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hippolotamus · 5 months

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Moodboard Monday

share a moodboard as well as a snippet from the fic it’s for! Also using this as my Tease Tidbit Tuesday.

Thanks for the tag (and game!) @gayedmundodiaz

From my unnamed Lutalia fic. Prev snippet here. NSFW snippet under the cut 😉

This Lucy can do. She’s confident about her abilities and desires in the bedroom. Or wherever she happens to be. She also recognizes Natalia believing she wants control. But Lucy knows better, knows Natalia prefers taking orders rather than giving them. That much had become clear the very first time they fucked in a single occupancy bar bathroom.

Lucy shivers, recalling how beautifully obscene Natalia looked leaning over the sink, gripping the porcelain edges while Lucy ordered her to watch in the mirror and stay quiet. The way Natalia’s perfect mouth hung open, contorted in pleasure as Lucy played with her nipple, rubbing her through damp lace panties until she came with a silent cry.

God, Nat was so good for her. So fucking obedient kneeling on the floor, eating her out while Lucy held her loosely by a handful of unruly curls.

It was possibly the closest thing Lucy ever had to a religious experience and what made her seek Natalia out again and again until they agreed to exclusively fuck each other.

no pressure tagging @thewolvesof1998 @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @wikiangela @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @stereopticons @elvensorceress @giddyupbuck @monsterrae1 @spagheddiediaz @spotsandsocks @chaosandwolves @wildlife4life @heartshapedvows @loserdiaz @your-catfish-friend @statueinthestone @buddierights @hoodie-buck @the-likesofus @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @eowon @honestlydarkprincess @spaceprincessem @pirrusstuff @jesuisici33 @apothecarose @watchyourbuck @weewootruck @exhuastedpigeon @underwater-ninja-13 @messyhairdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @jamespearce9-1-1 @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @callmenewbie @vanillahigh00 and anyone else who wants to share

#moodboard monday #tease tidbit tuesday #lutalia fic #lutalia #hippo writes #i’m very nervous about this snippet #please clap because i went through with posting it

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buddieswhvre · 1 month

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MOODBOARD MONDAY

So this is my first time making a moodboard lol and this one's for the fic that is inspired by the novel "Kaleidoscope of death"

#buck and eddie #buck x eddie #evan buck buckely #911 abc #buddie #eddie diaz #9 1 1 fanfiction #911 fanfic #911 fandom #buddie fanfic #moodboard #moodboard monday #aka me projecting buddie in every series i find #angst with a happy ending

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thesweetnessofspring · 1 month

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A Monday Moodboard for Roses and Pearls.

@louezem sent me into a spiral when she sent me photos of a dress Rosalia would have worn to her and Peeta's wedding. Which led to me making this moodboard/what Rosalia's pinterest account would look like as she planned the wedding. I was going for opulence, class, pink, and of course, LOTS of roses. Thankfully this moodboard never became a reality!

#roses and pearls #moodboard monday #moodboard #my pinterest suggestions are all now pink wedding stuff lol

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band--psycho · 11 months

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Moodboard Monday!!!

Negan x Reader- Her Saviour

A huge thanks to @little-diable who took the time to create this beautiful moodboard for my new challenge!

I hope you all love this story as much as I loved writing it! 💛

Negans POV

I knew this was a risky plan, a potentially terrible one, especially given the fact that this stormy weather was showing no signs of letting up any time soon and it was getting darker with every second that passed.

But I had to do it, despite the risks.

I couldn’t leave another person I cared about…I loved to turn into a Walker.

I knew Y/n was probably dead, given the wreck that was left of her community and the Walkers that surrounded it, and that broke what small remainder was left of my heart, but I had to see it for myself….I had to know for sure.

The only thing that gave me the smallest amount of hope that she was alive was that I knew she was a badass fighter, I’ve seen her fight more than once and she was entirely capable of taking on multiple Walkers at once.

That was where it started for us, I saw her fighting and knew instantly I wanted her to join my growing community. We had a handful of good fighters left after a flu wiped out practically half of our community.

We needed her.

And her people.

I’d tried so many times to persuade her and her people to come and join us; they didn’t have much in the way of supplies but she and her community could join mine…obviously, our communities joining together was no longer possible, but Y/n joining us wasn’t completely impossible…not yet.

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Third Person POV

Negan wasn’t even sure what he saw was real.

He wasn’t sure that she was real.

It was Y/n.

His Y/n.

Her legs were tucked up to chest, her arms wrapped around her legs as though shielding herself from the world.

He did not waste a second on rushing over to her, kneeling infront of her with fear and worry in his eyes.

He had no idea how long she’d been out here in this storm but she was freezing and her clothes were soaked.

“Y/n?” He whispered, his eyes quickly analysed her skin for any type of bite mark.

Thankfully there were none.

Now he just needed to get her someone safe and dry, that was his priority.

“Y/n?” He repeated, shaking her shoulder lightly, desperate for any type of acknowledgment from her.

But she didn’t move. Not even slightly.

She didn’t acknowledge him at all.

Negan was going to say something before he heard multiple growls from behind him.

They were running out of time.

Negan didn’t beg, not for anything, not anymore, but he couldn’t stop the plea that fell from his lips, “Sweetheart, come on you’ve gotta get up.”

Still nothing.

It was as though Y/n was in a completely different universe, unaware of what was happening around her.

He couldn’t help but wonder about what would have happened if he wasn’t here right now, if he’d arrived five minutes later, would she have fought against the walker’s approaching, or would she have just stayed sat where she was and let them tear her apart.

But one thing was for sure, the latter option wasn’t happening.

Not when he was here.

He wasn’t leaving her.

“Dammit, sweetheart,” he sighed, pressing his forehead against hers as he grabbed his bat that he’d placed next to her, before turning his attention to the walkers behind him.

There were about half a dozen of them; all of which he dealt with quite quickly but still just when he turned around all he saw was Y/n sat still, frozen to the spot.

They were running out of time, the sky was getting darker, the rain was getting heavier and every second they stayed out here in this forest put them in danger.

He needed to get her out of here.

“Baby…baby, please, come on,” he begged, hooking his finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“What’s the point?”

That one sentence was enough to make his heart ache.

He saw her lips say the words he just heard, but her voice was so broken, filled with nothing but pain and grief.

“You can’t stay here,” Negan stated softly; he didn’t want to pick her up and carry her out of this forest, it was risky, if they stumbled across a group of walkers they’d be done for.

But he’d do it, if it meant that there was even the smallest of possibilities that she would survive.

“Why?”

Her words caught Negan off guard.

He knew the pain she was going through; the people at her community were her family, her friends, the people she’d grown to care for. The people she wanted to protect. The community she fought so hard to protect so many times.

“There’s nothing here for me now, everyone I cared about….they..they’re gone,” she whimpered, feeling the tears she’d been holding in, fall from her eyes.

She was broken.

Her heart was broken.

He could see that.

And he wished that he could give her the time she needed to grieve, but he couldn’t, not right now.

“I’m still here,” he whispered, placing his hand on top of hers.

He knew his words probably didn’t mean much to her right now, but it was the only thing that he could think of saying.

But his words must’ve resonated with Y/n somehow, because for the first time since he’d found her, she moved; she flipped her hand over and intertwined their fingers together.

That was all Negan needed.

And with that, he rose to his feet, gently pulling her up with him.

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Y/ns POV

I don’t remember falling asleep; if anything sleep was what I was trying to avoid, for this exact reason.

Nightmares.

Memories.

Memories that turned into nightmares.

It took me a while to remember where I was and everything that happened yesterday.

My home. My people. My community. Gone.

Negan found me; saved me from a group of walkers and myself.

He got me here. Wherever here is. It looked like an abandoned factory; from the room I was sitting in.

“Mornin’, darlin’,” my savior greeted me as he walked into the room, the light shining on him as he walked past one of the broken windows at the other side of the room.

“Negan?” I asked, the surprise clear in my voice as I sat up on the cold, damp floor.

“The one and only, sweetheart,” he smiled, walking over to me before sitting down infront of me,

His damn smile.

It made my numb heart feel. Feel something that I thought would be impossible for it to feel especially during the apocalypse.

“You’re still here?”

I still couldn’t quite believe that he was still here, after last night, I thought he would have left by now, to get back to his community.

“Where else would I be?”

It was such a simple question and I had a just as simple answer, not here. He should have been with his community.

He obviously knew what I was going to say before the words left my mouth; their leader had just died and Negan was the one who was now looking out for his people.

He should have been with them.

Not here with me.

“They’ll be fine for a day or two,” Negan assured me before sitting down opposite me, placing his bat down next to him, “I’m more worried about you,”

I knew he was. And I hated it. I hated having people worry about me.

“What happened out there, sweetheart?”

There it was.

The question I was waiting for.

The truth was, I didn’t want to die, but yesterday, I didn’t really want to be alive either.

I’d just seen everyone I cared about, besides Negan, get torn apart or bit; my home was all but destroyed and I was left how I started the apocalypse, alone.

“You could have died,”

“I know,”

it was all I could say. All I could think to say. I knew he was mad; mad that I had put myself in danger like that but I also knew him well enough to know that he understood what I was feeling.

And that’s why despite his anger, the main emotion I saw in his eyes was worry.

“Y/n-“

I didn’t give him a chance to finish what he was going to say; all I needed right now was an answer to a question that had been playing on my mind since I left the forest yesterday, “Why did you save me?”

We’d never spoken about what we were; it all started when he tried to recruit me and my community, then it changed. Slightly.

I’d lie to my people, only a small lie, I’d say I was out on a run which wasn’t untrue, they were just with him l, he told me he did the same.

And it continued from there.

We were something more than ‘just friends’, but I’d never asked what we were; at the time it didn’t matter, but now I wanted to know. I needed to know why he risked his life like that to save me, why he didn’t just leave me there, like most people would’ve.

I hadn’t realised how close he was until I felt his hands on my cheek.

“Isn’t it obvious by now, baby?” He whispered, leaning in close until his lips ghosted over mine.

“I love you,” he confessed; I thought I’d heard him wrong at first until he repeated those three words.

I love you.

He loved me?

Negan could obviously see the questions forming in my mind and answered the question I hadn’t yet asked.

How? Why? When did he start getting these feelings?

“It was instinctive, the way I fell for you, like an effortless intake of breath from the first moment I saw you, I fell,”

My heart swelled at his admission as my mind tried to work out what I could say to him.

I didn’t know what to say; I knew he cared about me but love?

I never thought that he…that he would feel the same way I did.

That he would love me.

My thoughts froze when I heard a small chuckle fall from his lips, his breath mingling with my own before he closed the small distance between our lips.

We’d kissed before.

So many times.

Small pecks, teasing kisses, rough make out sessions, there were so many ways we’d kissed before and I can’t explain how or why, but this kiss was different.

It felt different than any of the others we’d shared.

And even though this kiss was soft it was just as passionate and felt better than all of our other kisses put together.

I didn’t want the moment to end.

I wanted to freeze time, here, with just me and him, in our own perfect sanctuary.

“What happens now?” I breathed, as our lips parted, despite the fact I was already pretty certain of his answer.

Another chuckle slipped past his lips before he hooked his finger under my chin, “I could be all poetic and shit and say we’ll watch the death of the sun together..”

As if in cue the sunlight that had been flooding through the window slowly began to disappear as a dark cloud crossed in front of it.

“But I could also just say, I want you to be with me, for as long as I possibly can be ,”

I couldn’t stop a small smile from forming on my face nor could I stop the way my heart slipped at his words.

“I want that too,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around the back of my neck, terrified that somehow I may have fooled myself into believing this was real when in reality it was just a dream, terrified that if I let go he would vanish. But as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close I realised that this was reality, and I noticed how safe I felt in his arms, he felt like home.

Tagging:

@impala1967dwinchester @xacatalepsyx @thaliastregona @book-dragon03 @bookworm1767 @munsinner @mrsnegan @jdmsgal @howlingmadlady @https-lorna @wheelerdixon @bestbitchsstuff @cherryheartssblog @darkdevasofdestruction

#negan x reader #negan imagines #negan imagine #negan twd #twd imagines #twd imagine #twd x reader #the walking dead negan #twd negan #moodboard monday

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indecentpause · 2 months

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Moodboard Monday

is that still a thing? was it ever a thing? oh well it's a thing now

here is Meara in pink from The Most Beautiful Puzzle

this is more a representation of his inner thoughts and workings, rather than his outer appearance or actions. anyway I love him

you can read the first three chapters here:

Wattpad

Ao3

chapter four goes up tomorrow!

Current taglist: @abalonetea @only-book-lovers-left-alive @poore-choice-of-words @leadhelmetcosmonaut @jasperygrace @drippingmoon @athenswrites @magic-is-something-we-create @idreamonpaper @winterandwords @thelaughingstag @revenantlore

#moodboard #writeblr #moodboard monday #pink #meara ryanne #the most beautiful puzzle #sheraton academy #sheraton academy au

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proship-pokespe · 26 days

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Fearowshipping (Bill x Green (f)) for Anon! I went with themes of flight and the colors pink, blue, and brown.

#mod 👁️‍🗨️#moodboard monday #proship safe #proshippers please interact #antis dni #antishippers dni #pokespe #pokemon special #trainer green #trainer bill #FearowShipping

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stranger-themes-blog · 10 months

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Weekly Schedule for Chrissy Month! 📣

Monday: Moodboard Monday

Mondays are for cute, aesthetic moodboards with themes that remind us of Chrissy

Tuesday: Trivia Tuesday

Fun facts about Chrissy and Grace Van Dien

Wednesday: Wingman Wednesday

Wednesdays we talk about all the Chrissy Ships

Thursday: Thoughtful Thursday

Thursdays we share positive thoughts about Chrissy's Character, and things that remind us of her

Friday: Fan Fiction Friday

We talk about Fan Fiction where Chrissy is a main or supporting character

You are welcome to participate in any days you'd like, with any positive Chrissy content you want.

Tag @stranger-themes-blog if you'd like reblogs

#stranger themes #stranger things #character of the month #chrissy cunningham #moodboard Monday #trivia tuesday #wingman wednesday #thoughtful Thursday #fan fiction Friday #hellcheer #cheerscoops #calicheer #buckingham #pompompistol #cheerdelight

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bluberimufim · 5 months

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Moodboard Monday

It's Thursday. Who cares. Rules were made to be broken.

I was tagged by @fleurtygurl (right here). I'm gonna do this for "Devourer of Souls", my current WIP, for which I happen to have a pinterest board!

So:

Only somewhat a good overview of the vibes. But I enjoyed it!

I want to very gently tag @macabremoons @cheeto-flavoured-pasta and @pumpkinsplots bc I kinda wanna see the results

#writeblr #my wips #moodboard #moodboard monday #technically not writing #tag game #devourer of souls wip

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band--psycho · 11 months

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Moodboard Monday!!

James Potter x Reader- Sunset Conversations

A huge thank you to my amazing friend @xacatalepsyx ; who created this masterpiece of a moodboard for my new moodboard writing challenge!

I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

Warnings: Horrible parents, disowning, pureblood prejudice

I’m in love with an idiot.

That was all I could think to myself as I watched James Potter singing at the top of his lungs to the latest number one of the muggle world.

Sirius and James had been taking it in turns to sing muggle songs to try and settle the argument they were having over who the best singer was.

So naturally, the only way for them to settle the argument was to have a sing-off.

They were taking it very seriously, I could've stopped them, told them that they were both awful singers, but it was entertaining and quite funny to watch them battle it out; and merlin knew I needed something to make me smile today.

“So,” Lily began sitting down next to me, “how did the date go?”

Ah.

The date.

I’d been trying really hard to forget about the date that had taken up most of my afternoon.

It wasn’t a date I wanted to go on, especially given who it was.

Lucius Malfoy.

Neither of us really had much say in the matter, my family had arranged it with his; I think my parents were hoping that the date would go well and I’d somehow fall back in line with the traditions of our family.

Pure blood mania.

They were a nightmare.

They hated pretty much everything about me, what I was interested in, who my friends were, what I wanted to do when I left Hogwarts.

I think Lucius was their last attempt to pull me back in; not that that would ever work.

But still, angering my parents a few weeks before the holidays was not something I wanted to do either.

So, I went on the date.

I was polite; until Lucius started badmouthing my friends and telling me that what I wanted for my life was only influenced by them.

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“You’re friends with a Muggleborn” the disgust was evident in his voice.

Merlin I wanted to punch him; if we hadn’t have been in a crowded bar I probably would’ve,“Her name is Lily, and yes I am,”

Lily was one of my closest friends. And I, unlike the rest of my house and family, didn’t care that she was muggleborn.

“Can you not see why your parents are concerned about you?”

Concerned? About me? No. They’d never been concerned about; what they were concerned about was their image and how I was ‘damaging’ it.

“Because I have friends?”

“The wrong type of friends,” he whispered venomously; as though I’d somehow offended him. And although that was not my internet, it did give me a lot of satisfaction.

“As opposed to?”

“Having friends of your class,”

“Sirius Black is of a higher class than me or my family,”

I could see a little vein on the side of Lucius’ forehead that looked like it was about to burst in his anger, “Sirius Black is a traitor and a disappointment to his family,”

Well that makes two of us.

That is why I am friends with the marauders, Lily and Marlene, because of Sirius Black.

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I hadn’t told my friends who the date was with; but I did tell them that my parents had arranged it for me.

“That bad?” Lily asked, obviously noticing the look on my face as the memories flags he’d through my mind.

“It was awful,” I stated, trying to force the memory out of my mind once again, “I guess I’m just old school, I still like flowers and real dates, not arranged ones with people I don’t even like,”

I felt Lily's hands wrap around me as she pulled me into a hug.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered; she was my closest friend, she knew all of the drama that went on between my parents and I. And I knew she felt guilty because she thought she was the cause of it, which she wasn’t.

My parents weren’t nice people.

That’s what it came down to.

Nothing to do with her, or me, or anyone else, just them.

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I needed space; some time away from the castle, away from my friends, so that I could think.

The forest wasn’t exactly the safest place to be, I knew that, but I just needed some time.

You are not our daughter

The words from the howler my parents sent me this morning played on my mind like an annoying song I couldn’t get out of my head.

I should’ve been relieved.

I should’ve been happy.

My parents weren’t good people.

But, they were the only family I had.

I think somewhere in my heart I had hoped that they would change, maybe that’s why their words stung so much.

“What’s wrong?” I heard a familiar voice ask; snapping me out of my thoughts and halting my steps.

When I turned around, I saw the one and only James Potter standing behind me, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in concern.

Lily must've told him I was here; she was the only person I had seen today; she was the only person who could've noticed that something was wrong.

“Nothing, I'm fine,” I smiled. Of course it was a fake smile, and I was hoping James didn’t notice that.

But of course he did, “you’re a terrible liar,”

“I just needed some space,” I answered simply. It was a vague answer. I knew that; but right now I really didn’t want to have a conversation about how awful my family was.

“Come with me,” he said softly, offering his hand to me.

“James-”

James stepped closer towards me before I could finish my sentence, capturing my hand in his,“I know somewhere safer than the forest for you to have some space.”

And with his fingers intertwined with mine, he left me out of the forest and to a place I was sure only he knew of.

It was an abandoned house with a little ladder next to it that led up to the roof.

“After you,” he whispered, letting go of my hand so I could climb the ladder.

When I reached the top of the roof I sat there; taking in the view.

I could see why he liked it here.

It was quiet, peaceful and beautiful.

Especially in this moment as the sun was setting; transforming the once blue sky into an intense assortment of orange, yellow, pink and purple.

The view from up here was absolutely breathtaking; it almost made me forget why I was up here to begin with; that was until I felt James sit down next to me.

“I’m here,” he murmured, his hazel eyes meeting my own, squeezing my hand lightly, “you can talk to me or not, but I am here for you, always.”

I remained silent for a few moments, my brain processing what he said.

“I’ll give you your space,” he continued, giving my hand a final squeeze before beginning to stand up.

“I got a howler from my parents today,” I said; making James sit back down where he originally was.

“I see,” James began, his hand returning to mine once again, his thumb rubbing small circles onto the back of my hand, “what did they say?”

“Long and short of it is that I’m not the person my parents wanted me to be,” I was surprised by the way my voice cracked as the words left my lips; I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down and stop myself from breaking, “they hate the subjects I’ve chosen to study, my plans for the future, the people I associate myself with…they hate who I am,”

“Then they’re idiots,” I could see the anger from what parents had said burning in his eyes; though his voice remained soft.

“Y/n/n,” he whispered; placing his other hand on my cheek; I couldn’t help but lean into his delicate touch, “you are you,”

A smile formed on his lips as he said those words; the type that made the butterflies in my stomach swarm like crazy.

“And that is nothing short of amazing,” he continued, as his thumb moved down my cheek to my chin, pulling my face closer to his so that our noses were touching.

“We should be getting back to the castle,” I mumbled, mentally cursing myself as soon as the words left my lips.

But it was getting late; the once beautifully coloured sky was now darkening and the last thing I wanted was for James to get into trouble because of me.

“We should,” he agreed with a small smirk, before he closed the distance between our lips.

It took my mind a second to catch up to what was happening; James Potter was kissing me.

It sounded like a dream.

It felt like a dream.

But as I began kissing him back, my lips molding effortlessly against his own, I realised kissing him was much better than any dream I could muster.

I had to fight back a small whine when I felt the coldness of the air on my lips rather than the warmth of James’ lips.

“Now we can go back,” He chuckled, his thumb ghosting over my bottom lip.

It didn’t take long before we were both on our way back to Hogwarts; our hands intertwined just as they were when we arrived at the abandoned house.

“Remember what I said, darling,” he started, catching me off guard with the little nickname at the end of his sentence, “I’m here for you, always,”

“Thank you,” I said, not knowing what else to say. In the course of a few hours James had turned one of the worst days of my life into the best. Just a simple thank you didn’t seem anywhere near enough, but they were the only words that I could think of.

He smiled at me again, the same smile that made the butterflies in my stomach swarm when we were sat upon that rooftop.

“You don’t need to thank me, love, I would do anything to see you smile,” he breathed, as he leaned in to capture my lips in another kiss, “Now, I’ve gotta go otherwise I’m never gonna leave you.”

And with that we bid one another goodnight; I didn’t think today was going to end like this; with me happy, and it was all because of James Fleamont Potter.

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#james potter #james potter imagine #james potter imagines #moodboard monday #marauders era imagine #marauders era x reader #marauders era imagines #james potter marauders #marauders james potter

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indecentpause · 2 months

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Moodboard Monday

Josselin in yellow, from The Most Beautiful Puzzle. his orange kitty, Grandpa, is a little old man, but this could have been him as a lil kitten :3 yellow has always been Josselin's favorite color, it's soft but bright like he is<333

you can read up through chapter five on Ao3

or Wattpad

chapter six goes up tomorrow!

#writeblr #moodboard monday #moodboard #yellow #the most beautiful puzzle #sheraton academy #sheraton academy au #josselin clearwater

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