It has come to my attention that I never posted this masterpiece that I wrote with @cacturnefortheworse from the Wallace Cup 2020 on this blog. To remedy this two years later, here it is!
IT’S BEEN TWO YEARS???
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It has come to my attention that I never posted this masterpiece that I wrote with @cacturnefortheworse from the Wallace Cup 2020 on this blog. To remedy this two years later, here it is!
IT’S BEEN TWO YEARS???
me: *moans “i’ll kill you” during sex*
tumblr... must we do this must we break right now
anyway
someone steal harley too while we’re at it. frfr. may needs someone to bully her, i can’t juggle both by myself! x3 or heck -- steal may! take all my gotdamn muses, lord knows i prolly also write their counterpart in some capacity aslfjkasd
“NO ONE is offering to be held against MY tits—This is OFFENSIVE.”
Ah, YES. Come here, HARLEY. Wallace is just going to GENTLY wrap his arms around his head and pull him close—right into his CHEST.
Is -- is this allowed? Can ppl just... this easily fuck people up?? With a hug? At this point, it’s actually unclear to Harley if he’s more just... relaxing into a sensation he hadn’t realized he’s been missing, or if that feeling of tension fading away is just from the relief of not being outright rejected by -- again -- Wallace of all people. Either way, he’s able to pull himself together just enough to ignore how hot his face is and mutter a few words: “...Yuh give nice hugs...”
“NO ONE is offering to be held against MY tits—This is OFFENSIVE.”
it’s the kinda situation that’s too good t’be true, y’know? like -- if it weren’t wallace, he probably wouldn’t be so nervous, but since it is...
“well -- ah mean -- if yer lookin’... i-- well-- y’know... a-ah could be...”
i think i’m pretty set on this design, but i just wanna know: is the visibility on the above two in particular okay? i futzed around a TON with this damn gradient but i’m just unsure if that’s... clear?? enough?? ... ye. especially if u have vision problems (is that a good way to word that aaa), i’d really love to hear from you ;w;
friends, i just wanna gently remind y’all that harley sleeps around so the nsfw memes are not limited to my existing ships. i almost put this in the tags but i was like nah, they know that... && now i’m like well shit, DID they know that? x3
dom / domme … sentence starters
action prompts. add “reverse” to the prompt for receiver to perform the action on sender, instead.
i deleted my old blog by mistake, so i’m revamping these!! if you want to reverse them, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!
there was so much focus employed on the object that was being held firmly in his grasp, that his ears could only pick the last thing she said before she started to snuggle him like a teddy bear, which startled him to a minor extent. but it was good, otherwise who knows, he might've spend the whole time on trance!
it's a good thing she confirmed his doubt; he wasn't sure if her birthday was tomorrow or today, so nice! eventually he returns the snuggling, smoshing his cheek with her's, but keeping the thing hidden from view.
ya know how to catch a cowboy red handed! i never forget my girl's birthday, that i promise, harly! how do ya plan on celebrating?
harley, at first, was very much caught up in the warm n’ fuzzies of it all, & the high of it bein’ just before the midnight of her birthday. but just as she found herself giggling at his return of her affection an’ leanin’ in to smooch that squishy cheek’ve his, harley’s brain abruptly caught up with her ears.
slowly; gently, harley unraveled herself from her cowboy just enough to tilt her head an’ look him right in the eye. since it was about to be her birthday an’ all, harley wanted to believe she was wrong about what she’d heard; so she went in with an innocent, inquisitive sort’ve tone. “‘catch ya red-handed’...? but wouldn’t that mean ya were lookin’ fer som’n babe?” smiling gently, harley pressed forward with the sort of optimism that suited her rival much better than it did her. but -- she wasn’t gonna pick a fight; she wasn’t gonna pick a fight -- an’ wes, she knew, was an over achiever in this department despite not really havin’ th’means to be... so maybe there was somthin’ here that she was missin‘. whatever the answer, she reached out and brushed his hair back with gentle fingers as though to coax it out’ve him. “ah jus’ wanna celuh’brate it with you... but aftah yuh tell me what’s goin’ on... okay?”
Neon + desert aesthetic for anon!
When ur mom forces u to nap bc u woke up at 8am and stayed up bc u felt awake and so then after hours of strugglin’ to fall asleep, you finally do like right before your meds which means waking up within the hour, drowsily fumbling around to take the shit, going back to sleep, just to be awoken AGAIN in 2 hours by your mother, who has apparently become the fuckin NAP POLICE, bc not only is she here to make you take your meds -- oh no -- now you GOTTA wake up, even tho SHE was the one who insisted that you HADN’T GOTTEN ENOUGH SLEEP !!!
So anyway now ur struggling to even sit up straight on one of your fave muse’s birthdays. Cool.
"A little Taillow told me it's someone's birthday!" 🎵 [ He holds out a light green labcoat towards Harley. It's slightly shorter and way more fashionable than his own, with diamond patterns adorning the pockets. Now they could match! ]
"A lil' Tailow did~? Ehehe! Remembuh' t'thank that lil; birdie fer me~!" Her continued laughter is cut off with an abrupt gasp--because this... this is a custom piece! Li-like it has t'be, right?
Blushin' at the thought, Harley removes her own li' denim jacket, which leaves her in only the black high-cut crop-top for now. But it pairs well enough with this gorgeous lab coat, which she allows Rezzy to help her put on, arm by arm. Since there's no mirror around in the immediate area, Harley settles for looking down and assessin' the fit before givin' Colress a lil' twirl.
"Ba-aabe... Ah love it! How's it look??"
“Tuh’morruh’s th’best day’a th’ ye’uh; yuh know why? Cause it gets tuh be all. uh’bout. me!! That’s right bitches: it’s! mah! birthdaaaaay~! hey-eey!!”
“But hey -- it ain’t too early t’celebrate if y’ask this birthday bitch. Anybody as bored as Ah am~? Who knows, Ah might even give out some ‘Harley smoochies’ as a lil party fa’vuh~!”
“You know I would never hurt you, right? Even if you’re still figuring things out, I’m glad there’s at least a part of you that knows!”
“Well yeah, Ah guess that’s th’thing... Ah guess Ah really don’t... know that. Ah mean Ah do... but...”
But...? Well like, he really didn’t think Colress was gonna turn around and lay his hands on him inappropriately or anything, but the other kind’ve trust? Well, they had already had run-ins with that before. An’ Harley still couldn’t shake the feelin’ that Colress wasn’t lettin’ him all the way in, himself -- so if that turned out to be true, then, well...
“Ah don’t.” Harley found himself barely looking at him -- his head lowered with his eyes just barely peeping up; hands fidgeting absentmindedly with his hair. “Yuh-- Y’understand why... don’tcha?”
"My ships are hopelessly in love and utterly devoted to me and would never do a face-heel turn on me because they know very well the consequences. Who's winning?"
“Honey, Ah would leave you fer uh Wallace in uh HEARTbeat.” Hmm... maybe he should say som’n to soften the blow though? Yeah, but first -- a peck on the cheek. “Ah still love ya tho.”
“Ah think bugs are neat~!”