#dovedroid

[tvvolips]

@dovedroid liked for a starter

“don’t seem right for such pretty blue eyes t’look so lost. . .  how ‘bout a drink, friend?” 

[jfsebstn-blog]

        PALMS   GROW   SWEATY,   hesitation   in   his   voice   as   he   see's   the   man   snooping   around.   Some   of   these   things   FRIENDS   were   fragile.   "   D-don't   touch   her,   please   !!   She's   not   finished   yet...   "   // @dovedroid liked for a starter

[dclldroid-blog]

@dovedroid

breath swirls into her lungs like the dust tornadoes on mars. she emits a wheeze that’d make a banshee jealous. the replicant’s stomach is made of cream meringue and strawberry sauce. her dry tongue skids across her lips, tastes like plaster. pris sits up; it hurts, her stomach, but it’s so pretty. “oh, hi roy,” she comments, eyes on her stomach (he will look sad, she knows. face scrunched up in conflict. she won’t be able to fix it) as her fingers dance along the red. she lifts her finger to her lips, dreaming of strawberry fields and big fluffy cakes, but it only tastes like oil and copper.

pris frowns, looks up to roy as if she’s just really noticed him. her red fingers touch his face before she kisses his cheek, frown deepening, “you taste like. . .” is it tears, she tastes? or rain and sweat? “wet.”

[brisecoeur]

❝ don’t give it a hand, offer it a soul. ❞

                                                       HOZIER 

  “ how  very  POETIC  of  you “  he  smiles,  mentally  UNPACKING  the  words  of  his  companion.  CAN  you  give  something  a  soul?  Maybe,  but  it  would  be  a  soul  crafted  by  MAN,  made  to  serve  others  rather  than  itself.  To  him,  everything  had  a  soul:  the  book  you  held  in  your  hands,  the  painting  that  hung  on  the  wall,  the  flowers  that  bloomed  in  the  Luxembourg  Gardens,  they  ALL  had  a  life  to  them.     “ But,  all  things  have  souls.  Maybe  some  just  need  that  HELPING  HAND  to  expose  it. “        

[4thkings-blog]

fingers brush gently through the pharaoh's dark curls, " you're beautiful. " / wEEP S

CURLS  ARE  LIKE  GRAPEVINES,    black  hairs  gracing  his  khonsu-given  forehead  and  the  nape  of  his  divine  neck.    night-time’s  halo,    holy!    head  tilts  backwards  at  the  other’s  finger’s,    lids  fluttering  closed  as  kohl-lined  lashes  press  ‘gainst  cheeks.    the  pharaoh-king’s  face  gleams  gold,    a  moon  lit  by  the  favored  brush!    granite-pink  lips  lift  at  the  corners,    a  sweet  smile.    shoulders  shift  ‘neath  jeweled  broad  collar,    rising  to  bring  his  crown-less  head  towards  the  other’s  hand.    quiet  is  the  breath  he  releases!    the  muted  wind  that  blows  through  empty  tombs.    beautiful?    eyes  open,    blinking.  was  he,    dead-king,    beautiful?  inside  him  are  bones  of  silver,    wrought  in  ancient  times  forgotten  ‘neath  sands  and  crumbling  stone.    skin  an  idol  to  a  past  he,    cursed  and  blessed,    is  taken.    the  pharaoh-king  is  a  statue  of  kemet’s  midnight.    hallowed,    hollowed.    deserted!    the  relic  that  wants  worship.    graciously  taken  are  the  words,    though  kept  within  is  the  wing-like  flutter  of  his  heart.    ‘  ...    i  thank  you.  ’

[wrangledup-blog]

dovedroid replied to your post: dovedroid replied to your post: ...

‘less handsome’ excuse u ?? rude

it’s the truth though =| sorry bro =|

[wrangledup-blog]

dovedroid replied to your post: tbh where are all the TLOU rpers at??? I’ve only...

i always wanted to rp joel ://

do! the! thing!!!!