imagine, it’s early morning at the abbey, you’re in bed, well mountain’s bed. the sun is just starting to creep up, a light breeze coming in the window, birdsong chittering around. it’s warm under the blanket, slightly cooler outside, you can feel it on your nose. you shift snuggling more into the covers, mountain has his arm draped over you, his face tucked against the back of your neck, he senses your movement and pulls you closer. it smells like fresh morning dew and cedar. you’re completely enveloped in the giant, cuddly earth ghoul. his chest starts to rumble ever so subtly, a pleased purr. you rest your hand over his, entwining your fingers. he nuzzles your shoulder leaving the softest kiss there, dozy and half asleep. his tail wraps around your thigh as you two fall back into a cozy slumber for a little while longer.
as an appalachian girl lucy gray’s character (and by extension the covey band) really cuts me deep because that’s my people. my life, my dances, my instruments. and within two-three generations all of it is gone.
love it whenever your notifs pop up on my screen 🥰 so so grateful that we have you on tumblr (btw i can’t wait for ur upcoming fics asdhfksjd i get giddy just thinking about what you have in store for us — especially the drover one, it’ll def be a banger 😵💫)
notifs??? as in....tumblr notifs??? please tell me you don't have notifs on for my blog cause the shit i spam is TOO RIDICULOUS FOR THAT. fuck i'm sorry if you've opened it and seen like five posts about me lamenting for the moon knight bois.😭
watching the campfire scene from mopi to torture myself now I'm gonna watch all the gayest moments of dps because I'm missing my gay favorite movies but don't have the attention span or time to watch full movies rn
some mountain ghoul thoughts i had on my walk this morning..
give me mountain with wavy shoulder length hair. give me mountain with a messy bun. give me mountain with moss covered ram horns. give me mountain with tattoos of all his favourite plants and flowers on his arms. give me mountain growing weed in the greenhouse. give me mountain walking around the ghoul den shirtless and everyone ogling his tattoos and his pants sitting low on his hips. give me sweet and soft but intimidating mountain. give me mountain bringing you flower bouquets every few days full of flowers he grew. give me mountain laying naked on the dock at the pond soaking in the sunshine with rain and swiss swimming. give me mountain relaxing with a joint after a loud and overstimulating day. give me cheeky and smirking mountain.
FIFTEEN? FIFTEEN LINES? OH, JAIL FOR PARTNER. JAIL FOR PARTNER FOR an insignificant amount of time because ily.
PP: I’m sending an image your way, hang tight.
TBF: …Oh.
TBF: Is this another one of your purposed organisms?
PP: Yep, 050.
TBF: That’s quite a lot already.
TBF: I don’t understand though, why was this kept such a big secret?
PP: He should arrive in your can within 6 cycles.
TBF: Wait, what? Why?
TBF: Wait a minute...
PP: I made sure to give him as much training as I could manage without as diverse a collection as yours.
PP: Fluency in written language, understanding of how to both read and write data pearls, various methods of sorting and scrubbing through data…
PP: I even gave him a slower metabolism to keep him healthy during those long cycles when you’re really searching for something specific.
TBF: You really didn’t have to.
PP: I know.
PP: But I wanted to help out a friend.
I'm gonna spare teasing you, Mountain, I'm just excited to see you in my inbox! The thought of giving you Dewdrop ideas is fun but I hope you know I can't stop smiling right now because of you