked to assure they wouldn't be leaving Maeve's waist. "How can I possibly stay upset when you're around? You make it impossible." the mentioned smile only widens as she pulls Maeve in closer before her own lips captured Maeve's passionately.

[fromdove]

guys guys, tumblr is not showing me some of my asks, so if you've sent me an ask & i havent responded to it yet its not bc im ignoring you i pinky promise!!! tumblr is just being a lil shit as per usual!! now, to all the requests in my inbox (that i can see) i swear ill get to them 😭😭 im kind of in a writing slump rn BUT I SWEARRRRRR TO YOU I WILL GET TO THEM I PINKY PROMISE. i love u all my beautiful pookiesnookums. to the moon & back

[thesandsofelsweyr]

We know Jason is forcibly given hallucinogenics in AK: Genesis. Like imagine post torture Jason still dealing with the effects of long term drug use. When he's more stressed than usual or lacking sleep, the hallucinations start again and he can't stop them ;-;

You actually read my mind 😁 I've been rewatching True Detective Season 1, and the main character has chemical flashbacks from neural damage done by psychedelics. So of course I immediately thought of Jason and the drugs Harley gave him.

Imagine having to deal with the flashbacks from trauma combined with chemical flashbacks. And I'm certain these hallucinations feature Joker, taunting him, touching him... Jason even says: "I can still hear him laughing. He's still in my head!" during the boss fight with Batman 😭

Have this line from one of my WIPs where Jason describes the war (between Joker & Bruce) that's constantly raging in his head:

“You don't understand. I hear them—both of them—like angels and devils from those stupid cartoons. They won't leave me alone. It's like... it's like they're at war over my soul, tugging and tugging and tugging. I'm stretched so thin now, I'm so exhausted. I just want... I just want to stop hurting. I want to be free.”