#thx for liking my moodboard <3
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✨✨✨Morning/afternoon/evening delivery 4 one AMAZING Hotcat37!! :D
*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*
(looks like todays packages come with a little story,isn’t that adorable :3) 4 the Bo(jan)2 one every photo is like a little memory,the tree where they would always make out at when they’d both run off into the woods when they were tired of the things that come with newfound fame,the cake Bojan (tried) 2 make 4 Jan’s birthday which he ALMOST burnt down the kitchen over,the bouquets of white tulips that Jan got 4 him N Bojan’s first valentines together (N the condom heart Bojci made as a surprise 4 later that night) the picture of two foxes Jan took when he hanging out in the woods that reminded him of them,that time they went on a animal sanctuary date N found a black cat N golden retriever duo which Bojan BEGGED Jan 2 adopt but they couldn’t cuz of how damn expensive it was 2 even GET the two (they do come back 2 see the duo tho sometimes :3)
The Bojere one on the other hand is just a fic idea that popped into my head at some ungodly hour last night,story goes:Jere finally finds time 2 stay in Slovenia 4 a couple of weeks 2 see his man soo Bojan takes him out on a icecream date + a lil stroll in Ljubljana’s flower field’s,one thing leads 2 another N they end making out then going at it in one of the most romantic spots in the country (stargazing as aftercare cuz who wouldn’t want that ☺️)
That is all,luv ya✨✨✨✨✨
EEEEE I LOVE HOW U PUT LITTLE STORIES WITH EACH MOODBOARD
okay, Bo(jan)²: I love the soft vibe to this board and the pic with the heart tree rlly stood out to me. Also ofc they're ouppy/kitty coded <3 🐕🐈⬛ I rlly enjoy the fact that it's all little memories they have together and you obviously put a lot of thought into it!! The cake too agh :") Honestly Bojan/Jan is so underrated so I'm happy to see some content of them <3
Bojere: I LOOOVE the pink and the lill fic idea behind it!! The Pikachus are...quite telling 👀😳 But then the gorgeous flower fields and the shooting stars and the softness to this whole board <33 God I love Bojere sm they're so sweet together. Also stargazing as aftercare so true 💕💕
Thx sm for blessing me with these! :D 💞
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My dearest audience~! Are you ready for the next act?
Heyhey! I'm a silly little fictionkin on the interwebs, i think you can tell who my id is...
names: Lace, Star, and of course, Shadow Milk (or Shadow)
prns: They/It/Lace/Dough/Jest/Fool/Sin/Goof (and other neos but im fitting w/ the theme shh)
Not ok w/ doubles, thx. Have a nice day if you fit that criteria, tho <3
No set dni but i block freely, i am a minor though.
Cookie run brainrot hitting hard lmaoooooo
i swear like a sailor
im very anxious and paranoid so use tonetags w/ me and maybe dont dm unless u really wanna talk (or we're close)
ehh theres probs more things im forgetting
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Dart Throw ; Reblogs
Breath of Fire ; Self indulgent things (Moodboards/Stimboards, icons, etc etc)
Circus Ball Roll ; Kin rambles
Ring of Fire ; Things ive requested/asked
Congratulations! ; Answering the ask box
#shadow milk cookie kin#shadow milk cookiekin#cookie run kin#cookie run kingdom kin#fictionkin#intro
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heyo! i’d like to joint your mood board game
1. bd, she/her, ♍️
2.future spouse, he/him
3. i’ve reblogged everything on my astro/tarot account @astroho3 <3
i’m new here, but you seem to be very sweet and fond of second chances. many ppl that do these readings/activities don’t even acknowledge those that have submitted requests inadequately, but you’re reminding them, which i think is cool!
thxs for your time + energy 💋
HI LOVE, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PARTICIPATING 🧡
Sweet. Yes I’m pretty merciful so I’m glad you recognize that 😌
HERE'S YOUR MOODBOARD:
I HOPE YOU'LL LIKE IT. PLEASE LEAVE A FEEDBACK IN MY ASK BOX!
Book your personal reading now!
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#crystaldivination#❦ Crystal answered#moodboard game#game 002#relationship with your future spouse/partner#blklxry#free readings#intuitive readings#tarot reading#tarotcommunity#free tarot readings#free intuitive readings
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hii <3 i would like a mb of my big 3 please.
scorpio sun taurus rising pisces moon. thankss
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hi hello hello! if u wouldnt mind, id love to request a moodboard for a house sparrow kin! id love for it to include indoor play area stuff, soft pretzels, and other mall stuff becuz i lived in a mall!! no pictures of dead malls or abandoned malls though plz those make me so so so so sad :<
thx a lot! :>
Hiii!!! Your moodboard is queued! From one bird to another, I tried my best and hope you like it!! <3
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hey, if youre not too swamped, can i req a moodboard for harmony from splatoon 3? maybe with like some star glitter in there somewhere. or orbeez. maybe some paint since i did turf wars? idk im just tossin shit out there
also, i know you dont do playlists for this source but do you have any song recs? my playlist is kinda sparse rn. no big tho, just if anything comes to mind.
thx pearl, yr fresh as hell 🦑🩷
Done! You can find it here!
As for song recs I regret to say I don't have any on me, sorry :[
Hope I did ya justice and let me know if you'd like anything changed, as I'd be more than happy to fix it
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9, 10, 17, 18, and then 19 is like ,,,, idk what the question is but something about how your work represents you personally / putting yourself into it / your personal interpretations of whatever your work is based off of. hopefully this makes sense <333 i've just noticed that the content you make very much aligns with who you are as a person
thx u thx u my beloved friendo 💕💞💘
9 / 10 / 17: already answered!
18. Why do you create? This can be why you started, why you continue (or both), or however you choose to interpret it.
i very early on started just to make fictional chats get moodboards and then my brother taught me how to gif and then … as in once the panini hit us all and i didn’t get to work for some time, i needed a bigger (visually) creative outlet and editing (especially gfx) have become a great one for me! now i just do it to pass the time / have something to create on my own most of the time away from work / without the restrictions that come from creatively creating for and with other people. ☺️
19: How my work connects to myself (basically)?
i would say these days what i create visually for myself is very much in line with who i am (hopefully dhhdjdjdj not to sound conceited). the colours i usually choose are very much those i very much enjoy (not a fan of too dark and too overall vibrant) and i can’t find the energy or inspiration to edit something i don’t like or would enjoy putting time and effort into, so i generally only edit what and who i enjoy looking at and what or who i enjoy spending time on. a lot of my music choices reflect my character very well and since my edits combine music with other mediums i love or relate to, i think that’s why it hopefully feels like me <3
creator asks!
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Hiiiii we once again got into the same show and same ship(s) !!! I hope you're doing well 💓
hi! nice to hear from you! how are you? oh which show? haha i have so many, and the same ships! that's hilarious! we must have good taste. I am up late watching movies and writing, so far, so good!
#crazychicke#replied#koriginaladdict#omg you love polin!#mutuals#thx for liking my moodboard <3#are you watching the bridgerton family tiktoks - they are great!#bridgerton moodboards#bridgertonedit
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heyy !! i wanna know if u like fairycore ? it's a random question but i would love to see some fairycore posts <3
I love fairycore!! Thx for the suggestion, I'll make sure to make that my next moodboard! :) <3
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For the Title game, could you tell me more about "Nowhere Town"? Plx n thx <3
Of course! Thank you for the ask!
Nowhere Town is a complicated one because I've had it for quite a few years now and while most of the core elements and overall vibes have stayed the same lately, I'm always making small changes that make it hard to summarize or formally introduce, but it's one of my favourites to reference or quote or make aesthetic content for or the like (like this post and this one), so I always want to talk about it, but context, what's that?
The *messy* basics of this current incarnation are (small details subject to change):
There's a small town in the middle of the desert where people go to disappear, sometimes intentionally... and sometimes not. And when an investigative journalist on the trail of a missing person's case rolls up to the old, rundown motel in the center of it, she discovers the place holds a lot more secrets than she thought.
Secrets like why technology doesn’t seem to work out there, no phones, no TVs, no radio... except one station run by the charismatic cult leader on the edge of town, who claims to be receiving messages from angels.
Secrets like the "mayor," who no one refers to as such but who seems to command respect and authority wherever he goes despite being only a young... and at times visibly troubled man.
Secrets like the abandoned church littered with photos of people who have never been seen again.
Secrets like why she feels like she's being watched in her dreams.
And secrets like why more than one of townspeople have told her it's the end of the world, and that she was brought here for a reason.
Bonus for this WIP, you get one of the two moodboards I’ve had in my drafts for 3-4 years:
As you can see, this also includes my specialty of receiving strange messages through old tech because I can’t be stopped <3
#ask game#writing#writeblr#WIP title game#writeblr ask game#ask#my writing#I like my other Moodboard better but it’s got artbreeder faces and one character has changed and I haven’t found a suitable replacement pic#the main take away is: Southwest gothic to the Max#Fun Fact about this WIP: Was originally blatantly the plot of the Sims 2 GBA game#it’s one of my wips that has grown and changed the most#image description in alt text
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in reference to this post, here's my dabihawks love child oc
I'll be using multiple picrews to introduce her and compile all the links I've used at the end, in order of usage for better navigation (i edited some for her eyes). this is gonna be a long post lol rip ur screens
Name: Takami Hidori
Birthday: May 5 (Taurus)
Age: 23
Height: 5'8 ft (roughly 173 cm)
Quirk: Phoenix from the Ashes
I'll start her introduction with a story- I didn't plan her name. On the search for the characters that could translate to phoenix, I stumbled upon hinotori (火の鳥) (after rejecting houhou 鳳凰 out of fear I use it incorrectly/had little knowledge on its usage). I rlly liked hinotori and planned to just use that despite being kinda long, but when copying the characters I accidentally erased the "no" and we're left with Hidori, which is much catchier and literally just means fire bird. i think someone's alr taken this name for their oc- im sorry idek if im right- but my oc is completely unrelated to theirs, if so!!!
Hidori's quirk is powerful, and her eyes symbolize the way Dabi's and Hawks' quirk harmonizes in hers. She inherited Hawks' wings, as well as his telepathic control over them (tho she's not as in sync with said telepathic powers over her feathers as her father, but still). Her bird instincts are kinda watered down tho, and it's mostly just in how her wings either harden (like knives) or soften (like how feathers are supposed to be) depending on her mood. She also inherited Dabi's fire- she can control it, unlike her emitter type dad; she can control the fire's path, strength and can put it out
When she was small, Dabi and Hawks had panicked when she showed signs of inheriting Dabi's fire. Dabi, especially, was scared of their child getting hurt by her power but a trip to the doctor's informed them that while Dabi didn't inherit Endeavor's more fireproof constitution, Hidori did, albeit it's still recessive and only won because Hawks lacked emitter-resistance genes. The doctor promised her body could handle it, and had enough resistance to handle even second degree burns without harm. Dabi still insisted on getting her blockers until she was at least in middle school and Hawks agreed
The biggest kicker of Hidori's quirk is how she got the name. Unlike Hawks who needs a week at most to recuperate from the loss of feathers, Hidori can regenerate up to three times in a single row by burning her wings and letting new feathers grow. Another trip to the doctor's confirmed that this was what her quirk thought was best when combining both of her fathers' quirks and no, neither the Takamis nor the Todorokis have a regeneration quirk in their near family tree
Her best friend (who claims to not be friends in a Bakugo reminiscent way) is Miruko and Shigaraki's child- Seiko. This picture was instigated by Hawks ofc. Hidori barely remembers anymore but apparently she had insisted on wearing the suit if she and Seiko ever got married, and Seiko had even agreed
Seiko inherited most of his mother's traits, and that included her height. By high school, Hidori was alr a head taller than him. Which was fine, he didn't sulk too much about it, he even rides Hidori's back sometimes and calls her a giant... dog. Like best friends do (ill def make another post for seiko lol)
Hidori cuts her hair on impulse one time- during a much due but constantly put off identity crisis. Her fathers let her do as she pleased ofc, Hawks even asked if she wanted to try out dyeing it when they went to the salon (she declined, bc she liked looking like the taller version of Hawks, but he didn't need to know that)
More about her:
- She is very dependable, but at the same time reckless. Sociable, but somewhat closed off. She's all of the best and worst of her fathers lmao
- She is pansexual and genderfluid, fine with any pronouns. She got top surgery later in her life too
- She is an underground hero. Both of her fathers tried to keep her away from anything related to heroism but when she persisted, they supported her
- She got Dabi's stubbornness and Hawks' natural charm, she's a menace when she wants something
- She is spoiled by the Todorokis. Shoto in particular used to steal Endeavor's credit card and buy her ice cream when she was small
- Speaking of, Endeavor really really likes her (he was closed off when he learned about Hawks and Dabi but warmed up to his grandchild soon after). Her dads make sure Endeavor gets as little time with her as possible tho
- She has plenty of aunts and uncles from UA bc of Shoto insisting she gets dropped off when he was still studying. Even now when they've graduated and are heroes, Hidori still receives a ton of envelopes in new years and her birthday
- She's a UA graduate herself, top of her class and class pres
- Tokoyami mentored her during a few work studies!!
- She used to get easily motionsick when she first started flying, but it thankfully got less intense when she started training
- She plays the guitar, often too
- She likes photography, catch her insta looking straight out of a Pinterest moodboard
- Her hair used to be such a mess esp since neither of her dads knew what they were doing. they're naturally curly, but when she grew it out it got less curly due to gravity (true story lmao)
- She used to model. Key words are used to (yes it was for the Bakugos leave me alone)
- She can't stand the cold, she and Hawks uses Dabi as a portable heater during winter
- Auntie Rumi loves to team up with her, if only bc her own child reminds her too much of herself
- She went through the seven stages of cringe grief during her teen years and no i will not elaborate
- She is very artistic, and in her days off work she paints- bc ofc she bought a studio for her art the first chance she got
i am out of thoughts but yea that's Hidori! I'll probably make skits w how dabihawks are like as parents lmao but that's all for now, thx for readin
(picrew 1) (picrew 2) (picrew 3) (picrew 4) (picrew 5) (picrew 6) (picrew 7) (picrew 8)
#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#dabi#hawks#dabihawks#love child#dabihawks lovechild#oc#original character#bnha oc#mha oc#picrew#todoroki touya#takami keigo#toukei#hotwings#hotwings bnha#takami hidori#au#boku no hero oc
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Love and Other Drugs
or, 5k of new bf harry
moodboard/inspo tag + my masterlist
sum - yacht parties are cool and all, but harry really just wants to spend more time with his girl
warnings - alcohol (have I even written a fic where both mc’s are sober the whole time yet lmao), light sexy stuff (lil bit of ch*king k*nk if you squint), swearing probably, harry being a little shit, fluff to the maxxxxx
notes - good lord, this fic has been the absolute death of me. I stg, murphy’s law is real. anyways, the driving home scene is completely inspired by real life events that once made me swoon, but now I am lonely and so so tired so pls be nice to me thx much love <3
“Hold still!”
Harry whined and craned his neck away from his girlfriend’s hand, but he wasn’t able to go far with his back flush against the car door. “No baby, we’re already late!”
“But you’ve got jam on you!” Y/N cried. She reached her fingers up to rub the reddish marks off of his face, but, once again, he turned his head away like a stubborn child. “And we wouldn’t have been late if you hadn’t spent two hours combing your hair.”
“S not jam, it’s lipstick,” He insisted, deliberately ignoring her second (valid) point.
“Whatever. It’s on your cheek.”
Y/N made one final attempt to clean him up, but this time, he managed to escape the circle of her arms. He ran backwards toward the dock, taunting her playfully as he went, “Come on, baby!”
“Harry!” Given no other choice, she frantically pushed the lock button on the car key and chased after her child—er, boyfriend. She winced as her high heels hit the asphalt, feet aching against the gold sandals already. He’d slowed down a little to give her a break, but she was still panting as she yelled, “You can’t go to a fancy yacht party with lipstick on your face!”
He finally stopped running—thank God, because they were right in front of the ship and the last thing Y/N needed was to embarrass herself (or rather, be embarrassed by her man-child boyfriend) within sight of all the famous people that would surely be onboard already.
“But I like it.” He pouted as she reached him, entwining his fingers with hers before she could use them to try to scrub his face again.
Before she could reply, a familiar Irish accent boomed over the loud purring of the boat’s engine, “Harry! Y/N!”
Y/N really hoped someone was keeping an eye on Niall tonight. It was barely dusk and he already looked a little too buzzed to be leaning over the railing on the top deck. She craned her neck up to look at him, giggling to herself at the flush in his cheeks and the blonde mess on top of his head.
“Welcome abooaaard!” He waved far more aggressively than was necessary.
“Happy birthday, Niall!” Y/N yelled back at him, blocking the bright sun with one hand—a hand she discreetly wrestled out of Harry’s.
Harry, too, looked upward and was squinting into the sky. The sun was just beginning its descent into the horizon, and soon the evening would be hanging behind the silvery moon. In the mean time, the sky was bright and painted with delicate strokes of soft pink and peachy orange.
While Harry waved back at his friend, Y/N took advantage of the distraction—and his exposed cheek.
Without warning, she hurled her hand up to his face and swiped at the pink mark as hard as she could.
“Hey!” Harry whipped his head back to her, mock hurt written all over his face.
Y/N flashed him a cheeky, victorious smile. “Got it!”
September in south Florida was as hot and humid as summer anywhere else. Even out at sea, with the cool ocean wind surging throughout the top deck of the yacht, it was plenty warm enough for the guests to enjoy the outdoors.
“H, can you hold my phone and keys in your pocket?”
Harry was standing awkwardly near the railing of the boat, fiddling absently with the plume of lace and chiffon on his black top. He still had a faint reddish mark on his cheek (she wasn’t sure if it was leftover lipstick or just irritated from her rubbing at it) that Y/N, despite the turmoil that had ensued over it, found very endearing. She always thought he was handsome. She had since the first day they met four months earlier. But tonight, he was positively glowing. He shined in the fabulous black number, his skin further brightened by the setting sun and the utter joy coursing through him (the entire flute of champagne he’d already downed certainly didn’t hurt, either).
He took the phone and keys from her while she admired him, happy to help her but not without a smart remark: “You should’ve worn the dress with the pockets, love,” he chastised her playfully, a smirk dressing his berry lips.
Y/N’s eyes widened, “You said you liked the pink on me!”
Choosing her dress for the night had been an ordeal that rivaled even Harry’s complicated hair routine. She’d originally chosen a black long sleeved one with pockets that was comfortable and appropriate and matched Harry’s own all-black ensemble (which he’d had picked out for weeks). Her boyfriend rejected the black dress, pointing out that she’d be hot it in because “It’s practically summer in Miami, love.” Instead, he chose a silky pink number, midi-length and tight in all the right places with a tastefully low cowl neckline. She’d dressed it up with a few gold bracelets and a single pearl earring in her left ear that, to her satisfaction, matched Harry’s. And yeah—it didn’t have pockets, but Harry liked it and it made her feel sexy and that’s all that mattered.
Harry hummed with a tight lipped grin. “Yeah, you’re right,” His tone was innocent, almost regretful as he looked her up and down. The pink sunset behind her was highlighting her figure just right, wind rushing through her hair, exposed skin supple and tempting. Harry was mesmerized by her.
His hands moved on their own accord to gently hold her by the waist. “Your ass looks really cute in the silk…I reckon the color makes your skin glow a bit, too. And matches your makeup, and looks nice with my earring…” He continued spewing some breathy compliments at her, even after she sort of stopped listening when a waiter holding a tray of delectable looking hors d'oeuvres caught her attention.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Of course, honey,” she replied (mostly) honestly. He was always a mushy little sap for her, but she truly did love the way he appreciated the little things she put effort into. “Thank you for noticing those little details.”
“You’re welcome. Know ya don’ just do it f’me though,” His ring clad fingers drummed against her waist, the metal cold through the thin silky material she wore. “Love that about you.”
Y/N cracked a smile in spite of the nervous shiver washing over her at his words. She couldn’t help but notice it was already the second time he’d said that word since they’d embarked. He was treading dangerously close to the vast, uncharted l-word territory. He’s a little buzzed, she reasoned with herself, despite also knowing it was silly because he’d only had a single champagne. But then again, he was a lightweight—and judging by the way he suddenly dropped her waist to chase down a passing waitress for two more glasses, he wouldn’t be slowing down any time soon. If he told her while he was drunk, would it really count?
He returned to her side, keeping one flute for himself and presenting the other to her. “Thank you, honey,” she said, grasping the stem of it (even though she still had a half full one resting precariously on the railing behind her). It was a fitting nickname for him, she thought. She hadn’t really meant for that to become her little pet name for him, but he loved it just as much as she did. “You’re sweet.”
“You’re sweeter,” her boyfriend hummed happily, “even when you’re checking out that waiter…”
“No! I wasn’t!”
“You kinda were,” He smiled cheekily at her.
“Was not.”
“’S alright, baby. He’s handsome. You’re allowed to have a little look.” But the way he held her protectively by the hip betrayed his words.
“You know I only have eyes for you,” If that wasn’t a hint, she didn’t know what was. “I’m just hungry. He was holding bacon wrapped shrimp, I think.”
“Mmm, me too,” Harry replied, the interaction already forgotten in favor of a savory snack. He tugged on her hand so they could follow that waiter, grumbling as they padded around the crowded deck. “Niall’s a fuckin ass for not serving dinner at an evening party.”
“Oh give him a break! It’s his birthday.” she let him pull her toward the middle where more people were gathered around the bar and admiring the decor—
“Is that an ice scultpure?”
Harry was right. It was a giant clear sculpture of a guitar made entirely out of ice. People were around it, admiring the intricacies and mingling and sipping on expensive looking drinks.
“How long you bet til it melts?”
“Not before Niall accidentally knocks it over,” Y/N laughed and gestured toward the man of the hour, who indeed was stumbling over his feet while trying to maintain a conversation with a group of several strikingly beautiful looking people—models? Probably.
It was obvious that Niall hadn’t planned this for himself. The whole thing was far too elegant and classy. His drunken ramblings were entertaining, sure, but he stood out amidst the black tie formals and live R&B music floating around the large deck of the luxurious vehicle.
Harry chased down the waiter and grabbed shrimp skewers for them both while Y/N continued quietly giggling at Niall’s antics.
Minutes drifted into hours as alcohol, shrimp skewers, and joyful conversation flowed liberally about the deck. Y/N had separated herself from Harry—much to his drunken dismay—to go and mingle with some of the “famous people.” She did it all on her own, confidently striding over and striking up a conversation with anyone worthy of her attention.
“Long time no see, mate.” Mitch’s voice interrupted Harry’s inner thoughts surrounding his girlfriend. He tore his eyes away from her and turned to face his friend, who was standing with his own girlfriend beside him.
“Been busy,” Harry replied.
Sarah’s eyebrows rose as a grin spread across her cheeks. She glanced at Mitch, who wore a matching one.
“You both have been quite busy, yeah?” Sarah cocked her head toward where Y/N was, grin widening along with Harry’s eyes.
Harry hid his smile in his glass, taking a large gulp of the bubbly. “What d’ya mean?” He asked innocently.
“We saw you staring at her, buddy.”
Well, fuck. He can’t exactly deny that. He was indeed watching her as she mingled with a group of people—exceptionally beautiful people. She fit in perfectly with the models, her smile bright and dress shiny, hips swaying tantalizingly to the beat of the drums. She engaged effortlessly in what looked like an exciting conversation with A-listers and held their attention with sweeping hand gestures. Even from across the deck, he swore he could feel her joy. Light just radiated off of her and sent a gentle flutter through his belly and a heat wave through his heart.
Sarah studied him. The way his eyes twinkled and his cheeks flushed with happiness…it was obvious. “You love her.” She deadpanned.
Harry shrugged in response, a knowing smile on his face which he didn’t bother to hide this time.
“You do!” It was Mitch this time, who wrapped an arm around Sarah and looked at her with the same happy smile his friend wore.
“No comment.” A twinge of jealously bit his heart as he watched a handsome brunette lean down to whisper something in his girlfriend’s ear. He frowned instinctively, picturing the man muttering flirtatious compliments or dirty suggestions to her like he should be doing right now.
Sarah continued to watch Harry watch Y/N, unsure if he was even listening anymore. “It’s alright to admit it. Love is a beautiful thing.”
“Don’t listen to her,” said Mitch, “it’s a drug!”
“Hey look!” Harry shouted a distraction, pointing somewhere behind the two of them. He spotted two waiters bringing out an impressive tiered cake swirled with white frosting and topped with those sparkling candles. “It’s time to sing for the birthday boy!”
The boat erupted in a cacophonous rendition of the birthday song as the cake was placed on top of the bar. Night had fallen over the deck, making the sparkly decorations shine blindly bright against the moonlight. Meanwhile, Niall was dancing hysterically among the crowds, even singing along to his own birthday song in a drunken spree. At the final, …to you! he performed a dramatic bow and roared, “Thank you, beautiful people!”
Applause died slowly as Niall began grabbing peoples’ faces to kiss their cheeks in thanks. Y/N looked around for Harry, quite certain that her boyfriend would be perfectly willing to accept a kiss from the birthday boy, especially when he was inebriated. Sure enough, she caught sight of him wrapped up in an embrace with the blonde, a wide smile on his face as Mitch and Sarah laughed hysterically at the interaction.
Harry accepted the cheek kiss, just as his eyes met hers over Niall’s shoulder.
“Y/N!” He screeched and broke the embrace. He started running over to her in an uncoordinated stride, limbs flailing and most definitely spilling alcohol on other peoples’ expensive clothes.
“Y/N!” he slurred, finally reaching her side, “Gimme a kissy!”
She laughed. “You just got kissies from Niall, honey.”
“But I want your lipstick on me. Yeh wiped it off.” He frowned deeply, no—melodramatically as his hand cupped his own cheeks where the pink lipstick mark once was.
She called him a little baby but obliged anyways, stamping a firm lip shaped mark on one of his flushed cheeks. He grinned wildly in response and looked at her with that look in his eyes that she absolutely adored. He was looking at her like she was royalty, like she hung the moon and commanded the sea and granted miracles upon mere mortals such as himself.
“Wish I could give you one too…” Harry trailed off, eyes wandering around the room. “Maybe then all those hot models and waiters would leave you alone.”
“Aw, you jealous baby?”
He nodded shamelessly and, with a pouty look, tucked her into his arms. He pressed a series of hard kisses on her cheeks and temples, squeezing the silky pink fabric at her waist. The feeling made her heart squeeze in the most delightful way—chest tight and warm with…with love.
“Wanna go check out the lower deck?”
And Y/N hadn’t known this man too long, but it was long enough to know that he had anything but innocent intentions with his sweet request. She was still only nursing her third glass of bubbly, but Harry’s suggestive stare and wandering hands seemed to ignite the slight heat flowing through her veins into an inferno.
It engulfed them both as Y/N’s back hit the inside of the door to the lower deck bathroom.
Harry’s lips were soft and playful and sexy all at once—just like him. He trailed hot kisses down her cheeks and jaw much like he had earlier, only now there was no audience. No need to hold back. Only hot, sweet skin swathed in pink silk and black chiffon.
“You marked me already, ’s my turn.”
Just when she was feeling a little too sober, Harry’s words drenched her in the heat of desire. This was definitely a bad idea, but it didn’t sound like one when he put it like that.
His fingers slipped from her jaw and followed his lips down to her throat, enticing her with a gentle squeeze—a warning? Or a promise for later? Either way, this bathroom escapade was fucking sliced bread and she was putty in his hands.
He sucked harshly on the supple skin of her neck without warning. A gasp slips out of Y/N’s mouth and Harry’s ringed thumb pressed deeply into the center of her throat in reprimanding. His other fingers gripped the crook of her neck, just enough to make her head spin and keep her body pliant.
Meanwhile, his other hand slithered down the smooth silk to her waist, his hold on her heavy and warm. Harry’s swollen lips retracted from her bruised neck, not before pressing a few gentle pecks to the hickeys to soothe the pain.
Y/N felt dizzy with pleasure and enveloped in love. She couldn’t help but chase his lips for a few more desperate kisses as he pulled away from her neck. She suddenly wished she could admire the marks he’d left, but the glazed, hungry look in his eyes would definitely suffice. The little bathroom felt ten degrees warmer—leaving Harry looking hot and flushed and absolutely irresistible.
“You okay, baby?” Harry whispered in the tiny space between them, words slightly slurred and dipped in bliss.
Y/N nodded aggressively, letting her hands wrap around the back of his neck where his skin was hot and hair curled adorably. “Please kiss me again.”
He did as he was told, of course. His lips moved tenderly with hers and his hands trailed lower, gently caressing her waist and hips. His fingers started a course back up to her ass, this time taking the fabric of her dress with them.
Y/N’s head felt light as a feather, no thoughts besides Harry…Harry’s hands…Harry’s lips…Harry…
She curled her thighs around his hips and he responded effortlessly, hoisting her up by the backs of her thighs and pressing taut between the cold bathroom wall and his own hot chest. The temperature in the room seemed to rise impossibly then, the sounds of breathy moans and gentle sucking kisses seamlessly diffusing into the heat and surrounding them in a delightful symphony.
Y/N was thrilled by the way Harry’s tongue tasted like champagne—as sweet and plushy as always. She decided then that she would never get tired of the feeling of his mouth on hers, of the dizzying joyful feeling his lips gave her every single time.
“Harry…honey…”
“What ’s it pretty girl?”
The pet name in his raspy accent went straight to her core. She let out another shameless whine, squeezing his waist tighter with her legs.
“I need you, Harry…”
“Hm? Need what?”
She groaned—now he wanted to be a tease. After he’d gotten to give her the hickeys like he wanted.
“Harry, please.”
“‘M just messing, pretty girl. I know what you ne—“
Suddenly, a loud crash rang out in the little cabin. Y/N let out a screech and sprang away from Harry, landing awkwardly on her stiletto heels. Wide eyed, she and Harry both looked up toward the source of the sound. Muffled shouts followed, in the midst of a horrible shattering sound, like broken glass, or hail or—
“The ice sculpture!”
They were both wide eyed and panting and a little sweaty, hair tousled and lips swollen red.
“Oh shit,” There were more muffled shouts and some shuffling of feet above them. Even through the ornate ceiling of the bathroom, it was clear there was an ordeal going on up there.
Breathy pants lingered between them, and the room suddenly felt even smaller, even more swelteringly hot and stuffy. Of all things to ruin the heat of the moment…a fucking ice sculpture.
They looked at each other blankly, as if to say what the hell do we do now?
“Let’s head back up while everyone’s distracted.” It was Harry’s alcohol-induced idea, cooked up in his foggy brain.
“There’s no way we can go back to the party like this.” Y/N gestured between them—the sweaty foreheads, messy hair, skin dotted with hickeys, and most prominently, her boyfriend’s obvious arousal.
Harry sighed, glancing down at himself. “Let’s leave then.”
“What, you wanna swim home?”
Harry frowned, “Huh?”
“We’re on a fucking boat, dumbass.”
Harry looked away from her with wide eyes and burning cheeks. Right…Absently, he thought it was funny how she could go from making out with him against the wall of the bathroom, practically begging for more, to mercilessly making fun of him, all within seconds. His thoughts bled into his expression, a happy smile tugging on his lips as he thought about her and her unparalleled sex appeal and her cute laugh and her mock insults and her more and more.
And just like that, he was laughing. His wild laughter seemed to echo in the small bathroom. Despite their hot rendezvous being rudely interrupted, Y/N swore she could smell the happiness in the room—almost as poignant as the champagne on his breath.
Seconds later, she couldn’t help but join him in happy laughter.
Turns out, the fallen ice sculpture was even more of a hazard than they’d initially realized—so much so that the captain of the yacht demanded an early return to shore and a continuation of the party on land. Many patrons were disappointed by the early end to the yacht cruise, not including the birthday boy himself, who Y/N would be surprised if was still walking at this point.
As they sailed back toward the shore, Harry was nursing yet another flute of champagne while Y/N clung to him in the boat’s interior—half because she wanted to cover his erection from any passerbys, and half because she just really wanted to hold him. He’d also managed to produce a slice of cake on a porcelain plate, which he’d presumably snagged when he left her on the couch to find more alcohol.
“You look cute,” she mused at him while he chewed the forkful of cake she’d just slid into his mouth. She was sideways in his lap, bare feet rested on the arm of an expensive looking couch. She vaguely realized that this area of the boat was probably off limits for guests, but fuck it, she thought, no harm no foul.
“Hm?”
“I said, ‘you look cute.’” Y/N repeated. He really did look cute like that, with his face flushed and hair messy and a tinge of lipstick still lingering on his cheek.
“Oh yeah,” he mumbled with frosting still between his teeth, “I heard you the first time.”
“Oh my god, you’re so annoying. I take it back.”
“You can’t take it back!”
She gathered another forkful of cake and brought it up to his lips, “I just did.”
“Fine then,” He said, “I’ll just toss you overboard. Out of sight, out of mind.”
At that, Y/N gasped. She quickly turned her hand away and brought the cake into her own mouth, licking her lips for extra impact.
“Noooo!” He held her by the hip and dragged her even closer to him, as if she were about to get up and actually go overboard and take the cake with her. “I’m sorry baby, you’re cute, too. So cute. Like, so cute that I can’t believe you like me.”
Like? I think I more than like you.
“I can’t believe it, either.”
The words were on the tip of her tongue, dancing around in the tiny space between their lips like electricity. Harry leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, sucking on her bottom lip as if trying to pull them out of her.
Yet again, they were interrupted. This time by a loud horn blare and the captain’s voice over the intercom. “Land, ho!”
“Finally.” Harry sighed in relief, already trying to stand up from the couch, “Can you take me home now, please.”
“We can’t just leave when the party’s still going! What about Niall?” Y/N pressed her hands against his chest to slow him down.
“Niall won’t remember a damn thing.”
She considered his words. He wasn’t wrong; Niall had already knocked over the ice sculpture, after all.
“Take a left here,”
“Here?”
“Ye—wait, no.” Harry slurred, shaking his head from the passenger seat.
But his girlfriend had already turned the wheel to the left, inevitably sending the car in the wrong direction, again.
“Shit, M’ sorry baby.” he said with a drunken giggle.
“Good lord Harry…”
She threw the car into a random driveway, grumbling as she executed a clumsy K-turn.
She could hear the cranky frown in Harry’s voice as he groaned, “You’re a shit driver.”
“Well you’re a shit navigator!” Y/N looked over and gave him a pointed look. But the look only fell on his droopy, half-open eyes. “Where the fuck do I go?”
A beat of silence passed as Harry’s head lolled around. He hummed a bit, imitating the low rumble of the car’s engine. Finally, he murmured, “Keep goin’ straight.”
“Are you sure?”
He didn’t reply, just turned to look at her with that mischievous drunken smile.
“Aw fuck, no. We passed it up.”
“Harry!” She couldn’t help but laugh. Despite her annoyance, his antics were amusing. “Are you sure you actually know where you live?”
“Of course I know where I live!”
Y/N sped into another middle-of-the-road U-turn, and Harry dramatically fell into her lap with a low yell.
“Slow down, you minx! Gonna get us killed!”
“You’re so dramatic, Harry. If you’d just tell me where the fuck you live!”
“Can’t remember.”
She craned her head up to ceiling, letting her own eyes fall shut as she inhaled her frustration.
“Okay, fine. It’s that blue one over there.” He gestured vaguely to the right, but it was too dark to see the colors of the houses anyways.
Y/N let out her deep breath, “Somehow I don’t believe you.”
His growing smirk gave him away. After only a few seconds, his foggy brain would not allow him to contain his giggles.
“Harry!” she whined. He was always kind of silly and clingy, but the excessive alcohol made him an actual baby. He was still laying in her lap over the center console.
“Why are you like this?”
He pouted, feigning hurt. “Maybe I just wanna spend more time with you.”
Y/N’s fingers loosed on the wheel. She slowed the car to a stop against on of the curbs in the quiet neighborhood, poised under the soft light of a street lamp. Her annoyed expression softened and the familiar urge washed over her—the urge to kiss his cheeks and tell him she loved him and squeeze him tight and never let him go. How could one person be so annoying yet so fucking adorable?
She pushed his hair back (not without thinking about how he would’ve scolded her for messing it up at the beginning of the night when he had been sober, but now he was far too drunk to care) and wrapped an arm around his neck. It was definitely an awkward position and Harry couldn’t have been comfortable like that, but he didn’t seem to mind. He held her arm in both hands and snuggled into her lap as she cooed at him. “Aw, baby. You could’ve just told me.”
“But we’ve only been together for a little bit…and I don’t want ya to get sick of me.”
“Could never get sick of you, honey. Not even if I wanted to,” she said earnestly, continuing to stroke her fingers gently through his curls.
“Really?”
Now if that wasn’t a hint…this man was even stupider than she thought. In spite of his endearing idiocy, Y/N still could not resist the urge to just love him.
The idea that he could possibly love her back crossed her mind several times, especially in the past few weeks.
But they’d only been officially for a month and a half…was it too soon? Would she scare him off? Was there some unwritten rule of love to wait until they’d at least seen each others’ homes? Although, if she did tell him now, Harry was so drunk he may not even remember. If it went horrifically wrong, maybe she could forget it happened. (No, she definitely would not ever be able to forget if that happened, but the lie comforted her a little nonetheless). But if it went well, she’d be more confident telling him again when he was sober tomorrow. And at last, she didn’t even think she could hold the words in for another second while he was cuddling into her and kissing her arms like a baby kitten.
“I love you, Harry.”
“You do?!”
Suddenly, he seemed alarmingly sober.
“Ugh, yes. How could I not?”
He looked appalled, really. As if the idea of her loving him was absolutely insane. “Well, I annoy you, I kiss you in public, I drink too much, I spend way too much time on my hair, I’m not as handsome as that waiter…”
“And you’re pretty stupid.” Y/N interrupted with her own addition to the growing list.
“Yeah, you’re right. I am pretty dumb…But,” he paused, flipping over in her lap to look her in the eyes, “I did get one thing right.”
“What’s that?” She asked, fondly stroking his gelled hair with trembling hands.
“Falling in love with you.”
And loving him was that easy, as easy as sipping champagne and eating cake and falling overboard. She loved his flamboyance, his confidence, his kindness. She loved his silly tattoos and his bunny teeth and the little scar under his chin and the faint lipstick stain on his cheek. She loved the way they teased each other like children. She loved the way his mouth felt against hers. She loved the way he adored her. And so, she couldn’t help but smile wide.
“Alright, let’s add you’re super cheesy to that list, too…”
thanks for reading! please reblog if you enjoyed <3
feedback is welcomed, encouraged, and highly appreciated!
#harry styles one shot#harry styles x reader#harry styles writing#harry styles smut#harry styles fanfic#harry styles fanfiction#boyfriend!harry#yacht!harry#harry styles#my writing#i know shes a lil babie one shot but please be nice i have slaved over her
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Tagged by some absolute babes: @stealing-jasons-job @nakey-cats-take-bathsss @immortalpramheda @togetherkru and @ninappon💛 thank you loves!!
1. Why did you choose your url?
I honestly didn’t know what I was doing so I just picked something that described me... I think about changing it all the time haha.
2. Any side blogs?
Nope. Y’all are subjected to whatever the current hyperfixation is😊
3. How long have you been on tumblr?
Not very long... It’ll be two years in August, I think? Not counting that I technically made one in college for a class that we never actually ended up doing anything with so oops.
4. Do you have a queue tag?
I see extraordinary magic in queue -- after the Ben Rector song Extraordinary Magic. It makes me feel special and all the talent out here on the site feels magical so it seemed fitting.
5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?
I had just finished binging the 100 for the first time and found out about Bob and Eliza and somehow kept seeing tumblr screenshots so I decided to come straight to the source and found so much talent (and kindness) in the show’s fandom that I stayed.
6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?
I’d had the same one since I started and wanted to change it up for summer so picked a beach picture. Both have been real pictures of myself cause I didn’t know where to find icons like other people had and now I feel like it’s just part of who I am haha
7. Why did you choose your header?
Just like the icon, I’d had the same header and wanted to change it up for summer so picked one of my favorite sunset shots.
8. What’s your post with the most notes?
I think this moodboard I created for @eyessharpweaponshot's amazing fic, I Found Peace in Your Violence (for real go read it if you haven't!!)
9. How many mutuals do you have?
I have no idea? But I'm so thankful for all the wonderful ones I have💛
10. How many followers do you have?
Ahahah NOT many😂 tumblr says 118 but I don't create or write or anything talented like that so I'm honestly surprised I have that many haha I don't know why any of you gave me a follow but I love you so hugs to you🥰
11. How many people do you follow?
Tumblr says 104
12. Have you ever made a shit post?
Naaaaah. I keep most thoughts to myself.
13. How often do you use tumblr a day?
Prolly more than I should... but work's been pretty busy so not nearly as much as I used to in the height of the pandemic
14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?
I absolutely hate conflict. So no. But also, if you come for any of my friends you bring out a more enraged care than is normally present. So like, don't come for my friends thx
15. How do you feel about the ‘you need to reblog’ posts?
I honestly never realized this was such a big deal until @burninghoneyatdusk started posting about it😂 I guess I don't understand why there even is a like button when the whole format of this site is to reblog? So yeah, imma reblog your stuff if I like it.
16. Do you like tag games?
Oh, absolutely. Tag away, my friends!
17. Do you like ask games?
I do!! I haven't done many since the end of BWC (rip) but they are fun!
18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
Can I say all of you? Seriously, I'm mutuals with SO many talented people and the fact that y'all followed lil ol me back?? Unreal. You're all stars in my eyes🌟
19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?
I don't know if I'd say crush but do many of you make me smile on the daily? Absolutely. Y'all bring light and joy to my life so thanks, friends🖤
20. Tagging/ sending some big love: @bookwormforalways @igotbellarkeforthat @gansxythethird @starsinyourskyes @moreflowersthanweeds @pendragaryen @heartbellamy and the two mentioned earlier in the post💛
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I saw that youre taking moodboard prompts again!! Florence x Madeleine from Gunpowder Milkshake of course please? 😃
Thanks so much for the asks, Lucy and anons!
First anon - you're getting Florence x Madeleine for now, hope that's satisfactory as well!
Second anon - sorry, but I'm not doing any more moodboards to these colour schemes, it's so much harder to do than just picking one or two colours! But at least you're still getting one to the right ship? :D
Third anon: I might! No definite plans yet, but I think I will in the future :) for now, you can enjoy the moodboard, and my fanfics on ao3 (lilolilyrae)
Lucy - thx for giving me an excuse to look for pretty pictures of Michelle Yeoh and Carla Gugino, and I hope you'll like this! ♡
Pls don't reblog this ask reply, instead:
Moodboard to reblog in HD here
Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
#florence x madeleine#gunpowder milkshake#sources#moodboard#ask the blogger#answered#anon#not anon#f#mgdiop#wlw#lilo creates#lilo creates behind the scenes#jul'21#30.07.21#my post#mine#madeleine x florence#gunpowder milkshake florence#gunpowder milkshake madeleine
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ᨓ moodboard ⤿ purple retro vaporwave && like + reblog ◞
this is dedicated to my 2 favourite ppl :
@neon-palm-mall who loves vaporwave ily thx <3
@dukina who loves purple , go she-devil !!!!!
go follow them smh.. if not u an arsehole gtfo
#icons#moodboard#messy packs#messy moodboard#purple#violet#retrocore#retro#purplecore#softcore#quotes#ily <3#ily dukina#ily neon#ily both#dedicated
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@dracoswift also decided to have me do a moodboard challenge, sorry to keep you so long, but thx babe <3
the rules are:
Go to Pinterest and search:
- favourite colour + aesthetic
- favourite colour + outfit + aesthetic
- favourite colour + shoes and choose one that goes with your style
- favourite colour + an accessory you like
- type a word that identifies you + “quote” and choose one that goes with you
- favourite celebrity + favourite colour (if you don’t find, search favourite cartoon)
- type your favorite hobby
- favourite colour + aesthetic again
- favourite colour + favourite word + aesthetic
...and this is my moodboard!
tagging my faves, yet again because i literally never know who else to tag: @thewineforyou @champagnemythicalthing @champagnerush @utolerateit @yourheartbeatonthehighline
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