Love, you are foolish, you’re tired
Your sleeplessness makes you a liar
The city is burning
The ocean is turning
Our only chance is the lighthouse
clutches chest
or here have a swagtre version if thts what u prefer 8’)))
leaves this here and cries
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Title: Natural Disaster Part Three
Pairing: Swagtre [Swag/Entre]
Warnings: Student/Teacher relationship. Will eventually become NSFW.
Other: I’m really sorry to Mister 72 if I royally screwed up your speech patterns. Rhyming is not really my thing…
AHHH I CANT WAIT FOR MOR ELKJSDF
30 day otp challenge.
swagtre.
day 6: wearing each other’s clothes.(normal ‘verse)
[fyi, all the normal universe fics have a bit of a linear narration, so keep that in mind when reading them! and go read the others if you haven’t already :) ]
UGH SORRY I POSTED FROM MY PHONE WHICH DELETED THE READ MORE
I’m sorry if you saw this without the Read More. ugh.
omg i actually started cracking up like a loser about wario’s moustACHE LGJLAUDKGALdKGALDFKAJG
UGOISDJFGJADG
30 day otp challenge.
swagtre.
day 5: kissing oooohhhh.(normal ‘verse)
lKGJLSDF THE END GOIUOWEUFAJGKDSFAF
AAAAAAAAAAAAA GOOd
sO I DECIDED TO JUMP INTO THE WAGON AND DRAW SOME GLOVECEST EHEHE~
EVEN THOUGH I CAN’T DRAW HANDS WORTH SHIT
oh….oh bless
some idea..that popped into my head as i was drawing????
Fists bared down into the stained wood of his axe, eyes lidding. “I could…kill you,” he said, weakly, distractedly, not really realizing what he said completely contradicted what he’d confessed a few nights ago. His hips started to roll in something like a steady pace. Pathetic chokes were squeezed from Swag’s throat and the sound just spurred Entre on. He watched as the angered red of the other man’s cheeks deepened into purple, a lack of oxygen evident in the muted blue in his lips, but he didn’t show signs of wanting Entre to stop.
A hand came up, but it didn’t try to nudge or knock Entre away, instead it clutched at his shirt and tugged, making Entre pause. Then he realized Swag was moving his hips just as eagerly against him.
“Don’t. St-top,” Swag hissed out in a hoarse whisper. “You a—asshole.” And then the fingers were tugging at his arm, grip almost bruising.reposted here because for some reason my art blog doesn’t show up in tags uvu
HOLY FUCKING SHIT SOMEONE DREW FANART FOR A FIC I WROTE????????
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I DONT THINK THIS HAS EVER HAPPENED IN MY LIFE EVER???????????????
lKGJLKDF FRICK!
LGKJADFL WOW JUST WOW WOWIE
ROWDY-DAMN
THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG ITS SO GREAT AHLGKSDGIWUER
Title: I wrote a thing
Author: Daphneeds
Summary: Swagtre is happening why are you reading the summary just read the actual Swagtre
Warnings/Triggers/Kinks??: Language, don’t want to ruin it for you but barely any sexy things, this is srs bznss
Pairing: Swagtre
‘Verse: NormalHi this is finally not PWP so it will probably only get 4 notes but have this warmup drabble
this is just normal universe Swagtre interactions with mention of ‘72 ok bye-bye
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
DRAGS HANDS DOWN MY FACE
THIS IS SO
GOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
OOOOHMYGOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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