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This is why Dewdrop can’t have nice things…

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Reblogging this at a normal time instead of 2 am when I posted it lmao

Had a break down and spiralled into some old insecurities, so why not comfort yourself through projecting onto your favorite lil guy :3

Content Warnings! : lots of talk of self deprecation, mentions and depictions of self harm, break downs

If I missed anything please let me know and I'll add it to the warnings for future viewers

Right anyways here's 1k words of phantom ghoul being mentally ill

Ah, Thats.. Not right

It wasn't supposed to have him do this, it was supposed to be quick and easy, just fill out the quiz and hit submit. This page shouldnt have popped up.

What happened? what did he do wrong? He filled everything out right, got almost all the answer right. He did it right, why was it wrong.

His face started to ache with the furrow in his brows and frown at his lips, his eyes darting back and forth trying to piece together what could've gone wrong, where did he mess it up. It was at the start wasn't it. He thought the prompt sounded wrong, but nothing else was popping up when he refilled the information.

An ugly feeling started pooling in his stomach, his throat felt raw. Quickly exiting out of the page, and opening it back up, he tried clicking on the test again.

Nope. He's officially, royally, fucked up. Unable to do anything or figure something out he starts to panic.

Why is this happening, he did it right. He was supposed to do it right. It was supposed to be easy. Everyone else did it just fine. Why didnt he. Why couldnt he do it right, he can't do anything right, always fucking up, always doing it wrong, always messing up someone else's day with having them help him, always angering people because he couldn't do a simple task.

It wasn't your fault.

He can't do anything right. why does he even try.

Trying is all someone can do.

He knew it would've messed it up and it did.

You did what you thought was right.

It wasn't right!

Shut up! it wasn't right and it's your fault!

Take some fucking responsiblity for once!

You couldn't figure out something so simple, it's easy, why couldn't you do it!?

...

He's tired of this.

Of here.

He grabs his phone from where it got tossed on his bed, opening Aurora and his' messages

Mr.Bug: rory I messed it up:(

Mrs.Bug: the test?

Mr.Bug: yeah, I don't know what happened

Mr.Bug: I struggled to sign in and then had to sit through the most mind numbing 30minutes of ai voice speach ever and when I finished the test it wanted me to pay like, 100 dollars :((

Mrs.Bug: pits Ant how did you do that 😭

Mr.Bug: Idk! D:

Mrs.Bug: I'm so sorry, phantom, we'll figure it out tomorrow with the group and stuff

Mr.Bug: okay 😞

The sound of his head hitting the wall behind him nearly echoes in the silence of his room. He feels his throat tighten, and his body tense. He doesn't want to cry, he hates crying. It makes his head hurt and his face swell.

He bites his lip in a useless attempt to stave off the break down crawling up his throat. And with the first few tears the carefully curated dam breaks, his hand coming up to rake through his black and white rats nest of a mane, the greasy feeling of unwashed hair making him feel worse. his body shaking, aching in the strain of being quiet.

The walls of the ghouls rooms were pretty well soundproofed, any inside noise thoroughly muffled to near perfect muteness. But he didn't want to risk the off chance that the others grew super hearing. Or his room specifically, just wasn't soundproofed. Knowing his luck one or the other would end up being right. So he kept quite, muffling his strained sobbing behind his hands and a blanket.

His mind goes on a whirlwind of self deprecating thoughts. This has happened to many times, he's been here for to short of a time for that many faults to stack so high. It towers over him, over Swiss, or Aether, even over Mountain, in his mind.

His mind quiets, his body relaxes and hands slide down his face. Deep breaths, blink back the tears, grab your phone and at least warn Aether of your fuck up.

He does so, shakely reopening his phone, this time to Aether and his' messages. The devices clock glaring an ugly 12:34am at him.

Mr.Bug: me when I break down over a silly little test because I managed to fuck it up and you'll have to help me fix it somehow tomorrow :,3

AetherEther: tbh, not that surprised 😅

AetherEther: I'll help you tomorrow

Mr.Bug: I'm so so sorry :(

AetherEther: it's alright

He was hoping for some positive, understanding words. Hoping the way he said it would ease the disappointment. Well, he got the understanding part.

It hated how his eyes swelled with tears as he read the responding messages. Throwing the headphones he had around his neck to the end of the bed and yanking at his smooth horns. Fucking Pits! Not surprised. Not. fucking. surprised.

Oh he knew the older quint didn't mean it like that, he really did, but his mind read the words and all of his insecurities roared. He clenched his teeth and pulled his horns harder.

The ache was a nice distraction from the horrible feeling of crying, but it wasn't enough. He needed more, he needed something sharper, stronger, longer lasting. He wanted-... No

No you can't do that, you promised her you wouldn't, you're better than that. It's been so long, you've done so well you can't ruin that over a stupid test.

Something else then, his nails, his fingers. His hands fall from his achey head to his bare shoulder, digging right above his shoulder blade and scraping up. His nails were to dull in this half glamoured form to break his skin, but the pressure on the muscle paired with the gritting of his teeth was close enough.

He hoped it'd bruise

He wants it to bruise

Do it on your forearm so they see

He digs his fingers into the back of his shoulder, next to where they had ended their journey up.

His nails dug in a bit more than the pads of his fingers this time, a sharper, more welcomed pain

Yes that was a bit better, he wanted more of that, needed more of that kind of pain

A rather harsh sob broke past his clenched teeth, and he curled in on himself. He digs his thumb nail, longer than the other due to a nail picking habit, into the underside of his upper arm. The sting of it was sharper and longer lasting than the previous tries.

As he dug the nail in, anger filled his body. He couldnt do anything right and they all expected that of him. It was expected. Lords below he really was useless. He was tired of this, he wanted to go home.

Wherever that was.

He doubted it was here. He didn't know where else home would be, the pits definitely weren't, here wasn't.. So where did he belong.

Did he belong?

What use was he to the world if he couldn't even do something so simple?

Please, he wanted a home.

Lords please, he needed to belong somewhere.

Let me be needed.

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Had a break down and spiralled into some old insecurities, so why not comfort yourself through projecting onto your favorite lil guy :3

Content Warnings! : lots of talk of self deprecation, mentions and depictions of self harm, break downs

If I missed anything please let me know and I'll add it to the warnings for future viewers

Right anyways here's 1k words of phantom ghoul being mentally ill

Ah, Thats.. Not right

It wasn't supposed to have him do this, it was supposed to be quick and easy, just fill out the quiz and hit submit. This page shouldnt have popped up.

What happened? what did he do wrong? He filled everything out right, got almost all the answer right. He did it right, why was it wrong.

His face started to ache with the furrow in his brows and frown at his lips, his eyes darting back and forth trying to piece together what could've gone wrong, where did he mess it up. It was at the start wasn't it. He thought the prompt sounded wrong, but nothing else was popping up when he refilled the information.

An ugly feeling started pooling in his stomach, his throat felt raw. Quickly exiting out of the page, and opening it back up, he tried clicking on the test again.

Nope. He's officially, royally, fucked up. Unable to do anything or figure something out he starts to panic.

Why is this happening, he did it right. He was supposed to do it right. It was supposed to be easy. Everyone else did it just fine. Why didnt he. Why couldnt he do it right, he can't do anything right, always fucking up, always doing it wrong, always messing up someone else's day with having them help him, always angering people because he couldn't do a simple task.

It wasn't your fault.

He can't do anything right. why does he even try.

Trying is all someone can do.

He knew it would've messed it up and it did.

You did what you thought was right.

It wasn't right!

Shut up! it wasn't right and it's your fault!

Take some fucking responsiblity for once!

You couldn't figure out something so simple, it's easy, why couldn't you do it!?

...

He's tired of this.

Of here.

He grabs his phone from where it got tossed on his bed, opening Aurora and his' messages

Mr.Bug: rory I messed it up:(

Mrs.Bug: the test?

Mr.Bug: yeah, I don't know what happened

Mr.Bug: I struggled to sign in and then had to sit through the most mind numbing 30minutes of ai voice speach ever and when I finished the test it wanted me to pay like, 100 dollars :((

Mrs.Bug: pits Ant how did you do that 😭

Mr.Bug: Idk! D:

Mrs.Bug: I'm so sorry, phantom, we'll figure it out tomorrow with the group and stuff

Mr.Bug: okay 😞

The sound of his head hitting the wall behind him nearly echoes in the silence of his room. He feels his throat tighten, and his body tense. He doesn't want to cry, he hates crying. It makes his head hurt and his face swell.

He bites his lip in a useless attempt to stave off the break down crawling up his throat. And with the first few tears the carefully curated dam breaks, his hand coming up to rake through his black and white rats nest of a mane, the greasy feeling of unwashed hair making him feel worse. his body shaking, aching in the strain of being quiet.

The walls of the ghouls rooms were pretty well soundproofed, any inside noise thoroughly muffled to near perfect muteness. But he didn't want to risk the off chance that the others grew super hearing. Or his room specifically, just wasn't soundproofed. Knowing his luck one or the other would end up being right. So he kept quite, muffling his strained sobbing behind his hands and a blanket.

His mind goes on a whirlwind of self deprecating thoughts. This has happened to many times, he's been here for to short of a time for that many faults to stack so high. It towers over him, over Swiss, or Aether, even over Mountain, in his mind.

His mind quiets, his body relaxes and hands slide down his face. Deep breaths, blink back the tears, grab your phone and at least warn Aether of your fuck up.

He does so, shakely reopening his phone, this time to Aether and his' messages. The devices clock glaring an ugly 12:34am at him.

Mr.Bug: me when I break down over a silly little test because I managed to fuck it up and you'll have to help me fix it somehow tomorrow :,3

AetherEther: tbh, not that surprised 😅

AetherEther: I'll help you tomorrow

Mr.Bug: I'm so so sorry :(

AetherEther: it's alright

He was hoping for some positive, understanding words. Hoping the way he said it would ease the disappointment. Well, he got the understanding part.

It hated how his eyes swelled with tears as he read the responding messages. Throwing the headphones he had around his neck to the end of the bed and yanking at his smooth horns. Fucking Pits! Not surprised. Not. fucking. surprised.

Oh he knew the older quint didn't mean it like that, he really did, but his mind read the words and all of his insecurities roared. He clenched his teeth and pulled his horns harder.

The ache was a nice distraction from the horrible feeling of crying, but it wasn't enough. He needed more, he needed something sharper, stronger, longer lasting. He wanted-... No

No you can't do that, you promised her you wouldn't, you're better than that. It's been so long, you've done so well you can't ruin that over a stupid test.

Something else then, his nails, his fingers. His hands fall from his achey head to his bare shoulder, digging right above his shoulder blade and scraping up. His nails were to dull in this half glamoured form to break his skin, but the pressure on the muscle paired with the gritting of his teeth was close enough.

He hoped it'd bruise

He wants it to bruise

Do it on your forearm so they see

He digs his fingers into the back of his shoulder, next to where they had ended their journey up.

His nails dug in a bit more than the pads of his fingers this time, a sharper, more welcomed pain

Yes that was a bit better, he wanted more of that, needed more of that kind of pain

A rather harsh sob broke past his clenched teeth, and he curled in on himself. He digs his thumb nail, longer than the other due to a nail picking habit, into the underside of his upper arm. The sting of it was sharper and longer lasting than the previous tries.

As he dug the nail in, anger filled his body. He couldnt do anything right and they all expected that of him. It was expected. Lords below he really was useless. He was tired of this, he wanted to go home.

Wherever that was.

He doubted it was here. He didn't know where else home would be, the pits definitely weren't, here wasn't.. So where did he belong.

Did he belong?

What use was he to the world if he couldn't even do something so simple?

Please, he wanted a home.

Lords please, he needed to belong somewhere.

Let me be needed.

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IT'S LOVING PHANTOM HOURS!!

Happy Phantom

Loved Phantom

Never hated by the pack Phantom

Adored Phantom

Dew kisses their scars

Sunshine has impromptu dance parties with them

Aurora has tea parties and spa days with them

Swiss holds them when they have nightmares

Cirrus teaches them fiber arts

Aether teaches them rhythm guitar and praises them every step of the way

Mountain carries them when they go swimming so they feel safe

Rain helps them learn to speak English

Cumulus bakes with them

Papa holds them in his arms when they have a panic attack

Siblings that bully them go missing

Even Sister Imperator has a soft spot for the little quint, often giving them treats and trinkets she finds

Can you tell I'm totally normal about Phantom?

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why do we never talk about chain

big boy. biiiiiiiiiig boy.

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Delta who never felt at home in their own body

Delta who looked up to Omega and wanted to be like him

Delta who goes through an elemental shift

Delta whos body cant keep up with the rapid changes and intense magic

Delta who constantly feels fatigued and foggy brained

Delta who is noticeably deteriorating

Delta who constantly gets into arguments with Omega and Alpha now

Delta who doesn't feel at home in their own body and now in their own family

Delta who feels regret for what they did to themself not for how it is effecting them but for how its effecting his pack

Delta who spends hour-less nights in the archives

Delta who takes notes and journals about his experiences

Delta who wants to go home to the hellish seas

Delta who becomes more and more absent during the day, hidden away in the archives with their nose in book after book

Delta who becomes lighter by the day, the quintessence trapped in their body eating its way out

Delta who doesn't emerge from the archives for days on end

A pack who ventures down to their packmates favorite place

A fire ghoul who is baffled when the archivists say Delta is not down here

A quintessence ghoul with dread and guilt building in his stomach

A family who has to come to terms with the fact they could not help while their other half wasted away

A cold, dark library forever reeking of quintessence and sorrow

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THE GRAND ILLUSION FADED

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Riverrrr, I love you. Why are you so underrated? 💔

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era 1 water ghouls save me….save me era 1 water ghouls

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Ghoul head canons and thoughts ‼️

This ended up being mostly water ghouls which, honestly, not surprised. I am a sea creature finatic

- water ghoul anatomy is very different from other ghouls, as the environment is very different

• I don't imagine they'd have heels, and their feet would act as fins, just with toes and stuff to help latch onto rock faces and the 'ocean' floor

• and I think when a water ghoul is summoned, they gain a more land appropriate body, airways changing to breath normally, feet forming into a more 'natural' state, and the such, definitely rather painful

• and as a side effect they'd walk on their toes untill they're able to relax the calf muscle enough to walk properly. Maybe the clergy would give them shoes like heels or something to help them balance or maybe they'd just make them deal with it themselves, depends on your perspective on them

• one of my favorite things to think about is what kinds of fins and habits water ghouls would have depending on what part of the water they dwell in, which ones would have more spikey fins and spines, which ones would be more frilly and pretty, which would be toxic, how would speciality hunting effect them

• I think Rain would be more of a middle range dweller, and dew a top range dweller, with rain having more jellyfish like fins and abilities, and dew more like a beta fish before his elemental transition, both of them taking on similar personalities to those examples as well

• I'm pretty sure it was Lake who had the black eye contacts, and I like to imagine his unglamored form had them due to deep sea dwelling.

- I also have a headcanon that the stronger the ghoul the darker the eyes, so in my head his black eyes have something to do with that as well

• I am a phantom enthusiast and in my head he also has dark eyes, it isnt as pitch black as Lakes, but eyes darker than others nonetheless

• I feel like quints would have darker eyes anyways, with quintessence being such a strong and mysterious element, and Omega would definitely have fully dark eyes like Lake's, maybe he just had a better glamour over them

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It’s that time of the year again

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phantom! 🦇

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using your local air ghoul as a blanket

closeups await beneath

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Little Zephyr ghoul ficlet <3, the lack of content for ghouls from the early eras makes me so sad so I caved and wrote something a while ago, this is incredibly self indulgent

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Cotent includes: implied chronic issues for both characters, they/them Zephyr, could be read as Reader or who ever else you'd like

The night was quiet, peaceful. Like the world knew of the soft moment happening in a room, down one of the many halls of the abbey. A secret shared between the earth, and the two individuals swaying back and forth together, dancing to what ever vinyl was grabbed and set to play.

An awfully sweet scene, really. Ones arm wrapped securely around the others waist, supporting their forever aching body, head tucked into the neck of their partner whilst they quietly hum along.

It was rare for the pair to get a moment like this, a chance to just exist together. One, if not both, flooded with tasks or having a particularly rough time with their bodies ailments day to day.

As the track faded into the next song, Zephyr raised their head from its resting place, taking in their partners appearance, lovely eyes taking the time to memorize the same features they can't help but see as a painting, a song of love and tragedy all the same.

"Why me?" They ask, soft, a whisper that could've been mistaken as apart of the song in the background. But their partner has spent to many hours in the day, to many in the night, listening and remembering their voice to mistake it for another's.

"Why not you." Is the response, murmured instantly, not a thought to it. It would be the answer to that question in any lifetime. Always them, forever for them.

"There are many other options." The air ghoul reasons, there was stronger options, sweeter options

Options that are less of a waste of body.

They try not to think so negatively, but it's hard sometimes, when to them, it's so blatantly true.

"None of them are you, my king." The amusement in their partners voice was evident, like the thought of being with anyone else was silly; and to them it was. Why would any one but Zephyr be the pinnacle of their universe. The sentiment made Zephyr melt, a dopey smile growing across their face. Tucking their head back into its rightful place against their partners shoulder, nose tucked against the pulse of their neck.

"What did I say about calling me that." A laugh threatened to break loose from their chest, their shoulders shaking gently.

"Forgive me." A returned silent laugh, an equally dopey smile. Two lovers swaying slowly to a soft melody. A gentle moment no one else would know of, a gentle moment shared between two people, for no one but themselves.