It's nothing to be ashamed of
It's winter and Mountain grew a bit of a tummy.
Characters: Mountain, Aether
Word count: 635
“Satan”, he mumbled, looking at himself in the mirror. It was his first winter topside, and well… Mountain knew he had been eating more these past weeks. But the fact that his usually flat tummy was not so flat any more made him feel kinda bad. Did he really rot that much, to even grow a gut? Winter was just unexpected cold, and food gave the energy he needed to stay warm, no?
He shrugged it off and put on one of his jumpers. His tummy was well hidden as Mount left his room, reaching for the rehearsal room. He just wanted to practise a bit and after some time Aether joined him, reaching for his acoustic guitar.
“You missed breakfast”, the quint pointed out while tuning the instrument.
The tall ghoul felt the blush creeping up his cheeks and was happy, that his face already was red from practising.
“Yeah, I overslept”, he answered.
Aeth hummed in understanding and stretched his arms before looking back at Mountain. He stood up and walked over to were Ifrit had his guitars, reaching for the fireghouls acoustic one; he barely used it anyway.
“Wanna join me?” Aether held up the instrument and walked back to his pack mate. Mountain stood up from behind the drum set, took the guitar, and sat down at the edge of the stage. He liked playing guitar, though he never really did.
Aether began playing some chords randomly and looked up to see Mountain pulling at the hem of his jumper. The quint chuckled a bit, catching the attention of the others.
“What?”
“Nothing”, he said. “Shall we start?”
Mount nodded, looking down on his hands, and waited for Aether to start a song they both knew. Of course, he chose ‘Space Oddity’. While playing, the tall ghoul hummed along, Aether softly singing the lyrics. Just then, Mountains tummy decided to let out a massive growl and Mountain felt the hunger more than before. This repeated a few times, until Aether stopped playing after the third song and stood up. He took his and Mount's guitars and laid them aside.
“Come, dirt boy, I’ll get you something to eat”, he told and left the room, not even waiting for the embarrassed ghoul to follow him.
Mountain did, though. He heard his tummy growling again and knew he needed food; now.
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“There you go”, Aether placed a plate full of eggs and bacon in front of him, and Mountain felt his mouth watering as he began to eat.
“Thank you”, he mumbled then.
Aether shrugged it off with a smile, not minding the extra work at all. The fact that Mountain's plate was filled with double as much as usual wasn’t astounding at all. It was normal for an earthghoul to need more calories in winter, Omega told him a few days ago.
Also, he liked how the extra pounds looked on Mountain, whose jumpers always showed a bit when sitting down and Mount had not pulled the hem down yet. And the rest of the pack were obsessed with it, especially Zephyr always searching for extra cuddles from the tall ghoul these days.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, okay?”, Aether found himself saying then. “Having a tummy, I mean.”
“I uhm”, Mount answered, “It’s just…” He sighed.
“I know”, Aether patted his shoulder. “But just try to enjoy it. You’ll lose the pounds when it gets warmer again.”
Mountain nodded, because it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just his mind that told him, that it was something bad, even though it wasn’t. He knew how much he himself liked to snuggle with Aether, especially because the quintghoul had something to really snuggle into. And he remembered just last evening Zephyr snuggling into his own side, patting Mountains tummy, while purring all along.
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I am hungry, okay? And I needed more tummy content 😭 I'm not very happy with the end result though 🤷♀️
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Dew, laying in bed: "My stomach sounds like two frogs fighting in a puddle, and, fuck, are they angry..." -groans- "Mount, buddy, you got anything over there to help with this?"
Mountain, who has never been more grateful that they have two bathrooms: "No, but I can offer some comfort." -patting Dew with a stick he attached a glove to- "Feel better?"
Dew, getting lightly swatted in the face: "...The frogs are no longer the only things that are angry in this room-"
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The Mountain and The Runner
"Runner" is a misnomer, Delmas takes a cab as much as possible.
But he is quite fast, despite what the softer physique might suggest.
So there's a thing in Pale Blood what comes up a few times, and that is Delmas' old career, as a holo-boxer (meaning his matches were projected in the center of Upper Dolor and he was kind of a big deal).
When he was boxing, he was known as The Mountain ("because no one could topple him") and was just as big but also kinda shredded and hard as his namesake. He also had long hair, took better care of his beard, and lived in the sun so was a little less pasty. He was also a bit of an asshat that took advantage of his groupies.
Ten years later and he's a softer mountain, with shorter hair (there's reasons but they're amusing and so I won't spoil them), who lives in the slums with the smog that refuses to let any sun in (but enough to terrify full-blooded fangs)...and he is still a force to be reckoned with. When he can be assed to try. He is also decidedly less of an asshat.
I wanted to try and draw both of these versions of this character...for man practice, and also because I like him quite a bit and he's a lot of fun to write.
I hope they amuse you.
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