#Rare Dove

[artbyfuji]

calling theo x qrow diamond dove 💎🪶

[theriu]

Tis wooing time once again, a time when the doves are reduced to sharing one (1) single braincell.

[djladydior]

Prince's MPC 🤯😍💜

[stupd000]

Cyril-Do you always look like that

Dove-What

Cyril-Your face is like

Dove-Is this going to be an insult or a compliment

Cyril-I haven’t decided yet

[cconfusedkat]

Paloma, the Goddess of Tranquil and Grain: once a beloved figure, to being the one slain so quickly for refusing to give into War and Violence.

She stood by her people for 1,200 years, reassuring them not to give into the war, to not give into anarchy, and the messy crumbling society of The Old Faith.

Shamura was the one who had slain her. Their siblings could care less about one God who refused to let her people be guided to danger, but this deeply angered them. To prove yourself worthy to your people, you had to fight, to earn their respect.

Alas, Paloma believed the opposite… which was how all this led to her murder.

It wasn't an easy way out, either. Shamura made sure she understood, just as much as her people would entrust them. Bloodshed—a God going against her own word, to keep The Lamb's safe in her land—another obstacle out the way to prove The Prophecy wrong.

She of Tranquil: a Goddess that managed to split her own crown apart by not using its power correctly. To tolerate this set of foolish behavior, to corrupt your own crown rather for it to corrupt you, despicable.

[shipstucks]

Davenep (or Dovenep)!

So I know that mod aqua already posted t4t Davenep, but I had already planned on posting this today. I just have really shitty internet. Anyways this was for both a Davenep and Female Dave and Male Nepeta request. Enjoy!

- Mod John

[thedomesticanthropologist]

The best fanfiction I have read in 10 years, literally.

Please look at the tags very closely, this is not for everyone

I want to personally shout out this fanfic for being one of the most intense, involved, emotionally engaging works of writing I have ever encountered in my life. The reader can easily slip into the shoes of the main character, experiencing each chapter as if they were there as a ghost on their shoulder.

It is the type of work that one devours completely, hours slipping away as you consume it.

This fanfiction also has some incredible works of art made for it as well!

The author of the work is here on tumblr under the username @asterbae

The artist who draws for this fic is also here under the username @littleskrib

[perfectlyoongi]

But what nickname do you think Jimin would use for his s/o? I always thought something like prince/princess or lover but I’m not sure I’m interested what you think

lover is a strong yes !! but i think he would love to call them dove as love as well, maaaaybe sweetheart when he wants to ask for smtg

[soundcrusher]

Got more Hamsterverse stuff @sephirthoughts

I headcanon that Reeve's good at sewing and often makes little outfits for Cait Sith. Now that he has hamsters, who act a lot more human like than expected, guess who also gets little outfits.

Also, Desk Jockey (at this point I might need to give him a name) runs a blog dedicated to Reeve's hamsters. There are a lot of Hamster!Weiss and Hamster!Nero pics, but also Hamster!Cloud. They also tend to up-date Reeve about every funny thing the hamsters do. (He runs into more trouble than the pics are worth while doing so.)

Cutting off here, underneath will be what Reeve and DJ say in the one doodle.

DJ: "Seph strikes me more of a peach guy, than dark navy."

Reeve: "I was going to use peach, but he chewed it up."

[navarice]

bridgerton fans on tumblr save me bc the ppl over on twitter are choosing to be obtuse on purpose…

I’ve never been opposed to being a little shit over content/media we all consume but my god ppl just wake up and decide to be assholes on the internet for no reason. cant say how many people I’ve blocked bc of it 😧

long story short, if you don’t like what the season will offer for any reason at all, please do us a favor and don’t watch it. Please we are begging. Some of us want to get lost in the fake regency and pretty dresses and plenty of fucking. not everything has to be another reason why you think teenagers who write burn books are the literal worst ppl to walk the planet or how you don’t find fat people hot. Both are valid and fine but don’t come into a working kitchen and be surprised people are using the utensils.

[vulpixelates]

my wife bought this shirt and i absolutely adore it but the first word my eyes land on EVERY TIME is cocksucker so i've been calling it the cocksucker shirt and i think that's lovely

[dollfat]

playing a tav/ durge with no persuasion is so rough wyll and astarian (bard) have to constantly order my pickles

[stupd000]

cyril doodle lol

[gaymergirlie]

somewhat nsfw idk im really just complaining

[irawhiti]

truly not getting my hopes up but i might be moving out next month and i'm like. oh my god. please.

[danpuff-ao3]

my year in fic - 2022

Thanks for the tag @broomsticks! I've got a compilation list coming out on 12/31 that will feature all of my 2022 accomplishments, but I hope no one minds if I do another fic spotlight for this year! It's always fun to look back at what I managed in a year!

Tagging: @liladiurne, @writcraft, @perverse-idyll, @necromanticnoir, @ripeteeth, @lizzy0305, @likelightinglass, @givereadersahug, @inarticulateimbecile, @fleetingdesires, @bluesundaycake, @cindle-writes, @onbeinganangel, and uhhhh...anyone who wants to! And no pressure to those I've tagged! Just an invitation to join the funsies, if you like! 💖💛

❄️ January

Partygoers - (Snarry, E, 100.) New Years drabble. Harry wants a kiss.

Partygoers laugh and cheer within the manor, sound muffled by the doors. Harry presses Severus against the balcony railing. Leans in. Severus turns his face away. Harry mouths at his neck instead.

Welcome to the Family - (Lucius/Ron, Hermione/Narcissa, Draco/Sirius, Harry/Snape, M, 4k.) Written for Rare Pair Fest 21/22. Valentine’s Day goes from bad to worse when Draco discovers his parents’ secret relationships.

“Calm down, darling,” Narcissa says. “Listen, my love, listen.” Draco would like to tell her he doesn’t need this sort of coddling, except that he does. “Sometimes, when a man and a woman respect each other very much and are in need of an heir, they marry and perform the…necessary physical requirements to produce a pregnancy.” 

“Isn’t this supposed to go ‘when a man and a woman love each other very much’?” Draco asks.

Narcissa and Lucius share a look. 

A Matter of Time - (Snarry, E, 3k.) Written for Snarry Adopt-a-Prompt. Severus is outed as a spy and grievously injured. Harry doesn’t react well, leading those closest to him to wonder: Just why is Harry so devastated about Severus’ condition?

Now that Harry has witnessed Severus’ vulnerability, he is content to be manhandled into Severus’ arms. Harry winds arms and legs — skinny, but strong — around Severus, and tucks his head into Severus’ neck. And as Severus squeezes him in close, Harry wiggles in even closer. Until Severus is unsure where one ends and the other begins. Until he cannot tell his own heartbeat from Harry’s, his own breath. 

Harry mumbles three words into Severus neck, that Severus pretends not to hear. Instead he presses his mouth to Harry’s head to stifle untamed sentiment. 

9 January 2022 - (Snarry, T, 1k.) Severus turns 62.

Shiny black wrapping paper sits neatly folded on the table. Gold and silver balloons bob over Severus’ head. A stack of sparkly pink candles. Warm, moist spice cake. A cold, snowy day. Silliness and tradition.

And love, a warm glow in Severus’ dark eyes, even as Severus mocks the cake and the mittens and the childish decorations. Harry listens to his eyes, not his words, and he smiles. 

smile with sweet surprise - (Snarry, E, WIP.) Updated with chapter 2. Harry is barely sixteen. Had barely blown out his candle when Severus kissed him.

Severus ducks his head and looks down at his boots. Black boots that trampled over the rainbow path. A bit of purple ribbon curls out from beneath his foot. Severus grinds his boot down into it, then kicks it away.

Never again. He’ll never touch Harry again. 

Severus steps back and draws his wand to clean the mess they made. 

🌹 February

The Alchymist II - (Snarry, Kingco, Snarry/Kingco, E, 4k.) Written for Kinkuary. Sequel to The Alchymist. 2 married couples, 1 hotel room = a lot of fun and a lot of trouble.

Severus is not alone in his jealous nature, but it is his jealousy that has been tested the most. Since their night with Draco, Harry has not strayed beyond casual touches and mild flirtation. Still, it is enough to send Severus up the wall. Every violent, hateful desire in Severus’ soul rises to the surface each time. Wars with his desire, and the pleasure of beauty. And this — Harry touching not one, but two others, is more loathing and arousal than he can stand. 

But Severus has been tested time and again. And he accepted long ago the depths of his own madness where Harry Potter is concerned. 

Obscene - (Snarry, E, 1k.) Written for Kinkuary. Never has Severus been so wet outside of heat. It’s humiliating; obscene.

Severus didn’t dare look him in the eye, that first night, but he glares into them now. He’d rather be bent over the desk. Would rather not see or be seen, but his pride damns him. 

Now he’s cursed by the sight of Potter’s mussed hair and his flushed cheeks. Green eyes darkened by desire. The glint of slick caught in his beard. Mouth reddened and plump. 

He dares not blink. Dares not make a sound. Dares not melt into Potter’s touch the way he so longs to. Severus, too, is controlled. 

🍀 March

Caged - (Snarry, T, 100.) His arms are a cage.

Snape is unforgiving, even in love. His arms are a cage; the only real home Harry has known.

🐣 April

Fool - (Snarry, G, 100.) Tumblr prompt. Prompt: Snarry + "things you said when you thought i was asleep"

"You're a fool," Severus says. The tone is not so harsh or mocking as it might be by day. It is tender, and sad. Another I love you, unspoken.

Yes - (Snarry, T, 100.) Tumblr prompt. Prompt: things you said when we were the happiest we ever were + snarry

"I want that," Harry continues. "I want to be yours." He steps nearer. Severus' heart leaps. "And I want you to be mine."

Black Skies - (Regulus/Severus, Regulus/Sirius, E, 7k.) Written for Blackcest Fest. Sirius won't give Regulus the love he needs, so he seeks it from Severus instead.

Madness runs in the family, it is said. It has always been in Sirius. Flickers of it in his endless enthusiasm. Sparks of it in his eyes, however easy and cool his smile. The edge of madness in his casual cruelty. 

All of his Gryffindor brashness…it is the Black madness at its most evident. The most colorful, wild side to their innate offness. 

Sirius is one of them, however well he hides it, and Regulus cannot help but laugh, though he doesn’t think it very funny. Not funny, but thrilling. 

While Severus’ passion awakened Regulus, Sirius’ madness calls to him, deep and primal. It’s not a good feeling, really, but a familiar one, and Regulus cannot help but reach out for more.

🌼 May

Orange Blossoms - (Snarry, T, 3k.) Written HP Flowers - Spring Round. Also my gift to myself for my birthday. These are foolish times to have hope, and more foolish still to be in love. 

The boy left with less fuss than Severus expected, only to make his move once the sun's disapproving eye set. It is by the moon's mercy Harry leaves love letters in secret languages. Apple blossom and pansy. Fern and foxglove. Myrtle and dahlia. 

Severus brews potions in the evenings, nutritional blends to sustain the flowers that now overrun every available surface of his quarters.

Harry never need know the mark he’s made, the beauty and vibrancy with which he’s colored Severus’ life. He’ll never be allowed one foot inside of Severus’ quarters, and Severus will never reveal his heart. 

Contempt - (Snarry, E, 20k.) Written for Snarry-a-Thon. Also the best thing I've ever written ever. Harry hates Snape, and he always will. (He will, won’t he?)

Harry doesn't remember much from Defense. Not history or theory or even incantations. Instead he remembers the sweep of Snape's robes and the click of his boots. He remembers the position of Snape's fingers around his wand. The precise motion of his wrist. The shape of his lips around every spell. 

He remembers and he hates.

(And wants and hates and wants and hates and wants.)

🥀 September

In My Veins (In My Blood) - (Snarry, Harry/Death Eaters, E, 7k.) Originally meant to be for a fest. Ended up posting on my own when I realized the story I needed to tell wouldn't fit the fest requirements. DEAD DOVE. Voldemort wins the war and rewards the Death Eaters with a prize: Harry Potter. What he doesn't know is that Harry already belongs to one of them.

Fierce green eyes meet gleaming red. Severus dares not breathe. The Dark Lord might do anything; might slip inside his mind and dig up every last secret. He might rip Harry’s mind apart. He’ll turn his wand on Severus then. The light will hardly have gone out of Harry’s eyes by the time Severus joins him in death. 

That would be a mercy, really; a blessing. 

Instead, Harry and the Dark Lord grin at one another, equally unamused. 

Safe - (Snarry, E, 6k.) Updated with chapter 2/final chapter. Dead dove. Harry is sure of a lot of things, until he isn't.

“I’m fine,” Harry says yet again, but he smiles all the same. Turns his head for a kiss that Severus instantly grants. Soft. Tender. Loving. Harry feels like he should be annoyed, but isn’t. 

Maybe he does need soft sometimes. And maybe it’s okay to let Severus take care of him. Maybe it’s okay to not be okay. To need this. Severus is happy enough to provide it. And Harry loves his care as much as he loves his cruelty. 

Free Falling - (Ginmione, T, 200.) Tumblr prompt. Hermione faces her fear of flying to spend time with Ginny.

They’re falling, falling – she’s falling – 

Ginny catches them, pulling out of the dive before they crash into the earth. Hermione burrows her face into Ginny’s neck and huffs out a hysterical giggle. 

🕸️ October

Red All Over - (Gwenevera, E, 1k.) Written for Kinktober. It’s that time of the month. You know. The time for sex. OR: Gwenog & Ginny celebrate the Harpies' latest win the best way they know how.

She is flayed open. Freer than she’s ever been. The world is sharp and bright. All of the secrets of her soul exposed, cradled safely between their bodies. 

Eventually, Gwen suggests a shower, and Ginny huddles closer in response. She isn’t ready to face reality just yet. Isn’t ready to break this fragile perfection. It takes quiet praise and playful teasing to coax her down to earth. But it is Gwen’s deft fingers dancing down her ribs that finishes the job. Ginny yelps and jerks up to slap Gwen’s arm. Gwen only laughs and tugs Ginny back down.

Blue Velvet - (Snarry, Snarryus, 3k.) Written for Kinktober. Snarryus is Harry/Scorpius/Severus btw. Please forgive my undying love for portmanteaus. Scorpius wants Harry. Harry wants Scorpius. All Severus wants is for Harry to be happy (damn him.)

They are priceless luxury. Their radiance calls to Severus’ greed. The heat of his arousal does not touch the cold within. Severus touches himself, and hates himself. 

Stop. Don’t. He should have put an end to this farce before it began. Harry is his, body and soul; it matters not how lovely and lovable his toy is.

Of course Harry wants him. Look at him. One taste will not be enough. But this is as much punishment as gift. Let Harry have his desires, and ruin all they’ve built. Let the blond slut wreck their lives. This is the price of Harry’s covetousness; the price of Severus’ possession. 

Chain Reaction of Countermoves - (Snarry, E, 2k.) Written for Kinktober. Sequel to last year's Kinktober fic Clandestine Meetings & Stolen Stares. Harry’s had enough detentions with Headmaster Snape, hasn’t he? Now he has to meet him after graduation, too? Or: Graduation doesn’t come soon enough, but come it does.

 “You didn’t bring me here for a drink,” Harry tells him, and snatches the bottle as Severus reaches for it. 

“I didn’t bring you here at all,” Severus mutters darkly. 

Harry snorts. A case of semantics won’t distract Harry, not now. Too far he’s come, too long he’s waited. The words that have clogged his throat all year burst forth — for a moment his mouth is overfull, and clumsy, so accustomed to holding back, and so afraid to confess — but the dam finally breaks, and he says, “You know I love you, don’t you?”