It is as quiet as it can get when Mountain wants to read at night and Swiss isn't ready at all to go to bed🎵
Swiss is singing "The Book of Love" by The Magnetic Fields, which I absolutely adore 🥹❤️
Thanks @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May!! 📖
My account on YT was banned for some shadow reason that I'm too insignificant to know so I'm just gonna upload them here in full. I hope the quality is not too bad y_y;;
I joined the GHOST community in June 2021! Not so new no more. A lot of these stills were made before I even really had a feel for the characters/performance the musicians were giving us. Some of the jokes are very vague for this purpose hahaha.. It all works out though! I think a lot of people really enjoyed that aspect of it. :)
Aether and Mountain in the gardens weeding and mulching all day and when they're all tuckered out and sweaty Dewdrop brings out the hose and hoses them off like they're dogs
Contains: Heat cycle, enough cum to drown a small village, forced feminization my beloved, a skirt that has never done anything wrong getting absolutely ruined. For the darling @belle--ofthebrawl
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His head no longer hurts, and when he flips the light on the bedside table on, so jerky and uncoordinated he almost knocks it over, the light doesn’t feel like thumbs pressing into his eye sockets. The only thing he does feel is a sickening desperation, somewhere between foreign and familiar. His thumb texts Swiss because he finds himself utterly unable to resist getting his other hand wrapped around his still-hard dick.
Need help, he types. You were right. If Swiss screenshots this for any reason at all, he’s going to make sure Swiss doesn’t have either the fingers or the brainpower to ever use a phone again.
i think he often lies when he needs things but doesn't know how to ask for them. or doesn't want to. for example when he needs some love, some softness, he'll come up to someone and murmur that he's had a panic attack. he hadn't, but that way he's immediately engulfed in someone's warmth, no more questions asked. he usually doubts he deserve to be loved unconditionally, so he creates fake situations in which he feels like he does deserve it
Aethers overwhelmed in the infirmary. Omega and delta calm him down.
Thanks to @forlorn-crows for the prompts this month!
Aethers eyes stung.
He stared at the speckled white countertop while delta whizzed past him once again to check someone’s beeping iv. His head felt fuzzy, his vision felt far away. A pressure behind his eyes he could only hope wasn’t any real tears, just exhaustion. The sterility of the air made his stomach turn, an absent thought granted to wonder when the last time he ate was.
“Hey, are you doing alright?”
A large hand rested on aethers back. Omegas voice was comforting, almost too much so. Enough that the pressure behind aethers eyes only deepened as he attempted to blink away whatever tears were forming. It shouldn’t be overwhelming, just the knowledge that omega recognized his emotions and cared, but aether can barely speak beyond the handful of napkins that felt wadded in his throat to express that he was ok.
The silence was enough for omega. He remembers his first couple months topside. Always either touring, practicing, or attempting to tend to any sick or wounded siblings. A constant rotation of activity and need. Delta also barely held it together as well when he was first thrown into the rotation of being a quint, mostly being sent down to help in the morgue. Hes always been better with them anyways.
But staff was short, and something was going around the abbey. It was just a couple minutes past midnight before they all had even gotten the chance to breathe. Aether felt as if he was holding constant pressure on a wound. Enough attention and force to hold the blood in, until it eventually stopped. The moment to calm down leaving it to bleed freely.
The beeping from down the hall stopped. Silence fell over the wing as static rushed to fill the space in aethers head.
“Just take a second aether, sit down” omega pulled out a chair and lightly pushed on his shoulder to get him to sit. Aether played with his hands nervously in his lap. He feels like he had forgotten something, like there was a mistake he missed, like there had to be something else to do.
Delta soon walked back to take his own seat in the nurses station, giving omega a concerned look over aether state.
“Jellyfish, can you grab aether some water?” Omega said quietly over his shoulder “and maybe one of the expired granola bars”
“I’m fine omega” aether finally spoke, looking up at the older ghoul. “Just a long night, I can handle it”
“It’s ok if you can’t”
Omega pulled up another chair into their little triangle when delta handed him the small snacks. It was a nice peaceful moment between them, omega wondered how many times they’d been able to sit together without it being band or work related.
“You haven’t drank any water in 5 hours. You’re upset because you’re dehydrated and hungry” delta mentioned matter of factly. Aether had to snort at the bluntness, taking a small swig of his water.
“Again, I’ll be ok. I’ll get used to it, a lot happened tonight but it’s fine” the granola bar made him cringe. The spoiled plastic taste on his tongue making him take another larger drink of water. He would have to tell papa later they needed a better supply of food back here, though he’s sure the others have mentioned it.
“Even delta still can’t handle it aeth, that’s why we banish him to the morgue. So we definitely don’t expect you to be ok with everything so soon” omega joked, sending a lighthearted smile to delta.
“I thought they sent delta to the morgue because he made the siblings uncomfortable?”
“They did” delta said
They couldn’t help but all giggle with each other, half a joke and half a truth, but delta never minded.
“You’re doing great, kid, just know that. I’m proud to have you here with us. Besides, the siblings love you”
“They do?” Aether asked
“Yeah, one earlier said that she wanted you to take her temperature with your-“