This Has Been Rotting In My Wips But Anyways My Take On The Ghouls Please Accept It Hehe

phantom is terrible about infiltrating the other ghoul’s personal spaces, bedrooms, and belongings. he takes stuff all of the time that does not belong to him and never lets anyone know where that “really cool souvenir” went until they ask. their bedroom? that’s phantom’s if he decides that the lighting is nice or that the fire is set just right… if he sees a neatly made bed that is just begging to be slept in, he will. there is no such thing as privacy or personal belongings with that ghoul around

Dew: "Mountain and I have been married for two years now, but we eloped instead of having a proper ceremony, so we've been pretending like we're not together yet so that our friends think they're witnessing an adorable love story, when, in reality, I've had to witness this man take a shit while I'm in the shower already." Mountain: "Actually, it's usually you coming in to shit while I'm trying to bathe, because SOMEONE forgets they're lactose intolerant." Dew: "I don't forget, I just ignore it." Mountain: "That's not how it works-"

was telling my therapist about how i've always used books, fanfic, and storytelling as escapism but now instead of me consuming stories, stories consume me. dalton gave me The Look (the one that means he's gonna say something i need to hear but don't want to) before asking, "you know that snake that eats itself?" to which i said, "yeah, ouroboros." and he replied, "i didn't know he had a name, that's cool. anyway, you're the snake. i know you've convinced yourself the consumption is filling, but it's not. when it's you you’re eating, it's destruction."

like yeah i know that’s not what the snake represents and ex-cowboy-turned-combat-vet-turned-trauma specialist dalton probably does not know the exact symbolism behind it but like. jesus christ man did that to lay me to waste at 10:30 on a wednesday morning.

and even though he hurt my feelings with the truth, it did put it into perspective for me.

it’s not levity’s lighthouse guiding me to port when depression’s darkness and anxiety’s turbulent waves make it difficult for me to sail smoothly on my voyage.

it’s not a way to alleviate my symptoms, it’s a manifestation of them.

it’s a compulsion, deceptively insidious when cloaked in distraction’s pseudo-warmth. when easily covered by procrastination’s much easier to swallow explanation.

and i’m sure you want to say “but reading is a healthy coping mechanism!”

and it is. when done in moderation.

it’s no longer coping when your screen time is 16 hours a day. when 12 of those hours a day are spent scuttling about ao3 on all fours. when you sit in the same spot on the couch for hours on end with your head buried in the sand. when it’s literally all you can think about.

the consumption isn’t coping. isn’t creation. isn’t reconstruction or rebirth or reformation. it’s chaos. it’s compulsion.

it’s cannibalism.

"I fucked ur mom this" "I have sex with your dad that" well I have a weird homoerotic relationship with your hot older brother and he got lost in my eyes over our jumbo pizza slices and forgot to pick you up after soccer practice. it's raining and you're devestated btw

okay but imagine the parallel from dew and ifrit just cuddling together in bed, ifrit making sure that the tiny water ghoul is warm while he sleeps, ifrit hugging him close while dew's head is on his chest.

to dew laying on bed, hugging ifrit's cold shirt that got left behind right after the elements change, trying to warm it up so if he closes his eyes maybe he could pretend that ifrit is still with him but he doesn't control his fire that well yet and his body is shaking from pain every few seconds and he keeps burning holes into the shirt until it doesn't even smell like ifrit but just burnt fabric

Please please tell us about your thoughts about everyday-life ghouls! I‘d love to hear about it /g

I think, when he's slept alone, Dew wakes up before everyone else. He gets up. Stumbles to their little kitchen. In my mind the kitchen and the "common room" are attached to each other, either through an open door way, or just one bit room that's split between several uses. Either way, Dew stumbles in. Shirtless. Sweatpants slung low on his hips. Hair down, in his face. He's barely awake. He makes a pot of coffee. He puts the kettle on for tea. He starts taking stuff out to make breakfast. Dew will get through his first cup of coffee--and half of breakfast prep before Mountain shows up. Dew's already made his tea, it's steeping on the counter when Mountain walks in, a pillow crease across his cheek. Looking bleary-eyed but here, awake. He and Dew will exist together in silence for a while. Dew drinks another cup of coffee. They work together toward breakfast. It's different every day, but Mountain can discern pretty easily from what's laid out where Dew was going with it. They work well together in silence. Dew brews another pot of coffee as Mountain puts a tray of bacon in the oven. He pours the leftovers from the first pot (brewed stronger than the second) into their communal jar of iced coffee in the fridge. The others start to emerge just as breakfast is ready. The bacon comes out and Cirrus and Aeon show up almost at the same time. Sunshine comes next, then Swiss and Aurora. Rain and Aether are always last. Sleeping in until the last possible second. Sometimes they both have their tea (Rain) and coffee (Aether) brought to them in bed. But usually they show up toward the end of breakfast. Just as Cirrus and Cumulus are getting ready for their morning walk around the lake (sometimes others join them, sometimes they don't). Mountain eats with the bulk of the ghouls and departs with them too, heading to the greenhouse to get an early start. Dew eats when Rain and Aether eat. Once everything is done and cooked and everyone else is fed. It's quiet in the kitchen by then, everyone else already getting a start on their day. Rain and Aether help Dew clean up. And then one, or both, of them will try to persuade Dew to go back to bed for a nap. Sometimes he does. Sometimes he refuses--goes and does something productive. But more often then not they compromise and end up on the couch a few feet away. Snuggled up together, napping, under the guise of watching TV.

MOREEEE 👹👹

pictures of buildings in the dark with one window glowing unnaturally bright. yeah <3

oh uh. scuse me. just a lil snail crossing your dash

Y'all, I'm such a sucker for these kind of pictures fr. I found pictures from Terzo's robe straight out of the workshop. I'll never not be in love with that costume, the purple lining just takes the whole thing to another level. I love the sequin accents on the robe I love the lace used on the middle part, it adds such an organic feel to it and I can't not love it.

Original costume by Michel Berandi