#@ letter from a dove

[dottcre]

FYCKING HIS CLONE INFRONT OF HIM not before tying him up, naturally. one of his clones getting slammed up and down your dick as it weeps, tongue out eyes crossed from how good you feel inside him. yanking the clone by his hair and spitting in his mouth, all while glaring at the squirmig, tied up dottore infront of you before going,

" maybe if you werent such a little brat earlier you could've been him. " as the clone shoots another load of cum on his chest, primettore is SEETHING maybe if he Was patient enough to not tease you mid harbingers meeting he Wouldve been in his clones position.

next meeting everyone sees dottore being late to the meeting for the first time ever walking with limp legs 😋😋 yummy

I DIDNT ANSWER THIS ASK YET?!?!?!?!? WHEN THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT FOR 2 WEEKS??? unbelievable. also marking this as a fic because it got so long !!

contains : sub!dottore (both his clone and primettore), fucking his clone in front of him, dacryphilia, begging, typical jealous and possessive dottore, harddom!reader, implied killing out of jealousy, ur dick can be a dick or a strap

dottore was practically feral and seething as he watched your expression contort with pleasure. you glanced at him from time to time, a shit-eating grin on your face as you fucked his clone stupid right before his eyes. “f-fuck!! more please! m-more,” it whimpered, and you laughed. dottore bit his lip harshly to stop the growl that threatened to escape. if he demanded things of you like this, you wouldn’t let him cum for two weeks. he knew it was just to make him mad, and god, it was fucking working. you indulged the clone as you pressed your lips to its, practically shoving your tongue down its throat before flipping it over, slamming it down onto the cold, metal surface of dottore’s work table.

“show this bitch how good you feel, baby,” you cooed, making the clone look at his creator by tugging on his hair harshly. the clone did as it was told, looking up at him through teary, lust-filled eyes. “yea, you do what you’re told, hmm?” you sneered, glaring at dottore. “unlike some impatient brat i know.” you shifted your positions, propping the clone up as he came with a whimper, his cum shooting all over dottore’s chest and mask.

before you could process what happened, dottore had broken the restraints he was put in, and his clone was on the floor, motionless. he’d thrown off his mask too, red eyes glaring into yours. “i’m the only one you’ll fuck,” he spat. “no one else.” with fervor you’ve never seen before, he kissed you, deep, rough and desperate. you moaned as you reached for his blue button up shirt, ripping the buttons open as you shoved him over, though gentler than you did with the clone. you were going to fuck him alright, and you’d be sure that everyone’ll learn that he’s your whore by the end of the night.

the next day, of course, dottore not only slept in but limped as he walked around, yet no one dared to ask what happened to him. well, if it wasn’t apparent enough by the marks on his neck, the whorish moans coming from his room would’ve revealled it anyway.

[blithe-bee]

The very sweet @bakathief sent me not one, but two original drawings and a lovely letter, so I had to share!

[donahdevotees]

the fact that i fell for both of them is 🥺🥺🥺

That is so valid of you they're both awesome!!! And they would love you so so much and spending time with you and going about their daily jobs and breaks being able to see you would make them both so so so happy! 🩷🩷🩷

[ritzy-cervidae]

‘REGRESS’

@a-hazbin-spider ?

SEND ‘REGRESS’ TO MEET MY MUSE AS A CHILD.

Wide fearful hazel eyes stared up at the scary white and pink monster and Alastor quickly hide under a chair in the lobby with a terrified cry, the 5 year old didn't know where he was and everything was scary!!

"Who you?? ya gonna eat me toes??"

@a-hazbin-spider

[noxtivagus]

just thinking abt my wol i love her v much 🤍

[the-travelling-witch]

🎸 uwu

how are you doing btw holly? i’m not active on the server these days hdhdjs but i hope you’re taking care dear <3

taking as much care as always, whether that’s good or bad is… eh well, i‘m doing good though ♡

deviant love- anh ha (aka suzume no tojimari)

favorite t-shirt- jake scott

u- millennium parade from „belle“ (i love this so much, no matter how often i listen to it <3)

tomboy- (g)i-dle (this one‘s in my rotation so often right now)

someone to you- banners

that’s a cute playlist, tomboy being a bit of an outlier here but it’s so good too ♡

let me shuffle 5 songs from my playlist for you

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

It just turned xmas eve and I'm sitting here grinning like a lunatic at how I described Dove's transformation into demon!Dove, specifically because I really like what I headcanon'd about the letters!

In the climax battle scene of DDD, I gave Dove the same runes that Raven glows with in s4, except I Elaborated. I gave them Purpose besides just Look Cool and Ancient. Excerpt below (DDD, ch20).

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And when the merging was complete, Raven couldn’t believe what she saw.

What had he done to her?

She lifted herself from the dust and stood with a stance so powerful, so confident that Raven couldn’t believe it was DOVE under that cloak. The newborn demon stretched, flexing, gathering and astrally caressed the currents of energy – Suddenly she threw the scorched cloak away and revealed an outfit that swept across her curves, skirting her back and shoulders, so provocative it was barely even there; its pieces embraced at her cocked hip and accentuated her battle-ready stance.

So little of that crimson and leathery flesh was hidden, the real Dove would have fled under the covers from embarrassment. But more importantly, more frighteningly, this utterly uncharacteristic outfit revealed messages sewn into her skin like astral battlescars:

Dove was marked with dark scrawls of energy, the epistles burning in activation, scripts to keep his power in her body, runes to channel evil energies ripped from the very cosmos, letters as old as the chaos they channeled were strewn across every inch of her exposed flesh. Warnings on her arm. Triumph flooded down her back. Terms of surrender splashed across her collarbone and met at the four cauterized scars on her chest.

Trigon was gone, sealed within her by the sigil of damnation, and the magic now thriving within her was clamoring for violence - delirious to be unleashed, even as embers of the fading hellfire still lit her skin.

And here was the perfect target.

Dove’s senses, human and preternaturally enhanced, all detected Raven’s presence. She sensed the signs of heightened emotion: Raven’s calm mask was strained. She saw the subtle tension in her shoulders, heard her heart pounding a heavier rhythm than it had a moment ago. She felt the slightest shift of blood flow as Raven’s muscles tensed, preparing for battle at her instinct’s call, and she could feel the air strung tight around her as Raven's powers raged within her, the trained instinct to eliminate the threat, warring with the protectress instinct to not hurt her little sister.

And most satisfying of all, her telepath mind tasted Raven’s fear, an absolute delicacy whether the fear was for herself or her lost sister’s soul.

[gojoroui]

hi soso!! ur blog is adorable it gives clean girl vibes w the grey tones n the images :3

thank u sm dove !! i love ur blog too, its 🔛🔝 <33 (๑¯ω¯๑)

[homunculus-argument]

Random worldbuilding idea: a culture where everyone is a goth, but for perfectly sensible environmental ressons.

Wearing mainly/almost exclusively black clothing because either the dye protects them/the fabric from something in the environment, black clothes are the most convenient ones to maintain, or then a century ago black dye was extremely difficult and/or expensive to produce and only the wealthiest of society could afford it, but now a cheaper dye method has been invented and after a huge trend of Now Everybody Can Wear Black, it just stuck and nobody even remembers why all clothes are dyed black. It's just tradition.

Everyone wears demonia-style platform shoes because the climate is wet and cold, and for most of the year the ground is either muddy or covered in icy slush, so knee-high tall boots are simply the most pragmatic way to keep the rest of your clothes reasonably dry and clean.

Silver and leather jewellery is widespread because the land is rich in metal ore - while the rich can afford to buy/commission delicate silver threads, even the peasants can afford some sort of rough iron chains and studs on their wristbands. Studded leather is more sensible than having metal rings touching skin directly, due to the cold weather. Studs and chains also double as armour and weapons which technically speaking don't count as such, allowing people to circumvent any "can't openly carry weapons during peace time"-laws. Law enforcement could not confiscate someone's bling without causing public riots.

Everyone is about as pale as their natural complexion allows since the climate is cold and dark and the sun does not rise much during the winter. Cold dark winters are also the reason why the culture is so morbid in general - in the heart of the darkest months there's fuck all else to do than write poetry about the moon's silver light and the howls of wolves and the beauty of death, while polishing your iron chains until they shine like silver.

Domesticated ravens are more covenient for messenger birds than doves are, as they're hardier and can manage the climate better. Even if more modern messaging technology has been invented, people prefer sending letters by bird because it's more romantic and poetic. Sending someone a raven message poem about how you'd like to be buried in the same grave together one day is a very standard way of flirting.

[dottcre]

thoughts on breeding malewife dottore who wears nothing but an apron and your fav lingerie with a dildo in him as a surpise for when u come home from work?

—🦉anon

HNGHHH HE’S SOO PRETTY GOD

amab!reader (you have a dick), no gendered pet names

i’m a SUCKER for aprons, dont even ask why. i’m imagining him in one of those cliche, pink and frilly aprons that says “kiss the cook”. it was more than distracting, having to cook your dinner with a dildo in his ass and your dick in his brain. he has to prepare himself, make sure he’s all stretched out for whenever his poor, overworked spouse comes home. though, he’s impatient for you to simply put him in a mating press, cumming and breeding him as many times as you wanted in order to get the stress out your system.

i think being fucked on the counter in the mornings is kind of a guilty pleasure for him. he likes to see your hair messy, face slightly red and sweaty as you leave for work, still thinking of him whining as you pulled him against you. also kind of food play?? but cum on his pancakes, idk. he’d look so lewd, staring into your eyes as he eats them slowly, your cum coating his lips as he does so.

[gothneighbor]

Crying in the club (therapy)

[writtenbymoonflower]

Hi! Can I please request a poly!Marauders x reader where the reader has a secret admirer? The reader is receiving anonymous gifts and letters, making the boys anxious and jealous. If not, it's okay! Thank you, author-san!

omg i love this! thank you so much, baby, hope this is okay! gn!reader x poly!marauders

cw: jealousy and possessiveness, borderline harassment and stalking, hickey

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You groaned loudly when you opened the front door only to be greeted by yet another bouquet of flowers. You begrudgingly brought the arrangement into the house, setting it on the countertop. 

"Again? That’s like the third this week, and it’s only Wednesday." Sirius said, exasperated and (almost) as annoyed as you. 

"Fifth, actually." You hated that you were complaining, you knew you were technically very lucky to receive all these gifts, it was just distressing. And to be frank, getting very old.

"Christ, this person is thirsty." Sirius’ voice was strained, clearly more anxious than he was wanting to let on. 

"At least it seems they don’t have much of a chance, anyone worth their salt knows that you hate roses, angel." James said, between mouthfuls of his sandwich. 

"I know," You cringed. "Who should I give these to this time? Lily has enough flowers to open a shop" You rolled your eyes. "Speaking of," You reached into your work bag and pulled out two boxes. "There were chocolates at my work when I got there yesterday, and a pair of earrings on monday." You walked over to where Remus and Sirius were cuddled on the couch. 

“Geez, dove. Are we gonna have to step up our game?” Remus said, voice tinged with jealousy. 

"No, this person needs to step down. Or at least give me a return address or something. All the notes say is ‘from someone who appreciates you, xx.’ It’s actually kind of distressing." You handed the smaller box of earrings to Sirius, "Are these your style, honey?" 

"What? You don’t want them?" He sounded surprised. Of course you didn’t! Why would you need presents from a random person when you have three boys who give you all the love you could ever need? (and in the way you like it)

"No, I would feel weird wearing them." You cringed, handing the larger box to Remus. "You can have these, I don’t even like cherry chocolate." Remus took the box like it was filled with poison, a disgusted tilt to his lips, just as Sirius dramatically dropped the jewelry box onto the coffee table. 

"I don’t know whose grubby paws have been on this box." He sneered. You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, looking over to James who was still in the kitchen. He had set his sandwich down and was looking like a kicked puppy. It made your heart crack.

"Jamie, what’s wrong baby? Come here." You beckoned him over. He rushed to your side, placing his hand protectively on your shoulder and gripping you tight. You looked at your other two boyfriends, Remus’ jaw was clenched tight and Srius was still looking at the box and scowling. 

"I jus’ don’t like it." James said from your side, his voice was small like a child's. 

"Wait, hold on," You said, "Are you all actually worried about this?"

"Define ‘worried’ lovely," Remus said, his voice an awful mix of venomous and depressed. “I don’t think any of us like knowing there’s someone out there fighting for your affections.” His eyes had an angry glint to them. 

“Guys,” You said, your heart only breaking further. “You have nothing to be worried about, okay?” James’ grip tightened on you. “There is absolutely no competition here, I’m not even giving these the time of day. I don’t want anything to do with the gifts or the person sending them.” 

“But you would if we weren’t in the picture.” Sirius said quietly, all too insecure for your liking. You wormed your way out of James’ grasp, resulting in a whine being pulled from his throat, to crouch in front of Sirius. You grabbed his pretty face in your hands, looking into his sad eyes. 

“No, I wouldn’t. I’m not impressed by these gifts.” You took a deep breath, not wanting to confess the next part and worry your boyfriends worse. “They actually kind of scare me.” You admitted, making all their eyes snap to you. 

“Scared? Of what, darlin’?” James piped up. 

“I just,” You cringed. “I don’t like knowing that there is someone this obsessed with me and I don’t know who they are. And that they know where I live and where I work. I mean, who knows how much they know?” 

“Well now I feel like an arse.” Sirius grabbed you from the floor and hauled you onto the couch with him and Remus, wrapping himself tightly around you. “Here I was thinking this person was gonna get you away from us, not knowing they were worrying you.” 

“You’re not, I promise!” You reassured. “Honestly, if there was someone doing all this for you three I would be really jealous too.” You placed a hand on two of your boyfriends’ thighs, looking over at James, who was still sulking, now sitting on the coffee table in front of you. “But I can assure you, even if I found out who this person was, they, and no one else, would be able to take me from you three. You aren’t getting rid of me that easy. Besides, I don’t like stalkers.” You joked. 

Remus pulled you closer to him, gentle but still much more aggressive than usual. Your other two boyfriends had settled, but he was still heated. 

“Remmy,” You turned to face him. “I promise, you have nothing to worry about.” 

“I know,” He grunted, burying his face into your neck. You wanted to shrink at the ticklish feeling but you allowed him to stay there, knowing he needed it. Remus had a jealous streak, perhaps the most of all your boyfriends. James and Sirius were more subtle in their protectiveness, but Remus started marking you all like a wolf anytime someone let their gaze linger too long. You buried your fingers in his hair and scratched his scalp, trying to relax him. 

“As soon as I find out who this is I will get them to stop, I promise.” You said vehemently. You looked guiltily at all your boyfriends, “I’m sorry this is happening, it isn’t fair to you all.” 

“It’s not your fault, dolly.” Sirius placed his hand on your back. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, you aren’t asking for this.” You were about to hug him, but Remus held fast around your waist, you started to protest, but you felt Remus’ lips latch to a spot on your neck, nibbling and sucking hard enough to sting, but not hurt. The sound you let out was half giggle and half moan.

“Christ, Moons!” James barked, “You trying to brand them or something?” The three of you started giggling like children. Remus released your skin from his teeth, observing the red and purple splotch that was left in his wake. 

“Gotta make sure they know what’s mine.” He said, possessively. “Don’t worry," His eyes glinted furiously at your two other boyfriends, "you two are next.” 

[donahdevotees]

I need to talk about this screenshot of my fiancée aaaaaaaaaaa she's so pretty I need to kiss her immediately aaaaaaaaaa <- very gay

~ @botanists-little-cookie

Her design is very cool!! And you absolutely should kiss her immediately she wants you to!!! And she wants to kiss you too, I bet she thinks about kissing you all the time and wants to keep kissing you forever!!! She probably gets distracted thinking about the kisses you have shared and how much she loves you and everytime you're apart she can't wait until she can see you again!! 🩷🩷🩷

[mondaymelon]

— 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 "𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲". ♥

:feat~ xiao, kazuha, wanderer x gn!reader:

⤷ cw: fluff. that's just about it

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open!) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu, @achlysis

“Love, where are you?”

XIAO appears almost instantly by your side, albeit looking the slightest confused - his puzzlement written all over his face as he glances at you with his gilded gaze. “I told you to call my name if you needed me, so why are you…”

You beam at his response, suddenly throwing your arms around him, to which he hesitates, then returns your embrace. “Because you’re the one I love, silly!” Leaning forward, you give the adeptus a light peck on the cheek, withdrawing as fast as you advanced.

Touching a gloved hand to his flushed face, the male stays silent for the count of three before speaking once more, “...You’re really so embarrassing at times…”

“Aw, you didn’t want me to call you that…?” Figure slumping, you pout, giving him sad eyes.

“...N-No, that’s… not what I meant.” Of course he can’t refuse you when you’re looking at him with such a sparkling, innocent adoration glowing in your eyes.

“So I can call you that, then?”

This earns you a long sigh from the stoic man, but his expression shows no exasperation. “Must all you mortals be so trivial?”

“Ah, just give me an answer…”

Has he been waiting for this moment? Perhaps he has, for now Xiao leans forward and returns your kiss from before with one of his own, the lightest smile gracing his lips.

“...Do whatever you’d like, love.” ♥

“Love, what are you up to?”

It takes KAZUHA a ten second pause to respond, glancing up from the book he’s reading in the dim lamplight of the Crux residencies. “...Me?” The way he’s blinking so rapidly is almost humorous.

“Who else?” You smile playfully at him, shifting closer to his tensed figure to get a peek over his shoulder, trying to glance at what he’s reading so diligently. “Of course I mean you, love.”

It’s hard not to tease him when his expression is so flustered. He’s quite the calm man, but this once, your antics have managed to catch him off guard.

It takes another moment for the male to meet your gaze, but when he does, his crimson eyes sparkle as red dusts his cheeks. “Haha, you really do always catch me by surprise, don’t you? It’d do me well to fetch myself a piece of paper and a pen now… I’m sure I wouldn’t want to forget this moment.” 

Setting down his book next to him, he leans into your body, smiling at your warmth. Moments like these are bliss, where no words are shared, yet the two of you reside comfortably in each other’s presence.

When he quietly glances up at you, the shimmering affection in his eyes is startlingly apparent. 

“That’s what I love about you, dove.”  ♥

“Love, c’mon, look at me…”

And just like that, your words have drawn WANDERER in once more. His expression is enraged, that’s for sure, but the slight flush on his cheeks, almost hidden by his hair, is undeniable.

“Wh-” He pauses, whipping around, eyes wide. “What do you think you’re doing, calling me by such… frivolous titles…!” Strange, why is he acting like you’ve committed some sort of grave offense?

“Hm? But love, what’s wrong?” You smile, practically beaming as the anger on his face only grows more apparent.

“Oh- You- You know exactly what you’re doing, aren’t you? Listen here…” And just like that, his stuttering tone shifts. Suddenly his gaze is cold as it's now trained on you. “Who do you think you are, to assume that you are to call me such names?”

Perhaps you know, or perhaps you don’t. Names carry an obscure value to the male, one that he can’t even begin to unravel. After all, he is one of many names as well… Kunizukushi, Scaramouche… and now, Wanderer. Each of those titles that seem to shape just who he is, molding his identity with each letter.

So for you to call him that word so carefreely…

He’s not exactly sure how it feels, but there’s a knot in his chest, right where his heart would be.

“…Sorry.” You sheepishly sigh. “That was unbecoming. I didn’t realize you’d be so… sorry.”

Ah, look what he’s done. Now you’re apologizing for his problem. And before he knows it, the words slip through his mouth, true to the feeling that’s beginning to overwhelm him.

“No, don’t apologize.”

“Just… tell me, how should I be feeling right now?”

“It’s hard to think, and for some reason, my face is all red…” ♥

(a/n) not scara being the only one who doesn't call you a name back 💀

[ritzy-cervidae]

“Did you do this?”

@a-hazbin-spider ?

SPOOKY LIMINAL SPACE INSPIRED STARTERS

Ankle deep water and cool white tile surround them with how much they had looked around it was clear that the area they were in was a sort of maze like pool building with no clear way out. Alastor looks at Angel with a displeased grin and a shrug. "Unfortunately not ma fleur d'araignée.... this is not my doing."

[texasradiorp]

Redoing tags

After dark: NSFW

It’s you/it’s you/its all for you/everything I do/I tell you all the time/heaven is a place on Earth with you//Paris/Tori

I am drowning/there is no sign of land/you are coming down with me/hand in unloveable hand//Lilly/Schlatt

I told you twice in our love letter/there’s no stopping now/green lights forever//Paris/Gladstone

We were both young when I first saw you/I close my eyes and the flashback starts//Paris/Karkat

Did you get enough love/my little dove/why do you cry/and I’m sorry I left/but it was for the best//Paris/Zero Two

And all I can taste is this moment/and I can breathe is your life//Paris/Loid

Set my alarm/turn on my charm/that’s because I’m a good old fashioned lover boy//Gladstone Gander

All you have is your fire/and the place you need to reach/don’t you ever take your demons/but always keep them on a leash//Paris Catt

I am the righteous hand of god/and the devil that you forgot//Tori Larson

With a thousand lies/and a good disguise/hit ‘em right between the eyes/hit ‘em right between the eyes//Karkat Vantas

Baby when you close your eyes/I know who you pretend I am/I know who you pretend I am/why not me?//Zero Two

All the lonely people/where do they all come from/all the lonely people/where do they all belong//Loid Forger

You got designer shades just to hide your face/and you wear em around like you’re cooler than me//Dave Strider

Don’t do love/don’t do friends/I’m only after success//Dirk Strider

No tears/no fears/no ruined years/no clocks/she’s a 20th century fox//Rachel Adley

She’s a killer Queen/gun powder/gelatins/dynamite with a laser beam//Vriska Serket

It goes all my troubles on a burning pile/all lit up and I start to smile//Tord Larson

Scary my god you’re divine/gimme them/gimme them dope and diamonds//Lilly Schlatt

My old man/he’s a bad man/but he’s got a soul as thick as blood red jam//J Schlatt