#dovecall

[swanbelly]

trying to make a style for a comic idea :]

[dovepuffy]

wallpaper

[pemprika]

thank you for feeding us this good hnk content 😌♥️♥️♥️

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[dungeonhearted-blog]

      ❝  ... do you still hunger,  o’  young one?  ❞   it wrings its hands, watching the remnants of its lovely papaya drip in orange - tinged juice from the now - closed jaw of the snake horse.       /    .* · +  @dovecall.   

[duecorde-blog]

his embrace holds fast, the same hugs, the same amount of affection ever present when it comes to the other. but yet, he can't stop smiling. a kiss to the other's shoulder, the aroma of the birthday candle still present, as it mingles with the summer breeze. "happy birthday, fumi... I love you, thank you for being here.."

   how many years have the birthdays been better by tae’s side? there’s nobody else that he wants to squeeze tight - hifumi’ll always let tae hug him till they can’t hold tight anymore, giggling like school kids once again at something ridiculous. this is something hifumi can laugh about, smile and think about at almost every free moment he has. 

   a heart that was always too heavy to love another would always spill over with love for tae. he’ll smile more one day, and it will be together with him. because hifumi knows no better world than the rosy coloured life he leads with him when they’re together. “i love you too tae. thank you for always staying beside me…”

[ghostpillow-blog1]

———— @dovecall.

“ prince!  you are not allowed behind here!  ... h-how did you get here...? ”  palatial fabrics jingle amidst the gentle winnowing of the breeze, crimsons floating to match vivid locks hidden ‘neath opalescent veil, silver bells saccharine contrasting with obdurate tonality brought from which the lavender gardens of his throat. coral painted fingertips hide rouge-red lips as he hastily attempts to hide himself behind the curtains of his traveling troupe, strangely demure, though his alluring dances should speak otherwise.

but he is not dancing with divinity in the moment--he is breathing and human and unable to meet royalty with own befouling gaze.

[birdsinew-a]

that’s the way it crumbles, cookie-wise. - from eui-tae!

                                       𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃, 𝐈𝐈.

𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓,   𝐈𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄.     absence of understanding from such a juvenile opinion,   as if there is no controlling the downfall of that around them.     it's a special kind of thought process that inspires redemption                                         encourages,   if anything,   an unspoken acknowledgement through a barren spirit.     ❛  how encouraging,   i imagine.  ❜     so this is what reborn humanity is?     a scapegoat to form hope.     𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨,   𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙞 𝙩𝙧𝙮.     they relax into the sound of it.     predetermined crumbling,   ordained by the wordless gods,   and accepted by those who have no idea of their position.     it's almost encouraging.     ❪⠀𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦.⠀❫     they sit back and raise their chin.    study the sky through a ceiling with a faint glimmer sitting in the middle of their chest.     ❛  it's a rather carefree look.     to accept things without question.     i suppose i understand.  ❜

[springleapt-blog]

“haven’t you stayed long enough, ida darling? your sisters surely miss your presence, don’t they...” not that he’s complaining. the loose ends of his cardigan flutter as he bustles from station to station; soft puffs of lavender smoke grow translucent as he stirs one pot and the other emits a soft crackling sound. he tilts his head as gaze falls ‘pon the sulking harpy. the more he prods her to leave, the longer she’ll stay. that, at least, he knows. // * @dovecall.