So there's this post with a troubling number of notes going around insisting that "dead dove" is not a genre, it doesn't inherently have anything to do with darkfic, and that the tag could be applied to fics that are "100% fluffy where everyone's having a good time" if they happen to contain some abnormal (though entirely non-problematic) content like an unusual kink. The claim is that "dead dove: do not eat" is simply a "courtesy tag" that means "this is a very specific niche, mind the tags." And that's just... wrong.
I wrote up a whole rebuttal to this post since I can't stand misinformation and frankly OP was being kinda rude and judgey on top of their wrongness. But right after I posted my reply, OP turned off reblogs because, and I quote, “some fuckwad added some dumb shit onto this post and it is no longer educational” (the “fuckwad” being me and the “dumb shit” being proof that they were wrong). A couple people have asked me to make a rebloggable version of my response, which I've decided to do because this isn't the first time I've heard similar claims and I want to help set the record straight. However, I'm not linking the original post on the off chance this gains traction because OP did the right thing by turning off reblogs, preventing it from circulating further, and I don't want them to get hate for being unfortunately misinformed.
For those who don't know the history, "dead dove: do not eat" was originally proposed as a catchall "hydra trash party" alternative label for any fandom to warn that the content of a fic may be considered problematic or potentially upsetting and to read the tags carefully so you know what you're getting into and won't complain later. Specifically, DD:DNE was intended to convey that the Bad Things in the fic would likely be reveled in and not explicitly condemned by the narrative, which some people tend to get up in arms about, hence the need for the extra warning in addition to the tags. Don't believe me? Here's the original proposal (note DD:DNE can be found on a handful of fics dated before 2015 but this is when it really took off and became a Thing).
There are currently around 50,000 fics tagged as "dead dove: do not eat" on AO3 and close to 50% of those also include the rape/noncon warning (which of course is not the only type of "dead dove" but is one of the most popular and most consistently tagged). The normal percentage of noncon fics in any given fandom? Around 1-3%. That's a HUGE disparity. So don't tell me that dead dove is just a general "courtesy tag" and doesn't or shouldn't have dark connotations. Even the context of the original joke on Arrested Development has a dark undertone. Micheal Bluth casually finds an animal carcass in a bag in his refrigerator with the label "do not eat", as if eating it would be any sane person's first thought. The whole situation is kinda fucked up. And this fucked up vibe very much carries over into fandom usage too, as was intended.
The claim that dead dove has nothing to do with the content's genre and could just as easily be used to describe a 100% fluffy fic in which everyone's having a good time is straight up Wrong, or at the very least, severely warping the original meaning. Also, when someone these days says that they like/dislike "dead dove" most people in fandom automatically understand what that means because of the consistency of its usage over the years and the way language evolves. Whether you like it or not, "dead dove" IS a genre now and the term does carry a specific connotation. I do agree that DD:DNE should definitely still be used in conjunction with other tags, when applicable, to be explicit about the exact type of fucked up content you may find, but to say that the term is meaningless on its own is patently false and I'm tired of people who don't know what they're talking about pushing this narrative and causing even more confusion.
You want a generic term that also means "mind the tags" and doesn't have any inherently dark connotations? Just use good ol' "what it says on the tin" instead of trying to force dead dove to be something it's not.
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Hi lily I'm having a rough night so i was wondering if it was okay that I request something that will make me feel better.
What about cg!e with a little that HATES change (me) And maybe the big change is E has been home for longer than normal and all of a sudden he has to go back on tour and reader HATES THAT so she has a big meltdown when El tells her he has to go back and he reminds her they have a routine on tour too and that it'll be the same as last time (so not a lot is changing) ?
I hope this makes sense
miss you xo - kiwi
hope u feel better :( <3 ty for the request!! hopefully i can cheer u up a bit with this ~~
pairing: 70s!cg!elvis x gn!little!reader
wc: 942
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elvis knew you never did well with change, so of course when he sat through another tedious meeting with the colonel, you wouldn’t be happy with the news he was just given.
he’d been on a break from touring for a little longer than usual, surprisingly due to doctors orders. he spent a bit of time with you in hawaii then flew back to memphis, getting plenty of alone time with you now that he had a bit of time to take care of little you.
you had a strict everyday routine with him. breakfast together, lunch together, snack time together, and so forth. the two of you always watched cartoons together and he adored watching you play happily in front of him every day. unfortunately, that routine was about to change.
his health wasn’t great, however, it was good enough for the colonel to make him go back on another long US tour. he wished that if he had to suffer through another long, agonizing tour that he’d at least go overseas, but that was just a dream that would never come true. now it left him with the plan of telling you.
he stepped back into his home, immediately being jumped on by you with an excited squeal. he hated that he was about to crush your spirits. “hey, baby. what’re you doin’, huh?” he chuckled, picking you up and kissing your rosy cheeks.
“can we play now, daddy? please?” you begged, giving him sweet, puppy dog eyes.
“ah—darlin’,” he sighed, putting you down and crouching down to make you appear smaller. he took his glasses off and hung them up on his shirt, taking your hands and looking you straight in the eyes. “baby, this is real hard for me to say. i need you to be big ‘n strong for me, alright?”
the look of worry on your face broke his heart. “the colonel says he’s sendin’ me out on another tour. daddy’s goin’ away for a little ‘while.”
you felt like your whole world was about to collapse. an ache in your chest as you realized your life was about to change up again. you loved the routine that the two of you shared. you didn’t do well when things had to change. “no.” you shook your head, “no, daddy. no.” you said sternly.
he wished it was that easy to just say no to the colonel, but he couldn’t. he squeezed your hands again, giving you a sympathetic look. “baby–”
“no!” you pulled away from him, “change is bad, daddy! it’s bad!” you hugged yourself, shaking your head again. “y-you hafta stay! you-you’re my daddy, you can’t….no!” you dropped yourself to the floor, the waterworks already flowing down your cheeks as you began to kick your feet angrily like a helpless toddler—but that’s exactly what you were in your state of mind. he knew it too.
elvis was at a loss for words, unsure of whether he should attempt to calm you down or to let you ride out this meltdown of yours. he got down on the floor with a soft grunt, “hey, hey. c’mon, honey–look at me, look at daddy for a sec.” he cooed softly, trying to take your hands again. your eyes met with his, full of tears and sadness. almost fear, afraid that once the routine changed, everything would just go bad.
“you remember the last time daddy went on tour?” he asked, getting a nod from you in response. “daddy didn’t leave you alone at home, did he?”
“w-well….no…” you muttered.
“that’s right, honey. he didn’t.” the corner of his lip perked up, bringing you close to him as you leaned against his chest. he rocked you on a soothing motion, trying to calm you down to the best of his ability. “you think daddy’s gonna let ya sit at home by yourself this time around?” he shook his head, “ain’t no way, baby.”
he pet your hair gently, pressing a soft kiss to your scalp. “we always have the same routine when we go on tour, don’t we? you just gotta let daddy do what he’s gotta do durin’ the day before we can get to playin’ and snoozin’ all day.”
“b-but i won’t see you as much…” you pouted, looking off into the distance.
“i know, angel. i know. that’s the sucky part, but we get through it every time, don’t we? hm?” he kissed your scalp again, smiling softly. he turned you to face him, using his thumb to wipe the tears off your cheeks. “it took us some time to get into the routine you and i got goin’ on right now. we just gotta get back into the old one. then once tour ends, we come right back to this ol’ routine. think you can handle that?”
you sniffled, wiping your snotty nose with your sleeve as you nodded slowly. “it’s hard.”
“it is, baby. i hate it too. but we gotta do things we don’t like.” he frowned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “can daddy get a big kiss?”
there was hesitation in your eyes, clearly grumpy and unhappy with the situation. he sighed dramatically, forcing a pout on his face. “c’mon, honey. you that mad at daddy, huh? that mean you don’t love your old man, no more?”
you gasped, “daddy!” you pecked his cheek, cupping his plush cheeks with your small hands. “i still love you, daddy! i promise! i promise!”
he chuckled softly, returning the kiss and ruffling your hair. “that’s my baby.” he grinned, “now, lets get up off this dirty floor and have a lil’ snack.”
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Burning your old homework papers with Katsuki.
After school ends, of course. He disapproves greatly, but after a particularly difficult day, you want nothing more than to finally release your frustrations on something. To watch it shrivel up and burn.
He always makes sure you have supervision if you’re not feeling alright, because he knows how you’re prone to being reckless when you’re alone. He also knows the feeling all too well, the pressure of overwhelming anger and frustration that builds up and threatens to tear him apart at the seams from the inside out all the time.
As a hero, he can usually rely on his quirk to get rid of some of the stress, but he knows you don't exactly have the same liberty as him.
You send him an abrupt text one day about burning your homework, — perfect grammar, spelling, punctuation, and he immediately knows there's something wrong. Shoots you back a quick text to wait for him and shows up at your door 10 minutes later with a scowl on his face and hands shoved inside his pockets.
Doesn't ask any questions, just makes sure you know what you're doing and leads you to a safe spot.
When he's satisfied with all the safety precautions, he sparks you a carefully controlled little fire with his quirk and watches as you start dropping your papers in.
There's a certain vengeance to your movements, a distraught kind of glee in your eyes that toes on the edge of tears as you watch a part of your burdens rise up into the air as smoke. He sees your shoulders shake with some emotion a few times but just lets you get it all out of your system.
Something that you're endlessly grateful for.
Eventually you've burnt yourself out and exhausted your supply of trauma inducing paper fuel for the fire. As the fire slowly burns out and coughs up more smoke, Katsuki draws you into a tight hug by the side of your arm.
Your face is squished against his chest and you try to control your breathing to stop the tremors racking through your body, but he just, holds you through it. Doesn’t let go when your knees threaten to give up from under you, or when your nails dig moons into his skin from under his shirt when you grasp at him desperately.
There’s a hundred unanswered problems that make you want to rip your hair out and scream at the world. Have someone else acknowledge them for you so you don’t have to fix them by yourself.
But you don’t, you keep them to yourself, you hold them in like you always do, like it’s expected of you. The responsible one, the calm one, the reliable one. Anticipate, don’t complain, adjust yourself. You are so fucking sick of it.
And Katsuki still holds you through it. You have a hundred unanswered problems and he doesn’t know what they are, but he doesn’t let you go. You have a hundred unanswered problems and you keep it in, but you don’t have to keep it together. Not with him.
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Sixth Day of Gift-Giving: Sappy Sentences
Prompt: “I missed you like I never missed anyone before.”
Short and sweet and sappy with little to no plot, much uwu about nothing if you will 💕 Read the previous part of the story here (day 5 was unrelated to the on-going story)
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Warmth spread to Olli’s entire body as the two of them softened into the kiss. He felt his knees shake just a bit, probably from having been crouching by the bathtub keeping Rilla entertained during her bath, but likely also from just the sheer thrill of having Aleksi’s mouth on his once again. Combined with the adrenaline still buzzing in his veins from the silly flour fight, Olli was sure he would’ve collapsed at Aleksi’s feet like a fair maiden if Aleksi had not been holding him firmly by his hips.
Kissing Aleksi felt familiar, because it was, yet it felt entirely different than it had That One Night. There was eagerness, but no haste; desire, but no pressuring urge; craving, but this time there was no voice in Olli’s head convincing him he was wrong in submitting to this forbidden lust he had been harbouring for so long, the lust that had at last been lured out in the dark of their hotel room by two or three glasses of wine too many and eight hectic consecutive days of playing late-night shows in a different North American town every night, with radio interviews or promotional events to attend in between. Back then, Olli hadn’t even been in the mindset to really pay attention to detail, such as the gentleness of Aleksi’s touch (or maybe it had just been that much more desperate the last time) or the small sighs he let out when they broke apart to catch their breath before connecting their lips once more (although, it might as well be they simply hadn’t stopped when they had last been intimate like this, too consumed by their hunger for each other that pausing had not been an option until they’d passed out).
The one thing he did remember and which felt exactly as it had then was the softness of Aleksi’s hair at the back of his neck where Olli’s hands were currently roaming, feeling every inch, tracing the same trails they had once travelled with the fear of perhaps never being given the chance to do so ever again. It was all so lovely that it overwhelmed Olli a little and he was forced to break the kiss again, his forehead and nose still pressed against Aleksi’s as he breathed heavily, a short, somewhat incredulous laugh escaping his mouth.
He tried his best to come up with something to say, but it was as if Aleksi had inhaled all the words out of his brain. Accepting how it was, Olli laughed again, torn between kissing Aleksi once more or just enjoying the comfortable intimacy between them.
“Oh. Fuck,” Aleksi said after a while, just as Olli had made up his mind about leaning in for another kiss.
“What?” Olli asked. He had to consciously force his looming insecurities aside as to appear lighthearted, despite his heart almost skipping a beat when he saw Aleksi’s regretful wince.
“I, umm… I thought I had turned off the stove before we came here to wash Rilla but… it smells like I maybe didn’t after all?”
It was now that Aleksi mentioned it when Olli, too, could detect a faint smell of smoke, presumably coming from his kitchen.
Oh. Fuck.
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“You know what? I say we should’ve just ordered take-out in the first place,” Aleksi said with a grin, scooping the last of his dessert pudding. Olli had to agree; the three-course meal delivered to their door from Olli’s favourite restaurant downtown had been more delicious than probably anything they would’ve cooked themselves (or at least if Olli would have been contributing).
“Or gone to a restaurant, never mind the weather. Even that would’ve required less effort than…” Aleksi trailed off, glancing around the kitchen. It had taken them a good while to get the floor clean from all the flour and to air out the room to get rid of the smell of burnt food (...again) without letting too much warmth from the indoors be wasted. By the time their actually edible dinner arrived, they had barely had time to wipe sweat off their foreheads and exchange a few easy, yet still somewhat shy kisses: easy because their mouths fit together so perfectly, and shy because they still couldn’t quite believe it really was happening.
“Would you like to go to a restaurant, then? Tomorrow, for example?” Olli suggested, his cheeks suddenly feeling warmer, as if he was a teenager asking their crush out on a date for the first time.
“That would be nice, I think,” Aleksi smiled. Then he seemed to hesitate for a moment before reaching over the table to take Olli’s hand in his. The simple touch made Olli swoon. He could’ve easily spent the rest of the evening just like that, sitting by the kitchen table, holding the hand of a special someone who had only moments ago made Olli the happiest he had been in a long while by kissing him back in the bathroom (of all places), but the sounds of a little nose sniffing around behind the front door in the hallway brought them both back to earth from the pink cloud they had been floating on for the few seconds they had fondled each others fingers.
“She needs to go out soon,” Aleksi sighed. In his mind, Olli decided Aleksi would’ve rather stayed like that for a little longer as well (he wasn’t going to make a total fool of himself by asking, for goodness' sake).
“We better bundle up, then. It just started snowing.”
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Rilla didn’t seem to mind the minor blizzard, which was quite uncharacteristic of her, at least according to Aleksi. They could hardly keep up with the dachshund as she lead the way, only stopping to do her business or to poke a suspicious-looking lump of snow with her nose every now and then. Perhaps the fresh tracks left on the snow by a hare gave Rilla the extra motivation to keep going.
Then, she suddenly stopped. Maybe she had heard something the human ear was deaf to, or smelled the hare that had clearly escaped in the nearby woods and was probably watching them from the dark. Either way, it offered Olli an opportunity to slide his hands inside Aleksi’s open winter jacket to warm himself and press soft kisses to his cheek and lips, not caring if his neighbours might see them.
“I’m so happy you’re here.”
“Where else would I be?” Aleksi mumbled against Olli’s lips, making Olli want to kiss him harder (and he did).
By their feet, Rilla sat down, her brown button eyes staring intensely into the dark forest.
“I mean. I’m glad you asked me to come,” Aleksi said once they broke the kiss. “I’m not sure if I would have dared to suggest it myself.”
Olli said nothing, but kept grazing his nose against Aleksi’s cheek, leaving his lips free in case he wanted to keep talking.
“But I was… losing my mind over how much I missed you. More than I’ve ever missed anyone in my life before. It was… confusing, even.”
“I know,” Olli then responded. He knew all too well what Aleksi was talking about; missing someone who you were not supposed to be missing quite that much; longing for their company although you spent more time together than you did apart during the average year; craving for their touch of which you had only been given a mere taste before. It was baffling, to say the least – heart-wrenching, to be more exact. Some days, Olli had almost felt like carving his entire heart out of his chest and sending it to Aleksi in Helsinki, since it belonged to him anyway and would be of no use to Olli without the man near him.
“I know,” Olli repeated, for the lack of anything better to say. He doubted Aleksi would’ve found his heart-carving plans particularly romantic, so he settled for just kissing him again, soft snowfall speckling their clothes as the pines and fir trees surrounding them murmured their stories in the December breeze.
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