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pinkshampooedcows · 25 days
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In the latest chapter of my upcoming HP AO3 fic, (Chapter 3: A New Normal) i included a little easter egg of one of my favourite fanfiction series by @lilbeanz !!
It's available to read on AO3 now!
The original artwork;
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And the chapter art i used for reference:
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Bonus points if you can guess whose office it is, and what scene is being recreated!! Okay that's all for now; i return to the murky depths of google docs...
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delphi-dreamin · 5 months
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Y'all I am U N W E L L
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huberink · 8 months
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Newsletter Number Four is up! There’s a sneaky peek photo at the end for newsletter readers! Smooch!
Read the rest HERE
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fishtrouts · 6 months
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Something stirs in the dark…
A friend, perhaps?
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wrixie · 1 year
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⇢ SYLVIE | a traditional body tattoo set
2 swatches - one lighter one darker
category: upper back
DOWNLOAD
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cherryjuiceblues · 2 months
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RUGBY!HARRY SNEAK :D
It falls silent for a while, their embrace a steady rising and falling of chests—like a dingy floating down a lazy river. Harry strokes up and down her back, as though she’s the one that needs reassurance. It feels nice all the same. The only thing Y/N can do is let her weight settle atop of his hefty body, trying to breathe as deeply as her lungs can manage in hopes that Harry’s heart will mirror. 
“I’m glad you’re here,” he murmurs after a moment. The layers she’d meticulously arranged to combat the brandishing winds have untucked themselves from the denim of her jeans. Harry’s fingers slip underneath and brush against the silken skin of her waist. He sighs, speaking once more before Y/N can hum her agreement, “You’re so soft.”
The line has never been crossed but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t been toed upon. Y/N’s cheeks warm with the comfort of hiding in her best friend’s chest. The things he says always make her skin thrum with unbridled energy; there’s just something about the way he wields words that has her feeling special. Being described as soft isn’t an inherently romantic thing—it’s simply a statement—but Harry hums it so freely, like her softness is the salve for all of his cuts and scrapes. 
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campbyler · 8 months
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for a little wip thursday change of pace, here’s a sneak peek from the first of our companion fics! meet mike and will during what we’ve lovingly dubbed their “discord era” — aka, spring-early summer 2020 :-) (coming soon to an ao3 near you)
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dominimoonbeam · 6 months
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I have so many fics going... and yet...
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tricksywizard · 10 months
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You rang??
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arcadewonder · 2 years
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the home of one floral witch.
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jimmyspades · 1 month
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tmt-sketch-a-day · 2 months
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Sketch a Day 2928-Sneaky Peek- 3/9/24
Just Fizz being Fizz. Sketches for this
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jawllines · 2 months
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Here's my sneaky, now you!!!!! 😙💕
Also, I'll post this on my Harry blog @tiredinwinter once it's done. Unfortunately I can only send in asks with pics with my main 🙄
AHHHHHH EYE SPY A HOODIE SHARING MOMENT I THINK :-)) OFMORMFMFMF FIM SO EXCITED IT LOOKS SO CUTE
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HEHEHEHE
SNEAK PEEEEEK
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lesbianfakir · 6 months
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Love the idea of a post canon tma x tutu au, assuming tutu ends in 2002 making the kiddos roughly 28-29 when tma starts. Imagine you’re jonathan, barely holding your archives together and your boss hires some random guy on the spot to work as your assistant even though you HATE unknown variables and are already having problems with your other unwanted assistant. You find out he has absolutely zero qualifications for the job, in fact he writes fairytales????? Worst of all he keeps bringing his DUCK into your ARCHIVES and your boss just? Let’s him?? Not to mention the duck keeps staring at you and sometimes you swear she acts as if she can understand you. Though that’s ridiculous, it’s just a duck.
There is a duck in the archives, jon is going to have a mental breakdown, and everywhere the mysterious newcomer goes spiders seem to follow. What could go wrong? :)
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cherryjuiceblues · 4 months
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MB 5 SNEAK PEEK!
“Kneel down, f’me—that’s it.” His thumb brushes the apple of her cheek, smoothing over the skin with adoration. “Such a good girl,” he smiles, lips stretching softly. Y/N leans into his palm, gentle breaths funnelling through her nostrils and into his lap. Her body relaxes, slumping unconsciously to lean against Harry’s knees as the weight of her head begs to be supported by his thighs.
“You trust me, don’t you?” The words dance their way into Y/N’s ears, slowly; unhurried. She takes a moment to register, but when she does, she nods—movements lagging and heavy.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, unaware of her own volition—seemingly out of control but content to cling onto the feeling.
Harry’s lips quirk, top teeth rolling his bottom lip into his mouth to curb a grin. He’s missed her—this submission; the ease in which their hearts settle into when they both fulfil their respective roles. He’s unsure, right now, why Y/N is giving in tonight—when she’s been hellbent on pretending Harry’s control doesn’t smooth every worry line from her pretty face—when she’s been denying it to herself despite the truth lingering murkily between them; unacknowledged.
But he won’t question it yet, not when the opportunity lies so openly in front of him. To make her happy again, if just for an evening. To prove to himself that the issue doesn’t lie within a place he’s found himself worrying about recently—a more vain, shallow insecurity that he’s admittedly never pondered upon before.
He hums, thumb dipping lower to tease across her plush bottom lip, back up to her cheek, and down again. Y/N wants to open her mouth, tongue lingering just behind her lips evidently. She’s waiting to be told, waiting to be allowed—it stirs up something thick in Harry’s abdomen. He dips his digit past her eager mouth, pressing down on her tongue with intention. Her breath hits him heavily, a sigh of relief and of placidity.
“Just need something to suck on, I think.”
It’s a connection he’s made—like handing a lollipop to a child to make them smile—that if Y/N could permanently have him in her mouth… she probably would. Not too dissimilar to a candied treat, in her eyes. Something to concentrate on, to feel fill her mouth, to be forced to focus on her breathing and forget about the world around her.
She nods into his hand, smaller fingers trying to burrow into the skin just above his knees. He’s wearing loose athletic shorts—comfortably manspreading—the feel of his little hairs and the warmth of his body keeping Y/N tethered to the ground.
Harry covers one of her hands with his free one, squeezing gently to convey an unspoken semblance of priority. Of his desire to only do what will make her feel better. And of his appreciation of her trust; believing so deeply in him to do what’s best for her.
It’s why he feels happy to pull his thumb from Y/N’s mouth and tug the elastic waistband of his shorts down. To let his hardening cock fatten up for her, eager to guide it past her awaiting lips as he smooths over her brow.
“Precious doll. Stop thinking, yeah? Let Daddy keep you safe.”
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megpricephotography · 4 months
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Dog? What dog?
Flynn had disappeared somewhere, so I just took pics of the trees instead... nice textures on those tree trunks!
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