#lovey dove

[sunnyaliceart]

Minovember: First Meeting + Side Character

To quote my first playthrough: Hello~ It's me! You're new Best Friend~!"

I love these crazy characters

[laughingmango]

Treat for dearest @azurefishnets, as part of @fyeahghosttrick's Ghost Swap! Jowd & the Prof, new timeline...

[ecoamerica]

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[howcanisaveafallenangel]

i hope she's miserable still. and yet i find myself wondering how she's doing, and if she's still alive, if she's even a she anymore. did she make it out of that situation? did she ever know how much i loved her? did she understand my intentions were true, and i wouldve stayed by her side forever? and yet here i am still crying about a girl who probably doesnt remember i existed. i hope she's miserable still.

[the0maski]

Only because of this panel:

Warriors: That’s the prettiest little shackle I’ve ever seen!

Time: shackle? haha

I strongly believe that Time doesn’t get those "Boomer" jokes. Yes, he is the old man of the chain, but he is acutely 30-35 years old which is still young (trauma aged him like milk mentally). Yet he would absolutely not understand even one of those hate-my-wife and marriage-bad jokes.

He is so in love that, he will do the math on those takes. In his head he is just trying to understand why that is funny. He would feel bad for the wives, but they would also tell similar things that are equally as bad.

His thoughts are just: Why does everyone see marriage as the end of life? Why are they cut from freedom? He comes to this bar every night, so where…? I never knew that happiness exists in such a way without her! I would give everything to spend more time with Malon!

He would not get along with these people, but he sometimes needs to talk to them.

Warriors is another story. If both talked about it, I’m sure Time would understand where the other is coming from. After being harassed and objectified from someone that claimed to "love" you, it’s obvious Warriors would see marriage and or, even getting into a relationship as the end of his world and freedom. They are both adults and can come to a compromise.

(I think that Jojo also mentioned that Warriors and his Zelda relationship was or is complicated because of all that happened to him)

[hg-deranged-edition]

My contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! @akichania YOU ARE NEXT.

(WARNING FOR SUICIDAL IDEATION)

———

He lay across from him, fast asleep at night. Eyes fluttering gently in his sleep, off in a dream Steve would never hear about. Chest rising steadily, breaths deep and even, with the lightest hint of a snore accompanying him. Steve couldn’t help himself, he extended his hand and lightly cupped his cheek, to feel it’s warmth. Hot, as Billy usually was during his slumber.

Ever the light sleeper, Billy’s eyes instantly snapped open, mind lagging behind. When recognition flashed across his face, his eyes softened and his lips curled into the slightest smile. Steve’s heart swelled at the love he found inside them, the vulnerability he found within both assuring and terrifying. Steve knew he couldn’t really help when Billy was in trouble.

Billy murmured a sound that was probably meant to be questioning, and Steve just hushed him, trying to coax him back to sleep. Maybe curl him up into his arms so that Billy couldn’t leave. Billy just grasped his hand and held onto it, terribly, terribly gentle. Affection Steve didn’t quite deserve or earn.

With great effort, Billy’s tired mind managed to collect enough coherence to ask “’Was wrong?” and Steve cursed himself for not being able to get himself together enough to save face in front of Billy.

He hadn’t been sleeping.

Couldn’t, really.

“I’m just,” he began, “I don’t. I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m just kinda upset.” Billy’s hand tightened ever so slightly, brow twitching together in worry. He was quiet for a moment before muttering “You’re not ‘just upset.’ You never are.” he paused, looking deeply into his eyes, and Steve found it horrible that Billy knew him so intimately when he didn’t deserve someone so… well, whatever Steven is.

Incapable. Is probably the word he’s looking for.

“You don’t gotta tell me,” Billy began anew, “but you have to know I care, right? So like, I can listen to you, even if it doesn’t make sense, and only you know what you’re talkin’ about. Gotta repay the favor and everything, right?” Steve nodded, not quite trusting himself to talk. He found the way Billy looked at him unbearable; so imploring and kind. Defenceless. It’s a beauty that suited his face, really. Billy laid their hands betwixt them on the mattress, and Steve felt a lump form in his throat.

He wanted to get closer so bad. He wasn’t quite sure he could do that without crumbling.

Despite himself, Steve felt himself speak.

“I. I’m just, I’m so sorry, fuck, Billy. I’m fuckin- dumb as shit, slow and I can’t even see what’s right in front of me, and I can’t even take care of myself.”

Billy’s face saddened, and he crawled closer to Steve. “Steven. Steve no, don’t say that, baby. You know you’re not stupid, we’ve talked about this before.” Steve hiccuped at that, and his first tear fell. “No, no I’m just. I can’t help but feel it. Dad’s right, I’m fuckin stupid as shit, I can’t do shit and I can’t even get college. I don’t understand things even if they’re repeated to me a thousand times and I- I can’t even-” at that, Billy just smushed Steve’s face into his chest, and held onto him tightly. “I don’t know what you’re on about. Your dads the dumbass, not you. It’s not your fault the man can’t explain things right and then gets mad at you for his own mistakes.” Billy pressed a kiss atop his head.

Steve just weeped at that, because Billy didn’t understand. Steve’s failure was Billy.

He completely, and utterly, failed him. Didn’t recognize that Billy needed help until it was far too late- his body having received permanent damage already and only awaiting it’s final blow. He should have noticed- should have realized that something was wrong, not clutched on so tightly to his and Nancy’s joke of a relationship. Should have gotten his head out of his ass and seen the reality in front him instead of being so damn hung up.

Because Billy was dead now. And Steve would never get him back, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he turned the past over in his mind.

Billy was still shushing him, arms crushing him as he only wailed harder. Couldn’t seem to be able to stop himself from crying, either, judging by the wetness seeping into Steve’s hair.

“I don’t understand,” he whispered, “baby, why are you acting this way?” His hand was petting through Steve’s hair, a thousand gentle, repeated kisses gifted like they could ease the hurt away. Steve’s head hurt from crying, the sheer force of his sobs giving him vertigo. The last time he cried that hard was a week into the future, and for this past body, it was when he was 9 years old and begging his parents to stay back home.

Eventually, Steve managed to calm back down. Belatedly he noticed that Billy had been patting his back and murmuring a lullaby. One he realized was probably among the last few remnants of his mother’s love. “Thank you,” he muttered, “for everything.” His throat was hoarse. Billy just kept singing with a slightly pained look on his face. He closed his eyes and feigned sleep.

---

When Billy’s breaths evened out and his arms loosened, Steve opened his eyes again listlessly. And did nothing. For hours.

He was tired. So fucking tired. From crying, from watching but too afraid to really touch. He was promised an eternity with his love. He couldn’t wait for it to be over.

---

He felt himself begin to slip away, eyes unfocusing through their drought. He’d probably wake up again in a moment, beholding a sleeping Billy from the start all over again. Maybe he’d be too exhausted to keep up any facade of humanity, maybe Billy would curl into him and he’d shatter all over again. Maybe he’d just observe. Silent.

In the beginning, he’d really thought he only wanted this, this last moment with Billy, for all eternity. Now he understands that this stagnant memory was never what he truly wanted from Billy. Sure, he’d wanted one last embrace with the love of his life, not for closure, though. No, never for closure. The mere thought of it repulsed him.

No, he wanted to continue on with Billy. He’d only made a pathetic display of humility, a request born from fallacy. He wanted to wake up together, light streaming from the curtains, feel the warmth of morning. Wanted to get up and bake and make coffee and crack shitty jokes with the guy. Wanted to tangle his hand in his hair and feel disgust when it came back greasy. Wanted to live a life with the fucker.

This wasn’t a life shared together. It was anything but. It was a mockery of their love, the epitome of their shared fatal flaw. It was Billy desparate for Steve to open up, to tell him what’s wrong, and Steve’s throat closing up, locking down. It was Steve getting exhausted from asking where Billy got all his bruises from, only to be met with aggression. It was Billy being on the verge of crying when Steve still held onto the agony from his last relationship and couldn’t focus on Billy’s love.

And, a few days into the future, it would be Steve not recognizing that Billy was acting wrong. That his cold demeanor was caused by more than just a petty argument.

This, this situation, was sleeping with a cooling corpse. Getting lulled back into sleep every time panic ripped through his central nervous system. Being mocked with the face of his lover caring for him, when his own care wasn’t sufficient enough. By god, he should have picked Billy up long ago, thrown him onto the backseat and driven far, far away from here. To hell with everyone else.

But it was too late now, sin rooted too deep into his foundations. This was all he had left.

He sunk his fingers deeper into Billy’s, lashes fluttering lethargically. He should be grateful. Death doesn’t feel so permanent when the star of the funeral was right next to him. Most people yearned for this moment right here, no matter how grotesque.

Still, he couldn’t wait to be dead.

Feeling Billy’s pulse thudding against his skin, Steve sunk back into sleep, hoping to dream of tomorrow before he woke up again.

[eevech]

Mo: blushing and embarrassed, rethinking his decisions.

He Tian: on cloud nine.

The girl in the back:

[an1muuarts]

gt swap au

im still a newbie in character design, so criticisms and suggestions are welcome

[qtubbo]

Oh to imagine a bagina date where they take care of em together and tina gets to see bagi be a mom with their kid.

[summerblademoontime]

this is gonna be me tomorrow istg

That One Person: OMG guess what day it is today hehehehehehehehe!!!!!

me: Garbage day.

them: what-

me: lab day?

them: no, it's-

me: the test that's today? Yeah I studied

them: wait a test-? Nevermind, it's-

me: the presentations? We did that last week though-

them: no, no, it's-

me: OHHHH! I get it, it's national ferris wheel day!! Yeah, I forgot!

them: no, like with yknow, chocolates and-

me: NATIONAL CREAM-FILLED CHOCOLATES DAY! Oh thank you, I forgot that one!!!

them: NO ITS VALENTINES

me: oh yeah the couples holiday with on-sale chocolate. Just say so- It was already sort of implied with the pink and hearts and red and all that.

[alto-tenure]

It's less obvious on the DS version than it is in HD, but I'm pretty sure Lovey-Dove isn't sitting on anything? She could be sitting on top of the little wooden shelf, but I don't think there's enough of a ledge there for her to be sitting on top of. Let me know what you think!

[ailius-suffers-through-art]

whoops I've been dead... anyways

Professor Layton content in this day and age??!?!?!

Perhaps a new animatic is on the horizon. If i can motivate myself to make it....

[cloudyfenrir]

"Oh, Valentines is today. Huh. Oh well."

[howcanisaveafallenangel]

melodramatic.

[mwolf0epsilon]

A mini art collab between myself and @bogboye , where he drew this wonderful drawing of Hondo and Dogma dancing and I coloured it in for him!

This is a very very silly ship, but I can't help but find it strangely wholesome. Dang it Ohnaka, you win yet again...

[siverwrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cabanela & Pigeon Man (Ghost Trick) Characters: Cabanela (Ghost Trick), Pigeon Man (Ghost Trick), Lovey-Dove (Ghost Trick) Summary: The Pigeon Man is still learning some of the ways of a Cabanela in this newly budding friendship

My Candy Hearts Exchange gift for @laughingmango!

[slythrndove]

this 🤏 tiny