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REBLOG IF YOU'RE AN ARTIST!!!

Professional or not, no matter what art style, I wanna see how many artists are out there.

THIS

And I mean it

♡ Inspired by a short story I thought of in Katakuri’s Pov ♡

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Let’s all celebrate the beauty of Harringrove and the fandom creators together. Join us on December 22, 2023, to spectate the 24 Hour Harringrove Relay Race!

Keep reading for more details and the significance of this artwork.

: ̗̀➛ The meaning behind the artwork:

A winter flower, the camellia is prized for its exquisitely shaped petals and evergreen foliage. Deep red camellias can symbolize passion, love, romance, and desire and convey “my heart bleeds for you” Blue roses are rare, and a popular gift among lovers, who often give them to express their feelings for one another. Dark shades of blue roses mean mystery and a dream come true. They represent the attainment of the impossible. 

These flowers are a display of love ♡

Artwork credit goes to the talented Albsans

: ̗̀➛ What is the Harringrove Relay Race? 

A relay race is an event where every hour (or more, or less, depending on the number of participants), a creator reveals their work at an assigned time, and then "passes the baton" by introducing the next creator in line to reveal their work. 

This particular event will last for 24 hours nonstop until all the works have been revealed.

After the relay race, the artists and authors will receive a PDF memory book of all the works contributed to the race, as a thank-you for taking part.

: ̗̀➛ Where will it take place?

December 22nd, 2023 on Tumblr. All works will be shared under the #harringrove relay race tag.

Artists and authors are free to reveal their works on other platforms as long as it is at their assigned time. 

: ̗̀➛ When will the timetable and participants be revealed?

The timetable and list of participants will be revealed on December 1st, to give participants time to schedule their work or be available at their reveal time.

: ̗̀➛ Can I participate? 

Participants in the race have been personally invited, but you can support the creators by reblogging, liking, and leaving positive feedback.

Hopefully, there will be another relay race and you are welcome to send a message if you’re interested in participating next time!

There is no specific criteria or application process. we just reached out to as many people as we could think of, in the hopes that this would be successful ♡

If you have not filled out the form sent with your invitation, we will not be able to add you to the timeline. So please do so as soon as possible!

Buttercup was BLACK. Its now been confirmed.

I can show my love now (and no can stop me)

We be boopin'

hotter than the flames he preduce 

roy mustang!

Howling

I like a lil THIC-ness 👅

My Harringrove Relay Race Piece!

Word Count: ~700

Pure sfw romantic fluff 💕

@harringrove-relay-race

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Carol got a flat tire and can’t make it in time.

So here Billy and Steve are.

Sat on the floor, ice packs in hand like weapons, the two of them working as a tactical team to keep Heather's brain from overheating. That's not how it works, but Billy’s ocd brain heard that cold helps her feel better after seizures on a hard day, and sort of ran with it.

Their best friend is epileptic, full time under the care of their other best friend. The boys are no medical professionals like Carol, but they’re functioning off of enough practical knowledge to be trusted to keep her safe.

Heather, however, doesn’t like feeling crowded.

Now that she’s responsive and relaxed again, propped up on some pillows, she complains, “Really, I don’t need babysat, you guys.”

Steve instantly backs off. He understands the feeling of overstimulation, comparing in his head the feeling of having a crowd around after a meltdown, blurry forms of faces getting too close.

Billy would. But his instincts are screaming at him to hold it in place. Keep her cool, or something bad will happen. Something he doesn’t even wanna think about.

He swallows his nervousness thickly, “We’ll stay ‘til Carol gets here to help you out.”

“You’ve said that a million times, bub.” Heather smiles softly, understanding, at the same time really trying to get Billy to understand she’s okay.

That makes him sort of sheepish. Embarrassed by the part of himself he always wished he could control. He forces a little smile too, “I’m not bothering you, am I?”

“Of course not, sugar lump. But Steve looks like he’s going to faint. And you look tired.” She gently pushes on his cheek to make him look at Steve, and yeah, he does look worn the hell out. Damn it. He’s spent too much energy caring for everyone else again. Billy would be drowning in guilt, if not for Heather’s reassurances, “I don't feel seizure-y anymore. I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Caught between two sides of his own thinking, Billy starts to chew the inside of his cheek. Not even noticing he’s doing it.

Until Steve interrupts, quiet to show he isn’t mad, just observing, “Bad stim.”

He always carries at least two chew necklaces for that reason. Usually his favorite cloth one, and a rubber one for Billy. The chewies hurt his own teeth, but he wears it anyways, just in case his Billy needs it.

It’s romantic really.

And it is as well when Steve loops it off of his own neck, and places it over Billy’s, giving him an easy fix to the harmful chewing.

Appreciative, Billy kisses the palm of Steve’s hand as he puts it on him,

Watching the moment, Heather snorts a little laugh at them. “You two are so lovey-dovey. It’s disgusting.”

Billy rolls his eyes back, “Aw, you’re just saying that.”

In the short stretch of silence that follows, Steve decides to scoot a little closer and lay his head on Billy’s shoulder. At first, he thinks he might just want some affection, but the action suddenly reminds Billy of something.

“Do you wanna tell her?” He asks Steve, trying to be quiet about it.

She hears anyway. Propping herself up, Heather wiggles her brows, “Ooh, tell me what?”

“Promise not to have another seizure?”

“You know that’s not the way it works.”

“I don’t know… this is pretty big.” Alright, so maybe he’s nervous and stalling for time. So what?

Heather’s voice gets squeaky in frustration, “Just tell me, William!”

The anticipation is too much. Steve declares it himself, tapping his hands excitedly, “We’re getting married!!”

Grocery bags and car keys are dropped to the floor behind them. Carol’s home, and she has Tommy with her.

Billy and Steve will be the first of their friends to get married. It might help that they don’t have college or kids or budding careers in the way, but Billy’s proud of the achievement anyways.

Tommy flashes a signature cheeseburger smile and gives a thumbs up behind Carol, who herself shrieks, “What?! Tell. Me. Everything!!”

Everything including Billy dropping the ring under the couch and losing it, or Steve crying so hard he got the hiccups, and couldn’t eat the cookies Billy baked to celebrate?

He won’t say no, but they’re going to be here for a while.

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Hope y’all liked this little snippet! And if you enjoyed this, I bet you’re all gonna love what our next poster has in store! So excited and thrilled to announce the very talented, very inspired- @nymphwriter!