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Welcome to my blog! I go by Dove here, currently no masterlist however you can navigate through my taglist. I don't take requests, as I am unfortunately a busy student, however I would love to hear any thoughts or ideas you have and write them if they inspire me!
Currently interested in writing for Cod
The things I write...
Ū¶š¹ą§ SFW
Ū¶š¹ą§ NSFW
Ū¶š¹ą§ ANGST
Ū¶š¹ą§ COMFORT/FLUFF
Characters and fandoms I write/have written for...
I have been very inactive here, so itās a lovely surprise to be tagged by @shinjisdone :ā)
Favourite colour:
Pink! Unsurprisingly, although I dooo like purple and blue pastels. Most of my wardrobe is pink, alongside my room :) dreaming of a pink house for my future home.
Last song I listened to:
Diet Mountain Dew demo by Lana del Rey! Itās getting warm, and Lana/lizzy always gets me in the summer mood, especially if Iām out doing tasks.
Currently reading:
Twilight, new moon. Iāve just recently finished the first book and actually really enjoyed it, and since new moon is my favourite film (Iām team Jacob, all my friends do are team Edward š) out of the twilight saga Iām so excited to see how it different it was from the film. Itās nice to see how much more fleshed out the characters are in the book, and the internal monologue and thoughts of Bella which helps make sense of her.
Currently watching:
Hmmm tricky, Iām usually just watching YouTubers and whatnot like gaming channels and coquette/makeup channels, but I have been particularly interested with Gachiakuta! Iāve watched the entirety of the first season, Iām so excited for the next one!
Current favourite song:
āDark cityā by Lana del Rey. Itās an unreleased song that I had never heard of before, but omg itās so beautiful, her vocals are so gorgeous. Itās so heavenly and gloomy. Another one of my favourites is āhigh by the beachā, I love watching the music video with that pretty beach house itās shot in. I used to live in a coastal town, which was filled with beach houses like that, so itās kind of nostalgic to me.
Moots Iām tagging: @fishsinsareacknowledged @i-heart-slashers @married2avampire @xzaddyzanakinx @kortac-sweetheart. Feel free to join in if youād like :) <3
A rough paw of a hand- all calloused and hard, finds the nape of your neck. Scruffing at it tenderly.
"Andrei, I need to... I need to get up". You plead with an incoherent softness that makes him rumble like a rottie. Your dear little face all relaxed and sleepy. The creases from his shirt printed on your cheek.
He pauses. A heavy pause, the sleep in his eyes still leaving him dazed in a way that made him feel lighter than blood-loss.
His nose presses against your cheek. You smell soft. Warm. You smell like his freshly laundered shirt. Bathed in sunlight and curled on top of him like a sleepy little cat.
"Nyet". He rasps, deep and low and full of sleep. Torn lips press against your cold ear, producing a kiss too gentle for his nature.
"Stay with me. Stay with us".
He kisses down your jaw, with just enough hunger to make you melt. It's slow and languid, as if he were licking you over with a rough sandpaper tongue to settle you back down for sleep. A hand settled upon your nape, weighing you to his chest.
You relent, and collapse in defeat against the brace of his chest. Mumbling soft scoldings of his name.
"Not good listening"
He blinks at you.
Passively.
Adoration kindled behind the ice in his eyes.
"Nyet?". His voice is so soft, but he doesn't sound guilty. Not one bit.
Instead, he kneads soothingly at your neck, and kisses over your closed eyelids. Grumbling softly in content when you give in and fall back asleep.
Steam curled from the warm kasha* you'd set in front of him and paired in tradition with a strong black tea.
"Spasibo." (Thank you)
You give a soft smile in return and sit across from him with your own breakfast.
It was cold this morning, quiet too. Smoke lifting from the chimneys of neighbors and people walking their dogs.
He hums at the first bite, nods, and uses a spoon to place two spoonfuls of cherry and red currant jam into his bowl.
"Is good. Better with varen'ye - try." (Jam)
He takes another scoop and holds it over your bowl, his eyes meeting yours as he waits for your approval. You nod and he tilts the spoon - the thick jam slips from his spoon and onto the top of your porridge and he immediately digs in his spoon and stirs it for you.
"Try."
He urges you as he pulls his spoon from your bowl, gesturing and mimicking you eating before finally returning to his own bowl.
And you do. You'd assume the nutty flavor of the buckwheat would clash with the tart notes of the cherry and red currant - but it doesn't. It's bright - almost uplifting in a way - and the flavors are complimentary to each other. You give a soft, delighted hum and meet his gaze once more in which he tilts his head in response.
"Is good, da?"
"Very much so. Thank you, Nikto."
"A kitten does not thank it's mother for teaching it to lap at milk."
You furrow your brow and he exhales as he chews another bite, swallowing and lowering his spoon before adding,
"Ne za chto. Is no problem, solnyshka." (My pleasure/no problem, sunshine)
*Kasha is a porridge made by boiling roasted buckwheat in milk. Popularly served by mixing preserves/jam into it. A common choice is homemade cherry and red currant jam.
hi, this is your gentle reminder and PSA: there are ELECTIONS happening in November 4th. PLEASE GO VOTE. Trump is the most unpopular he has ever been, but does that mean your average independent, or republican will vote for a dem this time around-likely no- they probably will just skip the process entirely if they donāt have a candidate they feel strongly about. this is why iām asking YOU SPECIFICALLY to make sure to go vote. and i donāt wanna hear any doomerism shit about how voting is a waste of time bc of whatever, guys voting is the last of anything we have it is clear most of these people who represent us do not actually care, HOWEVER trump currently has the house, senate and courts and making it even slightly harder to do anything or having a large enough group to speak out against what heās doing will help hundreds of thousands of people in the US. now more than ever is it important to make sure that they know that we do not stand for this
Trapped family in Gaza appeals for help to surviveššš
I am Monis from Gaza, from a family of 8, I am a cancer patient and my wife is a liver patient
I need to receive treatment quickly, but I cannot because of the war on Gaza. The health situation is very difficult, and I need your help to travel outside Gaza and receive treatment for cancerŲ
months of war we decided to start a donation campaign to collect $5000 per person to get out of Gaza to Egypt through coordination, my father needs to travel to receive cancer treatment outside Gaza,
A medical report indicates that I am a cancer patient, and this is a referral to travel from Gaza to receive treatment. Now I cannot leave Gaza because of the war. I need your help and support Because my health condition is getting worse every day
is our story - On October 7, our lives changed forever. My family and I left our home to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but that did not happen. Our home was surrounded and then completely destroyed. Our home, which was once a bastion of hope, is now in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.
I we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water and safe shelterŲ I cannot provide young children with clothes or anything to make them forget the cruelty of warŲ Winter is coming and I am unable My family's needs
I appeal to the entire world to hear my and my family's sad cries in Gaza. We need a helping hand to In leaving Gaza and receiving treatment for cancer, I hope you will help me
Go to paypal.me/JupiterVeradt and type in the amount. Since itās PayPal, it's easy and secure. Donāt have a PayPal account? No worries.
We live in a bad placešš
Our house was destroyed and we had nothing left. Now we live in a place covered with some old fabrics to cover our bodies so that people do not see us. We live in a place that does not protect us from the cold of winter.
A bad place that no one can tolerate
I can't afford a plastic cover. We want to build a new waterproof tent to protect my children from the winter. I want tarpaulins to put over the tent we live in. We are drowning from the heavy rains. Also the weather is cold. We can't live without winter supplies. The prices here are very expensive and we can't afford to buy them.
Therefore, my friend, Can you help us? and Donate to us to provide plastic cover and materials to provide the requirements for building a new waterproof tent It is suitable for living and is protected from insects and dirt that cause diseases
The goal of the donation campaign is to help us secure livelihoods by providing food, water, and shelter (a place to sleep). I am a cancer patient. Medicines must be provided to receive treatment as soon as possible. Medicines are not available in Gaza due to the war. We must travel abroad So that I can receive treatment
It would be so helpful if you could check out my GoFundMe and donate to my family. By sharing and donating, you are helping me get treatmentš and helping my family survive the horrors of famine and genocide. It will give us hope to rebuild our home and reclaim some of the life that was stolen from us.
If each person gave $20, you would help us live in the difficult conditions in Gaza
I hope you will donate even a little, my friends. Your donation will help us withstand this suffering.
Donation link in bio.Your donation will save us ššš
Thank you all šš«
Verified : @90-ghost
Go to paypal.me/JupiterVeradt and type in the amount. Since itās PayPal, it's easy and secure. Donāt have a PayPal account? No worries.
Roommate!Simon Riley who learns the names of your stuffed animals. Quietly sitting on your bed as you introduce them, gaze locked on the soft stuffie in your hands. every time you pick a new one up his eyes stay on the previous one for a few seconds before trailing back to you. he gives the occasional nod, a gruff hum when you tell him where you got it from. he forgets to speak sometimes, seemingly dull gaze boring into you. he sits up a little straighter when you start to glance away thinking heās lost interest, but no, āDoes thaā one get along with the big fella?ā
Roommate!Simon Riley who wants you to talk about your plushies and knickknacks. he likes listening to you talk, listening to your voice, watching the way you gently handle your stuffed animals. it reminds him of the rare plush or two he had growing up, gnarly and hidden away somewhere forgotten, tucked away in a dusty box. they made him feel safe when he was little, something to hold onto, and seeing you carefully arrange yours makes his chest feel lighter. heart a little achy when you let him hold one in his calloused, rough hands. soft, thumb grazing over the fabric, smoothing over stitching
Roommate!Simon Riley who brings you a stuffed animal after he goes to the store alone. heās learned your preference towards them, too plush, too firm, not the right material - a texture you canāt hold for long, he knows what to avoid. he doesnāt feel embarrassed standing in the kids aisle sifting through brightly colored toys, but he does feel some eyes on him. but itās for you, and a little bit for him. āSimon, you didnāt have toāā, he silently loves when you say that, gives him the opportunity to respond, āWanted to.ā. he wants to make your day, add to your collection, see you smile and love on it. gives him an excuse to go back to your room and introduce the newbie
Roommate!Simon Riley who misses you when he has to leave on deployments. he knows you miss his presence, even when he scares you by not making himself known. that you miss the way he fills your apartment, bulky figure padding around from room to room. āGot ya this. Donāt miss me too much.ā, as he hands you a new stuffed animal before he leaves. one that feels holdable, something you can cuddle with and squish. one with a recorded message, Simonās gravely voice coming from the comically cute stuffie. he doesnāt look you in the eyes, hands shoved in his pockets as he stands in the doorway, āAnd donāt think thatās replacinā me.ā
āThinkinā of you, lovie.ā, a small pause in the recording, his voice a little softer, āTake care of yourself.ā
Ghost cant read his hunger signals unless hes starving.
He grew up in a no snacks, eat what's served to you during meals kind of family. It helped keep the food budget controlled, and each Friday either Simon or Tommy got to help Ma with supper. He learned from an early age to ignore his hunger, that subtle shift that indicates it's time to eat. Simon felt hungry, sure, but only when his stomach would twist in pain and his hands would feel weak.
Of course, you notice, how could you not? He always insists he isn't hungry when you ask, but ends up eating three servings at dinner when the hunger finally registers.
So you take matters into your own hands.
A plate of rice, steak, and veggies lands on Ghost's desk. It smells delicious, enticing where it sits atop the papers he was trying to work on. You point at it sternly "Eat, lieutenant. Now."
Ghost opens his mouth to tell you he's not hungry, which is honestly the truth, and he doesn't want you wasting food on him. You cut him off first "If you don't eat it I'm throwing it out."
That seems to work. Gets the panicked kid in Ghost's chest's attention. He grabs the plate and takes a large forkful of rice. Then takes another, and another until the plate is clean in under five minutes, his hunger now making itself very known once he's eaten.
Another plate is set in front of him, and Ghost looks up to see your satisfied smile. "I figured you'd be hungry. Here, eat, I brought my own." As you sit down with your own lunch box.
From there it's routine.
You show up with delicious food, and ghost finally realizes just how hungry he is. Sharing food with each other. He's shocked to find he isn't so ravenous at dinner, isn't shoveling food in his mouth with shaky hands and a sudden weakness. It's...really good.
On the weekends, when he's sitting in an empty apartment, Ghost will think It's time for me to eat even when he's not hungry, used to your little routine. He cooks food, and decides he should repay the favor, learning how to make that dessert you always go on about, something to show how much he appreciates the fact he hasn't felt hunger pains all week.
Nikto, who would never allow anyone to touch his scars, huddled up in bed with you as he lets you touch and feel up the scars on his arms to ground yourself :(
It should be morbid- your little curious and soft fingertips tracing the physical reminders of his torture. Such innocent touches grazing upon the indents left behind by blades that carved at him as if he were meat.
Your palm dragging across the swell of his bicep of jagged rough scars and burnt skin. Fingertips coaxing gently against deep welts and rough webbed skin all marbled with burn scars, your touch light, yet it feels like a soothing balm to him.
Nikto who coaxes your leg over his hip, just so he can get you closer. Tucking it there snuggly with his hand holding your thigh to keep it there. Stomach to stomach, chest to chest, arms wrapped securely around each other. Calloused fingertips dragging circles against the dip in your lower back, rubbing heat against your skin till you sigh happily against him.
My name is Ahmed, I am 18 years old and I live in Gaza City š„ŗšµšø.I have created a donation campaign to help my family get food, water, and the basic essentials we need to support my little siblings and my mother š„ŗ.Since March 2025, we had to leave our already destroyed neighborhood after it was declared a dangerous war zone, and we now live in a tent on the street in western Gaza. We are suffering from extreme hunger, with nothing to eat unless we receive daily support through our campaign š.The few donations we get are barely enough to buy food for my family because prices are extremely high here in Gaza due to the border closures and the long war š„².
Unfortunately, Tumblr has deleted all of my accounts I was using to reach you, because of restrictions on Palestinian content. I lost all my previous donors and the shares on my old post.Thatās why I am kindly asking you, please support me by donating to my campaign and sharing this new post š„ŗš«š.
My Story: From the Hell of War to the Search for SafetyĀ My name is Ahmed, a 20-year-old young man from Gaza. Since the war began, my life ha
This is the link to my campaign, which has been verified by the page gazavetters on Tumblr, number 542 .Unfortunately, my campaign does not receive daily support from donors like many other Palestinian campaigns. That is why I need to ask for your helpābecause without asking, I donāt receive any donations.
My connections are very limited, I donāt know many people, and I donāt know how to reach others. So, for the sake of God, please donate to my campaign as much as you are able š.
Every single donation means so much to us šš„².
My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, Iām 27 years old, and I am writing this message with trembling hands and an empty stomach ā from Gaza.
Before the war, I had a small travel agency something I built with love, effort, and hope.I dreamed of a simple lifeā¦ a dignified life.
But the war didnāt just destroy my home and business āit shattered my ability to dream.
Today, Iām not asking for dreams.Iām asking for bread. For water. For life I now live with my family in the open ā no walls, no roof, just the cold ground beneath us.
We are in a catastrophic famine.
We go days without food.
We faint in the street from hunger.
Our bodies are giving up.
And stillā¦ the world remains silent.
My mother has a heart condition ā she needs medicine and special food.
Now she lies in pain, her chest aching, and I have nothing to give her. My grandmother has high blood pressure ā worsened by hunger and cold nights.
Her body is shrinking before my eyes.
And meš?
Iāve collapsed more than once from weakness. From not eating.But I stand up againā¦ because they need me.
What do you call this life?
Sleeping on the dirtā¦ watching your family starveā¦ praying your heart doesnāt stop before help arrives? This is not a life. This is a slow death. To anyone reading this Pleaseā¦ donāt turn away from me.
Help me buy food before we collapse again. Help me get medicine before my motherās heart gives out.
Help me bring even one moment of comfort to my grandmother before itās too late.
Iām not asking for luxury.
Iām not asking for comfort.
> Iām begging for survival.
Even the smallest act of kindness could mean the world to us. Pleaseā¦ save us from this hunger.
