a few years ago, i found myself with a desire for a dead dove emoji to use in discord. i searched far and wide, but any options i could find were lacking, so, i made one of my own.
look at this little guy! he's so cute! and so dead!
then, i realized i needed a little dead pigeon, because a pigeon is a perfect mascot for the fandom dumpsters i usually hang out in. so i made one (which i recently re-did for fun):
unfortunately (?) this spiraled slightly out of control and now there’s a whole flock of dead birds.
you can find these guys roosting on my website here: badvibes.party/dead-doves. if you want to yoink them for discord, feel free—all i ask is that if anyone asks where they came from, please point them back to me!
You knew this trip was stupid, that you never should have agreed to this. Your head ached, your back was in pain, your arms and legs felt heavy. You didn't want to open your eyes, the world around you was slowly filling in, and you couldn't shake the feeling you were being watched. And once you opened your eyes the first thing you noticed was the cold, dark and damp place you were in, the room smelled wet and slightly metallic. There's a dried red puddle under your bare feet, the wooden chair under you creaked as you tried to attempt to move your body, but the old itchy rope around your arms, wrist and legs refused to let them move without threatening to rip skin. Your dripped lips pulled into a frown as you opened your mouth to let out a strained cry of discomfort but the sound dries in your throat when you meet eye to eye with the stranger from last night.
Dark hazel eyes, light tanned skin, long raven hair pulling into a low bun; stray hairs falling to frame his face. A strong jaw, thick eyebrows, tall and strong. Just waiting there, crouched down sitting in front of you. Watching you. In that moment when you had opened your mouth to make any sound he sprung up, hand reaching to push his hand against your jaw to keep your mouth closed. - “shh, Hello Darling. I was worried I wasn't going to be here when you woke up.” - he coos- “where am I?” - you pull your face away, quickly questioning about your situation and why you were here, where were your friends? - “where? Well, you're at home with me, Darling. Where else would you be?” - Hearing this you quickly begin to struggle, spilling out questions in your panic. Why were you here? Why was he doing this? Where were your friends? Why were you the only one? - “I know, I know, I'm sorry sweetie, I can't let you go. And why would you care about your friends right now? What are they going to do? Don't worry darling, Your friends won't be taking you from me anytime soon.”- “They are going to come looking for me. They will get help and come find me and you're gonna be thrown in prison you-"" No. They won't. But if they could I wouldn't blame them if they tried. But they wouldn't be able to get to you in time.. They don't understand what we have.”
You had no idea what this stranger was talking about. He was talking like he knew you, even as your inner voice got louder with questions and trying to understand your situation he continued to blabber on about how you were being manipulated and how he was protecting you. How you had nothing to fear now that you were in your hands, and he had finally saved you from your life. And even if you can't now see the truth, he would help you.
“But Mike” - at the mention of your boyfriend's name his voice suddenly paused, a shift in the air as his voice went from soft and dreamy to a grim disappointed tone. “Dont do that. Don't talk about him. It will only make it harder for you to forget.” - with that he took a deep breath, putting a hand over your head, his hardened face tuning into a relaxed smile, “it's ok darling, you didn't know. I know you didn't mean it.” - You struggled again against the rope, the skin quickly becoming a darker red color. “Oh, please don't do that Darling. You know I can't take the restraints off. Not until you can show me you can be cooperative. Do that for me and I’ll let you come upstairs with me.- he slightly pouted his lips at you, as he stepped closer. The sound of his feet against the cold stone floor was so loud in the cold, lifeless room. “Dont worry darling. You won't be alone for very long. I’ll be back to check in on you from time to time for anything you need; food, water, bathroom, anything at all. I’ll bring you dinner very soon I promise. I’ve been practicing for when you came home.”
He smiled at you, turning to walk to the stairs. Taking a few steps before turning to face you for the last time, “Welcome home darling.” - and with that he turned on the little lamp hanging from the ceiling before walking the rest of the steps and shutting the heavy basement door. The sound of a heavy lock clicking shut.
the more I marinate at ur page, the more this fadelbison mpreg fic you speak of, sounds appeasing. Do it.
man fadel and bison are such doomed yaoi to me lol sorry that it can only ever be pain. this is a really dead doves fic even though its mild on the explicit sexual content. but i needed the flimsiest of excuses to write it fadel is such a poor little meow meow
[FadelBison; R; read tags please]
Title: Strangers
Summary: Mother promises him family, Fadel does his best.
Tags: Omegaverse, Coerced Living Situation, Kidnapped orphan to assassin pipeline relevant angst, kissing and groping, Sad Ending, references to past underage coerced sex, some discussions suggesting Bison might be underage here but he isn't.
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Fadel hadn’t meant to click his tongue when he opened the door, but the tiny shivering boy on the other side of it took him by surprise. He’d pointed towards the couch, before grabbing his suitcase to take to his room.
Well their room, now.
The boy is sitting on the couch as instructed, a biscuit clutched in his hand, taken from the platter that Fadel had set out earlier. Good, at least something is going according to plan. He knows he isn’t the warmest person so he’d read up on ways to make people feel welcome.
It’s not like either of them have much of a say in what comes next.
He takes the seat next to the boy on the couch, doesn’t bother asking him how old he is. The answer is always too young. He looks older at least than Fadel had been, losing his first time trapped underneath an abhorrent man, who didn’t seem to really believe in lube, even though Fadel was an alpha. That was the last time he’d begged, the last time he’d trusted a partner could get him out in time.
The answer is always it doesn’t matter.
Fadel tells him about the neighborhood because that’s what seems appropriate; he imagines this boy - Bison - would need to wash his clothes and buy groceries at some point.
Fadel’s mood sours the more he looks at Bison. Painfully pretty, with wide innocent looking eyes. He bites his lip every time he nods his head at something Fadel says, those captivating eyes looking at him searchingly, for guidance. He knows the type of missions they’ll be going on. The ones that Mother says he’s too surly for anymore, but he knows is code for too old.
Mother had said it was meant to be a treat. That it was a gift, to be given a steady partner, a companion.
Someone for him to groom.
He could have him, Mother had said, but make it believable-
Bison stops him from leaving the couch. With hands clasped tightly around Fadel’s wrist, he leans in. Clumsy, but soft, somehow still searching as he presses their lips together.
Fadel doesn’t want to own a pet anymore than he wants to be one.
-make it real.
Fadel pulls Bison to him and Bison is all too amenable to be manhandled, climbing onto Fadel’s lap with ease, bringing their faces close, but not closing the gap again, handing the reins back to Fadel while he sways enticingly near, hips grinding in miniscule increments on his thigh, perfumed to enhance his sweet, natural smell. Of course Bison knows, of course Bison has been briefed. Mother never sends her precious recruits unprepared.
There are fates worse than being your wife.
Mother has said many things to him over the years. Fadel has learned not to believe all of it.
We can use a family, people trust families.
Or rather he’s learned to find the motive behind flowery, honeyed words. Learned to see the truth of the things he has to do.
Bison curls his fingers into the little hairs on Fadel’s nape, another little reminder that he’s ready, that he’s waiting. Fadel pulls him in with hands on Bison’s hips, Bison loses his balance and falls into him, their chests brushing. Bison shivers when Fadel runs his hands up his back, underneath his shirt, that thrilled but scared look latching onto somewhere deep, somewhere carnal where he no longer holds any control.
But Fadel knows the body can learn to lie, and can rebel against your mind–
Fadel keeps rubbing Bison’s body, hands sliding over his ass, gentle in the way he can’t seem to make his face; Bison still looks at him a little stricken. When Fadel’s hands sneak into his pants devastatingly, unsurprisingly he finds Bison completely dry.
–can make you think you want things you’ve never wanted.
“I just need a little more warm up.” Bison says, rubbing their cheeks together. He hazards a soft kiss on Fadel’s cheeks, “Touch me more,” he says with a proper roll of his hips.
Fadel doesn’t have answers but he can do as Bison asks, he can kiss him, hold him. Bison is so, so pliant; so willing and still so dry. Fadel is hard and straining against his jeans, an embarrassment, proof of his corrupted desire; proof of the exact kind of trap that Mother never thinks to warn her sons about.
Fadel doesn’t know how to say that he wants this, wants Bison; but he doesn’t know him, he doesn’t know him. He doesn’t know how to explain that he’s made it so long in this profession and still when Mother had said partner and companion, stupidly Fadel had thought that Bison would come to love him.
He hadn’t thought the logistics through at all, of what love would entail, of what it always entails; carving out pieces of himself and giving them away.
Family.
Fadel loves his fantasy.
“We could be brothers.” Fadel says, pushing Bison away. It’s grotesque almost, Bison’s lips still shining with his spit, “Brothers?” Bison says and rolls his eyes, and for the first time the mask of innocence falls, just a little. Bison brings his much paler hands to contrast against Fadel's cheek, “Who’d believe that?”
Just not at the cost of what it would make him.
Fadel pushes Bison off him, scrambles off the couch, “It’s fine. It’s believable. Let me talk to Mother.”
He can't love Bison, anymore than Bison can love him. He doesn't even know where he could even begin to try.
They're strangers.
tagging @kattyangel because you said you would read it.
(Updated!) Adventure Time Lemongrab Dead Dove Whumpfic (+18)
Flavedo (9029 words) by Livestockbird
Flavedo
Chapters: 7/10
Fandom: Adventure Time (Cartoon 2010)
Rating: Explicit / NSFW
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Earl of Lemongrab, Princess Bubblegum
Additional Tags: Masturbation, Self-Mutilation, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Whump, Male Solo, Cock & Ball Torture
Summary:
After discovering an ancient book known as "kama sutra", Lemongrab's life becomes absorbed with self gratification.
a/n: thank you all for your requests! A lot of the fic is in my drafts rn but I can squeeze in a few more. if u see this, feel free to request smth :) THIS IS MY FIRST DARK FIC
MDNI! DEAD DOVES DON'T EAT
tags: Yandere! Jaime, swearing, female reader, helpless reader, kidnapping, angst, fluff if you squint your eyes, obsessive praise (if that makes sense), drugging, needles, fight scenes, knife, blood, PET NAMES USED (babe, baby, good girl, pretty, ect.) NO HAPPY ENDING😊. OUT OF CHARACTER BEHAVIOR
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Jaime loves you so much. He tells you every day how much he can't live without you being in his life. He clings to you like a lost puppy. Following you where ever you're headed. He tries to calm down when you're talking to another guy. Hell, he hates it even more when that guy you're talking to is one of his friends. After your conversation with Bart ended, Jaime walked up to you two and asked you to wait as he pulled Bart aside before coming back. Ever since Bart doesn't speak a word towards you. You obviously knew your boyfriend had something to do with it.
Later that night you guys had an argument. Like all arguments, he says things like “you wouldn’t leave me if you didn’t care.” , “Where’s the old you”, “C’mon my love, don’t act like this.” You always stayed. He said you were the problem and you believed him. You wanted to change, just for him. Not last night though. He sang the same song but you took it from a different approach. You spoke about possessive he’s been acting but he says that “it’s for your own good.”
You stormed out his house with so much frustration flowing through your body. Should of waited until the morning. You walked out his home and into the cold, dark night. Suddenly your phone kept buzzing. You opened it and it’s Jaime begging you to come back. Pleading you to not leave him but you don’t answer.
My Beetle💙: Eres tan dramatica! (You’re so dramatic) You know I just wnat the best for you… please baby text me back❤️
you ignored him. A few minutes later, your phone rings again.
My Beetle💙: I miss you bebe.
ignored again. At this point you were back home, lying on your bed. It got hot, really hot, but you had no AC nor a fan. Best idea you came up was to open your windows, wide. The air ran through your hair like a Disney princess singing a love song. Once more, your phone rings. This time you took a peak at the message.
My Beetle💙: Stop being for difficult for me. Don’t make me get you myself.
You didn’t think much into it. He has never physically hurt you. So you ignored it and went to sleep. What a mistake you made.
You next woke up to beeping and metal softly clashing to each other. Slowly opening your eyes, a head of dark blue and bright, glowing yellow eyes stared at you. You were about to scream for help but this figure covered your mouth and nose with a piece of cloth. You kicked its stomach, rolled out your bed, and ran straight for the door. Before could run out, you turned back around to glance at your bed. He disappeared from your view and nowhere to be seen
I can run now, you thought. You turned back to the door and POW. A punch directly to the face. You fell to the ground. You, knocked up, on the cold bare floor. Your vision was blurry but you felt two fingers pulled your eyelids down to close them. Before you were completely out, you felt yourself being dragged by foot off to somewhere.
Once you woke up and your vision was starting to clear up, it didn’t take you a long time to realize that you were tied up to a chair in an empty room. You tried breaking free but the ropes were too tight. You shouted,
“Help me! Someone please…” Foot steps slowly creeped behind you. That gradually got louder and louder, until they stopped. You felt a presence lean behind you. Then a tip of a knife was then placed right beside your lip.
“Nu uh. Don’t speak sweetheart, unless you want me to carve this pretty little mouth into pieces” This tender, chilling voice could only belong to one person.
“J-jaime!?” Before you knew it, your cheek to slashed. You didn’t scream but you cried. Cried like a little baby with blood oozing out of you and dripping on the floor. Jaime circled around you until you met your gaze. He lifted your chin.
“Let’s take a look at you, shall we?” He pulled out a white paper napkin and started to wipe the dripping blood from your cheek. “Isn’t that much better, mi amor?” Tears were flooding down your eyes. You had so many emotions packed up but you knew you couldn’t show them. The consequences may cost your life.
He whipped out another napkin and wiped your tears for you. “It’s okay pretty, you’re safe with me…” he wrapped your head around his arms and held you close to him.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Jaime lets go. The blood on your cheek stained on to his shirt. He bends down and kisses your wounded cheek.
“Well, my sweet girl didn’t want to listen to me. She didn’t understand how much I wanted to protect her. She insisted on talking to some other guy but me-“ you cut him off before he could finish.
“He’s your best friend! And I’ve known him longer than you did. I don’t know why-“ you tried to prove your point but he slapped you for cutting him off. Left a red handprint on your face.
“You need to learn how to be a good girl for me,” Jaime said in heartless tone. “So the two of us will just spend some quality’s time with each other. For a very long time.” He smirked when he saw you shake your head nonstop. He had the apprehend here. He had full control of you now. He pulled out a needle with some type of drug in it.
“Please Jaime, I’m sorry. I’ll never talk to any guy but you. Don’t do this, I love you.” You pleaded him to stop but he doesn’t. He slowly circled behind you. He brushed his fingertips starting with your head to your arms. He moved your hair aside and kissed your neck softly. You were so focused on this caring side of him, you failed to notice the fact that he was injecting that needle into your immune system. You got tired. Very tired. Your eyesight slowly blurred up as you fluttered eyes more frequently.
“You’ll be good as new when you wake up, I promise” was the last thing you heard from Jaime before it was all black. Last thing your own conscious heard and felt anything.
Hello! I'm dead dove/anti harrassment/anti censorship
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