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frost-queen · 1 year

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Newt

• The cure

Thomas

• New Glader

Gally

• Run to me

Harriet

• The Scorch (Fem!Reader)

• The little things (Fem!Reader)

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dearharriet · 2 months

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hi lovely ! it's milunalupin :)

could i please request remus + "i waited for you" ? 🫶🏼✨

hello my friend, ty for the request!! im working on my big boy fic for james rn but i wanted a little bit of remus as a break <3 (wc: 691)

“You smell good.”

Remus looks at the man taking a seat across from him, appalled by such a comment. Sirius looks equally stunned saying it, wrinkled nose a mirror of Remus’.

“Thank you?”

Sirius shakes his head like this is the wrong response.

“Why do you smell good?”

Remus rolls his eyes, keeping his posture aloof. “Took my annual bath last night.”

Sirius scoffs. “‘Bout time. Your stench was getting harsh on my delicate canine senses.”

That pulls a laugh from Remus, however small.

By the door, he sees you squeezing into the packed pub, side-stepping between rowdy groups of people and looking around. You’re wearing a mid-length skirt, and when you spot the two boys in their booth it swishes around each hasty step.

“Hi,” you breathe, “I’m sorry. They made me start inventory and then I just had to shower and—” Remus stands to offer you some seclusion via the walled side of the bench seat. You wave your rambling apologies away, winded from running around all day. “Nevermind. I need a drink, Remus. Come with?”

“Sit,” he demands softly, “I’ll fetch it.”

You do as you’re told, hanging onto Remus’ words like a takeout fortune, foolishly hopeful that they mean something. If Sirius didn’t demand so much attention, you’d probably turn them over in your head a lot longer, but he really, really does.

“Think you can show us lads up, eh missy?”

Smothering a smile, you stare Sirius down with false bluntness.

“Yep. You’re lucky I even came at all, honestly.”

Sirius laughs, spinning his glass, half empty and through sweating. You realize his drink is the only one on the table.

“I’m surprised you did. You’re so popular, but you stay humble for us.”

“I have to,” you agree, “I could’ve been with people a lot cooler than you guys, but I just felt so bad. You and Remus don’t have anyone else to hang out with now that James is married.”

“Moony, we’re being bullied,” says Sirius, raising his voice a touch to reach the boy in question. Remus places two new drinks on the maple tabletop, sliding in close to you.

“I’m sure we deserve it,” he says, passing one of the fresh glasses off to you. “We’re turning into losers.”

You bring the cool glass to your lips, relaxing further into the familiar booth cushion and eyeing Remus’ new drink.

“Is that your second?”

Remus shakes his head. “My first.”

He tracks your brows as they pull together. They’d been here almost a half hour already.

“I waited for you,” he explains, smiling gently. Your stomach leaps.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

Sirius jumps in, stepping on Remus’ toes.

“That’s what I told him,” he says, “I said you’re too sweet to mind.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Remus says, following up Sirius’ heel. His voice is still wearing the crooning silk he tends to direct towards you. “It’s the polite thing to do. Sirius just has poor manners.”

Across the way, the man in question sputters objections while you try not to laugh.

“I—I’m impolite? I’m impolite! Please. She’s the only one at this table who was late to a hangout one block away from her apartment. I had every right to drink my sorrows away.”

Remus ducks his head and shoots you a cat-like grin, but Sirius isn’t done.

“And it’s not being polite if you’re motivated by a massive crush, Moony, by the way. D’you know he’s wearing cologne?”

You stare at Sirius, because the alternative of looking at Remus (who is flushed beyond measure) is akin to a death sentence.

“Yes,” you admit. You’d smelled it on him when he stood up earlier, a fresh earthy scent that was too sharp to be soap. Sirius points at your face like he’s caught you.

“See? The only people who notice a guy wearing cologne are his miserable best mates, and girls who want to be waited on.” Remus shoots him a glare and he throws his hands up as if to say, sue me. “I’m just helping.”

Remus curses through an exhale and drops his head into his hands.

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festering-bacteria · 9 months

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SOME STUFF IVE DRAWN :))))

guys hear me out on the Confucius Harriet Jfk polycule they drive me so insane

#art #clone high #clone high season two #clone high harriet tubman #clone high harriet #clone high jfk #clone high confucius #jfkonfucius #tubfucius #harrucius #harriet x jfk #idk if they have an actual ship name lmao #tubfkonfucius????? it looks like a keyboard smash #im so so so so normal about jfkonfucius guys im so normal and not insane at all #im a fucking liar btw #HARRIET IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!! HARRIET HATERS GET OUT!!!!! THIS IS NOT A SAFE SPACE FOR YOU!!!

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snapesmorningcoffee · 6 months

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👉🏻👈🏻

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toby-du-coeur · 7 months

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sonya looking at aris moodboard

#ARE YOU SEEING WHAT IM SEEING #plus bonus harriet & sonya both looking at him like hes something to eat #i was making the liveblog for tdc and i..#this is..#they're so soft?#i ship it so much now ok #there's only 5 sonyaris fics why :'#sonyaris #sonyariset #sonya x aris #art of my heart #from the heart #aris tmr #sonya tmr #maze runner aris #maze runner sonya #sonya maze runner #tmr moodboard

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ricardian-werewolf · 2 months

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Fanfic Masterlist:

(Cover is of Gassed, by John Singer Sargent. Held in the custody of IWM London). (cover made using Canva). Abstract: Set in an alternate timeline of the Grishaverse where the country of Ravka very closely resembles the Western Front of the Great War, this is a fic that sets out to explore an idea: What if First Army developed their own order of Saints, and how this affects the war effort. Part reflection on Religion, War, femininity, and social propaganda movements, part war-story Straight from the early 20th century a la the writings of Will R Bird. All angst. Characters: Nikolai Lantsov, Dominik Vertov, Olga Kylov (oc), Will R Bird, Alina Starkov, and others! Pairings: Nikolai x OC. Rating: Mature CW/TWs: War, mentions of extreme violence, universe typical prejudices, heavy discussions of religion. Later chapters go into period typical sexism of the late Victorian period, and share cases similar to that of the Red Army's female soldiers of ww2. Masterlist: (updated with new chapters) 1. Over There

Rating: Mature Cw/Tws: heavy discussions of mental health, prices of religious trauma and sainthood. Lots of mentions of attempted assassinations by Vasily. Sexual assault mentions, smut in later chapters, graphic depictions of violence, but canon. merzost being used anti-canonically.

Ao3 Link: Masterlist: (Updated with new chapters).

Stars 'round his wrists.

When I am King, you will be first against the wall.

Take My hand, I'll drown you with me.

But your profile could not hide the fact you knew I was approaching your throne.

The world is lying fallow and you are apart from me.

Holy Water cannot help you now.

Still, I follow the Heartlines on your hand.

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.

The Cost of the Crown.

I am a world's forgotten boy.

Non-Grishverse FIC. **** Profunda Venae - Deep veins.

Chronicling a split off of English history during the weeks after Victoria’s coronation, this series explores the What-Ifs of the English Industrial revolution and the idea of vampires being representative of the ruling class. It also dives into the ideas of class revolution, Nuclear Winter, the usage of productive power to control the narrative, and more. It is also mainly a narrative of just how dangerous controlling the reins of who tells history can truly be.

Written during the hardest years of my life, this series was created to be a distraction from the mires and misery of Neurodivergency in a common-education experience.

Book 1 is set in a world much like our own with certain shifts. Book 2 is a world that starts out similar and quickly becomes quite different. Book 3 is a world that is far in the past and far in the future all at once.

Book 1: The Lineaments of Malefaction: [Finished]

Synopsis:

1838 - the house of Hanover and the United Kingdom are at last stable. Queen Victoria has taken to the throne with Lord M at her shoulder as her beloved Prime Minister. However, as always, those left in the shadows squabble and plot.

For what more of a travesty can there be than a sweet queen of 18, and a human one at that?

Wrongs must always be righted, regardless of who is in the way. Sometimes those means are more dastardly than anyone could imagine. As someone once said, family is not stronger than the blood that is spilt on the battlefield of power.

Chapter List, with dates of publication:

1. Pills and plans (2022-03-11)

2. Blood in the water (2022-03-12)

3. A murder of politicians (2022-03-13)

4. Ballrooms and bites (2022-03-13)

5. The Revenants of Pemberley (2022-03-17)

6. Lifting the veil (2022-03-17)

7. Burning down the castle (2022-03-28)

8. Shadows, the stars, and you. (2022-03-28)

9. Oh Noel (2022-04-02)

10. For the Queen (2022-04-02)

11. If we burn, you burn with us (2022-04-07)

12. recovery and revolution (2022-04-07)

13. Paint it black (2022-04-07)

14. A wedding and a honeymoon. (2022-04-07)

15. All that ends well (2022-04-07)

Book 2: The Evils of Darkness: [Finished]

Synopsis:

1848 - the house of Kingsbridge and England have enjoyed 8 years of relative peace and quiet. Victoria and Lord M are at last united in matrimony and state, and those who opposed their rule are defeated or interred. Yet, plans always abound to take down those some see as unpopular.

For vampires aren’t fit to rule humans. Even in a place like Great Britain, wrongs must be righted, and balance must be restored.

No matter the personal cost.

Chapter List:

1. A bad beginning (2022-04-18)

2. Hold tight London (2022-04-21)

3. The Threads of eternity. (2022-04-21)

4. The War Game (2022-05-06)

5. When the wind blows (2022-05-06)

6. The Day After (2022-05-18)

7. Protect and survive (2022-05-30)

8. Operation square leg (2022-06-06)

9. Do no harm (2022-06-25)

10. Nuclear winter (2022-07-22)

11. Babylon (2022-08-17) Book 3: Dum Pugnatur, Bellum Amittitur [ongoing]

Synopsis:

1865 - the thrones of Queen Victoria and King William are lost to the wastelands. The House of Kingsbridge is no more, and in its place, factions plot and squabble to rule the destroyed land once called England.

But that is easier said then done, for England herself is a place of ruin and starvation. For the nuclear winter that ripped the royal family apart has rolled its citizens back to the Middle Ages. But for those who have survived the hell of 1858, there is a new threat on the horizon that may blot out even 1848 - America has been at war with itself for going on 4 years, and there is whispers abounding that the Royal Family may be amongst the evacuees who fled on the steamship, the Kerberos.

All of these whispers and plans within plans make for a perfect firestorm to be set upon England's starving lower classes, for as someone once said: fealty is not stronger than the blood that is spilled on the battlefield of power.

Chapter list:

1. Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent (2023-02-02)

2. Ravens feathers and Mozart (2023-08-11)

3. Paternoster Row (2023-09-25)

4. The Evil Genius of the Republican Party. (2023-10-09)

5. A Plea To Fate (2023-11-15)

6. Marian (2024-03-07)

Fear and Delight, or how I learned to stop worrying and wear gloves to hide my trauma.

Synopsis:

* Set During Season 2 of the Gilded Age - does not follow central plot by the beats*. Title taken from Dr Strangelove. ***** The Russell's Newport mansion could be called many things. The New York Times called it “Grandiose - a paragon of modern architecture.” The Post deemed it: “The newly-built mansion is a sign of the shifting tides of New Money upon our cities elite,”. More attention was paid to the ongoing Opera War waged by Bertha Russell and her arch nemesis, Caroline Astor. Astor had the boxes at the Academy of Music and dealt them out like generals awarding medals to soldiers who’d survived a conflict: rarely given and precious to only a few. Bertha Russell had set up the enemy camp with her Metropolitan Opera house (still undergoing building and desperately needing funds), and sought to gain some of the broken backs of the Academy’s patrons. The more soldiers - patrons - Mrs Russell could win over in advance of the Met’s opening, the better. ***** Robber Barons, The Crows, a Princess who is in America to settle an old Score, all for one very mediocre production of Faust.

Chapter list:

1. Washington Square (2024-01-12)

2. Old Money (2024-01-21)

Blood of the Immortals:

Synopsis:

Atlantic City, 1921. Prohibition has come in with a bang, and the bootleggers long to profit off of people’s desire for spirits. But some of their intentions and creations come with nasty consequences. Sometimes, liquor really can kill. And for Nucky Thompson, that’s a gamble he’s willing to take. Even if federal agents are snapping at his heels, and people are dying in the streets, Atlantic City, is after all, the world’s playground.

Chapter list:

1. Blood stained sheets (2021-07-14)

2. The ivory tower (2021-07-14)

3. The tin soldier (2021-07-24)

4. A Wolf, a man, and a plan (2021-08-10)

5. Every little thing she does is madness. (2021-09-14)

6. Leave before the sun comes up (2021-09-27)

7. Burning for you (2021-10-05)

8. Death Race (2021-10-14)

9. The darkest hour is before the dawn (2021-10-18)

10. Don’t turn your back (2021-10-18)

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harri-etvane · 8 days

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For the Angsty Sentence Starters, #2 with Vova/Maks

"I never wanted this."

His voice is soft, hardly there, muffled by the sweatshirt, his face pressed into Maksym's shoulder.

"I know."

“I never wanted any of it, and I'll never know if--" there's no venom in his voice, no anger - just a quiet grief.

Maksym knows where Volodymyr's thoughts so often take him in the loud darkness of the night, the shrill wail of the sirens leaving him balanced on a knife edge as the noise rips through the silent air. In moments like these, there is nothing he can do. They just have to wait, and that always seems the worst part- waiting for it to end, waiting to know where has been hit and how badly- what they need to do next. At least in the morning, there will be something he can do - people he can talk to, actions he can take, instructions given, requests made. It's the waiting- the endless interminable waiting, wondering about his people, their lives, their families, their loves - if there will be someone who won't live through this.

His thoughts are often the same, spiraling back to the same question; Maks usually the only one there to hear them - in the gym, in his office, in his tiny bedroom, above ground or below.

If I'm doing enough.

If I'm the right person for this.

If the decisions I've made are the right ones.

Maksym pre-empts the question without thinking, rubbing a slow circle against Volodymyr’s back, absently pushing at the knots of tension that he finds there, gently trying to ease them.

"You are."

His reply is firm, solid and unwavering, feeling Volodymyr shift a little in his arms, pulling back to look his bodyguard in the face.

“To you, yes, somehow.”

“Somehow?”

“You've seen– all my moments of doubt, of fear and panic and still–”

“and I'm still here. I'll always be here.”

Volodymyr doesn't reply, standing silently in the loose, calm circle of Maksym's arms until eventually, he sags forward - presses himself close and shuts his eyes, his hands pressed against the other man’s back.

The siren screams above Bankova Street and Maksym exhales quietly.

#Harriet writes #(i had another More Angsty idea but it felt A Bit Much so you get this instead x)

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cowboydisaster · 1 year

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He's actually not talking to a horse. He's talking to us 😌

#thank you harriet prebble for blessing us with this audio #repost #request #arthur morgan #rdr2 arthur #red dead redemption two #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x you

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x-heesy · 9 months

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#maybeiamadreamerbutiamnottheonlyone ✨

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world. -Harriet Tubman 🩵

𝗣𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝝠 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛 / 𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝝠 𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗣 / 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝝠𝗞 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 / 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝝝𝗡 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 / 𝗖𝗛𝝝𝝝𝗦𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗬 / 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗜𝗦 𝝠 𝗖𝝝𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 / 𝗡𝝝𝗧𝗘 𝗧𝝝 𝗠𝗬𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 / 𝗬𝝝𝗨 𝝠𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝝝𝝠𝗗 /𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦𝝠𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗕𝗜𝗚𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 / 𝗠𝗬 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗗𝝝 / 𝗟𝝝𝗩𝗘 & 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝝝𝗩𝗘 / 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 & 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 / 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘 / 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝝠𝗟 / 𝗩𝗘𝗧𝝝 / 𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗦𝗧 / 𝗠𝝝𝝝𝗗 𝗕𝝝𝝠𝗥𝗗 /𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗞𝗦𝝠𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗗𝗘𝝠𝗗 / 𝗡𝝝 𝗚𝝝𝗗𝗦 𝗡𝝝 𝗠𝝠𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 / 𝗣𝗥𝝝 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗠𝗙𝗭 / 𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗬𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥𝗭 𝗡𝝝𝗧 𝗪𝗘𝗟(𝗟) 𝗖𝗨𝗠 / 𝗧𝝝 𝝠𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝝠 𝗟𝗨𝗩𝝠𝗭

#justanfriendlyreminder 💡

#thelittlethingsarethebigthings 🔎

#autosuggestion #pointofview #codingyourself #programyourself #endlessness #creatingyourself #neverstoplearning

#fantasy #empathy #equality #respect #love #basics 💥

#textart #artfulquotes #typography #expressyourself #iphoneart #newcontemporary #popart #artsyfartsy #artfuckery

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Soundtrack: Opéra by Emmanuel Santarromana 😭 🕺🏼

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theobliviates · 3 months

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continued from here @virtuesuncounted

It had been quite a shock to see Harriet again, after all that time, and it had instantly transported him back to a younger him. He remembered the shouting of her father through the walls, the distant look of her mother's face high on god knows what, but that almost felt like a different life, now. He was a very different man. "I'm pouring myself whiskey, love," he said, walking over to one of the bar carts and moving his fingers across a few bottles before finally settling on his trusted favorite. "Is that what you want?" Not that he wanted to discourage her, but it was a very different drink than water. "Please. Sit. Get comfortable. It's been a while since we've seen each other, hasn't it?"

Harriet was ashamed of her upbringing, especially when it came to those who could her through the thinnest of walls their apartment building had. She was certain that the building had once big one large house but had been separated in the late 40's to fit the population boom post-World War Two. With her parents both now passed it was easy to squash the memories of childhood... until she'd come face-to-face with someone who had been somewhat present during her formative years.

"Oh...!" Harriet couldn't help but chuckle, her cheeks flushing a gentle pink as she realised he was asking if she wanted a drink drink, "Um... wine...? Honestly, water's fine. I'll just have a water."

As he encouraged her to sit she took a moment to try and calculate the years, "Well, what am I...? Thirty-three now -- thirty-four this year... so it'd be almost 15 years since I left my parents for school?" As she sat herself down neatly on the couch she looked over at Oscar with a gentle smile, "You still look the same."

#virtuesuncounted.oscar #harriet x oscar #//hope you don't mind icon gifs?

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frost-queen · 1 year

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The little things (Fem!Reader x Harriet)

Requested by: anon Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @idkwhatmyusernam, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr

You touched your cheek feeling the sting of pain. – “Shit!” – you called out. Spitting some blood on the ground. Sonya walked over to you, moving her gun to her back. Her face contracted with sympathetic pain. – “That is for sure going to hurt.” – she said. – “Why did that idiot had to use his gun as a puncher!” – you exclaimed, looking down at the man. – “Well at least have some comfort that he is dead.” – Sonya answered setting her foot on his thigh.

“Yeah, thanks for that.” – you breathed out. – “No worries. Harriet would have my head if something would’ve happened to you.” – she replied patting your shoulder. You laughed quietly putting your own gun away. Sonya moved her arm around you, walking you back to the vehicle. – “I think Harriet will have my head after seeing this.” – you pointed at the wound on your cheekbone.

Sonya shrugging her shoulder. – “Maybe today is a good day to die?” – she laughed getting behind the wheel. You hopped in the seat beside her. Dust flying up from underneath the tires. You kept touching the wound, flinching at the pain. Sonya sighed. – “Will you stop touching it, you probably make it worse with your dirty hands.”

“I don’t have…” – you started looking down at your hands. Grinning sheepishly, you tugged them between your legs under Sonya’s ‘told you so’ glance. Sonya drove the truck back to camp. It didn’t take long before Harriet approach the truck. Stopping in shock at the aftermath on your face. You smiled, the only thing missing was you say ‘tadaa’. – “What the hell happened!” – Harriet looked to Sonya, angered.

Sonya shut the door of the truck hard. – “Some idiot bullet’s ran out so he decided to knock Y/n with his gun.” – Sonya told her. Harriet gaped at you seeing you pull your shoulders up. – “Don’t worry he didn’t lived very long after.” – Sonya said having approached Harriet. Leaving her hand on her shoulder. Sonya looked over her shoulder to you before heading off. You came closer to Harriet, swallowing nervously. – “Sorry…” – you said, eyes down.

Harriet exhaled relieved, wrapping her arms around you. – “I’m just glad you are alive.” – she spoke hugging you tighter. You hugged her back, needing her comfort. – “Come.” – Harriet said, taking your hand. You followed her through the camp.

She seated you down near a bin that contained burning wood for heat. – “I’ll be right back.” – she said leaning down to kiss your forehead. You nodded watching her head into a tent. A moment later she returned with aiding supplies. Presenting them flirtatious to you. You dramatically waved yourself some cool. – “Oh I am so getting spoiled now.” – you teased when Harriet came sitting down in front of you.

“Give me one more heart attack and I won’t be so spoiling anymore.” – she commented sarcastically. – “Then I’ll just have to do it for you.” – you answered with a wink. Harriet rolled her eyes at you. – “This might sting Y/n.” – she let you know, putting some liquid on a tissue. She touched your chin to keep your head in place. You flinched making Harriet lower her hand bothered. – “I haven’t even touched you yet.” – she said.

“I know, I was just preparing.” – you answered. Harriet grabbed your chin firmly wanting to make sure you wouldn’t pull back again. The tissue touched your wound as you bit on your lip, fighting the urge to curs you heart out. – “Told you it would sting.”

“Fffff fuck!” – you blurted, needing to shout something for the pain. Harriet chuckled dapping your wound more. – “You are enjoying this aren’t you?” – you spoke seeing her smile. – “Not at all…” – she answered pressing the tissue deeper onto your wound, making you cringe in pain. – “Okay maybe a little.” – she confessed teasingly with a chuckle. You crossed your arms, finding it anything but funny.

“Oh come on Y/n. I am just playing around.” – she said lowering her hand. She reached down for a bandage. Before she stuck the bandage on your cheek, she kissed you by surprise. You smiled, kissing her back. Harriet grabbed for your shoulder, taking it. You gulped, pulling away at something sticking on your arm. You looked at your shoulder, seeing the bandage stick half on your skin.

Harriet laughed loud apologizing. She took a new bandage sticking it over your wound. – “Now you may once more.” – you told her, gesturing for her to kiss you again. – “Yes please.” – Harriet answered kissing you. Her fingers running through your hair.

Later that night you laid on Harriet’s stomach watching the stary sky. Harriet moving her fingers through your hair. Her other hand on yours that laid on your chest. – “Does it still hurt?” – she asked. You shook your head. Harriet’s fingers going through your hair was so soothing it made you sleepy. – “Harriet.” – you said hearing her hum loud in response. – “I love you.” – you needed to say out loud before you’d fall asleep. – “I love you too Y/n. My survivor girl.” – you laughed at the nickname.

Harriet’s upper body shuddering with laughter as well. You removed your head from her stomach so that she could lay next to you. You snugged up to her, taking a deep breath. Her arms protective over you. – “I’ll always protect you, Y/n.” – she’d whisper. You drifted away, falling asleep from a long day. Harriet kissed your forehead. Enclosing you tighter in her embrace.

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dearharriet · 2 months

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congrats on 150!! for your celebration can I please have 🫧 with sirius black + “oh, that’s new”? Maybe reader got a tattoo without telling him and he likes it

thank you for requesting! 🩷 (wc: 664)

Sirius can’t stop staring at you in the sauna towel you’re wearing. You’ve both been in for several minutes now, and you’re relaxing more and more into the wood bench. He’s not sure he’s ever seen your shoulders so far away from your ears, and he’s definitely never seen your hair pulled off your neck the way that it is.

It gives him too much skin to work with, visually speaking. You’re completely free and clear of any curtains, your skin sticky with dew, legs sprawling and bare. The two of you make a happy sight.

As the air thins down, you stretch up and ladle more water over the hot rocks. Sirius watches a bead of sweat race down the back of your neck with rapt attention. He loses sight of it when he spots your tattoo.

“Oh,” he breathes, a strange twisting in his chest, “that’s new, yeah?”

You hum breezily, pouring one more generous scoop onto the hissing stones before giving him your questioning eyes.

“What’s new?” Sirius brings a hand up to absently rub at his own bare nape, and you seem to catch his meaning, sweeping your fingers over it bashfully. “Oh, that. Yeah. You’ve seen it haven’t you?”

He shakes his head no. “When was this?”

“Umm,” you dally. “Like a week and some ago? I wasn’t really planning it at all.”

Sirius watches you carefully, perhaps reading a small bit too far into your rosy flush. The air in the steam room is thick and hot now, thanks to you, which could easily be the cause. Still, you’ve retreated from him slightly, holding your arms nervously over your torso.

“Can I see?” Sirius requests, beckoning you to his side of the room. You oblige him, standing and relocating to the spot on his right.

You face your back to him, pushing away nonexistent baby hairs to clear the view. Sirius tentatively takes your neck under his fingers, holding you still.

It’s worse up close, which is to say dangerous for his health. He can’t believe what he’s looking at.

“You got a star,” he says distantly, not quite trusting his voice to keep steady. A star.

Your head falls forward and Sirius marvels at the way your tattoo stretches, wraps tight over your vertebrae.

“Like I said, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, “right.”

Reluctantly, Sirius peels himself away from you, returning stiffly to the cedar bench. His skin feels alive, thrumming with heat.

You settle back beside Sirius instead of returning to your bench.

“Is it what you hoped?” he asks, half to break the tension and half because he’d really like to know.

You nod, and Sirius’ eyes train down to the black shape again, unable to resist now that it’s right there.

“Yeah. I always wanted something for my neck, but I never could decide what.” You’re picking at your towel wrap awkwardly, sickly aware of Sirius’ hot gaze on you. You knew for a fact he hadn’t seen the tattoo yet, and you were almost dreading when he'd finally catch sight of it.

“I like it,” he says in passionate agreement. “I really, really like it.”

Your lips twitch into a smile, and you throw a sideways glance his way. “Yeah?” He nods avidly, and you release a relieved laugh. “I was hoping you would.”

“Can I see it one more time?” he asks. You laugh some more.

“Um, okay. Yeah.”

Sirius stares at the ink for another long minute, long enough for you to begin fidgeting with impatience.

“Yeah,” he concludes finally, “you’ll have to show this off more. Keep your hair up like this, maybe?”

Puffing in amusement, you peek over your shoulder shyly. “If you say so.”

“I say so,” he laughs. “I definitely say so.”

Stomach swooping with butterflies, you face forward again, trying to retain some semblance of composure.

“Well, okay then.” You sit back, relaxing some, milling in the warmth you feel inside and out.

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royalarmyofoz · 7 months

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they had to have katherine sit in front because if she saw sadie with her skirt hiked up like this,,,,,

#at the end of this scene you can see harriet almost break lol #sadie x katherine

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camscendants · 1 year

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They’re holding pinkies ❤️

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idontliketomatoesleavemealone · 1 year

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Sammy: God, I'm such a third wheel. Claudine, with Yzla in her lap: What makes you say that? Harriet, kissing Hadie: You're not a third wheel! Anthony, holding hands with Ginny: That's just ridiculous. Sammy: Wow. I have ascended to the seventh wheel. I am truly powerful.

#Mind you he does not want to be included #it would just be cool if everyone got a fucking room #disney descendants #Sammy Smee #Claudine Frollo #yzla descendants #Harriet Hook #Hadie son of Hades #Anthony Tremaine #Ginny Gothel #Yzla x Claudine Frollo #Hadiet #Ginthony

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shearon · 8 months

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I feel like if Harriet biggle and Sheila brovfloski ever got into a fight it go a little bit something like this

Harriet: CIALIS ATTACK, BITCH!

Sheila: Cialis wh-

*SMACK*

Sheila: AYYYYEUUEE, MY EYES

Harriet: aw, is the little baby gonna cry? HUH? HUH??!!?

Sheila:peace..PIECE OF SHIT. TURKEY BASTER ATTACK!!

Harriet: Ą̸̡̧̨̛̛̼̙̯͖̝̯̤̤̖̫̮͍̲̦̳̈̆̌̃̈́̀̏̏̉̄̿̽̎̎̑͂͌̊̆͒̾͌̈́̉̌̽̒͛̂̎͘̚̕͜͠͝͝͝Ú̸̢̨̡̧̡̢̡̹̩̲̥̹̰̺̠̬̟̼͚̜͓͓͙̗̲͕̻̘̻̱̳̫͎̣̲̊̐͗̎͋́̈́̽͒̈́̑̑̀̎̀͌́͐̽͑̀̅̀͐̎̅̀̎̔̇̂̊̃̑̓̿̋̌̈́̿̏͛̋̃̿́͑͋̓̒͆̇̒̃͑͐̔̊̂̏̒̿́̀͑̃͒̏̋̈̎̀̀̇̀̚͘͘̕͘͜͝͠͠͠͠ͅĢ̴̢̨̛̛̮̬͈̥̣̲̜͎͎͈̙̪̦̝̬̘͉̩͇̣͉͖͍̤̭̪͉͈̦̬͕̠̟̦̓̉̓̂̓̑̃̾͌̇̏̽̑̉͐͛̀̈̋̃̽̑̃̈͋̒̀̽̾̔̅͛̈̄̈́̅̑̎̾̽́̎͊͒̐̃̎͛͗̂̆̈́̈̄͛̈́̎̽̍͆̂͊͘̚̚͠͝Ḧ̶̨̢̨̢̨̨̛̛͔̬̗̻̟̺̻̟̞̳̯̗͓̠̫̣̮͖̮͉̭͔̣̟̼̫͉̘̭͙͇̬̰̗͍̺͖̪̭͇̣̬͓̭͕̪̪̱́͑̓̌̿̀̏̓͛͂̏̃́̃̔̄̊͂̌̂̂̐́̿̾͋̐͆̓̿̽̓̓̎̎̍͂̽́̾̎͊͑̀͌͑͌̽͒͆͛̈́̊̅͌̀̈́͌͛͘̚̕̚̕̚̚̚͜͜͠͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝H̸̢̨̨̧̨̧̡̢̪̼͚̤͓̲̞̭̹̭̖̘̗̲͖͇̮̜̭̜̞̙͓͍̠͕͕͍͓̦̗̱͇̖̖͇͔͖̟̝̺͎̣͕̫̼̣̳̭͓̼͓̎͌̎̒̿̇̍͐̆͜͝͠ͅH̷̡̧̡̧̨̧̪̤̭̲̳̻̪̣̻͉̰͎̙̗̯͈̯͙̼̝̳̟̥̱͍̟̖̣̺̝̺̭̲̜̙͈͚̗̗̬̓̆̎̾̃̅̅̄̇͊̅̓̓͑̅̓̐̆͊͒̓̌̔̋͆̂͆̇̊͊̀́͒͑̀̒̀̀̃̀͗̑̉̆̏̈́̇͂̏̿͆̌̅̾̚͘̕̚̚͠͝͠͝͝ͅÄ̵̧̨̡̡̛̛͍̝͚̰͖̫̜̜̜̤̜͙̫̦̖̦̺̪̣̣͍͇͔̗͇̞̖̻̫̤̰̲͖̭̝̉͗́̃̋̍̌̿̓̆̂̐̉̅̉͑̎̌̆̅̀̏̎̒͂̓͆͋̈́̏̍̽͊̃̈́͒̾̇͗̈́́̆̍́͆̋̈́̔́̃̋͂͒̂͆̔̃͐̀̀͊͋͒̓̎̋͛̂͑͆̉̈͒̾̀́̀̆̕͘͘̕̕͜͝͠͝͝͠͠͝Ä̴̡̛̛̛͖̘͇͙͕̼̟̱͔̜̣̎́̾̆̈͆́̓́́͌̒̓̍͛͂̂̒̆̉̔͗͐̊̍͋̍͌̃̽͊̔̉͋̄͂̃͗̓̎̇͛̽͌̊̌̏͐̾̓͛̚͘͘̕̕̚̕͝͠͝͝͠Ģ̷̛̛̬̗̯̬̙͚̭͕̣͕̬̥̟̲̯̟̭̻͎͎̲̪͚͕̼̗̣̾̒̓̔̉̈́͗̒̆̈́̉͊́͗̉͊̈͆̈́̀̑̓̅̑͊̓͗̏̈̓̍́͂̇̒̓̐̇͐͂́̓͋̒̒̔̐̽͌̈̓̃͌̾͂̃͑̂͛͐͗̔͒̇̔̂̓̀̈̒́̕̕͘͠͝͝͝Ȟ̶̡̢̦̯͚͉̪̺͈̰̳̦͎͆̊̅͒̈͊͑̓̾̽͒͌͆̌̀͋̋̈́͂̉́̅̇́͛̋̏̆̌͌͂̊̑̉̂͗̇̊̈̀̒̍̔̀̐̓͘͘̕͜͠H̵̨̢̧̡̛̛̛̖̗̫̥̼̰̞̣̫͓̞̪̤̻̘͔͓̪̮̪̪̩̣͍͔̦̯̖͉̙͍̣̱͈̹̦̫̫͍̯͚͈͔͚͎̘̎̔̿̈́͂̓̏̌͊̆̈̅̓́̂͆͊͒̾́̀̓̔̂̓̆̑̂̀̿̒͛̾̉̉̓̀̍̒̀̽̊̄̈́̕͘͝͝͝͝ͅͅḨ̵̛̳̣͚̲̘̖̤̰̟͇̱͓̠͈͈͆́͆͒̈́́̑̿̈͋̓͛̀͊̈͒͛̈́͛̎̐͑̽̂̽̐͆̾̀̒̊̌̌͐̈́̈͗̚͘͠͠

#south park #harriet biggle #harriet is the real bitch..#sharon x sheila real??#sheila is not a bitch y'all just mean #sheila broflovski #also do you think that sheila is a furry

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