Appetite: Rambling #17

DEAD DOVE RP FINDER

Hello, as you can probably tell by the title, I am depraved and need my writing to reflect this.

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I would like to do something where our characters are extremely toxic for one another, but cannot stand to be away from each other. I’m talking real dead dove tropes here; think grape, kidnapping, stalking, non-con, dub-con, sewerslide attempts, self-knife (or mutual self-knife), age gaps, underage, illegal, drugs, drink, ABO, forced Mpreg, 1nc3st, everything bad you can possibly think of. If we do go down the underage/ABO route, I would prefer to be the underage/O character, however I would still prefer that both of our characters are switches as I believe this makes the plot more dynamic and interesting.

I’m currently interested in writing dead dove for these fandoms. The character I would like to write will be in bold:

Genshin Impact:

Kazuha x Scaramouche

Razor x Bennett (or anyone to be honest)

Xingqiu x Chongyun

Gorou x Heizou (or anyone)

Tighnari x Cyno

Yuri on Ice:

Yuri P x Otabek

Overwatch:

Hanzo x Cassidy

Hanzo x Genji

Like this post or send me a message and we can get to plotting something together!

Maybe I’m supposed to be alone. But it hurts.

any jayvik or caitvi rpers still active? i play viktor and either caitlyn/vi. i’m also happy to play a platonic jinx against vi. dead dove welcome. discord only. shoot me a message or like this post!

                                                                                            Yet                        I still want some kind of contact. Yet I am the one who can’t let go                                             —into complete silence,                        which seems so unthinkable. What keeps me?                        Is it devotion or addiction? Is it the need for                        intimacy, or the proof that I can survive                        some kind of violence?

— Yanyi, from “Affirmation,” Dream of the Divided Field

Easter: Rambling #7

17th April 2022, 15:29

Easter is definitely one of my least hated celebrations. That goes alongside Halloween. I don’t like Valentine’s Day, Christmas, or New Year. I think that is because they’re all about love and family, and I barely have those two things. There are two points, however, that I dislike about Easter. The first is all the chocolate. I have difficulties with my eating. I want to be the thinnest in my friend group. I want to look unwell, pale, and bony. Sometimes I don’t eat to try and achieve this. As of now, I am the thinnest in my group and my family. This feels like a great achievement. Secondly, I don’t like all the middle class things I have to see being broadcasted across media. I hate the little Easter caricatures, or the community Easter egg hunts. It makes me feel sick. How dare these people enjoy life when there are others out there, including me, who can barely walk five steps without feeling like I’m about to be swallowed into purgatory? My mum didn’t do much for Easter this year. Usually she would hide chocolate eggs for me or make me a treasure hunt. I instinctively started looking around when I came downstairs. Of course, there was nothing there. I was disappointed, but I couldn’t blame her. She’s depressed and suicidal at the moment. On the one hand, I love her and I wish I could help her more. On the other hand, I still feel betrayed over the fact that she didn’t defend me when I was being abused. I was completely alone, isolated, and she allowed it to happen. That’s something I will never forgive, no matter how wonderful of a mother she has been to me and all the things she has helped me with over the years. Easter also reminds me of the disappointment I felt as a child. My sister and I were so excited. We waited upstairs for hours, waiting to be told we could come down and see what Easter Bunny had left for us. We waited so long that we had to call down and ask if we could come down. They said yes. We ran downstairs and were met with nothing. Nada. Zilch. The sadness was immeasurable. My father was surrounded by beer bottles. He told us to take the dog (who is now dead and sadly missed) for a walk. We obeyed. When we came home, there was chocolate for us. Of course, I knew what had happened, but I didn’t want to believe it. I acknowledge it now as an adult. My mother had bought the chocolate and left my dad to hide them around the house and garden. My father, instead, got drunk and fell asleep. I feel bad for the effort my mother put in. This happened two years in a row. They divorced not long after that. Not because of Easter, just because my father was an abusive piece of shit. I didn’t deserve what happened to me. My sister didn’t deserve what happened to her (I will stand by that, despite the fact that my sister was incredibly abusive towards me). My mum deserved to be happy, and now look at her. She’s so depressed that Easter has reverted back to my childhood. What a shame.

~ 化け猫 (Bakeneko)

• if I stay cold enough, I won’t want to get up and follow things around

• if I only use the same websites/watch the same shows/don’t answer unknown calls, I don’t get paranoid.

• if I don’t make friends, I won’t stay up all night wondering about what they’re plotting against me.

• if I stay inside, nobody will be watching me.

• if I don’t speak or think, no one can hear me.

Get on your knees and sell me your soul. Give me everything you have, offer every bit of yourself, every last drop of your divine energy—show me how desperate and determined you are for my affection, love, and loyalty.

I would never actually take anything of yours… I just want to see you beg. I want to see the panic in your eyes and listen to you stumble over your words once you see me walking away.

Annoying: Rambling #13

19th April 2022, 00:23

Do you know what is super annoying? The fact that I cannot feel joy for another person. It is so irritating to me. All these people keep telling me about their wonderful days, that they’re excited for something, or that they have accomplished something. Of course, I’m good at feigning interest and happiness, I’ve done that my entire life, but I couldn’t care less about what they’re going through. Don’t get me wrong, I prefer it when they’re happy than sad because when they’re sad they’re more difficult to manipulate, but, god, they are so annoying. I don’t understand how somebody can be happy when their superior feels nothing at all. Like, I’m here, as cold as a damn ice cube (metaphorically, although my feet are pretty cold right now), and they have the audacity to shit out sunshine and rainbows. Screw the ‘but the warmth will melt your ice’ bullshit. No it doesn’t. All the warmth ever does is give me sunburn. I’m repulsed by these middle class snobs. They haven’t worked or suffered a day in their life and it shows. One girl I’m friends with likes to say that she was raised in poverty like me, but she moved away from her poverty house when she was three. We don’t have memories from before we’re five. She just wants to relate to me. Nobody can stand being perfect nowadays. The internet has convinced us that we gain validity through oppression. Be gay. Be trans. Be black. Be a woman. Be disabled. If you’re anything else, you’re a foul, disgusting human being. It’s cool and quirky to be different nowadays, but it undermines everything that the people in the aforementioned categories actually go through. Like, take being transgender for instance. Anybody who says you don’t need gender dysphoria to be transgender should quite literally be castrated and thrown down a well to rot. Yes, I’m saying this on Tumblr, the birthplace of a thousand genders. I’m not a snowflake, and I’m not scared of some retarded social justice warrior (yes, I can use the word retarded, I’m autistic). I was diagnosed with transgenderism about five years ago. Let me say that again. DIAGNOSED. Not identifying with your birth gender is a mental illness. It is debilitating. Don’t get me wrong, I have no idea if I still want to transition, I don’t know if I can deal with the stigma of being transgender because imbeciles like those snowflakes have made my disorder into a laughingstock. Anyway, I digress. It would be nice if I was able to feel somebody else’s happiness. Maybe it would give me happiness for once. I’m tired of feeling only negative emotions. Some days I don’t feel an emotion at all. The numbness overwhelms me sometimes. I worry that those days I might snap and do something I could regret, something that could ruin my life, my future, my prospects. I’ve fantasied about a lot of controversial things: raping somebody, killing somebody, torturing children, setting buildings on fire, kidnapping multiple people, etc. It gives me a rush of adrenaline when I think of these things. I won’t do them, I’m too stubborn and I want to finish my University degree without becoming a serial killer, but if everything goes tits up, they’ll always be something out there for me to do. If only I had a lover who was as fucked up as me to do it with.

~ 化け猫 (Bakeneko)

the feminine urge to smoke a cig and then just kms idc