#harvies

[rockwithu]

ㅤ       ◟      ï๑      ♡       “good   morning,   baby,”   anthony   said   softly,   setting   the   plate   down   on   the   table.   he   walked   over   to   daphne,   who'd   been   standing   in   the   doorway,   brushing   a   gentle   kiss   against   her   forehead.   “how   are   you   feeling?   i’ve   made   breakfast   for   us.   thought   you   might   need   something   to   eat.”   he   didn’t   say   it   aloud,   but   he   hoped   she’d   feel   strong   enough   to   sit   down   and   eat   with   him.   anthony   had   been   worried   about   daphne   for   days   now—her   pale   complexion,   the   way   she   spent   most   of   her   time   curled   up   in   bed,   and   the   persistent   bouts   of   nausea...   seeing   her   appetite   wane   had   only   added   to   his   worry.   “our   doctor’s   appointment   is   at   eleven,   so   you   can   go   back   to   bed   for   a   bit   more   if   you   want.”

[loveshard]

@harvies sent: [ CRUSH ] receiver is sender’s boss and knows sender has a crush on them. they decide to act on it late night during closing from hyper specific smut prompts

the clinic was quieter than usual, the faint hum of the overhead lights filling the silence as the pair closed up for the night. holden shuffled through a disorganized stack of patient files, his fingers absentmindedly sorting through the papers while his mind wandered elsewhere; specifically on alfie, who lingered in the exam room, readying the area for the next day. the man had rolled up his sleeves, the fabric pushed back to his elbows, and his tie hung loosely around his neck, a reflection of his fatigue. as he grew tired of doing busy work, he casually leaned against the door frame of the next room to watch them in the organization process. the late hour blurred the edges of his typically composed demeanor. still, his piercing gaze on alfie remained sharp.

“you’re thorough,” holden commented, his deep voice cutting through the stillness. it wasn’t the first time alfie had stayed late, but tonight, holden noticed something different in the way his employee moved, their dedication and attention to detail exhibited in the moment. it was distracting, more so than ever before, and he could barely contain his building magnetic attraction for the other. "and that's what i like about you," he mused, moving closer to enter the room, his gaze unwavering.

"you've been staying late more often than not. working hard, sure," holden remarked, lips curving into a faint smirk, "but it's not just the job that keeps you here, is it?" holden's hand moved onto alfie's hips from behind, halting their movements completely. "you don't have to say anything," holden murmured, his solid frame pressed against alfie's back. "i think we both already know." he was done playing the delicate dance around his feelings, throwing away the familiar game of restraint and desire that was equal parts thrilling and pure torment. "tell me if i'm wrong."

[etxrnaleclipse]

Closed starter for @harvies || Pedro and Eli

It had started to quieten down at the expo as things moved into the afternoon, and Pedro decided to take a wander around, meeting people. He was mostly just there to help, but also provide information regarding the local police and job opportunities at various levels within the office. He had spotted one particular booth that interested him earlier in the morning and so he made his way across, smiling at the young man who seemed to be in charge.

"Hey." Slipping his hands into his pockets, Pedro smiled in a friendly manner. "Just wanted to say I love what you're offering here. It's great to see someone putting so much effort into youth."

[courtesons]

for @harvies

Ben wasn't exactly the biggest wedding guy, but sometimes you just had to go thanks to a family commitment or to not come off as a jerk for missing out on their special day. Truth be told the wedding had been rather beautiful, all things considered and Ben had mostly been idling at his table as others dance or drank or enjoyed themselves. But instead Ben had been noticing a certain pair of eyes on him for a little while now. An older man who didn't seem to be a guest but had been running around a fair but on the special day. Staff? Maybe, but no uniform. Photographer? No camera. Wedding planner? That was a better guess.

Either way, Ben had found those wandering eyes of a handsome older man to be quite the little thrill on a day like this. So eventually he set his drink down and walked on over, a playful smile on his lips as he locked eyes with the man. "So not sure if you were trying to be subtle, but I couldn't help but notice how much you were checking me out" Ben replied boldly, raised brow and playful smile on his lips.

"Not that I'm not flattered, but were you going to make a move or just stare all night?"

[reddevilmcnt]

@harvies. do you want to come in ? i was gonna take a shower … [ from frankie to alexei, pre break up cx ]

Brows lifting with intrigue, Alexei stalled in the doorway, caught in a magnetic pull between what he truly desired and the restraint dictated by propriety. As an older man, he was no stranger to his own directness---- whether someone sought fleeting passion or genuine connection, Alexei preferred clarity. A simple question. A straightforward answer. But with Francisco, everything was different.

He wanted him. Not just for tonight but for something deeper. He didn’t want to rush or risk losing the fragile, electric thread weaving between them. This date had been perfect----- fun, intimate, and alive in a way Alexei hadn’t experienced in years. Yet that one casual mention of a shower had ignited something primal, his heart hammering in his chest, eyes darkening with raw need.

He licked his lips, feeling his hesitation and desire tangle like a live wire. "Yeah, sure," he murmured, husky tones rich and unsteady. "If you want me to..."

Even as he said it, Alexei knew he must look obvious, need etched into every line of his body as he stepped over the threshold. But who could blame him? Frankie was breathtaking----- so unfairly gorgeous it made Alexei’s thoughts scatter. They had fun, they connected, and every smile, every glance, only deepened Alexei’s craving for him. For all of him.

The bathroom filled with the sound of rushing water as Frankie turned on the shower, steam curling toward the ceiling and cloaking the room in a soft, heady haze. Alexei hesitated, hands brushing the hem of his shirt but not lifting it just yet. Instead, he let his gaze linger, hungry and intent, wanting to see Frankie’s reaction---- wanting to watch his desire spark into something uncontrollable.

“Mind lending a hand?” Alexei teased, lowly purring as a corner of his mouth tugged into a playful smirk. “Since you seem so eager for me to join…” He chuckled, the sound deep and charming, before adding, “Kidding. Kind of. But hey, extra hands never hurt.”

It wasn’t long before Frankie, clearly exasperated, stepped in to tug Alexei’s shirt over his head, revealing sculpted muscle still dewy from the humid air. The touch of Frankie’s palm on his abdomen sent a low, involuntary sigh rumbling from Alexei’s chest, a sound of pleasure that felt nearly dangerous in its intensity.

They stripped, clothes falling carelessly to the tiled floor, and stepped beneath the cascading warmth of the shower. The water slid over them in rivulets, tracing the hard lines of Alexei’s frame and pooling along the toned perfection of Frankie’s. Alexei couldn’t hold back anymore.

Cupping Frankie’s chin in his hand, Alexei tilted his face upward, then leaned down to capture his mouth in a searing kiss. The moment their lips met, a deep groan spilled from Alexei, his hunger surging. Frankie melted against him, pliant and eager, the connection between them combusting like a spark to kindling. There was nothing more exhilarating, more addictive, than being wanted in return by the one you couldn’t stop thinking about.

A growl rumbled from Alexei’s chest as his tongue teased the seam of Frankie’s lips, tasting, exploring, coaxing. He wanted to devour every sweet sound Frankie made, to drown in the heat of him. When Alexei finally broke the kiss, letting Frankie catch his breath, his voice was a husky rasp against the humid air.

“God, you taste so good, baby.”

His lips trailed a slow, deliberate path along Frankie’s jaw, planting kisses that sent shivers coursing through both of them. “You’re my baby boy,” Alexei murmured against Frankie’s skin, his words a promise, a claim, as the shower’s steam swirled around them.

[courtesons]

Oh this man had definitely opened up a pandora's box with trying to outflirt Alistair and had just given the man the all clear to get even more wicked and see if he could get a blush on more than just those ears of his. Even as Phil pulled away, Alistair was shameless in stepping closer to return that limit space between them. Even boldy wrapping an arm around Phil's strong waist. Anyone looking over would see an intimacy most couples wouldn't be comfortable with in front of people, let alone two strangers.

"Mm, see if I wait though somebody might snatch you up first and I can't have that - can I?" He hummed, so close his lips were almost on Phil's neck as he squeezed his side. "So many things though darling, every wish of yours shall be my command. Every dirty thought or wicked desire you've ever had, even onces you have been too shy to tell your partners about...I'll make come true" He promised with an almost purr like noise to his voice. "Every inch of your body shall be worshipped, if you want it. I'd even get under this table right here and now and start, should you need me to" He hummed, smirking shamelessly.

"And I think one of us should at least be tied up for the other, perhaps with red and green rope to make it appropriate for the season" He said so casually, lips grazing against his jawline. "So tell me darling, confess every wanting need of yours to me and I'll make sure by the end of the night they've all gone from fantasies to reality."

phil felt his heart skip a beat. it wasn’t often that someone turned the game back on him quite so effortlessly and he had to admit, he was enjoying every second of it. he let the moment stretch, the warmth of alistair’s breath lingering against his skin, before turning his head just enough to meet his gaze. “the naughty list, hm?” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “well, people on the naughty list don’t get me as their present. but if they’re lucky, they might just get a chance to earn their way onto the nice list... if they play their cards right.” his grin widened as he leaned back slightly though not enough to break the connection, but just enough to make the other close the space if he wanted more. phil’s eyes flicked down to where alistair’s fingers toyed with his shirt button, the touch warm against his skin, before he met his gaze again.

“impatient, are you?” phil asked, his voice dipping slightly as he chuckled. “i can see how waiting might not be your strong suit. but the best things...” he added, his fingers brushing lightly against alistair’s wrist before retreating, “are worth waiting for. don’t you think?” he tilted his head a little, “you know...” he continued softly, “just because you’ve got my attention doesn’t mean i’m easy to win over. so tell me... what exactly are you going to do to make me forget about the rest of this party?”

[birdskullz]

art from the past few weeks!! the gf brainrot is alive and well <333

[fletchingbrilliant]

Doing a thing that lots of people do but I wanna do it too

I love all of them so much so I'm just doin all 12 little guys, hopefully more after that cuz I love most of them very much

(Permaybehaps I'll open up comms for farmers portraits some time too)

[operagroove]

Dc stuff. I think they should give speedsters goggles more often it’s so cute.

[just-a-drawing-bean]

Here's a huge dump of a bunch of GITM art I forgot to post

Can you tell which one is my favorite hahaaaa. I'll post the full body Harvests when he finally gets completely revealed. READ GHOST IN THE MACHINE RIGHT NOW!!! the lovely gitm au belongs to @venomous-qwille

[diioonysus]

"Mother is a verb. It's something you do. Not just who you are." 

[rockwithu]

ㅤ       ◟      ï๑      ♡       it   was   pathetic,   spending   christmas   eve   working.   blair   wouldn’t   go   as   far   as   to   say   he   was   lonely,   but   he   didn't   have   any   other   plans!   the   thought   of   spending   the   evening   at   home   had   crossed   his   mind,   sure.   curling   up   on   the   couch   with   simba,   watching   hallmark   movies   while   a   steaming   mug   of   hot   cocoa—loaded   with   marshmallows—warmed   his   hands.   maybe   he’d   even   bake   some   gingerbread   cookies,   or   more   realistically,   demolish   an   entire   pack   of   store-bought   ones. but   instead,   he   was   here.   working.   and   that   was   fine.   really,   it   was. blair   returned   to   the   office   with   a   coffee   carrier   in   one   hand   and   a   paper   bag   in   the   other,   balancing   it   all   carefully   as   he   nudged   the   door   open   with   his   shoulder.   he’d   stepped   out   briefly,   going   to   the   nearby   café   that,   miraculously,   was   still   open.   “i   got   us   pastries!”   he   said,   placing   the   takeout   boxes   on   the   table   alongside   the   drinks.   the   room   smelled   instantly   better—like   cinnamon,   chocolate,   and   coffee.   he   set   axel’s   drink   down   at   his   desk,   the   usual   order   he   knew   by   heart   at   this   point,   before   unboxing   the   snacks.   pastries,   cookies,   a   couple   of   sandwiches—more   than   enough   to   make   their   overtime   feel   a   little   less   sad.   “take   it   easy.   it’s   christmas   eve.   we   deserve   at   least   one   good   thing   tonight,   right?”

[loveshard]

continued from ordinary things that feel intimate ask prompt (@harvies)

holden didn’t look away when alfie caught him staring; instead, his gaze lingered, steady and gentle, like he was memorizing every small detail of the moment. his mouth tugged into a quiet, barely-there smile. he leaned back a little in his chair, far from the other, hands still lightly gripping the edges of the paperwork he’d been pretending to focus on, though his attention had long since drifted. "something special," he said. the answer was simple, unembellished, but heavy with sincerity. “you do that,” he murmured, setting his papers aside and gesturing subtly toward him. “tap the pen against your face when you’re deep in thought. you’ll spend half the night like that, and tomorrow you’ll curse me for not telling you there was ink on your chin sooner.”

[etxrnaleclipse]

SEND ME “ 👨‍👨‍👧‍👦 + a muse to meet a member of my muse’s family. @harvies said: 👨‍👨‍👧‍👦 eli and pedroooooo

Meet Renata Simões. Pedro's mother and the light of his life. Pedro is an only child, and he always had a very close bond with his mother. His father worked a lot, though was very loving, but it meant that he spent a lot more time with Renata while he was growing up. He credits her as the reason he is who he is today. She is a psychologist, though works reduced hours as she approaches sixty, and lives with Pedro's father, Guilherme, just outside Sonoma, California.

If Eli ever met Renata, she would definitely love him but would be sure to warn what would happen if he ever hurt her baby boy.

[courtesons]

😈 for phil and alistair hehe c:

christmas time meme!

"You said you needed convincing, how this for conving - hm?" Alistair casually remarked as he ran his hand slowly down Phil's back, as if mapping the skin...before his hand came down on that perfect, muscular ass. The rest of Phil's muscular, beefy body bound in red rope just like Alistair had teased and stripped, while Alistair remained almost fully clothed. They didn't even know each other's names yet but here they were in a moment of sheer intenisty, fueled by want and undeniable chemistry. No matter how new it was.

"No party to distract you...and it seems you were, after all that, my christmas present...to myself" He hummed, leaning in close as if he might kiss the man but denied it at the last second, just to tease poor Phil further. "Shall I keep you here with me over the holidays darling, would you like that?"

[coreyww]

[Spoiler and Red Hood are pinned to the wall, surrounded by many of Two-Faces goons holding machine guns]

Two-Face: [Holding the coin] "Well, you two, you're about to get the same chance to survive everyone else does: 50-50"

Jason Todd: "You know Dent, coin flips aren't entirely random."

Two-Face: "I ... what?"

Jason Todd: "Mhm. Read an article about it online. Turns out one side can have a 51 percent bias. So ... not entirely random."

Two-Face: "EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD IS RANDOM!"

Jason Todd: "Well. Not that coin you've been flipping for like a decade. Actually, considering one side is scarred, it might even have a more lopsided bias that other coins."

Spoiler: [Whispering] "Jason, you can't do this to this guy, he has psychosis..." Jason Todd: [Whispering] "He's going to shoot us, Stephanie, fuck him." [Raising his voice.] "But hey, no big deal, right Dent? After all, it's not like a 51 percent bias really matters right? Maybe you should go back to the drawing board and make sure 51 percent of your face is jacked up too, just to make it accurate."

Random goon: "Shut up! The boss doesn't care about any of that, right boss?"

Two-Face: [Stares at coin.] "... my life is a lie."

Random goon: "Boss, one percent isn't that big of a deal."

Two-Face: [Pause.] "... see normally I'd flip a coin to see if I should kill you but now would it even matter now that I know this?"

[Silence.]

Spoiler: "You could maybe use Random.org?"

Jason Todd: [Harsh whisper] "Stephanie, don't fucking tell Harvey Dent about random.org!"