I was tagged by @rainberrycurses, @watermelonsugarhii and @halosboat in three ask games, thank you so much! 😘💞
First, I made illustrations of myself using this and this picrew, with the idea of going for modern-day mage/sorceress looks inspired by The Witcher (which didn’t end up working so well, but the intention was there haha) ✨
Playlist prompt challenge
Rules: shuffle one of your playlists and for the first 3 songs that play, you have to write 3 fic prompts around those songs
Unsurprisingly, I picked Harry and Louis as my pairing ❤️
1. Orville Peck - Turn to Hate
A roadtrip AU in the southwest of the US. Harry and Louis are in their early 30′s and meet at a motel or a gas station. There’s immediate attraction between them, and they quickly develop a reluctant but intense love-hate dynamic with great sex and poor communication. They eventually part ways on a stony note (with lots of repressed feelings and pride involved), and the story ends with a concluding shot where one of them catches up to the other on the backtrop of a beautiful sunset in the desert. They both get out of their cars and look at one another as the sky turns red and purple behind them.
2. Shuggie Otis - Strawberry Letter 23
Something soft, bubbly, colourful and vibrant, probably involving quite a bit of nature and a little fantasy and/or magical realism. Harry and Louis are 10-15 years old and fall in love. They meet often in the forest close to where they live and make it into their secret spot: they pick fresh strawberries, listen to the cheerful chirping of birds, bask in the sunshine, lie down in the grass and peck each other’s faces with kisses sticky from having eaten too many sweets. Whenever forced to be apart (usually not for long), they send each other letters without fail. The letters Louis gets from Harry always smell sweet and are signed with the imprint of a smooth, glittery lip gloss.
A modern slow-burn fic with heavy angst and a happy ending. Harry and Louis are in their early 20′s and have been best friends for years; Boy Nr. 1 is in complete denial and is starting to date around a little, while Boy Nr. 2 (our POV) is pining and suffering terribly. The Cannons song makes me picture a scene in a club / at a party where Boy Nr. 1 is dancing with some girl and Boy Nr. 2 watches them while nursing a drink, his heart thick with longing, sadness and doubt because Boy Nr. 1 keeps sending him mixed signals before pushing him away all over again. At the end of the night, they both confront each other and end up exchanging a long, passionate, desperate heated kiss.
I’m tagging @amantisegreti @technicallysideacc @vilounelle @sunflowrhaz @ireallysawanangel @tobeakingbesideyousomehow @louis-sott @hiccoops @ravenclawwit @fleetwoodshaz @wherewillyoublaze @winteraell @swampminstrel @merrrrrrrrry + the people who tagged me to do any part of this you want 💞
