#dollins

[shibara]

Hhg I've got so many art things that I should post here but I keep not making the time for it, including all of last year's FTH aaaaaaadkfghdkjf

Anyways, have a WIP of a dollins pic I've been working on! A friend mentioned a scene with the Butcher wanting to shave Charlie and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Should be colored at some point, hopefully.

[wreegis]

@thatdrumbotperson // @nivvledoodles

6 chibis down! 4 to go 🥳💛🩵

[autismfox]

My Bonnie

Fandom: Malevolent

Pairing: Charlie/Collins

Awareness laps at Charlie when he feels a tug against his scalp. "Ow," he says it automatically but it doesn't hurt. Not really. The brush glides gently, so gently through his hair. It hasn't been this long since... Fuck here it comes.

Hands all over him. One attendant is combing the mats out of his hair. Another is picking dirt and dried blood out from underneath the fingernails of his left hand. Still another is buffing callouses from his right foot. It tickles. He wants to pull away. He wants to kick and thrash and take that nail pick and jam it in someone's throat but he doesn't want to go back to his pit. His muscles are loose and pliant from the warm bath they'd soaked him in and his skin is clean. Clean! It feels so good to be clean. It feels good to be touched too, even if he doesn't want it. His body likes it. He has to hold on to this for as long as he can. This too shall pass. He can let go of his thoughts and just let his body feel good for a while.

Hands pull him backwards by shoulder and he follows easily. Lips press to the crown of his head right at his freshly parted hairline. A song is being hummed. Hmm hmm-mmm hmm hmm-mm hmm hm-mmm. Oh he knows this one. He joins in, "my bonny lies over the sea." Ugh his voice feels thick from disuse. He clears his throat and tries again. This time the other voice joins in the lyrics.

"My bonnie lies over the ocean. Oh bring back my bonnie to me."

"My bonnie lies over the ocean. Oh bring back my bonnie to me."

His chin is tipped up and the other man is staring into his eyes upside down, searching his face. Collins smiles slightly. He abandons the hair brush on the bed and wraps his arms around Charlie, pulling him back against his chest. Collins kisses Charlie on the cheek, his whiskers prickle against Charlie's bare skin. Collins must have shaved him. Charlie sighs in contentment. He could live in this moment forever. This too shall pass, his thoughts warn. But that doesn't matter right now. Right now he's here and Collins is here and he's at peace.

He's a little less at peace when he looks down at himself and realizes Collins has him in a frilly blue dress complete with white stockings and white shoes with delicate leather straps and tiny silver buckles.

[autismfox]

I think Dennis and Charlie should go dancing. Except that's not really a thing they can do together. So it's Charlie dancing with single women and Dennis being somewhere in the background where he can watch. He blends in as a caterer or a bartender or a custodian. I have this headcanon that Charlie really likes to dance.

When it's over Charlie walks home and Collins waits until he passes through a secluded alley somewhere so he can jump out and push Charlie against a wall and kiss him stupid.

[ragdollins]

dollins yuri

[theivorybilledwoodpecker]

Dollins Playlist

Become the Beast, by Karliene

Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

Mad Love, by Neon Trees

Madness, by Muse

No Matter What, by Badfinger

Laid, by James

Beautiful Things, by Benson Boone

Take Me to Church/Like a Prayer Mashup

[palecomet51]

apropos of nothing, is there anything better than Noel/The Butcher? Killer who “loves” his prey and was never loved by his dad vs. “prey” who was never loved by his torturer but whose life was irrevocably shaped by his love for others…”memento mori” vs “everything dies. Everything” where death is ultimately a comfort to both of them, or at least the ultimate God in a universe where literal gods shape the narrative…the sadist 4 sadist, masochist 4 masochist, dom & sub 4 dom & sub of it all…the ”I’ll kill you” as a threat -> “I’ll kill you” as an act of love pipeline…neither of them can go home, but more specifically, they wouldn’t want to, because there’s nothing left for them there…two men who’ve been touched by gods and who are living such extreme lives that almost no one else could really understand them…10/10 no notes.

[theivorybilledwoodpecker]

Dennis refers to Spain as his and Noel's "honeymoon," despite the fact that for 90% of it, they weren't romantically or sexually involved.