Ghoul Tails And Puppy Paws

Cryptid Biology 9: Trust

[Dew communicates his feelings... as best as a little imp can.] Below the cut.

Dew isn't sure what's going on anymore.

The ghouls are talking around him, a constant back and forth of sounds he doesn't understand.

Sometimes, one of them will lower themselves to his level, talk at him, and he'll recoil, pressing further into the corner of the plastic tub they've set him down in.

The walls too tall and smooth for his little nails to catch and climb out, so he's stuck.

He'd spent a long while hiding under his sweatshirt, the one he'd been wearing when he turned into... whatever he was now.

Rain had stuffed it in there along with his sweat pants and a couple other soft, familiar smelling things, and that had helped him relax.

At least he's comfortable.

He peers up at the aforementioned ghoul.

He hasn't taken his eyes off of him since they set him down inside the container, he looks at Rain's hand dangling over the lip of it, hanging down low enough so that Dew can scratch the top of his head and along his spine with it if he wants to.

And he does.

Rain wiggles his fingers a bit, helping him reach the itchy spots he can't get with his back feet.

Dew purrs as Rain pets him.

This... this is nice.

Dew could live like this.

His head feels delightfully empty.

If he'd known he could do this, he would have done it ages ago and lived out the rest of his life as a whatever he is.

Simpler than being a human or a ghoul.

Actually, that makes him wonder...

Why hadn't he been able to do this before?

Why now?

Is it because of them?

He looks at the other ghouls, distorted by the cloudy, semi-opaque prison he's in.

He chirps, lightly bumping Rain's hand away, climbing over to his sweatshirt and making one, two, three small circles.

He settles into a little loaf, sighing contentedly, tail tapping against the plastic rhythmically as he lays his head over his small, overlapped paws.

"Dew?"

Dew lifts his head, locking eyes with Aether.

He can understand his name at least.

Dew watches Aether's mouth move, unable to make sense of the noise coming from it.

He lowers his head again.

There's a sigh.

Probably Aether realizing talking to him like this will get him nowhere.

Dew responds to it with a full body shaking yawn.

Being small is... surprisingly exhausting.

He feels the container move, but he's barely aware of it as he tucks into himself, he needs a nap.

When Dew next wakes, he's being held.

He's not really sure who it is that's holding him, but their hands are large, bigger than Rain's, but thinner than Aether's, and a bit too soft to be Swiss'.

He sniffs curiously.

He smells dirt.

Why does he smell dirt??

DID THEY THINK HE DIED AND TRY TO BURY HIM??

Dew's eyes fly open.

Yipping when he notices he's currently being held in the muddy palms of-

"Hey there."

It's Mountain!

Dew doesn't know why, but this... this comes as relief to him.

Better the earth ghoul than an early grave he supposes.

Mountain may be big, but he's a gentle giant, and his hands aren't constricting him like Swiss' had been before.

He keeps an open palm, letting Dew move freely, so long as he doesn't make to jump from his hands.

He's good with animals after all.

Dew wiggles at him, unable to wave.

He tries, but reaching out his front paw sets him off balance, and he almost tumbles out of his hands.

"Yes, yes, hello..." Mountain coos, "...You've had a long... a long life from the sounds of it, but it's been a long day, hasn't it?"

Dew tilts his head at him.

Why can he understand Mountain?

Does he speak... whatever the fuck?

Of course Mountain would.

That's probably why he's here.

"I want you to know, you're safe here." he says, keeping his voice soft and low, "You're safe here."

Dew croaks at him warily.

Safe?

Everything around him feels like a threat right now if Dew's completely honest.

And, and...

He's... He's so small.

How could he possibly feel safe when the world is so big?

Even on the inside, he feels...

He feels like he's still shrinking down.

Getting smaller and smaller.

He kind of hopes whatever little speck of him is leftover when all is said and done just snaps from existence so he doesn't have to think about...

Think about what exactly?

He...

He isn't sure.

What had him so worked up again?

He tries to get his head on straight, but he can't.

He feels like he's outside of his body and... maybe he is?

He worms his way to the edge of Mountain's palm.

"I need you to trust me, and let me change you back."

Change him back?

No!

Dew hisses.

He doesn't want to go back!

"Dew... you can't live like this." Mountain states somberly, "You... you just can't."

He can!

He can make this work!

Somehow...

"...I know you're scared. This has all been very weird, hasn't it?"

Dew croaks, looking down at the floor.

It's... It's a long way down.

It might hurt if he jumps down now.

"If you put your faith in me now, I can promise I'll stand by you, help you tell the others how you feel if it's hard for you to do, but this... Dew, this isn't the answer to your problems." Mountain says, "Shutting out the world won't make you feel better."

"It'll make it worse."

Dew whimpers, forcing his mouth to form the only word he can think to say...

"...sss...S...cc...areddd..."

"Sc... ared."

"Scared."

"Scared."

His little eyes water and he tries to hide his face behind his paws, but he can't.

Small as he is now, Mountain can see all of him.

And when a sudden warm drop of water hits his back.

Dew realizes, he understands.

Because Mountain is crying, too.

Big ol' softie.

Dew shakes off the moisture and chirps at Mountain, nuzzling the pad of his thumb, trying to comfort him.

Dew's in such a weird position, but, but he...

He still can't stand seeing one of his friends upset.

Even on his own behalf.

"Will you trust me?" Mountain asks, and...

And how can Dew say no to those big sad eyes??

He chirps at him.

.

.

.

.

"Maybe we should wait to turn him back."

Dew blinks at Aether.

Having been returned to the kitchen by Mountain, the other ghouls had sat down to discuss the matter of turning him back, and, focusing very, very, very hard, Dew had been able to... ehhh... vaguely understand the mechanics of it, understand them at least.

"Probably a good idea." Swiss says, "If he was just starting his heat for the first time, him turning into an imp for a couple days is probably the safest option, since he won't experience it in that form."

He won't?

Come to think of it, his little... uhh... leaking problem had gone away as soon as he shifted forms.

Good.

Great even.

If he can just do this the next time that ha-

The next time.

This... this could, no, this would happen again.

Dew lets out a miserable little burble and buries his face in his paws.

"Aw, Dew, it's..." Rain cuts himself off again, shaking his head, "...It's not okay, and, we need to talk about it."

Dew grumbles at him.

"Hey, at least he can't deny he's a ghoul anymore." Swiss shrugs, "I get that he's freaked about it, especially after all this time, but living in denial about things... Like, I know he's not happy he doesn't know what's happening, but, like, Dew, man..."

He gets down on Dew's level, "You have to admit, if you were even a little bit more open to the idea... we could have talked to you."

"No, Swiss, we should have talked to him about it regardless." Mountain corrects, "This... this isn't all on him. We assumed a lot, and pushed hard thinking we were right and that Dew was just... being silly! But..."

"I agree." Cirrus interjects, "But Swiss... Swiss isn't wrong either exactly."

"We all failed to communicate properly." she says, "And it forced a reaction, which, while it does prove our theory... it was wrong to back Dew into a corner like this."

The ghouls argue back and forth.

Trying to shift blame.

Dew tries to cover his ears.

It's embarrassing being talked about like this, especially when he can't defend himself.

"Scared."

The room goes quiet.

"Scared."

Aether tries to comfort him, but the shadow of his hand makes Dew flinch.

"Sca...ry."

"Scary."

The only words Dew can seem to utter are ones of fear.

Of distrust.

"Why?" Rain asks, "Why 'scary'?"

Dew... isn't sure why.

He just is.

Something about the ghouls.

No, something about BEING a ghoul is absolutely terrifying to him.

And he can't place why.

"I brought my tablet!" Sunshine calls from the doorway, interrupting the oppressive silence, "Imp paws work on touch screens, right?"

Imp?

Oh.

Oh is that what he is?

"Should work." Cumulus says, taking the tablet and setting it down in front of Dew, "Thanks, Sunny. Okay..."

Dew stares at the screen.

"Just tap the pictures and tell us how you feel, can you do that?"

Of course Dew can do that!

Dew baps the screen with his paw.

"Fuck you."

"SUNNY!"

"Hehe, sorry, sorry, I figured he might want to vent his frustrations a little..."

Dew slaps the screen a few more times over that one before he decides to get serious.

Rain leans over the table, "Okay, Dew... why scary?"

Dew looks at the pictures available to him, swiping at the screen to find the right words.

"No. Choice. Scary."

"It's scary... because you didn't get to decide?" he tries, and Dew bobs his head at him.

"No. Choice. Scary." he looks through the pictures, "Make. Small. Small. No. Like."

"You don't like feeling small?" Swiss questions, "Elaborate?"

"No. Like. Small. Feel. Like. Lie. Lie. Lie."

"Lie?"

Dew stares at the screen.

"Dew?"

"Like. Lie. Life. Lie." he baps the screen one more time before curling into himself again, "Silly."

"You feel... silly... because you didn't know?"

Dew chirps.

"But we all... we all did? Because we thought we knew?"

Chirp.

"And that made you feel... small."

Dew lifts his head, staring up at his friends.

"We made you feel small... so you made yourself small?" Aether asks.

When you put it that way...

Dew bats at the screen.

A steady rhythm of "Fuck you".

CALL IN SICK

Soft!Task Force 141 x Reader  

A/N: This is my first fanfic and the characters might be too OOC. I hope is good.  

ALSO: I sprinkled some praise ;3  

Word Count: 3.2k  

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After a mission gone wrong in an undisclosed location Task Force 141 is forced to stay in a safe house, a cabin, in the middle of a dense forest and high between the mountains. It is no task for the team but unfortunately for you. You were injured.  

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Ghost and you were paired together on this mission. It was supposed to be a “quick in and out” mission but as you were following behind Ghost; and heard him say something on the radio. You could not hear what he said. Your radio had been broken by getting hit by the butt of a gun but nothing you couldn’t handle you took care of it no problem. As both of you entered the room, the door suddenly slammed behind you and the lights were shut off leaving you on a disadvantage you were surrounded by armed men and Ghost was the first one to react, shooting with precise accuracy men started to fall left and right. Using the flashing lights, movement, and your hearing, you followed in suit shooting with Ghost, you were already pulling the trigger before you can properly aim, and the room quickly became deathly still, before you could even get out a sigh of relief it came out as a gasp of pain. You were attacked from behind because you felt it before you saw it. With his aim, Ghost’s shot went straight through the head. "Bullseye!" You called out watching the body slumped near your feet. You gasped at the shock at how much effort you needed to speak. Looking down at your hand pressing on the side of your torso seeing how both your shirt and hand start turning into a deep red. Ghost is on you, lifting your shirt enough just to see how bad your wound is. "I'll live. Been through worse," you say nonchalantly trying not to make it sound like a big deal. "Captain, Scorpion has been stabbed and her wound is not life-threatening but needs medical attention." A line of 'what's' responded to Ghost. "Repeat that again Ghost." Soap said. "Scorpion has been stabbed but she won't die" Repeated Ghost. "I won't die but Holy Jesus! It hurts like a motherfu--"you groaned out and getting cut off by Price announcing, "Everyone regroup on the Eastside of the church." Ghost motioned towards you moving to wrap your left arm around his shoulders and with his sheer size you are lifted enough for you to start to tiptoe when walking. Flinching and wincing every few steps, you start leaning most of your body weight onto Ghost. "Atta girl almost there, we just need to cross the hallway, so we can patch you up." Ghost said with a hint of concern. You would tease him about it if the doors adjacent to the hallway toward the church hadn’t busted open to show a very panicked Soap. "They're here!" Soap yelled back to the team, took your right arm, wrapped it around his shoulders, and put pressure on your wound, causing you to hiss out, "I thought you could handle it." Soap teased. "Shut it." You remarked back. Now with the height difference, they are basically dragging you down the aisle toward Gaz and Price. They laid you down on the floor. "I thought it wasn't going to be this bad," Gaz gasped after looking at your gash, blood was still spilling at an alarming rate "This needs medical attention, and we need to return to the medic-bay." "About that..." Price uttered, catching the attention of everyone "Our exfil can't be processed due to our location and weather." “What the hell! What do you mean by that!” Soap shouted. “Have you seen the weather outside? It is a blizzard out there!” Price countered, pointing out through a broken stained glass. A voice was heard on Price’s radio, “Price, this is Laswell we have noticed movement towards your location. Estimation around 50-100 men. Unless you want your team to perish, I say you start moving toward the safe house up north-west from the graveyard.” “Copy that Laswell. Gaz try your best to stabilize Scorpion so we can all move out. I know that you are more than capable of neutralizing the enemy, but I don’t want another injury if we don’t have a fast form of transportation out of these mountains.”  

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No matter how much you get them you’ll never get used to the feeling of someone stitching you up with no anesthesia still sends a shiver down your spine. You were grunting as Gaz tried to make the process less painful and fast as possible. Lifting your uniform enough to have your midriff exposed so he could wrap the medical gauze around your body. “Come on. Up you go!” Soap grunted as he pulled you up onto your feet. “Careful with her if not I'll do you worst than what she has!” Ghost grunts out before turning back to you “Are you okay?” he asked in a hushed whisper. “I’m okay. We need to move out before the weather gets worse,” you replied. “Can you walk without support?” asked Gaz with outstretched arms as if you were to fall without notice. “I think I can manage.” you breathe out walking with a limp “Yeah...yeah, I think I can manage. Price how long is the walk," you questioned. “Walking? Oh, Sweetheart from here to the safe house it's going to be a hike.” Price chuckled, removing his gaze from the stained glass, and turned to face you. “If you can’t handle it, I can always carry you like a princess and I’ll be your prince in shining armor.” Soap teased with a wink. Chuckling to yourself, you playfully punch his shoulder as a form of saying you’re going to be okay, and you were going to stick to yourself, and you start following behind Ghost and out the door walking through the graveyard with unmarked tombs.   

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“Facken Hell” Soap grunted, he was the first one to complain about the freezing weather as you and the team struggled to push through the almost knee-high snow. Ghost was at least kind enough to go in front of you unintentionally making a small path and making it a bit easier for you to walk. You have never been more grateful about his size more than today (not that you’ll ever admit it) and even with his help you still staggered behind. You haven't even started walking for 30 minutes and you felt like you just ran a marathon. You tried to even out your breathing thinking that you might be overreacting. You started giving yourself little motivation so you could keep up with the team. That was before your side felt like it was on fire, your body slowly started to get warm, and you started to slow down into a stop.  Gaz noticed that you had stopped walking and turned back to you. “Are you doing alright?” he asked, slowing his pace to stand next to you. “As much as I want to say I’m fine. I’m starting to feel a little lightheaded” you replied with gasps in between, holding your head with a hand on your forehead. You wanted to start walking again but your whole body seemed like it was underwater even though Gaz was next to you his voice started to sound muffled and far away. You decided that you wanted to push more, and you didn’t check your stepping and your foot slipped on a rock causing you to lose your balance. You were not able to stop yourself from both cushioning the fall and tumbling down a steep trench that you hadn't noticed until now and you landed face down and you swear you felt like someone has pressed a branding iron on your wound. You used the last bit of energy to roll yourself over onto your back staring up at the soft pearl clouds blanketing the whole sky, the subtle flickering of the snow glistening as they twisted and turned with their slow grace down to earth. It was a peaceful sight other than the blinding pain your body had to currently endure. Your vision was fighting to stay awake slowly blinking as 4 dark figures were running down the hill towards you, a stark contrast on the untouched snow. Price was the first one in your line of vision holding your head and through your blurred vision you see his mouth moving but you can’t hear anything other than the ringing in your ears. You try to focus your eyes on him, trying to understand what he is shouting to the rest of your team then your eyes started straining signifying that you were slowly losing your fight on staying conscious, letting your head loose, it tilted away from Price as you closed your eyes for a well-deserved break into the darkness.   

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A pounding in your head disrupted your sleep causing you to groan softly against a mattress. You slowly stretch yourself enough to feel the rough texture of the mattress grinding on your soft skin. You were relishing a few seconds to yourself before a cry broke out from your lips causing you to sit up quickly and your hands flying to the side of your torso.  As you were cradling your wound, a pair of hands were suddenly pushing you down by your shoulders. By instinct you tried to look for a way to defend yourself, that was until the hands on your shoulders managed to push you into the mattress, a soft shushing caught your attention. “Hey! Take it easy. Look at me. Breathe. It’s just me, Soap.’’ You relaxed on the mattress and looked around at your surroundings. It seems that the team had settled down into an abandoned cabin that consisted of a fireplace that was still covered in dust, probably not used in years and especially not now. You guessed because the smoke might give your location away if you were to build a fire. The lack of light caused you to try and look outside through the snow and frosted-covered glass plane, but it was still enough to confirm that it was dark outside. “What happened? It was barely noon last time I remember,” you asked absentminded. “Well... We heard that you started to slow down, and Gaz went to check on you and he did nothing to stop you from falling off the cliff.” Soap explained, raising his voice towards the end. “Hey! It just happened too fast and-” Before he could finish Soap hit him on the head and he sat down next to him leaving you alone and he started continuing what he was saying “You took a nasty fall and hit your head and you seemed out of it. Nothing big though, you’re just going to have to deal with a migraine for a while and you managed to rip your stitches apart. Gaz was able to secure them again, but you were out like a light. Ghost piggybacked you all the way over here!” he laughed.   

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You nodded slowly, seemingly lost in your mind. “She seems dazed, guess that fall took a lot more than we thought” Price noted watching as you weakly started to stand and slowly made your way to where Gaz and Soap were sitting and plopped down next to them.  Groaning out softly you curiously looked at your puff of condensed air. They all watched in silence as you giggled like a little girl then a shiver rolled down your spine you then did the unthinkable, since Soap was the nearest to you sat and curled up between Soap’s legs and cuddled your head into his shoulder. It seemed that the whole room froze towards your actions. You aren’t usually like this with your tough demeanor, you usually never asked for help, and even on the rare times you do ask for help you’ll be embarrassed and cuss them out as if the problem was somehow caused by them, and it was (at least to the team) weird to see you open to your actions.  You felt him tense up against you raising his hands as if he was being held at gunpoint, he was about to push you away until he hears you softly whine something he wasn’t going to hear if you weren’t so close. “Gosh, you’re so warm it's so cold in here.” You pulled up your hands to your mouth and let little puffs into them and rubbed them together.  You’re slowly settling down to rest again until Ghost’s voice broke the silence “You haven’t eaten all day. You need to eat something before sleeping again without food you won't heal as fast.’ You turned to face him as he sat silently in a dark corner and slightly opened one of your eyes and sheepishly shook your head saying no. “Jesus Christ you’re burning up there, lass, aren't you?” His hand suddenly came to rest on your forehead and Price gently rubbed the back of his hand onto your cheek muttering more to himself, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear “She’s running a fever.”  “Here make her drink a lot of water.” Ghost urges holding out a bottled water; Price takes the bottle from him and extends it to you. You once again shake your head. “Don’t you back away. Come on. It's just water.” ”Don't wanna” you replied. “Would you drink if I help you?” You said nothing this time. Price takes your silence as a yes. Confused, he carefully tested the waters by slowly tilting the bottled water to your lips allowing you to take small sips. After you finished half of the bottle he praises “That’s my girl.” He closes the bottle, places it on the floor, leans back, and sits silently.  After a few minutes, everyone continued to settle down, especially Soap since he was busy embracing and enjoying your warmth then one by one started noticing that your breathing came out as deep breaths. Gaz suddenly perks up and says, “She still has to eat too” Once again all their attention was now on you. Everyone stares at Soap and expects him to do something “What? Do you really think I’m going to wake her up just for her to eat?” he said defensively, subconsciously pulling you tighter into his chest and embrace.  

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“You know we have to.” Ghost sighs. “Not even 5 more minutes.” Soap said while shying away from the harsh stares of the team. Ghost forces Soap’s arms away from your body slowly and gently shaking your shoulder to wake up. You stirred from your short-lived slumber and looked up at him confused. He crouched down to your eye level and whispered “Luv, you must eat something before going back to bed.” “But I’m going to get cold though.” “Here you can have my blanket.” Price immediately covers you in the soft material that seemingly had his scent covered all over the blanket. He gently started pulling you away from Soap which had begrudgingly agreed to let you go. Price starts getting an MRE out of his backpack opens it up for you and puts it in your hands.  Your head jolted back in disgust upon seeing and smelling the MRE, and you pushed it back to Price “Eww I don’t want to eat that it looks horrible,” you replied with a huff and tried to cross your arms over your chest before Price forces them down once more and he responded, “Come on, sweetheart you know you have to eat at least something”. “Do you have anything that tastes better than that?’” you pleaded. “I think I might have something you like!” Gaz exclaims while reaching into his backpack looking for something and he pulls out a Chocolate bar. Your eyes sparkled when your eyes landed on the candy. You moved to the outstretched hand with the candy, your hand was barely closing on the sugary goodness before it was snatched away by Price. You softly gasp and shockingly look at Price, your eyes begging for an answer. He just smirks and holds the bar next to his face and simply tells “I promise to give it to you once you have finished your food.’’ “Promise?” “I promise in fact I’ll help you” Price said as he continues to sit directly in front of you, place the chocolate bar next to him and scooped a spoonful out of the MRE and holding it a mere inches away from your mouth. “Don’t be shy, open up”. You became rigid as you noticed that you are in the middle of attention, and you knew that Price is stubborn enough not to have it your way and as you open your mouth to eat what was on the spoon a small involuntary ‘ah∼’ squeaked from you. You looked down embarrassedly and chewed slowly. You could hear the stifled laughs from everyone as your face turns bright pink. Price once again hold out a spoonful toward you and shook your head in denial. Price once again holds up the chocolate bar and teasingly said “Come on, Princess if you want this you must finish.” You closed your eyes, swallowed your pride, and ate more. The whole process went on in a somewhat comfortable silence. You got used to the routine so much that you started to nod off bit by bit until Price startled you when he shoved the chocolate into your hands and softly muttered “You did such a good job, Princess.”   

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You stared happily at the chocolate on your hands and before you could open it, you sneezed and broke into a coughing fit. You tried to huddle yourself tighter into the blanket, but it didn’t stop you from shaking like a leaf. A small commotion broke out but once your coughing fit calmed down you realize that you have been picked up and carried by someone you only noticed once you suddenly felt a wave of warmth spread through your body that you, in fact, are laying on top of Ghost. Once you settled down in that conclusion you tried to scramble away from him, before he held you down by hugging you and squeezing you closer to him. You noticed that he wasn’t wearing his protective gear, you felt some but not all of it under his hoodie that you didn’t notice that he was wearing because he was sitting in the dark up until now. Your head was placed directly on top of Ghost’s chest, and you can hear his heartbeat quicken just a little. The rhythm of his heart and the warmth of his body slowly coaxed you closer to a deep slumber. Your eyes fought to stay awake until a heavy hand slowly petted your head and dragged down your back. You slowly relaxed into his strong embrace and unconsciously rubbed your nose into his chest until you found a comfortable place for your head to rest.  Unknowing to you Price, Gaz, and especially Soap gave Ghost the most hateful stare they could muster but Ghost simply shrugged as he continued to comb his fingers through your hair.   

Silently wishing that the night would last forever just to have you in his arms. 

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My favorite type of Mountain picture: when he’s got his mouth closed but you can still see the pink of his inner lip. Very fun mouth shape.

Look at him 😭

Drawn by me

Swiss, looking at Dew: "...My hands are cold."

Dew: "If you touch me with your freezing fucking fingers, I will scream."

Swiss, looks at his hands and then back at Dew: "Luckily, I like hearing you scream." -shoves his hands up Dew's shirt- "Ahhh~ Toasty."

Dew: -hitting the high note at the beginning of Kaiserion-

Starting on Year zero.

For some context, the songs that I am doing art pieces on are as followed:

Kiss the go-goat (Papa Nihil)

Ritual (Primo)

Year Zero (Secondo)

Mummy dust (Terzo)

Pro memoria (Copia)

If you have any other songs that you'd like to see, go ahead and ask but they won't be done until I get the others (the ones listed above) done.

Sweet fuckballs.

I haven't been very active here.. WELP. IM ALIVE. WORKS BEEN BEATING MY ASS.

Some young papa nihil

someone needs to draw Copia going down that fucking Boston slide like the police officer did because I’m CRYING at the image of Copia shooting out of the slide faster than a bullet—

Ok I know were all upset about Aether, I’m devastated.

But you guys need to stop bombarding Chris with questions, he’s probably upset about not being apart of the band anymore too.

Also stop making assumptions to why he isn’t in the band anymore, if he wanted to tell us HE’D FUCKING TELL US. Stop pushing for some long explanation that might not even be there. There might not be a “story” sometimes things just happen.

Last thing Aether isn’t gone. His character can still live through the fandom, regardless of if he exist on the stage or not, his character and attachment to him everyone has build doesn’t have to disappear. We can continue to develop and make story’s and art for Aether that doesn’t have to stop.

(Ps. Don’t bully or make fun of the new ghouls. They did absolutely nothing wrong.)