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life recently ♡ me + my pals + sims + whicked whims = f u n !!

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today’s my birthday !! so i gift you some Alphrit :3

that’s how it works right?

a bit of alpha/ifrit sparring based on a conversation i had with @tinyluvs a while ago and never really stopping thinking about

you simply can’t convince me their workouts sessions don’t devolve into heavy makeout sessions and more

[mak-be-ghouled]

today’s my birthday !! so i gift you some Alphrit :3

that’s how it works right?

a bit of alpha/ifrit sparring based on a conversation i had with @tinyluvs a while ago and never really stopping thinking about

you simply can’t convince me their workouts sessions don’t devolve into heavy makeout sessions and more

[mak-be-ghouled]

today’s my birthday !! so i gift you some Alphrit :3

that’s how it works right?

a bit of alpha/ifrit sparring based on a conversation i had with @tinyluvs a while ago and never really stopping thinking about

you simply can’t convince me their workouts sessions don’t devolve into heavy makeout sessions and more

[mak-be-ghouled]

today’s my birthday !! so i gift you some Alphrit :3

that’s how it works right?

a bit of alpha/ifrit sparring based on a conversation i had with @tinyluvs a while ago and never really stopping thinking about

you simply can’t convince me their workouts sessions don’t devolve into heavy makeout sessions and more

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THANK YOUUU <333

today’s my birthday !! so i gift you some Alphrit :3

that’s how it works right?

a bit of alpha/ifrit sparring based on a conversation i had with @tinyluvs a while ago and never really stopping thinking about

you simply can’t convince me their workouts sessions don’t devolve into heavy makeout sessions and more

[mak-be-ghouled]

today’s my birthday !! so i gift you some Alphrit :3

that’s how it works right?

a bit of alpha/ifrit sparring based on a conversation i had with @tinyluvs a while ago and never really stopping thinking about

you simply can’t convince me their workouts sessions don’t devolve into heavy makeout sessions and more

[mak-be-ghouled]

today’s my birthday !! so i gift you some Alphrit :3

that’s how it works right?

a bit of alpha/ifrit sparring based on a conversation i had with @tinyluvs a while ago and never really stopping thinking about

you simply can’t convince me their workouts sessions don’t devolve into heavy makeout sessions and more

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Some Megs and Alpha >:3 💜🧡

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aaaand the newest addition to my ghoul designs

Pebble !!

my silly little mountain goat guy

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aaaand the newest addition to my ghoul designs

Pebble !!

my silly little mountain goat guy

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aaaand the newest addition to my ghoul designs

Pebble !!

my silly little mountain goat guy

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Mushy May Day 15: First Time/First Kiss

Pairing: Mountain/Violetta (Perpetua)

Note: this is suggestive but not quite explicit

AO3 link here or read below:

“Okay, I've got another secret for you,” Violetta said in between sips of a wine cooler, “I have tattoos.”

“I did not know that. I wouldn't call that a secret though.” Mountain replied, swirling around his third glass of whiskey.

“Well, there's one in particular that's really shitty. I have a butterfly tramp stamp I got on my 21st birthday.”

“Oh, wow.”

“So imagine if you will, some twink running around New York with a shitty butterfly tramp stamp.”

“I am in fact imagining it.” Mountain tried not to envision it too much, it was getting harder to hide his true feelings the longer the tour went on. They often stayed up later than they should just talking about life, as cliche as that sounded. She started getting comfortable around him and he respected her at every turn. But when he saw her face completely uninhibited by anything, he almost melted. He couldn't find the words to describe how incredibly beautiful she was. So he didn't. He let his eyes trace over her face as if to memorize it as she talked. He brought himself out of his memories to find the same face staring back at him.

“I think it was your turn to share, flower.” And then there was the nickname. She wouldn't know it but it brought him to his knees.

“Oh, right. Let me think for a minute.” He tried to think of anything else, something other than the way her green eye looked like the most beautiful stone of jade he'd ever seen. Something other than how he would do anything to be able to kiss her lips just once. Something other than the way she liked to lay her head on his shoulder and fall asleep. Something, anything other than-

“I love you.”

The words came out faster than his brain could process, and by the time it caught up Violetta was much closer than she was prior.

“Are you telling me the truth?” 

He nodded.

“Good, because I've been waiting for you to say that.” 

“Really?”

“I’ve been wanting to know how you taste for a while.”

“Oh wow,” he was getting even more flustered by the second due to the way she was looking at him, something he had only fantasized about as a way to fall asleep on restless nights.

“So, can I kiss you?”

“Yes, absolutely.” 

She moved forward, gently putting her hand on his cheek. His breathing became faster and his eyes fluttered. She hadn’t even put her lips on his and he was already the happiest man alive. 

“Are you alright?”

“Would you be alright if the most beautiful woman you’ve ever known was about to kiss you?”

“I should do that then, shouldn’t I?” She didn’t give Mountain a chance to respond before finally kissing him. It was soft, as if Violetta was still testing the waters. That didn't matter to Mountain, he was savoring the moment as if he would cease to exist when it was over. Violetta pulled away before saying,

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t very good. I got nervous once I started.”

“Vi, that was wonderful. Can I try though?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” Mountain wrapped his arms around Violetta’s neck before leaning in to kiss her again. He didn’t realize how insatiable he was until he felt Violetta gripping at the bottom of his shirt. He pulled away, hearing the faintest whimper from Violetta as he did.

“Was that too much? I didn’t mean to overstep, I-” he was cut off by Violetta climbing into his lap.

“Kiss me again, flower.”

He didn’t hesitate to do what she asked this time, hands grabbing at her waist. He slowly moved them to just under her breasts, not daring to go any further. As they kissed, Violetta couldn’t resist grinding against Mountain causing them both to moan into each other’s mouths. They deepened the kiss, their hands roaming over as much of their bodies as they could reach, Mountain still restraining himself. That didn’t last long though because Violetta grabbed his hands and put them underneath her shirt. Mountain felt like he was going to black out. He pulled away to both catch his breath and try not to come immediately.

“I was right,” Violetta said, “you taste really good.”

“What do I taste like?”

“A bonfire, the concept of a forest, and maple syrup. What about me?”

“Mostly like toothpaste but also strawberries.”

“I’ll take it.”

They sat together looking into each other’s eyes for a few minutes. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Mountain said, interlacing his hand with hers. “Not to bring down the mood but you’re not just humoring me, right? You actually want me?”

“Would I be on your lap if I didn’t?”

“Well I know that but…” He trailed off, tripping over his words. He didn’t want to assume she wanted the same thing because she kissed him. He didn’t know if it would be possible to move past this if that’s what she wanted, but he would try for her.

“Are you trying to ask me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“I would love that.” Violetta kissed him again, much slower but with the same intensity.

“I have another question.”

“What’s up?”

Mountain wrapped his hands around her lower back, dipping into the waistband of her pants.

“Can I see that tattoo you were talking about?”

“Only if you use it as a target.”

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Mushy May Day 12: Flowers

Pairing: Mountain/Violetta (Perpetua)

AO3 link here or read below:

Mountain watched the sunset through the windows of the greenhouse as he finished his work for the day. As he went to lock the door for the night, he saw someone on the steps very visibly distressed if he could see it from there. He was about to continue on until the stranger lifted their head and he saw a flash of silver.

Fuck. It’s her.

He hadn’t really gotten close to his new leader, which was admittedly his fault. Trying to bond with people was never a strong suit, especially not someone deemed so important. It took almost an entire tour to warm up to Copia. At this point he had a decision to make: he could continue on his way and feel bad the whole night or he could get past the nerves he felt and try his best to make her feel better. He went over to where he had the flowers planted and grabbed whatever purple flowers he had, that was the bare minimum thing he knew about her. Mostly lavender and lilacs, with a few bellflowers in between. He didn't bother to put them in a proper container, there was someone waiting for him. He finally locked up the greenhouse and walked over to her.

“Saw you over in the greenhouse so I got these for you.” He said, handing them over. She looked up at him before taking them. “Mind if I sit next to you?”

“Go right ahead.” she said softly. 

“What's your name again? I know people have been messing it up so I want to make sure I get it right.”

“Violetta.”

“That's a beautiful name.”

“Thanks, I chose it myself.” 

“Well, Violetta, it seems like you aren't doing very good.”

“You're very perceptive.” she smiled at him, eyes still glistening.

“What's on your mind, if you don't mind me asking?”

“This tour is stressing me out so much. I've performed before yeah, but usually in a bar, not in fucking arenas. Rehearsals are going fine, you know that, but I can't shake the feeling that I'll fail and people will hate the album and hate me because of that. It doesn't help that my brother hates me and clearly has no hope for me. I just-” she stopped, starting to tear up again. “Why doesn't he like me?” 

“I'm sure he loves you.”

“But he doesn't like me! I learned a couple months ago I had a brother and he fucking hates me!”

“He doesn't hate you, Vi. He's just going through some shit. Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you that.”

“I don't mind. At least it's not… y'know.” She looked at him again, staring this time. “You have pretty eyes. Nice shade of green.”

“Thanks.” They sat together for a minute before Violetta rested her head on Mountain's shoulder.

“You said he's going through shit right now?”

“He was very close with his mom. Your mom, I mean. He had no idea she was sick and she died right after his last show.”

“Holy shit.”

“It wasn't days or anything like that. It was minutes.”

“Oh my god, that's awful.”

“He hasn't really processed it yet. I am really sorry that he's treating you this way, you don't deserve that regardless.”

“I appreciate that.”

They sat together, watching the last bit of the sun cross the horizon.

“Thank you for sitting here with me.” 

“Anytime.” 

“You mean that?”

“Whenever you need me, come get me okay?”

“Yeah. I'll try.”

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Like Flying

finally got around to finishing this ficlet that's been sitting in my drafts forever, enjoy 1.1k words of mountain/zephyr tooth rotting fluff

puppy brain mountain strikes again :3

Mountain is practically barreling towards their nest the minute Zephyr mentions it, he’d intended to spend most of his day working- his to do list had gotten a bit out of hand- but with the look on Zephyr’s face and that shift in their voice? The way their hands trail a path into Mountain’s hair and around his waist like it's the only place they've ever belonged?

“C'mon love, surely it's ‘bout time for a break? Join me in the nest for a bit wont’ya?

Mountain truly has no choice but to oblige, his mind already getting a little fuzzy at the prospect of joining Zephyr in their nest. He’d do anything for his birdie, and oh did Zephyr know that too. 

Mountain moves first, takes Zephyr’s hand in his and starts walking off before Zephyr can even turn back towards the ministry, when Mountain is met with resistance he whips his head around, a moment of clarity hitting him like a brick.

“Shit, I’m sorry birdie, got a bit ahead of myself I guess” 

Mountain huffs a laugh and shakes his head in slight embarrassment.

“Cute” 

Zephyr says it simply, like it's as easy as breathing, and maybe for them it is, though Mountain stands frozen, face flushing with blush faster than it probably should at one word. 

“C’mon then, ‘m gettin tired sweet thing.” 

Zephyr says, smiling to themself as Mountain starts back at a pace they can keep, his tail betrays him though, whipping around behind them, wagging like an excited pup, it really is cute.

The walk from the greenhouse to Zephyr’s room really isn't that long, but to Mountain it feels like an eternity, and, when they do finally reach Zephyr’s door, Zephyr takes the moment to tease Mountain just a bit, they've never been one to pass up the opportunity, and certainly won’t start now, not when they get to hear that cute little whine and see the blush that rises from his collarbone all the way to the tips of his ears.

“Now you better not get any dirt in my nest” 

Zephyr chastises as they push the door open.

Like clockwork, Mountain lets out a sighing whine, he really doesn't want to have to go back to his room for a change of clothes, but even more, he doesn't want to disappoint his birdie.

“Aww, you're okay sweet thing, go find something from my closet, or just take off your work clothes you know I don’t mind” 

Zephyr says with a breathy laugh, giving Mountain a chaste kiss that ends before he can even kiss back, attempting to chase their lips.

“Go on then, sooner you get changed, the sooner we can get comfy yeah?

Zephyr says, patting Mountain’s cheek and Mountain can’t help but lean into the touch. 

After a moment, Mountain shakes his head, a poor attempt at clearing the fog building, and turns to Zephyr’s closet, he finds a pair of well loved sweats and tugs off his work clothes, tossing them into the corner and pulling on the sweats, opting for no shirt, his skin is still sun warm and Zephyr is always cold, he thinks, grinning to himself

“Ready?”

Zephyr questions, chuckling at Mountain’s eager nodding.

“Get comfy then, sweet thing, I’ll be there in just a second”

Zephyr says, moving around the room, setting a glass of water on their nightstand before taking off their glasses, when they look back at Mountain they’re met with the goofiest grin and arms extended out towards them.

“I’m comin, I’m comin” 

Zephyr chuckles

"Little needy today, aren't ya pup?"

They say as they move to join Mountain

Mountain answers with another whine, pulling Zephyr to lay on top of him.

“Hi”

 Zephyr whispers, barley audible, for Mountain’s ears only.

“Hi”

Mountain breaths out, just before Zephyr pulls him into a kiss.

Mountain sighs into the kiss, his entire body relaxing for the first time since he’d woken up that morning. Zephyr's hands make their way to cup his jaw and tangle into his hair at the nape of his neck, he wraps his arms around Zephyr and allows them to move him in any way they please, he’s not sure he could fight back even if he wanted to, not that he ever would, certainly not with the pleasant haze floating around in his head when Zephyr has him like this. 

Eventually though, Zephyr pulls back, smiling to themself as a soft smile creeps its way onto Mountain’s face, he looks so peaceful under Zephyr like this, and sometimes they wish they could keep him like this forever.

An idea floats across Zephyr’s mind as they lean back down, dodging Mountain’s lips in favor of mouthing along his jaw and neck, Mountain’s dejected whine soon melting into one of pleasure. 

Zephyr alternates between kissing and nipping at Mountain’s neck and lips, keeping him just out of the loop enough to keep his on his toes, happy to receive whatever it is his birdie has to offer.

Mountain is sure his brain must be working at half its normal processing speed because when Zephyr returns to his lips it takes a moment to register, only for him to melt further into their grasp, and despite his initial urgency, they drag him into a luxuriously slow pace, that is until they nip at his lower lip.

Mountain’s breath hitches and Zephyr breaths a low laugh into his mouth, never pulling away and instead doubling down, continuing to pull hitching breaths from their sweet earth ghoul. 

When Mountain’s phone alarm starts blaring, he whines, knowing that it means his time with Zephyr is over for now, that this peaceful moment where nothing outside of his birdie exists has come to an end, that he now has to pull himself from this headspace in favor of returning to his expected place in the pack dynamic.

“I’m sure we could stand to be a few minutes late to dinner, don't you think, sweet thing?”

Zephyr whispers low in Mountain’s ear, knowing full well he isn't doing much thinking in his current state if they have any say in it.

Mountain nods happily, nuzzling into Zephyr’s neck, only for Zephyr to grab the back of his head, encouraging him to lay back down against the pillow and granting themself access back to his neck and mouth. 

At some point though, Zephyr deems them late enough,

“Alright sweet thing, think we should head to dinner now, yeah?”

Mountain puts on his best puppy dog eyes, looking up at Zephyr as they ease themself to a sitting position.

“Aw, common pup, don't give me that” 

They coo, though Mountain just reaches out toward Zephyr, a silent plea to fall back into his arms.

“How about…you can have a kiss if you get up”

Zephyr sing songs, a smile blooming across their face as Mountain surges up to be within their reach, and as promised the earth ghoul is rewarded with his kiss.

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So...may I ask for.. some interactions between Phantom and Rain ! ? Or or Phantom and Aether ? ! Aaaahh Idk ! ! I love both !

Aethtom called to me 💜✨🦇

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So...may I ask for.. some interactions between Phantom and Rain ! ? Or or Phantom and Aether ? ! Aaaahh Idk ! ! I love both !

Aethtom called to me 💜✨🦇