#little mounty

[autumnblooms]

Happiest of birthdays dear @forlorn-crows !! A quick Mountain just for you to say: I hope your day has been as wonderful and amazing as you are! 🖤

[sammaggs]

4x07 Mountie Sings the Blues | Smirk

Their attention was largely diverted by a number of women who were performing what I'm told is a form of modern dance.

[vaguely-concerned]

shortest saddest sad short story you'll ever read:

in memoriam: 1971 mint condition buick riviera car lighter, never depressed

[whencallstheheart]

[who-do-i-know-this-man-s3]

⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

[lilypadlys]

Cumulus has an extremely impressive rock collection. She has everything from geodes and crystals to fossils and petrified wood. She also has scrapbooks filled to the brim with pressed flowers and leafs, neatly labeled by species and date. The reason? Mountain.

Shortly after Cumulus was summoned, when she was still shyly getting to know everyone, Mountain noticed her take interest in the flower beds surrounding the ministry. She seemed entranced by the bright blooms. One day he presented her with a bouquet of roses he’s grown himself and the way her eyes lit up left him smitten forever. 

She still has that original bouquet he gave her. She came to him, upset a few weeks later when the flowers had begun to wilt. She was worried she'd done something wrong and killed the poor buds. He explained that it was normal for cut flowers to die quickly and while she nodded in understanding, he could tell she was still sad. Determined to return a smile to her face, he researched a ritual to enchant the flowers to never wilt. Now the bouquet sits proudly in a vase on her dresser where she can admire it every day.

Now it’s become a thing, Mountain gifting her flowers, and it’s quickly expanded to other natural items. Enchanting flowers while possible is difficult, and besides where would she put them all? Cumulus learns how to press flowers and keeps them in scrapbooks alongside pictures of her packmates. She does the same for leaves.

She has a whole shelf dedicated to the crystals and pretty rocks he’s found for her. Her favorite is a heart shaped pebble he found on tour a few years ago and gave to her as a good luck charm before they went onstage. It’s small enough that she had it made into a pendant and she wears it as a necklace, never taking it off.

[fish-paul-society]

Merry Christmas, to all the Alpokians out there, and a happy New Year. I'll make a more general christmas art some other time, for now, gotta feed the LKS Community.

[spacetyrant-arts]

Themmmmmm <33

[earthandsunandmoon]

The Tragically Hip - "Gift Shop"

[ghostieagere]

hopefully maybe going to be posting a little ficlet later today :3

[paterday]

There’s a bunch of mounty cadets behind us and they are so small looking

[sammaggs]

1x09 A Cop, A Mountie and a Baby | Human

VECCHIO: Inuit story? FRASER: Yep. VECCHIO: Let's hope it works.

[kalesaladd]

what if the ghouls had a beach day?

step number one: sunscreen!

most of the ghouls tan very nicely, although phantom burns super fast. dew? dew looks like a lobster when he’s been outside all day.

as a result, aether insists on slathering all of them in a sunscreen balm that he and mounty have perfected! dew fusses the entire time and just wants to GO ALREADY so he can play in the lake with rain! everyone else is very cooperative :)

phantom (victim number two) falls asleep on a beach chair just from the gentle rubbing and touching. mounty and aeth join him in their “dad passed out snoring on the beach” activities.

step number two: water activities!

not even five minutes after they get there, cirrus is yelling at dew for trying to drown swiss… and then at swiss for trying to drown them both. she’s standing at the edge of the water screaming “DEWDROP YOU TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF HIS HEAD THIS INSTANT OR SO HELP ME SATAN”.

mounty and aether also help dew and phantom play chicken in the shallows. rain is doing laps very gracefully or floating perfectly still on his back… while swiss tries and fails to do the butterfly.

rory is chilling on a unicorn floatie in the lake with sunglasses and a drink, sunbathing like the princess she is! once lus is done corralling the boys for sunscreen time, she joins aurora in getting tipsy off wine while floating on the water.

dew & swiss always try to flip the girls over… which often leads to them getting kicked in the face. bug is hanging on to the edge of one of the girl’s floats just loving life!

step number three: sandcastles!

once phantom wakes up, he wants to make sand castles! but sunny wants to play monster and stomp on bug’s sandcastles! at first, aurora is helping bug make castles… but then she starts helping sunny stomp on them.

phantom still has white zinc on his face bc lus keeps making him come back from his sandcastles to slather it on his face (mom activities). she’s saying something something about how he has enough freckles already and she knows dew is gonna get burnt and she doesn’t want to deal with two burnt ghouls.

dew is gonna need someone to untangle his hair later… he didn’t braid it and he has a sensitive scalp. it’s going to be a process.

but wait… what about bathing suits?!

lus is wearing a full get up: one of those old timey one pieces, with her beautiful flowy hair, pretty sandals, a nice floppy hat that matches her suit, and a flowy coverup!

cirrus is wearing a matching bikini in the same pattern as lus’s one piece. her hair is in beautiful french braids so it doesn’t get tangled :)

aeth has got the quintessential (haha get it) dad outfit on: khaki shorts that are too long, an unbuttoned hawaiian shirt, dad sunglasses with the strap that holds them on your head, beat up birkenstock sandals, and white zinc on his nose.

mounty is sat under an umbrella wearing a regular pair of swim trunks, but he’s got a sun hat on, sunglasses, a long sleeve sun-shirt, and lots of SPF 100 sunscreen. he is very fair skinned and freckled as well… and he knows he can’t afford to sit and tan like some of the others.

aurora is wearing a frilly multicolored bikini, fun sunglasses, adorable matching sandals, and her hair is beautifully braided!

dew is wearing long ass board shorts (black… duh) and sunglasses. he’s simple. his hair is NOT braided or tied back…

bug’s swim shorts are purple with little bats on them (a gift from rory). he’s also wearing a bucket hat and those silly arms floaties (cirrus made him wear them bc she’s worried about him drowning).

rainy is so fabulous… he’s wearing 5” inseam shorts in some pastel color that fit perfectly. he looks like a men’s swimwear model.

swiss is wearing a speedo…

thanks to my friends for helping create this silly post :) @passifaggot @nyxiamoon @hanalyrata

[tinyluvs]

thinking about minuteman!mountain who absolutely can not look down when swiss drops to his knees and starts pulling at his belt, knows if he looks down, he will cum, immediately. but, swiss already knows that, doesn’t even think about going easy on him. he drags his lips up mount’s cock and then sucks hard at his tip, smirking to himself when mount’s tip begins to pulse against his lips, just seconds after he starts. mountain groans, blushing furiously but swiss loves it, tells him, look at me when i make you cum, and poor mountain spills the second he looks

minuteman!mountain who can’t take his eyes off of where his and aurora’s bodies are joined, vaguely listening to her count upwards but she’s just so warm and wet, he really can’t help it when he yelps as she moans the number, thirty seven. aurora gasps when he floods her cunt, riding him through it and then slows right down, a little pout on her face as she huffs, oh, it’s okay mounty, start again, one..two..three., and the higher she counts, the faster she rides him. how she expects mountain to beat his high score of a minute, ten seconds, he does not know

minuteman!mountain who lets rain straddle his thigh, grinding back and forth slowly until his tentacle pops out with a splash that soaks him, the earth ghoul whimpering as his cock kicks in the space between their bodies. rain coos, partly at how far gone mount already is and partly at how excited his tentacle is to see him, she’s missed you, he hums, letting her curl around mountain’s cock, slick, gentle, suckers latching on. rain knows he wont last long, it’s written all over mount’s face as rain says, go on, show her how much you missed her, cum for her mount

𖤐 ghouls masterlist

𖤐 i wrote this while feeling like actual death so if there’s any mistakes, ignore them, i don’t wanna hear about em thank yew

[baocean]

𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪

⤷ chapter ten - split lips and dreams

five months ago

it’s spring, only a little over a month before you’re done with freshman year. mounty hall’s windows are opened a crack- fresh saltwater air blowing through, carrying sounds of laughter and music and happiness along with it.

you don’t even hear him walk up to you in the common room.

you’re too busy telling your friends about the guy in your marine ecology class who always smells like grape soda, but kie’s head snaps up from her spot on the floor, and sarah pauses halfway through painting her nails, and your gaze flicks up.

jj’s in the doorway, hood up, duffel bag slung over one shoulder. he’s got a busted lip and bruise blooming across the curve of his jaw.

your stomach drops as you blink.

then, you sit up. “oh my god? what the hell happened?”

he pauses, caught off guard by the way you’re reacting to him.

the entire first semester of freshman year had been nothing but snide comments and even worse glares. but suddenly, you’re bent over some bruises on his face.

it’s nothing new, he’d gotten into fights on and off the field plenty of times while being on campus. you, quite honestly, should be used to it, and quite honestly, shouldn’t care.

“huh?”

“your lip. your jaw- i mean your whole face.”

he glances down like he forgot. and then he shrugs, easy, careless.

“oh, went home.”

you frown. “what, and someone punched you as a welcome back?”

jj snorts. “something like that.”

“hey,” he says, holding up a phone charger like it’s a trophy. “got this though, so…win for me.”

“jj?” you meant it as more of a scold, but it comes out questioning, not at all convincing, a little bit of concern warped in.

but he just gives you that half-smile, the one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“’m fine,” he says, already walking past you. “tired, that’s all.”

your heart twists. he gives a nod towards sarah and kie, then gives you one last glance and heads towards the stairs to your shared floor.

but you catch the way he moves slower than usual. how he flinches just barely when he adjusts his bag, how his voice is dull at the edges- low, flat, sort of like he’s been out of it all weekend.

kie leans in next to you, voice soft.

“he’s fine,” she says simply. “just…let him breathe. he needs a couple days to come back to himself.”

you can’t sleep. you’d turned off your light, tucked yourself in, even scrolled mindlessly through your phone for an hour, trying to lull yourself into some kind of numb.

kie’s snoring is keeping you awake. and, the sight of jj looking like he’d just escaped hell.

you grab your water bottle and head out towards the water fountain, careful to close the door quietly behind you.

you jump when you see him. he’s sitting on the hallway floor outside his room, back against the wall, hood down, bruised jaw tilted toward the ceiling like he’s trying to count the stars that aren’t there.

he doesn’t flinch when you sit next to him, doesn’t say anything, just shifts his hand slightly so your knees don’t bump.

you steal a glance at him. he looks exhausted. not just tired, but worn, like life’s taken too many bites out of him and he’s still trying to walk like nothing hurts.

“can’t sleep?” you whisper eventually.

he huffs out a laugh, but there’s no humor behind it. “can’t breathe.”

it’s not dramatic, not loud, nothing like you’ve ever seen from jj maybank. just honest, a little too honest.

“is it the charger?” you try to joke, nudging your shoulder against his. “traumatizing trip for one wire.”

jj lets out a laugh that’s barely a sound.

“worth it,” he mutters. “i’ve been stealing john’s since january.”

there’s a beat of silence. you think he’s done talking to you.

“i hate it there. it’s like...i walk through the door and forget who i am. i just,” he shrugs, sighing. “turn back into him.”

you weren’t sure who he was. you could assume it was his father, lord knows with your experience, it’s the first thing you think of. but, you weren’t going to pry, you didn’t think he needed that right now.

you turn to look at him, but he’s still staring straight ahead, jaw clenched.

he’s clearly tense, his shoulders stiff and his breathing inconsistent. after a long moment, he leans his head against the wall and lets it fall just enough towards you, like he needed something to ground himself.

neither of you talked about that night afterwards. never once even acted like it, maybe even forgotten it happened, but it had.

her phone - present

his phone

you have really got to stop coming to these things. its a set up, a trap for jj to fuck with you every single time.

you’re in the bleachers with cleo, sarah, and kie. all off in their own worlds talking about things that have absolutely nothing to do with lacrosse.

the hood of your sweatshirt, a university of florida one you wear practically every other day, is pulled over your head, barely keeping out the glare from the stadium lights.

you’re watching number twenty six with a glare you’re sure even he can feel.

he’s running down the field with the ball, and you swear you’re only watching him because of how freakishly fast he is.

jj is playing like he’s got something to get out of his system. fast, reckless, mouthy. he's already been warned twice by the ref and john had to physically drag him off another guy ten minutes ago.

he dodges a guy so quick the player isn’t even facing jj as he runs past him. a gloved hand comes out as jj looks back to point at the guy.

and then- crack.

some guy from the other team blindsides him. it’s loud, brutal, and cheap. the whole crowd makes that sound, half gasp half wince, and jj hits the ground like dead weight.

your fingers grip the edge of the bleacher. your heart’s in your throat. you don’t move, and for a second, he doesn’t either.

rafe is already barreling towards the guy, ready to grab the guy by the jersey and throw a punch. but you’re too focused on jj.

he rolls onto his side, slow and shaking. he pushes himself halfway up on one elbow, spits blood into the grass, and wobbles when he tries to stand.

john and pope and half the coaching staff are running to pull rafe off the player, trainers are running towards jj. one of them grabs his arm, another one steadies him under the shoulder. jj swats them off once, stubborn, but he’s limping too bad to fight it for long.

they head towards the entrance back into the field house. he’s breathing hard, hair wild from his helmet, visibly hurt.

as they pass the stands, everyone’s head is turned to watch. but when jj looks up into the crowd, he’s only searching for one person.

he finds you and smiles. lazy, crooked, satisfied.

like he saw you flinch, like he felt you panic, like he knows. he’s bleeding from his mouth but still winning because he caught you slipping, caring.

your jaw clenches. you narrow your eyes at him, lean forward just enough, and mouth, clear as day, “you deserved it.”

his smile widens.

he shrugs, one-shouldered and slow, like even that hurts. he winces through it, still doesn’t look away. he mouths back, so casually you almost miss it, “worth it.”

like he got hit just to see the look on your face. like this is some kind of party trick he does, showing off and out to get a reaction out of you.

you shake your head, sit back like you’re brushing it off. but your hands are clenched in your sleeves and your ears are hot and cleo’s already whispering, “mmhmm.”

xoxo, mimi - sorry 😣😣 there’s so much writing and so little photos oops! and quick housekeeping, if you changed your @ and were on the taglist, lmk so i can update my list!

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[forlorn-crows]

i dont know. i usually make mac n cheese with a wooden spoon. that's all you need to know about how we got here.

mountain/aurora impact play w/a kitchen utensil. okay? okay.

"Don't have to do it very hard for me to like it, big guy," Aurora says quietly, smoothing her hands up and down Mountain's chest. "Just a little bit. Make my ass a nice cherry red for you to drool over."

"F-fuck," Mountain slurs against her lipgloss-coated mouth. His dick twitches in further interest.

She slides the spoon into his hand at the same moment she slips her tongue into his mouth, warming him up to the feeling of wanting to use it on her. He's always keen for a nice spanking or two, but he's less enthusiastic of using things that could hurt a great deal more.

"Don't think too hard about it," Aurora assures. "I'm a tough girl." She arches over his lap, moving to kiss at his neck so he has a perfect view of her too-tiny skirt.

"Belial, that looks good on you," he rumbles. Placing an appreciative hand on one side of her ass and squeezing.

"It'll look better over your lap," Aurora giggles. She stands up, still kissing at him as she tugs under his knees to make him scoot forward, more off the edge of the bed. She knocks his legs apart just so, planting her hands on them and pulling back to look at him. Fluttering her lashes and biting her lip in a right tease.

Mountain weighs the wooden utensil in his hand, flipping it this way and that like one of his drumsticks. "You sure?"

"Mmn, don't you wanna hear my pretty noises, Mounty?"

Mountain smiles at her and tugs at the waistband of her skirt. "C'mere then, you little tease."

Aurora bounces happily and drapes her little body over his lap, hips resting on one leg, top of her chest and arms cradling the other, torso suspended between them. Mountain bites back a noise and rubs his hand over her lower back, grabbing a little at her skirt.

"So pretty," he compliments. He pulls up the fabric, bunching it around the base of her tail and baring her to the room and his hungry eyes. Aurora arches and wiggles over his thigh, and the way her ass jiggles makes his mouth water.

"Know you wanna, baby," she purrs. She tucks her face into her arms, turning her head so she can look up at him coquettishly. "Give it a tap."

So he does. Just a few cursory ones across her bare bottom, watching the way her skin raises with goosebumps. The spoon makes a quiet tap tap tap with each soft strike, almost like the plap plap of raindrops on a leaf.

Aurora smiles, humming her approval. "A little more," she pushes.

Mountain furrows his brow and adjusts his posture, leaning back slightly to get a better angle. His fingers tighten on the handle and he spanks her again. The tap turns into something firmer, enough to make her ass jiggle from the impact.

Aurora moans happily. "Yesss, just like that. Even harder," she grins, kicking her feet. Eager, even when her face has started to flush. "Like you hit your drums."

Mountain hits her on the other cheek, not too much harder. He's rewarded with a high-pitched whine that makes his stomach go hot. "Fuck," he mumbles. "You really like it, huh?"

"Love it," she groans. "Makes me all tingly." Aurora giggles, pushing her ass into the air a little further. "Do you like it?"

Another smack, this time with the top of the spoon, the concave side cupping against her skin with a louder sound. Her eyes flutter shut, and the hit wrings from her a perfect, soft moan.

"Beginning to," Mountain breathes. He rubs along the swell of her ass, which is already starting to get rosy. Teasing her just enough to make her shiver in his lap.

"Mount. More," she begs, almost pouting. Bright eyes looking up at him full of want and mischief in equal measure. Catching the look on his face, they narrow and crinkle as she smirks. "C'mon, baby, make it hurt," she goads. Wiggling her ass and swaying her tail to give him an inviting look at her pink little hole. "Get me all raw and you can slide that big cock through--oh!"

Mountain cracks the spoon onto the other cheek, as hard as he'll dare. Groaning when she squeals with pleasure and delight. Cock kicking under her tummy.

"Fuck, baby, just like that!"

Another crack. Red blooming underneath her pale skin as she moans fully into the side of his thigh.

"Gods, you're hot," Mountain says dumbly. "When you've had enough--" He hits her again, same place. "--I'll kiss it better."