#dove at heart

[doveatheart]

A Toast~

Alastor x g!n Reader

A/n: Yayyyyyy. I have so much drama coming.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, mention of Drugs, mentions of death

Part one Part two Part three *already here!*

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To your surprise, Charlie is very welcoming. Which is a nice change from all the bitches in hell. “Okay (Y/N), this is your room. If you need anything don’t hesitate to call me. The library is one floor down, breakfast is at 8:00 AM but the kitchen is open at all times. Okay byeeeeeee.” Charlie explained. She then hopped down the hall. Okay… You take the key she handed you, and fumble to unlock the door. When you finally did, it was red.

“Ugh. This is appalling.” You said disgusted.

You snapped your fingers and changed the red scheme to (F/C).

“Ahhh. Much better.” You say sighing and flopping down on your bed.

“Glad you like it dear.” You jumped. “Haha. How jumpy you are darling.”

“Fuck Alastor. You scared me.” You said standing up.

Sure, he intimidated you, and yes, he scared the life out of you, but you didn’t say anything more to get on his bad side. We do not want to anger the crazy cannibal today folks.

“My dear I’m here to see if your accommodations fit your preference, but I see you’ve already taken that into your own hands.” He said twirling his staff. “I must say my dear, even though I do not care for such a color, you have made it look stunning.” He looked around with a fake smile, taking in every detail.

“Thank you Alastor.” You say happily. “Red is not my color I must admit, and I see (f/c) much more pleasing.”

“And I do not blame you, Cher. Oh how forgetful I am, Charlie needs some assistance downstairs. I won’t keep you from her.” And with that, he poofed. You blinked, trying to take in what just happened.

Why did he come in here. Man, for being a gentleman, he doesn’t care to knock much does he…

You snap yourself downstairs. Charlie obviously didn’t expect you to do that and she jumped.

“Oh (Y/N)! I need to talk to you about our contract.” Charlie exclaimed, wiping away her confused face for an excited one.

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You just finished the contract with Charlie. It stated that you may work and protect the hotel but leave the cause whenever you please. Pretty simple. You sighed and stood up from the chair, a small grunt emitting your lips because you were sitting to long. You looked out the intricate stained glass windows into the dark red sky. You could only assume it was night time.

“Charlotte, I must retreat to my bedroom for the evening. Though it was lovely spending time with you and Vaggie.” You politely excused yourself and walked out of the room into the lobby.

In the lobby sat Angel, Husk, and surprisingly Alastor at the bar. Nifty was somewhat close, running around with a knife. You laughed at the neat freak though you loved her so much.

“Ah, heya (N/N)! Why not come have’a drink with us!” Angel then beckoned you over. You smiled and walked over. When you arrived at the bar, Husk gave a grunt and Alastor looked up from his glass with a lost expression.

Shit, he looks scary when he’s not smiling. You curse to yourself and sit down next to the red deer.

“(Y/N). Lovely to see you, dear.” Alastor says. He lifts the drink to his lips and takes a sip. You turn to Husk. “(F/D) please, Kitty.” You ask. You then focus your attention on Angel and the conversation he’s having.

“And then he says, ‘Now you have to come in the whole week and work double time’! What an asshole.” Angel then mumbles every curse word in the book.

You turn your head when you hear the clink of your drink hitting the counter lightly. You mumble a thanks to Husk. You take a hesitant sip, savoring the taste. You hum happily. You never drank much (down here) but when you did, oh did it taste good! You continue to eavesdrop on the conversation between the spider and the bartender, making comments every now and then.

“I have something nagging in the back of my head dear, if you’ll allow me to ask?” Alastor turned getting bored of Angels constant talking.

“I will answer it to the best of my ability.” You took a sip of your drink and directed your attention to the deer.

“Why are you hiding your powers?” He asked bluntly.

You almost spit out your drink. You gulped your beverage and looked at him. He had a smug smile, obviously entertained by your reaction.

You coughed. “Whatever do you mean Alastor?” You asked, playing dumb.

“I’m sure you know what I’m talking about perfectly, Dear.” He is gaze went forward, then dropped to his drink.

You sighed. “I- I don’t want to scare Charlie. I mean, I love when people cower in fear when I’m around, but the poor girl would be heartbroken about what I’ve done and what I can do.”

“Interesting, one more question, Darling.” He looked to you for approval.

You nodded and finished off your drink.

“What did you do to get down here.” He asked, his voice laced with intrigue.

“HEY EVERYONE!” You heard Charlie yell from the couch. “HOTEL MEETING!”

Everyone at the bar walked over. You took a seat on a surprisingly comfy armchair.

“Okay everyone, since (Y/N) has joined the hotel staff I was think we could do a get to know each other. Saying how we all died. Angel you go first.” Charlie babbled.

“Drug overdose.” Angel said pulling out his phone, detaching from the conversation.

“Husk?”

“Murdered.” Husk grumbled.

“Alastor?” Charlie continues.

“No thanks, Princess.” He said dismissing her.

“Uhhhhh, that’s okay Alastor. (Y/N)?” Charlie turns to you, and everyone follows.

“Poisoned by my Ex.” You say, your voice dripping with poison by mentioning that back stabber.

“Oh- I’m sorry (Y/N). That must be hard.” Charlie says taking your hands in hers.

“Damn toots.” Angel says putting down his phone.

Everyone looks at you with pity. You despise being seen as weak and vulnerable. You HATE it.

“How did you end up here?” Angel asked.

“Is it not obvious?” You said pointing to your cane. Then It clicked.

“How many people did you kill?” Angel asks further.

“Uhm- just a sec…” you pause. You killed a lot of people. “Maybe… 500?” Charlie gasped.

“Shit.” Angel says

You turn your body to Charlie.

“I told you, I don’t deserve to be reedemed. I killed for fun, for the rush. I killed innocent people.”

“How old were you when you died again?” Husk grumbles.

“Almost thirty.” You say.

“You were badass!” Angel says.

“Did you know any bad boys?” Nifty suddenly pops up behind you. “I like bad boys…” Nifty cackles.

“Sorry Nifty. I got to them first.” You say. Nifty then hops off uninterested. You chuckle.

“I think it’s time for me to retire to my bedroom. Goodnight everyone.” You sit up and turn to exit.

“ Night!” They reply back.

This will be one interesting experience…

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A/n- Ahhhhh it’s done! Dang, you are badass though. I’ll try to continue as fast as I can but I also have my Wattpad story. If you wanna check it out then click here . Thank you!

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[fence-time]

Hermits and birbs…

[lotussgrl]

antique cherubine with doves heart locket

[darksilvania]

COORIER (Flying/Psychic) - The Messenger Pokemon

Decided to finish this one for Valentine's Day, but got it ready too early so I decided to post it anyways, maybe I will make something new for Valentine.

COORIER is based on the Luzon Bleeding-Heart (Gallicolumba luzonica) mixed with a Mailman/Delivery Courier

It has the ability Overcoat as a reference to the phrase “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds” often associated with the postal office

[gingermaple]

my grian/bleeding heart design for the hgcz roleswap au

because grian refuses to change his uniform (unlike scar who changes his costume with every appearance), scar compromises by making grian wear some form of hat/accessory to match whatever outfit he's wearing that day

[fexjam]

Medic headcanons💉

[leoisbabygirl]

Deja vu, anyone?

[konigsblog]

demon!könig and religious!reader

cw: religious themes, demons, dark content, non-con/dub-con, choking. dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+

you're awoken to the agonizing feeling of your cunt stretched out around something wide, heavy and lengthy, prodding against your cervix, all their weight leaned down onto you. immediately, you gasp and choke out sobs of discomfort, mortification and fear — realising the state you're in.

your eyes are wide with terror and horror as you turn your head over your shoulder, gazing at the sight behind you through blurry eyes, caused by the tears forming in your waterline and spilling down your burning cheeks.

the sharpness of his nails against your bare, soft skin leaves crimson, ruby blood running down your skin, with one claw over your mouth, in an attempt to silence you. you know where your rosary lays, but so does he, and he makes sure that you have no way of freeing yourself from the torture.

the painful stretch between your thighs leaves you weeping pathetically, with your cunny swelling around the force and impact of his large, leaking dick. it's beyond agonizing, with tears pooling in your eyes from the pure agony of it all. the feeling of something being wrapped around your neck, restricting your breathing with a scarred and clawed hand. the tightness of his grasp and the feeling of burning and aching between your soft thighs from the ruthless and merciless thrusts leave you light-headed, unable to make out a coherent sentence as you're fucked into stupidity.

it's könig's goal to corrupt your mind, so that you're sinful and evil, a devilish version of yourself.

you feel as he flips himself around so that he's laying on your bed, and you're laying atop of him. your hips are pushed and angled skywards, to give the demon easy access as he controls and torments you. the scratching of his sharp, long claws against your entire body leaves you squirming, and the way he chants evil and ungodly verses into your ear, until you're nearly unconscious with the throbbing and pulsating sensation, feeling as könig thrusts deep into you, his attempts at mating with a human successful, as his potent load fills your aroused hole.

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buttonsssss 😭😭😭🕊️🕊️🕊️

[simplified-birds]

Simplified birds #3 - luzon bleeding-heart dove

( Requsted by @bi-pan-whiteout )

[doveatheart]

Eeeeeee!

Look!

New profile pic!

((It made w/ Canva))

[seathernycolors]

pigeon posting

[rotten-apple-stims]

(self indulgent) Medic board with medical, heart and dove stims

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Proship / Comship / RPF Do Not Interact Please !

[oldmanffucker]

'Do not pick up the telephone' - Ted Hughes / Amber's note / 'The Wake' - Rita Dove / Wilson's Heart

[necrotic-nephilim]

i personally have very complicated feelings on the Gotham Knights video game and the routes it takes with characterization. i think it has a charm to it and it goes in an interesting direction with everyone (especially within the confides of the plot of the game) but it does have certain moments that veer painfully fanon for me. (such as: the dialogue where Tim drinks too much coffee) it's an interesting story for what it is but i don't view it comics-based for characterization and therefore don't care to interact with it much for like. fanfic purposes.

that *said* though. i do have to give the game some kind of credit for giving one of the top five JayTim moments that lives rent free in my mind. every since i played the game, the cutscene lives in my mind daily. it's the specific cutscene where Jason and Tim are arguing about whether or not Jason's non-lethal bullets are too dangerous for the field, and the argument leads to TIm *standing in front of the target* Jason is shooting and telling Jason to shoot him. it lives rent free for me. i never stop thinking about this.

the absolute certainty Tim has that he is in no danger standing in front of Jason, who has a loaded gun pointed at his face. the way Jason *hesitates* for just a moment before lowering the gun. he thinks about it for just a second. Gotham Knights JayTim seem to get along very well and can rely on each other, but Jason still clearly holds a bitterness about his death and Tim that flickers through in some lines of dialogue under the guise of jokes. especially since this game deals *heavily* with concepts of Pit Madness causing an altered state of consciousness, i think it's believable that occasionally, Jason fights the urge to fight and hurt Tim for the feeling of being replaced.

i like their tension so much in this canon. they get along but you can *tell* Tim is afraid of addressing Jason's trauma or even addressing Jason head-on, and Jason leans into spooking Tim about it. which isn't very comics feeling in their dynamic, but it is an interesting way to place their dynamic if you're playing with a more timid Tim who's newer to the role of Robin. (which he seems to be in-game) he really doesn't want to offend Jason, or worse, piss him off. but he'll still face Jason head on for things like this, while completely aware of what Jason could be capable of.

and Jason seems very protective of Tim and respecting Tim as a Robin in typical Jason fashion. if Tim pushes, Jason *will* relent. he knows this is a kid who's proved himself and should be treated with equal respect, sometimes even more than Dick and Babs do in-game.

so for all that to culminate in Tim stepping in front of Jason's loaded gun that he *knows* is on the edge of being too dangerous, just to force Jason to listen? it's the most unhinged way Tim could've gotten his point across in this scene. he was literally daring Jason to hurt him and playing with a very dangerous fire. but he did it anyway bc he believed he could make Jason heel just at the thought of hurting Tim. and he was *right*. they're gay and i'm feral ty.

[bonefall]

Welcome back Bonefall! If you haven’t already seen it, here’s a section from the preview of Ivypool’s Heart that everyone’s been talking about. I think that’s what the previous anon was referencing.

Ugh, I hadn't seen it. This is terrible, thank you.

While on one hand, this is very Ivypool, and I do like how she's clearly acting unreasonably because she's going through grief... yeah, this is completely backwards from what their situations are, imo.

Rowankit died of preventable causes, less than half a year ago. He wasn't just "a sickly kit," it was practically medical neglect on RiverClan's part. It doesn't MATTER that Dove will see him again in StarClan, he never had a chance to live.

It's not just about the weighing of the loss, either. It's the impacts on the WHOLE family. It's the stressful days that tigerHeartstar spent begging the Clans for medicine, sounding the alarm on low medicine supplies. It's Shadowsight powerless as his little brother got worse and worse. It's Lightleap racing for catmint on a quest and coming home just a minute too late. It's Birchkit who had to attend his twin's funeral as a child himself.

You see what I'm talking about? The way that nearly every interaction between Dove and Ivy boils down to Ivy being a jackass while Dove does everything in her power to comfort her? Ivy even anticipates anger, but Dove remains utterly calm so that she can validate her.

Dovewing doesn't even signal any pain. She does nothing except say the perfect words to assure her sister that she'll always be there for her once she stops acting nasty. As always.

It's kind of got that Crowfeather's Trial vibe. It's the mean character's time to learn a lesson about niceness, so everyone around him is ridiculously kind and patient.

I yearn for Dovewing to draw thicker boundaries, y'know? Tl;Dr, I don't like how the Erins write their relationship.