#princess mountain

[iamthecomet]

Here's a thought, pillow princess mountain having sex in a garden surrounded by flowers~ ;)

Surrounded by the prettiest most beautiful flowers of them all UwU

Just like him and his lover.

basking in a beautiful experience.

day or night, either way what bliss~

This is basically a full fic at this point.

I'm not sorry.

Some weird ghoul magic/full moon nonsense below the cut

and also smut, duh.

It's rare that a full moon falls on the Solstice. Rare enough that it catches Mountain off guard. The moon always does weird things to the ghouls. Rain usually is the most affected. Pulled from his bed by some unknown force and out to the lake, or into someone else's bed. Drawn by the pull of the moon like a tide. Mountain's spent enough full moon nights with Rain to know that it's an all-night affair, exhausting, exhilarating. They can all feel it coming. Dew withdraws, disappears for days at a time, locked in his room. Moodier than usual, sullen, withdrawn. The girls get restless. Sunshine accidentally lights Papa's blinds on fire. Cumulus and Cirrus take to the orchards and don't come back for hours. Swiss gets snappy. His usually easy temper turned short. Aether is the only one of them not affected. Like whatever magic that lives inside of him is above and apart from the moon. Mountain envies it. Because right now it feels like his body is trying to tear itself apart from the inside. It's not painful. But something low in his gut is trying to tell him something. It's never strong like this. On full moons he usually spends his time with his plants, tending to them, listening to them. It quells the need in his muscles enough to get by.

But he's been in the greenhouse all day and the only thing that's happened is he's gotten more restless. The plants are good, blooming, flourishing under the new summer sun. The moon is high in the sky when Mountain really realizes how bad it is. He brushes dirt from his hands and intends to go to bed and finds the idea makes his body scream.

When he takes stock of his own body he finds himself rock hard in his sweatpants. Aching. No stimulation needed. Now that he isn't distracting himself with magic and plants his need is acute. It's not a heat or a rut. His are on impenetrable schedules. He's got another month. And it doesn't feel the same, there's nothing primal tugging at his brain stem begging for blood and a chase.

He just wants-- He catches movement out of the corner of his eye, through the greenhouse walls. It's Rain, long legs carrying him towards the lake. His pale skin glowing under the moonlight. Mountain doesn't think, all logical thought fled the second he became aware of his own body again. He throws open the door and calls for Rain. Stepping out of the greenhouse and into the garden that surrounds it as he does. It's cool out. Spring still clinging to its last breath. Rain turns to look at him. Then without hesitation jogs over to him. He runs an unsteady hand through his curls when he gets close. "Mount? What are you still doing out here?" "Lost track of time. And something...somethings weird with the moon, I feel--"

"Solstice."

"What?"

"The solstice makes it extra weird. Stronger. I don't know. It sucks. Swiss almost bit Sunshine's finger off. Dew hasn't spoken a word to anyone all day and I--" Rain cuts himself off. There's enough moonlight cast over his face that Mountain can see him blush. "You what?" Rain looks away. "You know what. All day. Nothing helps. It's like--" "Being in heat, except not?" Rain's eyes snap to his. And then Rain is on him, curling his long arms around Mountain's neck and kissing him with full force. Tongue licking into Mountain's mouth, hands digging into his hair. Rain pushes him back, off of the path towards a softer patch of grass amidst freshly bloomed irises. Rain catches him off guard, and before Mountain knows it he's on his back on the ground with a lap full of needy water ghoul. Rain's mouth never leaves his, tongue plundering. Rain tastes like fresh water, cool, refreshing. Mountain feels like he's been without water for days, parched. He curls his fingers around the back of Rain's neck and drags him closer. Rain's hips roll over his, he grinds down and Mountain can't think about anything except getting Rain out of his pants and sinking into him. He wants it now, he wants it five minutes ago. He fumbles with Rain's sweatpants, pulling until Rain laughs into his mouth and pulls away. Rain's steady when he shifts up to pull his pants off, then he gets to work on Mountain's. His hands move with ease. Mountain's body is shaking.

"How are you so calm?" Mountain pants. Rain looks up at him, head tipped to the side, fingers pausing on the button of Mountain's jeans. "I'm used to it." It's simple, easy. Rain doesn't elaborate, just finishes undoing Mountain's pants and slides them down to his thighs, not even bothering to pull them all the way off. Mountain sits up. He can't just lay back and take it right? that's bad etiquette, but Rain pushes him back to the ground with a hand on his sternum. "Relax, Mount. I've got you."

Rain makes quick work of stretching himself. Mountain can see the slick on his fingers as he scissors them in and out of himself. Mountain feels impossibly warm despite the cool air. His cock jumps against his stomach as he watches Rain work himself over. Fangs worrying his plush bottom lip. Mountain isn't used to letting someone else make all of these decisions. But Rain isn't allowing him any forward motion. He's pinned to the ground by Rain's gaze. By his insistence that he will help Mountain through whatever this is. He's helpless to it. Rain curls his wet fingers around Mountain's cock and strokes him, once, twice, Mountains' head thumps back against the grass hard. Pleasure rolling through him, already too much. It's only a hand, how's he going to handle it when-- He misses the moment Rain straddles him, rocketing back up the second he feels the press of his cock against Rain's hole. Rain sinks down, only an inch or two and Mountain has to touch him. He reaches out, putting a hand on each hip, digging blunt nails into his skin. He tries to keep calm, keep steady. His body screams at him to thrust up, to rock into Rain's tight body, and take what he needs. He grits his teeth. He waits. Rain sinks down the rest of the way, a broken sigh leaving his mouth as he does. He barely gives either of them time to adjust before he's rocking his hips, rolling Mountain's cock against his prostate and whining. He clenches hard around Mountain and Mountain swears his vision fails for a second. It has never been like this. Never felt like this.

Rain tips his head back up towards the sky. Moonlight washes over his skin. His precum glitters as it drips onto Mountain's stomach. Mountain uses a slow push and pull of his fingers to guide Rain how he wants him. But mostly Rain does all the work. Bouncing with slow, leisurely, strokes. All Mountain can do is watch Rain, take in the undulations of his body as he gives Mountain everything he has. Mountain drags his fingers over Rain's side, across his ribs, to rest up between his pecs. "Pretty," Mountain pants." Rain looks down at him, flushed and breathless. He laughs. "What about you, Sunflower?" Rain reaches down, he cards his hand over Mountain's hair, between his horns, and Mountain is suddenly hit with the smell of flowers. Hyacinth, lilac, roses. He smells summer. Rain comes back with a flower between his fingers, plucked from somewhere behind Mountains' horns no doubt, a deep purple violet. "You're a bouquet," Rain murmurs. Mountain feels his face flush. Rain laughs again, he reaches up to touch what must be more fresh flowers. "C'mon Rain," Mountain pouts, rocking his hips up to get his point across. Rain can play with the flowers in his hair later. Right now he wants to cum. Needs it. Rain rolls his eyes but there's no malice in it. Instead, he sets a pace that makes the breath rush from Mountain's lungs. It's not long before Mountain's toes are digging into the grass, and Rain is whining with each downward stroke. Mountain reaches for him, wraps a hand around his slick cock, and strokes him in time with Rain's thrusts. It's only a few more moments before Rain is bowing in on himself and clenching down hard on Mountain. Spilling hot and thick over Mountain's stomach. Mountain follows right on his heels, roaring with his release. Rain collapses, his head pressed against Mountain's chest as they both gasp for breath. Rain looks up at him and starts to laugh softly. "What?" "You're more flowers than hair." Mountain scowls, changing the subject before he allows himself to be embarrassed about it. "Do you feel better?"

Rain pulls off of Mountain's softening cock and stretches his lanky body, curling it against Mountain's like a cat. "Yes. Do you?"

Mountain nods. He does. The ache in his gut is gone, the pull and drag. The moon casts ethereal light on them. Rain reaches up to pluck another flower from Mountain's head, this time a bunch of lilacs. Rain brings them to his nose and inhales deep, sighing. "If I knew that was going to happen I'd do this more often." "Don't make fun of me," Mountain says quietly, eyeing the lilacs in Rains' fingers. Rain spins them, he turns his too blue eyes to Mountain's his face twisted in confusion. "I'm not," Rain says softly. "I love it. You're always calling the rest of us pretty, but look at you. Beautiful." Mountain bites the inside of his cheek, then pulls Rain up into a soft kiss, pulling Rain down so their foreheads rest together.

"Next full moon, right here." Mountain promises. Rain grins. "It's a date."

[mochiwei]

Day 20: Fire/Heat/Lava

[quercus-queer]

The gays have three genres: Pirates, Cowboys, or Immortals

[zombxie]

love being in obscure fandoms nobody my age cares about about

[y97dgu]

More of Dís and her family. my favorite girl ❤️

[jellydragons]

tetra is having a Day

[the-ninjago-historian]

As soon as I remembered this meme, I had to do it. As you can see, Cole is a very proud Papa.🤣

Also, first art I've posted of the bebes! Yay! Their names are Zephyr Brookstone and Valkyrie Brookstone! They're twins! And I should totally make some art of them where they don't look like squishy potatoes. Lol.

Edit: Almost forgot to add this. Reblogs are greatly appreciated! Same for any of my other art! No reposts though.

[bubblybloob]

There they all are in their feathery glory!

Explanations below

I didn’t want to do anything flashy for The Long Quiet, so I just gave him a simple scarf.

The Voice of The Hero I took a lot from my original design, I also kinda fused a cape with his wings? He can still fly? It’s just weird.

The Contrarian I gave a jester look, with a funky collar and some eye makeup

The Broken was one of the most interesting and fun. His wings have been cut off and his nails are broken beyond repair, as a representation of his lack of agency and readiness to hand his life over. He’s dressed in raggedy clothes with chains that he just can’t seem to pull off.

The Smitten wears a flashy, short cape, and flowers tend to bloom from his eyes and ears, he is blind and deaf to all but his love.

The Hunted is almost always puffed up, trying to look bigger and scarier than he is. His nails are long and sharp, and he wears camouflage to hide his bright white features.

The Paranoid needs a sense of security, and a cowl is the closest thing to a hoodie in medieval times. He’s so nervous that I feel he’d unconsciously pluck at his wings, they’re so disheveled that he can’t fly.

The Skeptic has this air of “I know more than you” to him? If that’s makes sense? So I gave him a poet shirt. Not much to it, I just really wanted to put him in a poet shirt. Oh and a ponytail.

The Cheated wears something a noble might, he has that sort of snarky attitude a noble might have. He also talks about cards and games a lot, so I attached a card theme to him. Sometimes they change card symbols, I don’t know if I’ll have it be mood based or not.

The Stubborn is wrapped up in a bunch of bandages, and the eyepatch and cleft ear is from that scene at the end with the Shifting Mound from the adversary’s perspective where your eye has been punched out and your ear looks like it might’ve been ripped.

The Opportunist I gave a thieving look, he has that attitude. As well as another ponytail, can’t have feathers getting in the way of the backstabbing move.

And that’s them! Now if you don’t mind me I’m going to go die now, my drawing arm hurts.

Edit: I forgot the Cold, damn

Someone suggested medieval assassin wear because he always insists on the princess being dead, and she usually is when he shows up. Also the wisps in his eyes? He has heavily impaired vision, because his worldview is so skewed.

[illustratus]

The Rescue - the Knight and the Maiden

by Ettore Tito

[gmzriver]

Anne Hathaway as Maggie Murdock in "Love and Other Drugs" icons.

[unknownn-girl]

⊹ ࣪ ˖

[iamthecomet]

Princess Mountain 2k23

But make him sloppy, Com. Sloppy princess in a pretty flower crown.

This is all your fault. Credit for the earth magic idea goes entirely to @kroas-adtam.

He's having a hell of a time figuring out whose hands are where. He thinks Dew's still kneeling between his legs, the hands on his thighs are warmer than usual, dry, as they stroke up over the muscle and squeeze. And judging by the taste of clove cigarettes, the fingers petting over his tongue, belong to Swiss. He could open his eyes and make sure, but god they feel so heavy. His head has gone hazy and soft. There's cum slicked in the crease of his hip that he's pretty sure is his own, he can feel it drying in the hair on his belly too. He drifts under their gentle touch until Dew's hands--they have to be Dew's--slip higher. He feels the press of two fingers as they slip easily into him. Mountain's eyes snap open. Dew's on his belly between Mountain's spread thighs. His movements are languid as he shifts. And it takes Mountain a second to realize what he's doing. He's--oh--he's dragging his fingers through the cum that's leaked from inside of him and is pushing it back in. Mountain shudders with it. Dew's eyes are glued to his own fingers. Mountain comes back online. He pulls his head away from Swiss' fingers with a slick noise. His lips slick with drool. Swiss drags those wet fingers down Mountain's throat, over his collarbone, and down to circle one of Mountain's nipples. He's sensitive, impossibly so. He feels his cock give a feeble twitch, exhausted, just like the rest of him. "Wasn't Aeth here?" "He went to get his princess some water," Swiss says. Mountain feels his face heat. Some part of him wants to hide from this. But what's the point. He's spread open, leaking cum on Swiss' comforter, with two of Dew's fingers in his ass, pressing in lazily. "You always make such a mess," Dew whispers, there's very little of his usual teasing in it, it's almost reverent. And despite the fact that the mess Dew's playing in isn't technically Mountain's, it gets the reaction Dew wants anyway. Mountain's stomach clenching, another kick to his suddenly re-hardening cock. Dew bites softly at the inside of Mountain's thighs as he swirls his finger through the mix of his, and Swiss, and Aether's spend dripping from Mountain's abused hole. "You want more already, huh?" Swiss asks, he cards his free hand through Mountain's hair, brushing his fingers around the base of one of his horns. "Three of us not enough for you? Maybe we should call Rain? The girls? Get everyone to treat you real good? You can just lay back and take it." Mountain hisses. If anyone asks, he'll tell them it was because of the way Dew's teeth are digging a mark into his thigh, and not from Swiss' words. It will be a lie. The door opens softly. Aether slides into the room, bottles of water in his arms.

"Are you back with us, princess?" Aether purrs as he sits the side of the bed opposite Swiss. He runs his cool fingers over Mountain's ribcage. Mountain nods, "yeah." "So fucking pretty, isn't he, Aeth?" Swiss' voice is a whisper. It's tinged with uncharacteristic awe. "Gorgeous," Aether murmurs in the same tone, he holds Mountain's gaze. Mountain wants to look away, the shame burning in his gut right along side his arousal makes him want to bury his face in Aether's chest and never come out. He doesn't. He focuses on the feeling of Dew's fingers still sliding in and out gently. Of the press of his sharp teeth to a new spot on Mountain's thigh. Decidedly physical sensations that take his mind away from-- "...don't you, princess?" Aether asks him. Mountain swallows, he missed the lead in to the question, he has no idea what Aether's asking him. Aether just smiles at him as Mountain flounders. "I said," he starts again, "You take it all so well. Don't you, princess?" "I--yes?" Swiss chuckles, he leans close, running his nose up along the side of Mountain's face. "You do," Swiss confirms, "so fucking good for us." Dew hums in agreement, dragging his teeth and tongue away from Mountain's thigh. "Should take a picture of him like this, Aeth. Show him just how pretty he is." The heat rises higher in his face. Mountain starts to slip again under the gentle press of their hands.

Dew's being distracting now, his fingers reaching deeper to curl upwards. He's hard against his hip, pulsing in time with Dew's strokes.

He sinks into their words, their touches. Suddenly, he's bombarded with the smell of wildflowers. His eyes snap open, and he moves to sit. He's so rarely loses control of his magic around others. But he can feel it now, the ebb of it in his veins. He knows what happened, knows he's sprouted flowers in his hair, circling his horns, and probably around the perimeter of his head.

Swiss barks out a shocked laugh. He strokes his fingers through Mountain's hair, around the base of his horn. Mountain feels a small tug. And then Swiss is spinning a vibrant blue flower in front of Mountains eyes. "Look at you now," Swiss grins, "gave yourself a crown and everything. I guess you really are a princess." Mountain whines. Humiliation tugs at his gut. Dew's fingers pause, shoved deep inside of him. Aether puts a hand on his chest and pushes him softly back down to the bed. "It's ok, princess," Aether says softly. He cups Mountain's jaw in his hand. He strokes his thumb over Mountain's lips and he immediately parts them, letting Aether press in just enough to bump into his teeth. "Just lay back and let us take care of you."

[tippenfunkaport]

Beautiful art by the wonderful and talented @taracandycorn

Tumblr, in an effort to bribe myself to write, I commissioned Tara (my beloved) to draw the climactic scene from my novel in progress as Glimmer and Bow with the condition that I could only share it once I finished the draft as a reward. And tonight (this morning? idk it's 3:30 am here), clocking in at 134k words, I finished this godforsaken draft at last and Tara doesn't have to murder me in my sleep because it's totally still winter, TARA, so there!

Normal people get fanart done of their OCs and I get my OCs done as fanart, it's fine.

This is the longest novel I have ever written and it will take me nine billion years to edit it in between everything else I have to do, but right now? I am celebrating!

(Paranormal romance. Yes, she's an angel. And if you're worried it does have a happy ending, but only after I emotionally devastate you a little. Shut up, you'll love it.)

And because this strategy of self-bribery actually worked so well, I have actually commissioned art of Glimbow as the three other novels I hope to finish this year so you all have that to look forward to.

But now? I sleep.

[leavingautumn13]

doing a little lore work for my pokemon emerald fic eye of the storm, so here's a sketch page

absol should be weirder.

so should mt. pyre.

[florescendo-romantico]

[hanawsstuff]

Vania *heart eyes*💖💖