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Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

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nothing makes me more furious as a kinda linguistics student when people say to someone "omg you have an accent!!!"

EVERYONE HAS A FUCKING ACCENT

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writing a stupid essay about xix century's literature suddenly got so better when he's asleep on a video chat on a second window

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Exhibitionist dom Zeph. Listen. They've got these boys wrapped around their finger they'd do anything to please the em, so they're going to get weird. I got weird. Yeah.

Anyways depravity under the cut.

Giving whispered orders to their subs, watching their eyes widen and their cheeks flush, knowing full well they have to make the decision to obey despite their surroundings or be punished for not listening. And only God knows if they'll be merciful enough to wait to punish them in private.

Reminding Mountain in the sweetest voice that pets don't belong on the furniture when he tries to sit on a pew during mass. His eyes flick to and fro, mouth opened to protest but he can't bring himself to make the sound. Their gaze flicks to the space at their feet and a brow quirks up, waiting for him to challenge their authority but Mountain folds easily. He makes a small, nervous sound and kneels in the narrow space between the pews. Zephyr pulls his head to lean against their knee, petting through his hair, purposefully teasing the base of his horns. Poor puppy spends the entirety of mass trying not to let a soft fuzzy haze to take his mind. Too busy fighting the embrace of submission to notice the odd stares.

Taking Ifrit on their evening walks only to crowd him against the wall of the stairwell. It's easy despite their size, Ifrit almost forgets to breathe when they're pressed chest to chest. Lips curled coyly, they tell him to fuck them right there over the railing and Ifrit goes cherry red. He knows better than to argue, Ifrit's always been the most reluctant to entertain their perversions, but the back of his thighs are still bruised from the last time he hesitated. Ifrit isn't quiet, he fights and struggles to shut himself up, little whimpers echoing back to him in the empty stairwell. Every sound is so fucking loud and unmistakable, he feels like a sexual deviant.

Purring against Dew's ear that they want a show, bored of their chores. They want to see his pretty body, their pretty boy. Zephyr tells him bluntly to strip and Dew, rarely one to feel things like shame, meets their eye and starts to work at is uniforms buttons. Doesn't break eye contact as he stands bare before them, even when their gaze wanders. They perch him up on the edge of the counter in the library and chuckle, realizing he's a few inches taller like this. Takes his hand, spits in his palm, and tells him to touch himself. Dew goes a little pink as he whispers a 'thank you' and he does what good boys do.

Waltzing their way over to Aether during a break in practice a little too innocently. He knows what's coming and it mixes dread and excitement in his belly. They kiss his cheek, hand braced on his chest to feel the little jump in his heartbeat when they, all soft voiced and sweet, tell him they want him bent over the speaker. Aether's eyes go so wide when Zephyr unbuckles his belt and pulls it from the loops, folding it in their hands. He freezes for a second, brain catching up, before Zeph carefully reminds him they only have a few minutes before everyone come back. It'll be his own fault for wasting time if they walk back in to see his ass being spanked crimson with his own belt. And suddenly Aether can't move fast enough.

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YOU BETRAYED ME PEOPLE I THOUGHT SOMEONE LIKED ME HERE?!?!? (18.9% I love you)

my boyfriend is evil hes blackmailing me

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Ifrit having sex with cirrus for the first time and she’s like “fuck- call me a stupid whore, pull my hair” and ifrits like “no omg id never shame a woman I love women-“

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I forgot how much I missed just doing headshots

Here's some random ghoodles

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OMGGGG THIS IS INSANE NONO I LITERALLY LOVE YOU RAHHH THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINE HIM LOOKING IN THERE UHUHUU

Listen @hypnoneghoul you can't just drop a wonderful and heartwarming Swiss Cowboy being so smitten by transfem barmaid Mountain fic without expecting something from me!!!!! 🤠🫠

It's only a 5 minutes sketch there is more coming you better prepare!! 😤

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Sundown: Chapter 2

WC: 1,3k

Relationship: Pre-relationship SwissAlps

Tags: Transfeminine Mountain, AU; Cowboy!Swiss x Barmaid!Mountain, Fluff, Dancing, First Kiss

Swiss is smitten. He realized it around ten minutes after Mounty left him in his room that first day.

Read chapter 1 here or on AO3.

Read chapter 2 under the cut or on AO3.

Swiss is smitten.

He realized it around ten minutes after Mounty left him in his room that first day.

He is fucked.

That first day was over a month ago and he doubts he’s ever willingly stayed at one place for so long. His…arrangement with Mounty was working, though, he was helping whenever, wherever and however he could and in turn his horse was getting food and water and he got to sleep in a nice bed. But most importantly he got to spend time with her.

He wasn’t complaining; far from it.

In the last weeks he’s met a few more people somewhat similar to the barmaid. His brain is a little slow, taking in how people can be so different, so unique, but he’s doing his best and his…friends—he thinks he can call them that—are understanding and happy to spend time with him, too. That’s not something Swiss is used to.

They have a little team now—he, Mounty, and a cute throuple that the barmaid introduced him to a few days into his stay; Dewdrop, Rain, and Phantom. They are more or less around Swiss’ and Mounty’s ages, and they live together in one of the brighter, more lively houses in the little town.

Phantom’s somewhat of a local doctor—having taken over his older brother when he left to get better education out in the world. Mounty sometimes helps them by making special herbal teas for their patients. As Swiss learned, Phantom is non-binary, which…confused the man at first, but he thinks he gets it now. They are neither a boy, nor a girl, and that’s easy enough to grasp now.

Dewdrop is a resident horse-carer. He’s a stable boy, veterinarian, farrier, and a cowboy all at once. Anything related to horses—it’s Dewdrop’s job. He’s also like Mounty, but the other way around (as Swiss is explaining to himself).

Rain, on the other hand, is like Swiss. He’s just…the default, in terms of gender. His job in the town is a cook in a pub next to Mounty’s saloon. That’s why it was Rain who Swiss met first—he just came over for a drink after work one evening.

They all liked each other and Swiss was truly happy spending his time with the four of them. He never had friends, not anyone he could just…be with.

He still didn’t tell any of them who he really is, though, or rather who he’s known as. Not because he doesn’t trust them—he’s surprised to find that he actually does trust them already—but because he’s worried that they’d stop looking at him like they do now. That it would be them losing trust in him.

Swiss hopes it will come to sharing his story, but not yet.

He doesn’t want to or need to worry about that now. He rests against the bar—in the very same place that he ended up the first day—and sips on his whiskey. Neat, of course.

There’s a small party in the saloon—the occasion is unknown to Swiss, but he enjoys the atmosphere. It’s a small crowd in there, but it’s not crowded enough for Mounty to be working her ass off. Swiss is eternally grateful for that, for being allowed the sight of her smiling brightly and loudly laughing and dancing alone without a care in the world.

Part of that would change if only the man wasn't such a cunt.

There’s nothing he wants more in the moment than to get off of the squeaky stool, walk over to the empty-ish space where Mounty’s swaying to the music, grab her and twist her in his arms and lean down and–

He takes a sip of his whiskey.

Swiss stares at her for a while, barely blinking. He’s only snapped out of his trance by Phantom padding over to him and draping themself over his back, their chin hooked over his shoulder. “Whatcha sulking over?”

“What? Oh, no, nothing. I’m just tired.” he shrugs and smiles. He is a bit tired, he was cleaning the stables earlier, so it’s a valid excuse.

Phantom isn’t having any of it, though. They’re more than a little bit tipsy and they scoff at his lie, “Nuh-uh! You’re yearning.”

“I–” Swiss hesitates at being so bluntly called out. He sighs, “Yeah, I guess I am.”

The other sits on a free stool next to him, effectively blocking the view of the dancing barmaid as they hover their face mere inches from his and stare into his eyes. It’s just a little bit unsettling.

“What…?”

“Why are you just sittin’ here and being a little bitch?” Phantom asks and Swiss nearly chokes on his drink. “You ain’t a little bitch, do something!”

“Tommy, I don’t–I don’t know if I can,” he chuckles sadly at himself. Pathetic. “She’s just…fuck, she’s perfect and I’m…I don’t know, but I’m nowhere there, ya know?”

“Bullshit,” Phantom sing-songs. They spit on him a little as they do. “I’ve known Mounty for a few years now and I’ve never seen her like that, she’s the happiest she’s ever been, man! Ask Dew, he’s known her for a decade, he’ll tell you the same. Just go for it, what do you have to lose?”

Swiss thinks about it. Phantom is somewhat right, Mounty seems to be happy, but he doesn’t have much comparison. And what does he have to lose? Well…not much, truth be told.

The man shakes his head, takes a big sip of whiskey and pushes Phantom back to stand up.

“Go get her, cowboy!” they call out after him.

The saloon isn’t big enough for the crossing from the bar to the dancefloor to be long, but Swiss still starts to sweat on his way. What is going on with him!? His eyes are fixed on how Mounty’s hair reflects the light and how her eyes glint and how her skirt spins as she twists.

Swiss has to shake himself out of it to not make even a bigger fool out of himself. He saunters up to her—plastering his signature grin onto his face—and reaches out to brush his fingertips against the flowy fabric of her dress. She stops her spinning and the sudden halt makes her stumble over her feet and fall right into Swiss’ arms.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he chuckles, looking deep into her fresh-grass-green eyes. Both of them blush as Mounty straightens up, but Swiss doesn’t let go of her waist. There’s a question in his eyes and as he puts his other hand in front of the barmaid in an invitation, she takes it without hesitation.

Swiss smiles so hard it hurts as they start to dance.

They don’t talk, but they don’t need to—their shared movement is enough. They laugh and spin and laugh and twist and they’re both the happiest they’ve been in a while, even if the other isn’t quite aware of that.

Swiss is worried about the song coming to an end, not knowing what Mounty will do—not knowing what he will do—but all that is forgotten when the barmaid presses her chest against his and smiles even wider than she already was. The man’s chest hurts and his heart pounds as he makes a very impulsive decision that can very well get him kicked out of there.

He tightens his hold on her and bends her whole body backwards as he kisses her with all the emotions that have been bottling inside of him for weeks. Mounty doesn’t flinch and doesn’t pull back—just clings to his arms and kisses him back.

Somewhere behind them Swiss hears clapping and a whistle that sounds suspiciously like Phantom’s.

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puppy want a treat?

puppy want a fucking break from it all

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Mushy May will heal ghumblr. I know it will. I believe in it. I’m manifesting it.

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youre an olympic level hater. i respect it.

they asked me to represent my country in the sport of hating i said no. i hate my country

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LMFAO

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I’ve gotta be weirder about the water ghouls I’ve gotta be weirder about the water ghouls I’ve gotta be weirder about the water ghouls I’ve gotta be weirder about the water ghouls I’ve gotta be weirder about the water ghouls I’ve gotta be weirder about the water ghouls I’ve gotta be weirder about the water ghouls I’ve gotta be weirder about the water ghouls

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swiss ghoul

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romantic goth rain. because i said so

inspired by my convo with @media-nocte!

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