#Mushy May 2024

[noahl-art]

Mushy May - Day 21 : Can't stop laughing

Aether and Swiss will spend all night long laughing at nothing and everything up until they stomachs and jaws hurt ✨❤️

(sorry I'm late but life happened and I was a bit too tired 😔)

Thanks @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May! 🌙

#mushy may 2024 #trans aether #trans swiss #swissther #swiss army ghoul #swiss/aether #aether/swiss #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls #trans ghouls #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost fanart #ghost band #ghost the band #ghost bc fanart #ghost band fanart #ghost ghouls #impera ghoul #illustration #sketch #fanart #my art

[midnight-moth]

Mushy May - Funny T-Shirts

Dew thinks he’s hilarious. Bug is not sure yet. I think maybe he’s just thinking about the implications a little too hard. Or maybe he’s flustered cause Dew looks slutty …

#it is very messy #sorry #this drawing made me very mad #Dew almost ended up with a yellow smiley face for a head #it’s hard to draw with a headache #I still hate it but whatever it’s done it’s here #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #the band ghost fanart #mushy may 2024 #moths mushy may #midnight moth draws

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 22: Reminiscing

Mountain wakes in the middle of the night and watches his mates sleep.

Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together, and to @ghuleh-recs for making the dividers <3

Another alternate prompt for today!

Mountain can't sleep. It's strange. He's normally the first of the three of them out, snoring gently before his partners have even closed their eyes. Normally sleeps through the night without fail. But despite being awake, he cherishes it, the room dark, barring the silver moonlight that slips through their curtains, just enough to see by.

He turns in Dew's arms, slowly, carefully, not to wake him. But if Dew can sleep through Aether's snoring, rattling in his chest like a chainsaw, Dew can sleep through anything. The fire ghoul's expression is peaceful, eyes gently closed and moving under lids, dreaming. The furrow between his brows is smoothed over, and Mountain can't help himself from brushing a strand of spun gold hair back behind the point of his ear.

It moves his hair off of his neck, and it's just barely bright enough to make out the silvery, parallel scars that line the sides of Dew's throat. Mountain exhales through his nose, unable to resist bringing his fingertip down, tracing featherlight over one of the long cauterized scars.

Dew's ear twitches, piercings jingling, and Mountain pulls his hand back. He stirs, but doesn't wake, mumbling something nonsensical. Mountain's lips quirk up, just staring fondly at his smaller mate. He remembers when those scars were fluttering teal fins, when the spun gold hair was silver.

It makes something pang deep in his heart, the remembering. When things were unimaginably bad, when the three of them clung to each other like fresh, new kits too scared to leave the nest. Scents changing, sea salt to campfire.Terrified, unsafe, paranoid of every shadow.

Things are better now, the band den full of pack again, ghouls that Mountain loves with everything he has. And he has Aether and Dew, peacefully asleep in their shared nest.

He smiles, moving to settle back down. There's a hand curling around his bicep, and he jolts, Aether's eyes glowing amethyst in the dim light as they meet Mountain's.

"Everything okay, sweet thing?" Aether whispers, voice gruff with sleep. "I knew you woke up early for the greenhouse, but I didn't think it was this early yet." The joke is light in his tone, thumb smoothing over his freckled skin, right on his farmer's tan line.

Mountain snorts quietly, kicking into a rumbling purr. "I dunno why I'm up, sorry for waking you."

Aether shrugs with one arm, the other pillowed under Dew's head. "You didn't, not really, just sort of... felt your emotions. More intense than they usually are this late."

"I was just thinking," he says, eyes drifting down to their mate between them. The grip on his arm tightens, Aether's thumb still rubbing in an arc over his bicep.

"We're okay, we made it," Aether whispers, and Mountain nods.

"I know, this is real."

"We earned it, we earned our rest," he says, eyes half-lidded with sleep but still so kind and warm, the magick swirling in his irises like galaxies.

"If we earned our rest, can we please fucking sleep?" Dew mumbles groggily, shifting between them with an adorable pout on his lips.

"Sorry, firefly," Mountain whispers, leaning down to press a kiss on his mate's forehead, letting Dew pull him closer. Their legs tangle together, and Mountain can feel Dew's pulse where their chests are pressed together, remembers how feathery and frantic it was back then, just how much terror tinged their scents. It was so bad they had to get new sheets.

Dew's expression softens, wrapping his arms around Mountain's torso, squeezing him that much tighter. "You okay, junie?" His voice is soft, sweet, the way he speaks to them versus the way he speaks to the rest of the pack.

Mountain nods, a soft keen slipping past his lips as he ducks down again and nuzzles into the crown of Dew's head, avoiding the sharp point of his little obsidian horns. "I love you two," he whispers, eyes darting from Dew's to Aether's and back. "So much. I don't know what to do with it all, I love you so much."

He can see the way Aether's cheek dimples as he smiles fondly over Dew's shoulder, can feel the way Dew's grip around his middle tightens. "Love you too, junie," Dew whispers, breath infernally hot against the shell of Mountain's ear.

Aether's hand squeezes his bicep in three quick pulses. "Love you too, sweet thing. Don't know what I'd do without the two of you."

Dew cranes his neck, peering over his shoulder at him. "You won't have to find out, swear it on our Father Below," he declares, a stubbornness set in his shoulders, and Aether leans down and kisses him. He turns, leaning over Dew's narrow shoulders to kiss Mountain too, tasting the beeswax of his lipbalm.

"Alright," Dew huffs, pulling the two of them back down to the mattress. "I love you two dearly, but can we please sleep?"

"Anything for my darlings," Aether hums, wrapping his arms around the two of them, hauling them closer to him. "Good night."

Dew hums, satisfied, copper eyes shutting as he snuggles between them. Very quickly, Mountain's the only one still awake. He looks at his mates, feels their body heat burning warm. He settles into the nest, breathing in their oh-so familiar scents, and lets that carry him back to sleep.

#wrote part of this in the World's Creepiest Unfinished Cellar bc of the severe storms last night #but anyways i have a lot of dew/aether/mountain feelings #love them so much #dot's writing #mushy may 2024 #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #dew/mountain/aether

[cinkot]

Mushy May - Day 23 - Morning coffee cuddles

I've been having a weird fixation with Omega and Phantom for the last few days so I drew the two of them as a treat.

Mushy May prompts by @forlorn-crows

#ghost bc #the band ghost #mushy may 2024 #art #fanart #nameless ghouls #sketch #ghost band #illustration #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #omega ghoul #omega ghost #phantom ghost #aeon ghost

[iamthecomet]

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯: "𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

Rating: G Pairing: Dewdrop/Aether Words: 853 Man I just can't resist an Aether sickfic.

Mushy May created by @forlorn-crows Divider by @ghuleh-recs

Whenever there’s some god awful bug going around the Abbey, it’s inevitable. Aether always gets it. Usually toward the end of the outbreak. Exhausted from running around helping everyone else. Pulling double shifts in the infirmary. Swearing up and down that ghouls can’t catch sicknesses from humans. He’s wrong, every single time. He lies to himself about it anyway. 

This one is pretty mild. A sore throat. A cough. His head feels like it wants to float away but also like it weighs a thousand pounds. He drags himself back to his room from the infirmary in denial. Limbs heavy. Exhaustion bone deep.  He’ll sleep it off. That’s all he needs. Twelve hours of sleep and he’ll be fine. 

When he wakes up he is not fine. His head is pounding. He can’t decide between if he’s hot or if he’s freezing. He lays in his bed, throws his arm over his eyes to block out even the idea of the sun and groans into the inside of his elbow. 

Aether swallows, it feels like knives. He lays there for what feels like hours, suspended in sickness, trying to decide what to do. How to fix this. He knows there is medicine in the bathroom. That it,combined with some of Mountain’s tea, will help. He knows all he has to do to relieve his suffering is stand up and take care of himself. He chides patients for it all the time–that all they have to do is drink lots of water and baby themselves for a few days. But Aether rarely has to realize how hard that is sometimes. He thinks, this is fair karma. He will never suggest that caring for oneself is easy ever again. 

Instead of getting up and getting water, or medicine, or even his phone to text someone and ask for those things, he rolls onto his side. Hopeful that he can just will himself back to sleep. That if he could just be unconscious everything would be ok again. 

It doesn’t work. He doesn’t sleep. He can’t. Every time he starts to drift off something hurts more. His nose runs. He coughs so hard his chest aches. 

It feels like days later that there’s a knock on the door. A quick rap, just before Aether hears the knob turn and the door open. 

“Aeth?” 

“Hey, Dew,” Aether mumbles into his pillow, voice hoarse. 

“You’re sick. I told you you were going to get sick.” 

Aether groans. He starts to tell Dew that he doesn’t need to be reprimanded right now, but he cuts himself off with a rattling cough he feels in his bones. 

“Did you take anything?” 

Aether shakes his head. “I’m fine.” 

Dew doesn’t answer, Aether hears him walk into Aether’s attached bathroom, he hears the medicine cabinet open. Dew drops something, swears. Aether can hear him mumbling to himself as he rumages. The water runs for a while, and then Dew’s at his beside. 

“Sit up.” 

Aether does, it’s an ordeal, it involves opening his eyes, which hurts. His head spins, but he manages to right himself with his back against the headboard. Dew’s sitting next to him on the bed. There’s a glass of water on the nightstand. Dew’s holding what looks like a fistful of pills, and a damp washcloth. 

“Dew, I’m ok.” 

“Just take the fucking medicine, Aether.” 

Aether would laugh, make some joke about how bad Dew would be at working in the infirmary, but he finds he doesn’t have the energy. He just takes the pills from Dew. It’s less than a fistful–only four. A couple of Advil and some cold medicine. He takes them all, taking small sips of blessedly cold water to swallow them with. 

Dew settles the washcloth over his forehead. It’s cold. Almost too cold except for the immediate relief it brins. Aether’s eyes flutter closed. 

“I’m going to run you a bath,” Dew says, smoothing his hand over Aether’s flushed cheek. Fingers gentle, and feeling strangely cool against Aether’s overheated skin. 

“You don’t have to–”

“Shut up,” Dew bites with no venom. “I’m taking care of you ok? Let me.” 

“Only if you take the bath with me, keep me company,” Aether mumbles. He doesn’t want to be alone again. He feels like garbage, and as much as he wants to tell Dew he’s ok and can take care of himself–he wants the attention more, the care. Dew bends down and kisses Aether between his horns. Thumb still tracking over his cheek. 

“Yeah, if that’s what you want.” 

“Can you get me some of Mountain’s tea too? And a snack? And–” 

“Hey,” Dew snaps, laughter in his voice. “Don’t push your luck.” 

But when Dew slips out of the door a few minutes later he knows that Dew will come back with everything he asked for and more. He lets himself sink into the bed, still feeling like shit, but knowing that the end is in sight. There’s a cool bath in his future, and more gentle touches from a fire ghoul with terrible bedside manner. What more could he ever ask for?

#Comet Writes #mushy may 2024 #Dewther #Aether/Dewdrop #Dew/Aether #ghost band fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfiction #ghost fanfiction #ghost fic #sickfic

[wrathofrats]

Mushy May Day 22

long drives- rulti- swiss rain talk while cirrus sleeps in the back seat. Things are changing around the abbey, and rain looks to stop the ache in his bones.

As usual thank you to icon @forlorn-crows for the prompts this month

The street lights illuminated cirrus’s sleeping form in the back seat. Laid across the cushions with her hands under her head as a makeshift pillow, her knees scrunched up to fit in the confined space.

“Remind me to call dibs first next time” rain grumbled in the passenger seat, his own legs bunched up against him in an attempt to get comfortable after the long car ride.

Swiss tapped his hands on the steering wheel rhythmically, long miles of highway and nothing else in front of them. “Then who would keep me company up here?”

“Cirrus, duh.”

“Cirrus needs her sleep otherwise she gets irritable, I think you should let her have it” Swiss took a quick glance behind him to look at her. Her hair covered her face as she snored softly.

“I need my sleep, otherwise I get irritable” rain grumbled, throwing his head back against the head rest.

“I know tadpole” Swiss giggled.

The radio hummed softly in the background. A static station that played mostly old rock music, nothing Swiss or rain cared much about but it was better than silence.

They sat in a comfortable state of not talking for a couple minutes. Rain shifted in his seat a couple times to try and quell the dull ache in his hips while Swiss continued to keep his eyes on the road, side glancing rain and cirrus every once in a while just to be sure they were alright.

“I’m surprised she’s been asleep this whole time, usually she tends to get carsick” rain spoke after a while.

“She’s been stressed, I’m glad she’s finally been able to knock out for a bit” Swiss gave his own yawn, raising an arm above his head in an attempt to stretch in the small space.

“Has she not been sleeping again?”

“Na, she’s been in my bed most nights. Usually she has cumulus to calm her down but even with me it wasn’t much. I could tell she was still awake most of the night”

It was typical of cirrus to be a bad sleeper, but the stress of everything recently didn’t help. it was most of the reason she would slink into Swiss’s hotel room on the trip because she was sure he would be up at whatever ungodly hour she had decided to give up on sleeping alone. Even if he was asleep, she knew he would understand more than anyone.

“You’ve been stressed too, I can tell” rain moved to turn the radio down. The static was almost too much, both knowing that the changes around the abbey had been getting to them.

“I’m fine tadpole, things will blow over”

The passing lights created patterns on rains lap as he stared down in thought. Dancing shapes and reflections to distract his eyes as his brain continued to mull over the situation. Aether and Sunny would be gone, moved to where the older ghouls all stayed.

Sure they were still there in the abbey, but there was always a worry that they would move on and have fun with the older ghouls instead, or that the rest of their pack would embrace the new ghouls so much that aether Sunny would be left forgotten as he knows the other have been. Rain doesn’t remember the last time he saw River and lake.

“But will they be the same?”

Swiss sighed, chewing on his lip. There wasn’t a good answer.

“No, but nothing ever really stays the same does it?”

“No it doesn’t.” Rain sighed. A heavy feeling settled in his chest at the thought. Realistically nothing could ever stay exactly the same always, but the fear of the unknown was always present.

“You can’t stop time waterlily. Things will always work out, they always have. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it”

“It’s a bit too late for that”

“I know, but good things happen with change too. Just embrace it and we can deal with whatever problems arise together ok?”

Rain smiled, leaning back into his seat. The promise of together lessening the pressure in his chest. He turned to look back at cirrus, who had rolled over to face the back of the backseats.

“Ok”

#mushy may 2024 #mushy may #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #fanfic #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #wrath writes

[hypnoneghoul]

Mushy May '24 Day 23: Morning coffee cuddles

WC: 430

Relationship: Swiss/Mountain

Notes: This prompt was requested by @arkeusruin :3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

“You left meeeee,” Swiss wails dramatically, holding it out for as long as his lungs allow. Mountain giggles at his antics—a cute little pout and big, sad puppy eyes—and crawls back into the bed the moment the two steaming mugs he brought are set safely on the bedside table.

“I’m so sorry, my heart,” the earth ghoul leans down over his mate and whispers right against his plush lips. Swiss hums in acknowledgement before bringing Mountain closer; getting rid of that tiny bit of distance between them as he purrs into the kiss.

“Evil,” the multi ghoul grumbles, still feigning deep displeasure.

“What if I say I made your coffee special today?” Mountain teases and pulls back to watch interest spark in his mate’s eyes. He chuckles at it and gives him one more kiss on the lips before he deems it far from enough and starts to pepper Swiss’ face in little ones, making him giggle.

“Hmpf…whatddya do with m’coffee?”

“Made it all sweet and fluffy,” the earth ghoul explains and Swiss’ eyes do indeed light up, “just how you like it when no one’s looking.”

“Mmm, forgiven,” he announces, not pausing his loud, crackly purring. Mountain leaves a big wet kiss in the very center of his forehead and moves to let his mate sit up. He wipes his face, faking a disgusted grunt, as the earth ghoul grabs their mugs. 

Mountain, of course, has his tea, and Swiss’ coffee resembles hot chocolate more than anything today, but none of it matters.

The multi ghoul grins at the other before bringing the mug to his lips and he trills happily at the taste as he looks at his mate over the rim of the mug with appreciation. He would drink it all at once—unlike Mountain who always takes ages to drink anything—but the earth ghoul looks so soft and warm and simply gorgeous that Swiss can’t taste the coffee anymore; he needs to feel and taste him.

He puts the mug away and carefully takes Mountain’s own from his hands before all but launching himself at him. The earth ghoul huffs but instinctively brings his arms around his mate, holding Swiss close. “More cuddles first, darling?”

“Mhm,” the multi ghoul nods, scratching Mountain’s neck with his stubble in the process. The earth ghoul feels something wet on his skin and he wonders if it’s Swiss kissing him clumsily or if it’s some cream from the coffee on Swiss’ mustache. “Wanna all the cuddles, all the time, m’love.”

Mountain smiles so wide it hurts and tightens his arms around him.

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #swissalps #mushy may 2024

[lilypadlys]

Mushy May Day Twenty - Gardening

Ship: Mountain/Rain

Notes: Prompt list by @forlorn-crows. See prompt list here

Word Count: 279

Read on AO3 or below the cut

Shortly after Rain’s summoning, visiting the greenhouse became a habit for the water ghoul. At the time, the still shy water ghoul and Mountain wouldn’t speak much. Rain would just show up some afternoons. After nodding in acknowledgement to Mountain’s wave of greeting, he would sit perched on a workbench Mountain had cleared for him. With his knees drawn up to his chest and arms wrapped around himself, Rain would survey as Mountain did his gardening chores.

After months of watching Mountain water the plants, sow seeds, mix in compost, and various other tasks, Rain finally leaves his perch and takes up a watering can.

Mountain doesn’t make a big thing of it. Just calmly directs Rain to the faucet and then to the beds that need watering. And that becomes the new normal. Rain watching for a bit to see what needs to be done and then joining in under Mountain’s careful instruction.

They also eventually start to talk more. At first it was only Mountain giving directions and Rain asking the occasional question. Slowly though Rain started opening up. Asking about Mountain’s favorite plants, his favorite songs, about the other ghouls, about the ministry, about touring; anything really. It becomes a space for Rain to just be and Mountain is more than happy to share.

Even now, years into their friendship, Rain makes a point of stopping by the greenhouse on his way too or from the lake. Still tries to occasionally help out or just see the plants. Mountain always says the plants are happy to see him and Rain just smiles.

“I’m happy to see them too.” He’ll say, bumping his head into Mountain’s shoulder.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain/rain #fluff #gardening #ghost fanfiction #mushy may 2024 #lys writes

[sanctum-vii]

flustered

A (little bit late) Mushy May Day 20: Gardening doodle.

Thanks to @forlorn-crows for setting up the prompts!!

#Mountain is a sight to behold out in his element.. #mushy may 2024 #i finally have some time to draw some of the prompts! #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fanart #viidoodles

[purlty23]

@forlorn-crows’s Mushy May 2024 - Day 16: Cooking a Special Recipe

I’m such a huge fan of the headcanon that Primo took up the helm withe raising Terzo and Secondo both. I also definitely didn’t spend a bunch of time on stuff in the background that got covered up later augh

#the band ghost #fanart #primo emeritus #secondo emeritus #terzo emeritus #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #mushy may 2024

[noahl-art]

Mushy May - Day 23 : Morning Coffee Cuddles

Mountain had a long day planned in the greenhouse and had to wake up pretty early, Swiss followed him soon after he got out of bed... Coffee is a need for them both ☕😴

Thanks @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May!! 🍵

#this is my ULTIMATE DREAM #please someone cuddle me like that 🥺 #mushy may 2024 #swissalps #mountain/swiss #trans mountain #trans swiss #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost fanart #ghost band #ghost the band #ghost bc fanart #ghost band fanart #ghost ghouls #illustration #sketch #fanart #comics #my art

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 24: Acts of Friendship

Dew's been a little cold to the new ghouls. He aims to fix that.

Thank you so much to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together, and to @ghuleh-recs for making the dividers <3

Dew's quiet around them for the first few weeks. Testing the waters. Two new faces shoehorned into his pack only a few Topside years after the last time his pack had been turned upside down. Nobody can blame him for being a little cold.

It's easy enough to do, he just holds onto his stage personality a little longer, spine straight, arms crossed behind his back. He grits his teeth as he watches them slot into the spots his mate held, his Sunshine held, and he knows it's not their fault, but it's still like rubbing hand sanitizer into a paper cut you don't know you have.

Dew misses Aether, misses the way things were, swallows past the lump in his throat. His packmates seem to be having an easier time accepting Aeon and Aurora than he is.

He watches Swiss sidle up to Aeon, watches him get on his knees for Aurora. The ghoulettes, ever the tight knit group, accept Aurora as one of their own from the moment she had been pulled from the summoning circle. Mountain and Rain ruffle Aeon's hair, the new bug eager to please.

Rituals are surprisingly still the same, minus the vacuous hole that resides out of the corner of Dew's right eye where his mate would be standing. Aeon is a remarkable guitarist, and they do their best to fill their role with exaggerated stage presence.

The amphitheater is stubbornly warm long after the sun's gone down, heat clinging to them and their heavy uniforms. Dew has never felt out of his element here. This is what he was summoned to do, and Lucifer be damned, he does it well.

The fans scream as he steps up to the edge of the stage, glaring menacingly through the lenses of his helmet, fingers flying over the strings of his Stratocaster. If he shuts his eyes, it all feels the same.

There's a lull, Papa addressing the masses, and Dew stands statue still, scanning through the crowd. A ritual-goer, wide eyed in awe, gestures up at him with a bouquet of flowers. He cocks his head, lips quirking up underneath his balaclava.

Dew reaches, bending down as the fan tosses him the flowers, squealing all the while. He actually manages to catch them this time. The breatheable fabric does dull the scent somewhat when he sticks his entire face into the bouquet, but thanks to his ghoulish senses, it's still incredibly sweet.

He nods, thanking the fan, their eyes wide and reflecting the stage lights. Dew takes a deep breath, glancing over his shoulder at the ghoulettes behind him, turning on the heel of his boot to walk towards their platforms.

Dew stops at the foot of the platform nearest his mark, staring up at the littlest ghoulette, one arm behind his back.

Aurora's not muzzled like him, Rain, and Aeon. Dew can see the way her glamour slips just a little bit, fangs on full display as she grins delightedly. Worlds away from them, the crowds scream, desperate to watch the ghouls interact.

"Aw, Dew!" she squeals, thankfully far enough away that her mic doesn't pick it up. She presses her hands together in front of her mouth, the bright teal-lined cape swaying behind her as she bends down to accept the flowers. "Thank you," she whispers, and her dark green eyes meet his through the lenses of their helmets. "Seriously, thank you."

He nods, bowing a little bit. Dew opens his mouth to speak but doesn't trust his voice right now, just brings his arm back behind his back.

Aurora sets the flowers down on the back of her podium, where they're not in danger of her accidentally stepping on them when she dances. Dew smiles as he makes his way back to his spot. He glances over towards Aeon, who's staring raptly at him, and Dew doesn't need to actually see their expression to know how eager they are that he's reaching out to his summon mate

The two of them are growing on him, worming their way into his heart, and he finds he doesn't quite mind letting them in. There's room.

#i need to write rory and dew more they are an underappreciated pair together #dot's writing #mushy may 2024 #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #dewdrop ghoul #aurora ghoulette

[forlorn-crows]

𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!

[click image for better quality. full list ID under the cut.]

it's that time of year once again, for the annual mushy may month of prompts! you'll see some repeats from last year, as well as many new ideas to choose from. any ghost artist/writer is welcome to participate in any capacity, as much or as little as you'd like!

this year, there is one prompt per day. additionally, there is a 'bonus prompts' list that you may use to "swap out" if you don't like the prompt for a given day.

happy creating, and don't forget to tag me so i can see ♥

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙮 ♥

cuteness aggression

late night snacks

massage

wound tending/first aid

animals

"you're blushing"

telling stupid jokes

sex turning into making love

warming them up

quiet nights

papa time (a day to get your favorite papa(s) in on the love!)

first time

"just wanted to hear your voice"

silly baby talk

painting on each other

cooking a special recipe

funny t-shirts

holding hands

confessions

gardening

can't stop laughing

long drives

morning coffee cuddles

acts of friendship

sharing a secret comfort item (i.e. a blanket, a pendant)

"you smell nice"

backstage shenanigans

collecting objects (i.e. rocks, seashells, location magnets)

girls night

by candlelight

looking at/taking pictures

BONUS PROMPS

vacations

gift giving

hide and seek

doing each others' makeup

long distance

coffee shop au

reminiscing

first kiss

jam session (ghost songs or not)

"shut up i'm taking care of you"

special thanks to @wrathofrats @chewbrry @miasmaghoul @coffeeghoulie @divine-misfortune and others for sending me prompts this year ♡

#mushy may 2024 #mushy may #the band ghost #writing prompts #i stg if theres a typo in here....

[iamthecomet]

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘌𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯: 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴

Rating: G Pairing: Mountain/Swiss Word Count: 611

Mushy May by @forlorn-crows Divider by @ghuleh-recs

It’s a simple thing. One he hadn’t ever though too much about. He didn’t mean to take it for granted–didn’t even realize had. Not until right after the first show without Aether. 

Not until he was back stage, hand empty, did Mountain realize how much this ritual meant. How much Aether slipping up next to him and sliding their sweaty hands together mattered. He clenches his fist as he stands backstage. He hesitates there as the rest of the band filters out, files deeper into the venue toward dressing rooms and showers. 

Mountain stands and watches the house lights come up. He watches as people pull away from the barrier,walk out of the pit. Grinning, sweaty. Casting hopeful glances back toward the stage like maybe it isn’t over…maybe there’s more. 

Mountain knows the feeling. Without Aether’s fingers laced with his–it feels incomplete. Like there is something missing. Like he is still up there waiting for the show to start. Aether’s warm hand on his is the signal of the end. A show well done. 

He didn’t even realize it had become a ritual until it was gone. 

He wipes his sweaty hands on his thighs. And watches the room empty. He’s wasting time. He doesn’t know what he’s waiting, for, why he’s suspended. It’s like Aether has always been the thing that pulls him away from this. That reminds him that the show is over, it’s shower time. That gentle tug on his arm, the smile–grease paint having migrated up into his teeth most of the time. 

Mountain closes his eyes, and allows himself to pretend for a moment that everything is normal. He’ll be ok, once he’s used to it. But right now it all feels jarring. Every part of this. Tour feels like deja vu, and he’s gotten used to that. But this one doesn’t.

He breathes. He listens to the fans leave, waits for the strange silence that falls over a venue after everything is over. A quiet he spends most of his days on tour longing for. 

Someone slips their hand into his. Warm dry fingers slipping between his. Calloused pads of fingers pressing against his. His eyes open, he finds Swiss. Maskless. Showered. Glamored to look fully human. Offering him a smile that looks a little sad on the edges. 

Swiss tugs on him, just a little. “You ok, big guy?” 

Mountain nods, he lets himself be uprooted. Lets Swiss pull him away from this spot he was grounding himself in. The venue is dark around them. He has no idea how long he’s been standing there trying to make sense of his own head. 

“Yeah.” 

“You sure?” Swiss presses. He tugs again and Mountain lets himself be pulled closer, lets the smell of Swiss–of home–wash over him. Swiss squeezes his hand, Mountain squeezes back. He feels something in his chest release, he’s ok. 

They’re all ok. He’ll call Aether later and they’ll laugh about it. He will get used to this. Change is inevitable. It is not always bad. 

He lets those mantras wash through him as Swiss pulls him backstage. “You want to talk about it?” 

Mountain shakes his head. There’s nothing to talk about. “Just getting used to everything again.” 

“Thought you were going to grow roots and plant yourself there,” Swiss jokes, but Mountain catches the real worry there. 

“I’m ok. I just–it’s ok. Really. I’ll be fine.” Mountain turns and kisses Swiss. It’s soft, lingering, appreciative. 

“What was that for?” Swiss asks, worried smile going lopsided with mischief. 

“For coming to get me.” 

Swiss squeezes his hand again. “I always will, you know that.” 

Mountain squeezes back. “I know that.” 

#comet writes #mushy may 2024 #Swiss Army Ghoul #Mountain Ghoul #Swiss/Mountain #Swissalps #Mountain/Swiss #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #ghost band fic #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fic

[ghuleh-recs]

Happy Mushy May! Have some dividers!

Feel free to credit me if you use these - even if it's just in the tags. Reblogs are appreciated because there aren't a ton of resources like this outside of those made by the brilliant @gothdaddyissues and I'm hoping writers are able to find them. ♡

That's all for now! I'll probably add some more at some point just check the #dividers tag on my blog.

Tagging @forlorn-crows because they're the (not-so-evil) mastermind behind Mushy May.

#dividers #mushy may 2024 #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfic #ghost band fic #writing resources #resources #pastel dividers

[cryptid-stuff]

Mushy May- Day 2 : Late Night Snacks

Mushy May put together by @forlorn-crows !

Prob won't do all of mushy may (esp considering I missed day 1 lmao) but I'm gonna try and do some doodles for a few of the days at least! Also I can't remember where I saw it, but I remember seeing a hc about quint ghouls just all loving bananas for some reason .. I think mountain would make banana bread and it'd be gone by the next morning, if not sooner..

#mushy may 2024 #digital art #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost bc fanart #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #aether ghoul #phantom ghoul #omega ghoul