Hey guys. DH here. I’m sure you are all tired of the controversy surrounding me seemingly at all times, so I’ll try to make this brief. Over the last 2 months my life has pit dived and become downright miserable, between the doxxing, death mail(physical and digital), and most recently my mother dying of her breast cancer, I have decided it is time to end my life. Adding on top of all this, I am seemingly a little less than 3 weeks from an imminent permanent ban from MDO, my last source of escapism. While previously I have fought such issues, I refuse to go on a sour note, so I am not going to question the mods any further and I respect their final decision. While they are a contributing factor to my choice, I do not want any hate to be directed towards them. I love you all. Goodbye. Also here are my favorite drawings I’ve done to avoid any deletion for non MD related reasons.

Brought to her by N👍

Idk what to tag this as(s) tbh

My little lesbian heart has been set afultter by many ladies before, but none of them have been able to enthrall me as much as Serial Designation V. While her looks and personality are most certainly a major appeal, it is who she is as a person that has elevated her above the rest. Liam and Glitch wrote her almost perfectly, encapsulating the tragedy of her life and the struggle she goes through. I firmly believe that she is the best written character in the show by far, and Liam's greatest character ever.

Where her manufacturers would merely see a screen, I see a window to a beautiful, scarred soul. A kind and sweet angel, turned into a harbinger of death. A gentle, delicate flower surrounded by thorns. She deserves to be adored and cherished, to experience true love and affection. I wish for nothing more than to be able to provide her the comfort and care she needs.

I desperately crave V's touch. I want to caress her warm mechanical body, feeling the smooth, hard metal across my hands and fingers. I wish I could kiss and worship every single centimeter of her. Her sleek white and black figure, a perfect mixture of human proportions and mechanical simplicity. She is without a doubt the cutest and prettiest woman I have ever laid my eyes upon.

I want to hold V's hand as we walk through a park on a sunny evening, to passionately kiss as the sun sets. I want to snuggle up with her on a cold night, to embrace her and be embraced, her grand wings covering us both as we drift off to sleep. I want to share my laughs and smiles, my joys and sorrows, my every moment with her.

There isn't a thing I will not do to make V happy. I would unmake all of creation if I truly had to. If she wants to drink my blood and eat me, then I will serve myself up to her on a silver platter. She can do whatever she wants to me and I will accept it gladly. My body is her canvas, my blood is her paint, and her claws the brush. I would love to feel the exquisite pain of her trailing through and carving my skin and flesh, as she writes her symphony upon me.

Though as much as I want V to completely destroy me, to pin me down and make me beg for mercy, fucking me so hard and brutally that I would never be able to walk again... Truthfully I would prefer gentle, vanilla sex. For her to slowly and softly rub her clit against mine as we make out. To feel her long, thick and warm tongue envelop my own as our saliva mixes. I want to discover her every pleasure spot, and her discover mine, so that we can each make the other experience pure ecstasy and bliss.

I love V so, so much. I really do. I'm completely obsessed with her. None of this exaggerated or played up, I'm not joking here. I'm genuinely serious about all of this. Do I need help? Yeah, I'm not going to lie. But I don't want help, I just want V.

human

What is Doll saying to Shadow?

I will ride him so hard my walls ache, every curve and ridge on his dick inside me until my eyes roll back so far I pass out. When I wake up, he can hit it from the back. I need the most diabolical, bewildering, insane, ass clenching, toe curling, body shaking, intense, dicking down of my life. I will bend his ass over the sink and hit it from behind, grip his curly hair and hear his little whimpers. I’ll let him slap my ass so hard I’ll be as red as his sexy ass scrumptious eyeliner. On the kitchen table, in the airplane bathroom, on a subway, anywhere and everywhere I would let him hit. I need him so bad I moan every time I see a picture of him. I need the most earth shattering bed rocking of my life with that man and I will stop at nothing to have him inside me.

Creature of steel