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Today's picture of Mountain

Like a patient "little" boy

New picture of Per <3

I don't know how long I want to use this music for it...

Don't question it

Terzo: While I disrespectfully diagree-

Nihil: Don't you mean respectfully?

Terzo: *staring him dean in the eyes* NO!

Our poor little Ghoul 🩵

Where You Lay Your Head

[Dew goes silent. Not suitable for younger audiences. Implied/referenced unprovoked violence. I think this is the first time I've kind of written hurt/no comfort? Kind of?] Below the cut.

It's... It's silly really.

Dew idly plucks at the strings of his bass, no rhyme or reason to the pinch and pull, just an excuse to snap them against the fretboard and hear them twang and buzz.

It's stupid.

He coughs and Omega shoots him a worried look, almost dropping the jar of ointment in his hands, "You okay, kit?"

Dew's ear twitches, but that's the only response the older ghoul really gets from the younger, eyes glassy and unfocused, teeth clenched in spite of the large bruise across his chin.

He's fine, he tells himself that much, but when Omega approaches him to treat the split in his brow, he flinches.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Omega assures him, unable to get the smaller man to meet his gaze.

Buzz.

Dew bows his head, letting Omega prod at his face, continuing to fiddle with the strings between his fingers.

Twang.

He hasn't let go of it since the incident.

Not since Alpha attacked him.

Snap.

Not since Ifrit picked him up off the floor.

Buzz...

Mist tried to take it from him when she saw the state of him, tried to get him to let go for just a second so she could check on him, but he wouldn't let her.

His nails are a little dirty...

Dew's stomach swims.

...Twang...

"I need to see your hands, Dewdrop."

He shakes his head.

"Dew, I have to-"

He shakes his head.

"Dewdrop."

Omega pulls the bass from his grip, it doesn't take much force at all, the way Dew's fingers are cramped and sore.

"Dew..."

His hands continue to twitch, but his eyes lose their fog, replaced by the misty shimmer of tears.

...SNAP.

"Oh, oh, kit, it's okay..."

It's not.

It's really not.

A week passes.

Alpha hasn't shown his face anywhere near the ghouls' den.

Probably won't be back for a long time.

If ever.

But it doesn't stop Dew from looking.

Doesn't change that he can't seem to find his words.

His hands shake when they're not holding something, but Mist won't give him back his bass, and Omega keeps him away from the practice rooms, saying he needs to stop.

Needs to rest.

Needs to do something...

Something else.

"For just a little while, okay?"

The larger ghoul is stressed, and trying hard not to let it show.

Dew blames himself, and he knows the others suspect as much, but so long as he keeps his mouth shut, it's all just hearsay.

Another week passes, and he thinks he's better.

He still...

Still can't talk.

But!

But he can play!

...Right?

Mist gives him back his bass, and it feels like a piece of him has been returned to him.

He feels more confident with it in front of him.

Safe.

Almost.

Practice goes well.

Real progress.

...and then Ifrit gets too close.

It's not his fault, how Dew reacts.

His hand comes up to clap him on the shoulder and Dew panics thinking he's about to be hit.

Omega has to carry him out of the practice room because he can't move his legs.

But... but he can move his fingers.

Even if they just uselessly paw at the air mimicking that...

Buzz.

Twang.

Snap.

Dew would like to say he got "better".

That he pushed through and that he's "okay" now.

But he's not.

He can talk, most of the time, but he can't talk about it.

Never talks about it.

When Omega visits and gives him a look he knows all too well, one that tells him, "You can talk to me."

He avoids him.

Avoids the questions.

The comments.

The concerns.

He pretends like he's not that same person who was hurt.

That he's not still... scared.

That when the other ghouls get too close, his anger is all play, and not just a façade to cover up his fear.

"It's called fight or flight, Dew, but there's a third reaction and-"

Dew isn't the same pussy ass water ghoul who froze up on stage when Alpha swiped at him.

He's not.

He's not.

He's-

He worries the fat strings of his old bass between his fingers, ignoring the deep scratch along the body that lines up a little too well with the line of scars that extend from the tip of his pinkie, across his chest and stop abruptly at his brow.

Buzz.

Aether finds Dew alone in his room, legs crossed on his bed, fiddling with the tuning pegs, loosening the strings.

Twang.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

.

.

.

"No."

Snap.

I really miss our Banana boy 😭😭😭

(I'm sorry to all the members of the band that he won't be with them anymore...but Sodo...poor Sodo, I think he's heart just broke)

We still have Chris, but we don't have Aether. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to see them/him live and I can never see him on stage in rl. 🥺🍌

Attention?

Phantom: Hey Dew, how'd you get to be such a good guitarist?

Dew: Focus and concetration. I've trained myself to never get distracted.

Mountain: That's not true, yesterday you dipped your french fry in your lemonade 'cause you were looking at Rain's ass across the room.

(no problem Dew, I'd love to watch that too)

I don't know what I wanted to post because I went out to the kitchen, I still remembered there, then I came back into my room and...

Men in Black feeling...

I have no idea what I wanted 😭😭

But here is a random pictures of them until I remember what I wanted 🤙

Bonus 😈

Just a few pictures of Rain's ass, nothing special 🤭

(like heaven's gate)

🏎️F1 Masterlist

Nothing yet...

This is how I imagine Phantom's first days

*pov: based on a true story*