I go by Matt Or Swiss ⛧ 19 ⛧ He/They/Xe/It ⛧ Autistic chronically ill artist and writer ⛧ Multifandom; Ghost, Sleep Token, Star Wars, and more ⛧ Local Mountain Ghoul enthusiast ⛧ I sometimes reblog and post NSFW content so 18+.
Hi! I go by Matt or Swiss, but you can also call me Petrichorvus or Aeon!
I'm a queer autistic and disabled self-taught artist and have recently started getting back into writing again after a 5+ years-long break, I've recently started learning how to play bass guitar, and I use He/They/Xe/It pronouns!
I mainly draw fanart and write fics, though I will occasionally do some original stuff of my own original characters!
I am in several different fandoms! The main ones I'm into at the moment are the band Ghost and the band Sleep Token!
I would love to meet new cool people and hopefully make some friends or mutuals!
I do take requests/prompts for fics and sometimes even art, including smut!
I myself am 18 and I will post, interact with, and reblog 18+ content, so I ask that if you are under 18 to not follow me or interact with any 18+ content of mine.
Another adorable prompt from @forlorn-crows mushy may list! Mountain and Rain spend some time by the lake :3
Pairing: Mountain/Rain
Rating: Everyone ^-^
Word Count: 573
It was a perfectly warm afternoon. A perfect day to spend by the lake. Mountain sat by the edge of the water, watching as Rain splashed around in the water. The water ghoul was beyond excited when he heard news about the lake warming up after such a cold winter. He could still swim in the lake when it was cold, but he often complained after coming out and needed a much needed hot bath.
“There’s a bunch new rocks I’ve never seen before down here! How did I miss these?” Rain exclaimed after coming to the surface with his hands full of different objects.
“Come on over and show them to me!” Mountain replied, eager to see Rain’s treasure. Rain often wasn’t the type to get overly excited about anything, so seeing him like this was rare.
The water ghoul swam to shore and briefly shook himself before sitting next to him. He laid out his collection of rocks and grabbed two different orange rocks.
“This one is a jasper and that’s agate! They kinda remind me of Dewdrop a bit. Fiery just like him,” Rain chuckled while handing him the stones. Mountain held the stones up to the sun, admiring their beauty.
“Some of these stones are usually found in underwater caves so there has to be one around here. I’ll find it sooner or later and make it mine,” Rain crowed, holding up several black stones.
The water ghoul continued to ramble on excitedly about the different stones he collected, his smile getting all the wider and toothier. Mountain couldn’t help but stare at him affectionately. He was so passionate about his rocks. The rest of the pack would listen to him whenever the topic was brought up, but the conversation often changed quickly to other topics and there was an obvious drop in enthusiasm from the water ghoul. It was nice listening to him talk even though he already knew so much about rocks.
“Ah, am I boring you? You haven’t said anything,” Rain said.
“Oh no. Keep talking about the rocks. I like listening to you talk about them so passionately,” Mountain said, inching closer to the water ghoul. Rain was quiet for a moment before his cheeks turned a light pink and he chirped, sounding like a baby alligator.
“You’re blushing, Rainy,” Mountain smiled, his tail thumping against the earth.
Rain quickly covered the bottom half of his mouth, still chirping and being absolutely adorable.
“Fuck…I am. You…really like it when I talk about rocks?” He questioned after a few more chirps.
“Absolutely. You’re so passionate and I love to see it,” Mountain replied.
More silence. It was clear he wouldn’t get anything else out of the water ghoul unless he changed the subject soon.
Moments passed and Rain moved to sit next to Mountain, nuzzling his shoulder and wrapping his tail around his middle. The earth ghoul purred, petting the top of his head. He grabbed a shiny black rock at random and showed it to Rain.
“Tell me about this one, Rain,” he said. He knew what it was, but he wanted him to keep talking. Rain touched it with delicate claws, chirping softly.
“That’s a lucky stone,” Rain started.
Mountain hummed in content as he continued listening to the water ghoul talk about why such a stone was called a lucky stone. He was glad he came out to the lake with Rain today.
Mushy May day 4, wound tending/first aid feat: some SwissAlps for @hypnoneghoul
Title from Weezer, "When I fall down, You put me back together"
793 words. CW: brief mention of blood and injury. Below the cut or on AO3 . Banner from @ghuleh-recs and prompts from @forlorn-crows
The hiss he makes when the antiseptic first hits his skin echoes through the bathroom where he’s perched on the counter, Mountain slotted between his knees as he tries not to look at the cut on his foot.
Mountain holds his foot gingerly, dabbing at it as he cleans the dirt away.
“So, basically you were chasing Dew and…” he tuts, green eyes tilting up to meet Swiss’s warm gold.
Swiss grimaces, not wanting to look down. He’s a hell born ghoul but he does not like seeing his own blood flow like this. Plus… it hurts.
“That little shit took the last of the chocolate eggs I was saving from the Equinox and of course I wasn’t going to let him get away with it.” Swiss growls.
Mountain rolls his eyes. “Of course you weren’t.” He chuffs, shaking his head as he gets back to work doctoring Swiss’s foot.
He cleans the wound until there’s no dirt and then blows on it to dry it. Pressing a kiss to the top of Swiss’s foot before applying the skin glue (the ghouls keep a near lifetime supply of this in their first aid kits btw) and wrapping it in some of that bright orange stretchy gauze.
Once he’s done, he gently releases Swiss’s foot and stands, bending to cradle Swiss’s face and wipe away the tear that is definitely not threatening to fall from the corner of Swiss’s eye with his thumb.
He hates seeing his mate in pain and he thanks Satan for their accelerated healing abilities. Swiss will be fine in a few days, but he’ll walk funny.
“So what did you step on?” He asks, pressing a kiss to Swiss’s horn.
“Um… well. That’s the other thing…” Swiss cringes under Mountain’s head as he debates telling Mountain.
Mountain’s entire face comes into view, lifting up an eyebrow. Waiting.
“What did you step on?” He asks again.
“So, I had Dew cornered in the kitchen and he made a break for it out the patio door.” Swiss starts.
Mountain sighs. Already sure he knows where this is going. “So you were chasing Dew?”
“He… yes… anyway… Aurora was out there with Cumulus sunbathing and I guess Dew didn’t see them, so he had to swerve at the last second and well, he kind of went through the rock garden you have out there.” Swiss pauses.
“Ok. Continue.” Mountain pinches his nose as he breathes deeply. Picturing his garden that he had spent far too long painstakingly arranging with its delicate gravel pathways, adorned with soft plants, intermixed with sharp stones and rock cairns. A small waterfall and an arbor. He wonders what state of disarray it’s in now that chaos has ensued.
“Well, I didn’t want to hurt the girls, so I followed him.”
“Obviously.” Mountain sighs. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes again.
“Dew knocked over that green thing - you know - the big one - and it shattered and I ran right into the pieces.
Mountain slumps, remembering the large pearly green and gold swirled vase Ivy had left for him. One of the last pieces of the previous Earth ghoul who had returned to the pit. He shakes it off, nothing he can do about it now. He’s just glad that Swiss or Dew weren’t hurt.
“Speaking of - is Dew ok?” Mountain asks.
“Little shit is fine, probably still running.” Swiss says with a snort, eyes sparkling.
Mountain laughs at that picturing the smaller ghoul flying through the gardens thinking Swiss is still after him.
He finishes cleaning up and helps Swiss off the counter, picking him up and pressing a kiss between his horns. “I’m glad it wasn’t worse.” he says before making sure he’s able to hobble around on his bandaged foot without too much pain.
Later, Mountain heads to the gardens to survey the damage, stopping dead in his tracks when he finds the green vase in its place in the garden. Not visibly broken, or damaged.
Upon a closer inspection, he finds where it’s been melded back together with what must have been near kiln-strength heat. Tiny pieces painstakingly put back in their proper places.
He smile grows as he realizes that Dew has clearly put in a lot of effort to fix the vase.
A hand lands on his shoulder and he turns to find Swiss standing next to him.
“It took us hours, but Dew said we had to fix it.” Swiss shrugs.
Mountain beams at Swiss, pulling him into a hug and nuzzling his neck. “I love you, Liebling.”
“Love you, Mount.”
“So….I might have some of those chocolate eggs in my room.” Mountain whispers as Swiss’s eyes light up, his grin growing.
After Dew cuts his finger on stage, Aether takes care of him.
Content warnings for blood and mentions of injuries
Mushy May put together by the wonderful @forlorn-crows <3
Divider by @ghuleh-recs <3
Aether smells it before he sees it. He's unmuzzled, unlike some of his pack, so despite his human glamour dulling his ghoulish senses, he can almost taste the thick, cloying scent of blood. He keeps playing, just barely stumbling over a chord, his eyes darting across the stage at his Papa, scanning, searching.
Papa's fine. Still singing, commanding the attention of the screaming crowd with out a hitch. Aether redirects his gaze, looking for the source of the blood.
His eyes lock on it, smears of color against an otherwise pristine white Stratocaster, and his heart drops into his gut. His mate is bleeding. It takes everything Aether's got to keep his cool and not storm across the stage to the fire ghoul.
Dew, in his defense, has not faltered; his scent hasn't changed, still riding on the excitement and adrenaline of performance. Still, Aether keeps an eye on him, watches as that guitar gets redder and redder, dripping from the fingers of his picking hand.
He'd be more worried about the bleeding not stopping if Dew were human, but they're ghouls. If anything, the bleeding has only riled him up.
The rest of the show, thankfully, goes off without a hitch. After bows, Dew steps off to stage left as Aether goes right, watching out of the corner of his eye as Dew hands his bloody guitar to his human tech, the man wide eyed at the state of his hand and the guitar. But Dew brushes right past him, and Aether quickly goes through the motions with his own tech, chasing after his mate backstage.
Dew's halfway to the dressing room when he intercepts him. "Darling," Aether says, his hand wrapping around his skinny wrist. The sleeve of his compression shirt is soaked through, with blood or sweat Aether can't quite tell.
"'M fine, Aether," Dew snaps, voice exhausted and tinging on a growl.
Aether doesn't flinch. "Listen to me, Dew," he says, not unkindly, straightening to his full height. Dew tenses, eyes locked onto Aether's. "You really think it's a good idea to walk right into a room with Rain and Sunshine while you're still bleeding?"
They're both still masked, but Aether knows Dew's rolling his eyes. His wrist is still locked in the circle of his grip. "I can deal with Rain and Sunny, Aeth. I'm fine, lemme go. I wanna get changed and get on the bus."
Aether's fingers twitch around Dew's wrist. The air, now that Dew's no less than a foot and a half away, the smell of blood is overpowering. "Dewdrop. I have been watching you bleed all night, unable to do anything about it. Ask for it and I will help you, love, but I don't want you to go in there without stopping the bleeding. I love Rain, and I love Sunny, but I love you."
Dew lets out a huff of breath from his nostrils, the steam catching in the low light. "I'm a grown ghoul, Aether," he snarls, but it's weak, and Aether knows him well enough to practically see the way he's clinging to that persona, the stoic shell that gets pulled up over his soft spots. Aether reaches up with his free hand and brushes his fingers over the side of Dew's helmet, as if tucking a long strand of hair behind a pointed ear.
"I know, darling," he hums, eyes tender. "I know. I just don't like seeing you hurt. Let me help you?"
Through the lenses of his own mask, Aether can see the way Dew's unglamoured, copper eyes soften, the fire ghoul leaning ever so slightly into his touch as he nods slowly, almost imperceptibly. Aether can feel the adrenaline starting to falter, even through the hard plastic of the mask. The crash is barreling towards Dew like a train, and Aether pulls them into one of the venue's unused dressing rooms, locking the door behind them.
Aether takes his mask off, and Dew follows suit, collapsing down onto an old threadbare couch as he pulls his balaclava down. Aether finds paper towel in the bathroom, and a first aid kit under the sink. He sits down next to Dew.
The fire ghoul's examining the cut on his finger, still bleeding, but sluggishly. He glances up as Aether sits down. "You gonna patch me up, Doctor Aether?" He asks, but the snark is fading, revealing sheer sincerity.
Aether's lip crooks up in a smile. "I am, darling. Gimme your hand?"
He does so without hesitation, trusting completely, and Aether meets his eye, kissing his knuckles before examining the cut himself. A string sliced into his pinkie on stage, and Aether hisses in sympathy.
"I barely felt it," Dew says, exhaustion seeping into his voice. "Think I got sweat in it. Fuckin' stings now."
"I bet," Aether says. He cleans the blood from his mate's hand with damp paper towel. "It looks nasty."
"Kept playing though," Dew shrugs with his other arm. Aether glances up at him, amethyst to copper. "The fans ate it up."
"If I couldn't smell it, I think I would have known when I heard it," Aether says as he reaches into the first aid kit for gauze and medical tape "Proud of you for sticking it through."
Dew makes a noise between a laugh and a scoff as Aether presses a wad of gauze to the cut. "What else was I supposed to do? Up and leave?"
"You've got me there," he hums. They're so close that Aether can feel the familiar, comforting heat radiating from Dew's body, the fire that burns at the very core of him. Dew shifts his weight, the springs of the couch squeaking in protest.
They fall into a comfortable silence as Aether works, ripping a strip of medical tape to secure the gauze to his finger. Dew watches, narrow chest rising and falling as Aether shuts the first aid kit, examining his work.
"There we go," Aether hums, tipping his head back and taking a deep breath, all of the worry hitting him as his own adrenaline starts to crash. "Should be good to meet up with the pack, 'm sure Swiss is wo-"
He cuts himself off as spindly fingers wrap around his wrist, grip tight. "Think you're missing something, starshine."
Aether cocks his head, brows furrowing tight as he does another once over on his mate. His hands come up to cup his face, thumbing over sharp cheekbones. "Are you hurt somewhere else? What am I missing, darling?"
Dew sighs, but he's smiling, relaxing into Aether's touch. "Starshine, I'm okay." He raises his hand, waggling his fingers in front of Aether's nose. "Come on, gimme a little somethin' somethin'."
"Oh," Aether laughs, taking Dew's hand in his and kissing the back of it. A little spark of quintessence jumps between them, just enough to kickstart the healing process. "Let me kiss it better, darling."
Dew laughs, smiling fondly at his quintessence ghoul. "Alright, Doctor Aether, can we go change, or do you think Rain and Sunny will still jump me?"
Aether stands, taking Dew's hands to help him up. "Let's go get changed. I'm sure the others are worried about where we ran off to."
Dew snorts, tucking himself against Aether's side. "I think they think we found a dark closet and sucked face for half an hour."
Aether cackles as he puts his mask back on.
"Aether?" Dew asks as he does the same.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you, for taking care of me." The fire ghoul's eyes are soft and earnest, shining through the lenses.
words: 911
pairing(s): mountain + hank the raccoon/juniper the cat
catch up on the hank lore [here] and [here] and [here]
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A thumbtack. An acorn. A loose ribbon. A big lilypad snatched from the lake. Pebbles, flowers, and petrified chips. Even a lost earring without its twin, the worn gold star glinting from where it’s buried in the pile of random trash and trinkets.
Mountain stares. The only reason he noticed it at all was because he had to scoot out the storage cabinet to get to the stone planters. He sets down the tower of pots he was shuffling from one end of the greenhouse to the other and wipes his hands on his apron. Curiosity reels him in; he squats down to inspect the squirreled-away pile of things at closer proximity.
The little stash is actually quite unique. Hardly any duplicate objects besides the pebbles—even the dried blooms differ from each other. Mountain pokes around some of the objects with his finger, rummaging for the more buried items. A broken plastic bubble wand. A scrunchie. Part of a grucifix. A cork. Even a guitar pick. And . . . are those . . ?
“My glasses?!” Mountain frees them from the pile and stares at everything open-mouthed. He’s been looking for them for weeks; swore he left them in here, just on the bench, but when he had come back the next day they were gone. He had come to terms with having to get a new pair (though he quite liked these ones)—and yet, here they are.
There’s a rustling behind him, and when a round little body toddles up to him, the puzzle pieces click into place.
“Hank,” the earth ghoul accuses. He dangles the pair of readers in front of the raccoon’s twitching nose. “Why’d you steal my glasses, dude?”
Hank chitters and whips his fluffy tail back and forth, ears pinning back to his head.
Mountain sighs and offers him a scritch under the chin. Too cute to stay mad. “I’ve been blindly potting flowers for many days, little one,” he scolds, albeit with a kinder tone.
The animal squawks and pushes past Mountain’s legs to his trinket stash. He whines when he sees the state of it, all scattered about and disorganized.
“Well you can’t blame me for wanting to look,” the earth ghoul defends himself. “You’re not stealing from other people, are you?”
Hank screeches at the accusation.
“Sorry, sorry. Just me then, hm?” He gets screeched at again and bapped in the shin with Hank’s tail.
Lucifer give him strength, he’s arguing with a raccoon. “Okay, let’s just say you found them, then.”
Hank is pleased with this answer. He chirps and begins to re-arrange his items.
“Why do you have all this anyway? I mean, I’m a lover of a good trinket myself, but you aren’t exactly the collecting type of species . . . also I’m not sure that all of these things count as trinkets.”
The animal gives him the best side-eye a raccoon can muster.
“Hank, there’s a dead bumblebee in here.”
If a raccoon could roll its eyes and lift its chin indignantly, Hank would do that. Instead, he chitters what can only be a string of small mammalian passive aggressive statements.
“There’s no need for such language.”
Hiss. Chirp chirp.
Mountain rubs at the bridge of his nose. “I’m not saying you can’t—listen. Little one. My darling. Little. Creature.” He emphasizes each word with a sigh, chopping his pressed-together palms down as punctuation. Hank stops fussing with his objects and looks at the earth ghoul with those black little orbs. “Could we, perhaps, just find a better place for them? Put them somewhere I’m not going to accidentally crush them with an old armoire, yeah?”
The animal screes happily, bouncing over to the earth ghoul and standing up with his little hands outstretched. Mountain snorts and picks him up, rising back up to his feet and flipping him over to rub his belly.
“Why do you have to be so cute?” he asks, playfully pinching under Hank’s chin. The raccoon only kicks up a scratchy purr in response, swatting at Mountain’s wrists weakly. Mountain bounces him like a baby for a few moments before setting him down again, glancing around for something to use for his friend’s treasures.
“Hm. I think there’s an old basket or . . . something around here,” he mumbles. He taps his hands on his apron as he scans the rows of tables and shelves. No . . . no . . . no. Suddenly, Mountain stops. Scrunches his face up and turns back towards Hank fully confused.
“Why are you hoarding things anyway?”
As if to answer his question, Juniper squeezes her way through the back door. Mountain had put a kitty door in it for her and Hank—though, Hank still prefers to force himself through the gap in the opposite corner of the green house where the windows have bowed out throughout the years.
The white cat offers a mrrow in greeting, striding up to the both of them with an unbothered, graceful aire. Hank chitters excitedly and bounds over to his pile of trinkets, quickly selecting a mystery bauble between his thin little paws. He shoves it in his mouth and runs over to her side, chirping in greeting and dropping the object at her feet.
A close-to-fresh dandelion. Juniper mrrp’s at the gift and leans down to inspect it, the buttercup yellow petals tickling her nose. She seems pleased with the gift and rubs her cheek affectionately against Hank's with a purr. Two little unlikely lovebirds.
“Ah. Should have guessed that’s who those were for . . .”
As soon as I saw the late night snacks prompt on @forlorn-crows Mushy May list, I had so many ideas and finally came up with this cute idea :3
Pairing: Phantom/Aurora if you squint lol
Rating: Everyone, just the new ghouls being adorable together
Word Count: 511
Copia yawned, rubbing at his eyes as he walked through the halls of the ministry. His stomach grumbled and he groaned, patting at his empty stomach. A terrible mistake to keep working late and not eating anything. He needed just a quick meal and he would go right back to sleep.
“I should have some leftover rigatoni hidden in the kitchens. Should still be good. Ahh, sono così stanco. I’m so tired, but I must eat,” he groaned.
He walked down several more hallways until he found himself in the hallway leading to the food hall. All was quiet except for Copia’s growling stomach and his footsteps. Usually, he would be hearing the pitter patter of siblings and ghouls walking around and getting up to mischief, but he heard nothing. Strange.
He walked down the empty dining hall and paused when he heard a plate drop in the kitchen. Someone was awake and probably had the same idea as he did. Nothing to be worried about. They could eat together.
Copia sighed and smiled as he walked into the kitchen. He turned on a light and felt his heart skip a beat when he saw Phantom and Aurora sitting on the floor, staring at him wide-eyed with their mouths full of cheese pizza. They didn’t move an inch and neither did Copia before he chuckled.
“It looks like you two are very hungry. Do you like the pizza?” He asked.
Aurora nodded eagerly and began nibbling on her slice of pizza with a happy chirp. Phantom shoved a whole piece in his mouth and got another slice after chewing it.
“The others never told us about this before. It’s amazing!” Aurora chimed, smiling toothily and looking absolutely adorable with pizza sauce staining her cheeks. This got Phantom’s attention who inched closer to her.
“You got some of that sauce on your cheeks. Can I get that off of you?” He asked nervously.
“Of course!” Aurora said, her smile radiant as she tilted her chin.
Copia wished he had his phone to take pictures of the sweet moment as Phantom licked her cheek clean. Both of them purred happily together. Aurora looked absolutely blissful and after several moments, she leaned in and licked the tip of Phantom’s nose, making him giggle.
“Adorabile. You two are sweet,” Copia cooed.
“Do you want some pizza, Papa. There’s plenty left,” Aurora said, holding up a slice.
Copia’s stomach growled, but pizza so late at night wouldn’t agree with him.
“Grazie, mia cara. Thank you, but I already have some rigatoni in the fridge I wanted to eat,” he replied as he stepped around them to get to the fridge.
“What’s rigatoni?” Phantom asked.
Copia stopped, the fridge half opened when he heard such an outrageous question. He looked back at the ghoul who was watching him curiously. Aurora looked just as curious as well.
“I have much to teach you two,” Copia said, pulling out the plate of rigatoni. Aurora chirped in delight, her eyes wide with excitement.
Skipping ahead to today's prompt from @forlorn-crows list which involves animals. I had the cutest idea for Mountain and Rain as soon as I saw it :D
Pairing: Mountain/Rain
Rating: Everyone
Word Count: 579
“Mountain!” Rain called out when he entered the greenhouse.
He had been looking all over for the earth ghoul for help with some chores, but he couldn’t find him anywhere, not even in the greenhouse where he often spent a lot of his time. How could he not find the much taller ghoul? He had to be somewhere.
“Where is he?” The water ghoul grumbled, crossing his arms as he walked out of the greenhouse.
He noticed the farm not too far away and caught the faint trace of the earth ghoul’s noticeable scent mixed in with the goats. He had to be there.
Rain quickly made his way over to the farm where some siblings of sin were rushing around with towels and looking absolutely delighted. What was going on?
“Oh! Are you looking for Mountain? He’s with Miss Marmalade. She just had triplets and Miss Bunny had her kids this morning. Twins!” Sister Helena chimed.
Ahh, Miss Marmalade was one of Mountain’s favorite goats. He had been talking a lot about her recently and how big she had gotten during her pregnancy.
Rain went over to the stall where Miss Marmalade lived and saw Mountain sitting cross-legged inside. Miss Marmalade sat next to him, looking noticeably smaller and very tired. Mountain had a very small goat in his lap that was suckling from a bottle. Two more baby goats sat near Mountain, fast asleep. All three were pitch black like their mother. The earth ghoul purred, making the ground around him vibrate.
“You’re so strong like your mama, little one,” Mountain cooed, petting the goat’s head. He didn’t seem to notice Rain before the water ghoul cleared his throat. He grunted and looked back at him, grinning from ear to ear.
“Miss Marmalade finally gave birth. Her kids are amazing, Rain! Come sit,” he chimed, patting the space next to him.
The chores needed to be done, but they could wait for a little bit. Rain opened the gate and went over to sit next to the taller ghoul. The little goat pulled away from the bottle and bleated at him, reminding Rain of a kit.
“She said hello. Miss Bernadette, this is Rain. Rain, this is Miss Bernadette,” Mountain said, handing the bottle to Rain. The goat bleated again and moved to crawl into Rain’s lap, her little tail wagging nonstop as she looked up at him with hungry red eyes.
“She likes you already,” Mountain chuckled.
“You sure? It could be from me holding the bottle,” Rain said, getting a better hold of the goat and letting her drink her milk.
“Nah, the other siblings tried feeding her, but she kept wiggling away until I came around. She likes you,” Mountain replied.
“That’s good to hear,” Rain said, petting the goat. He looked over at the mother and the sleeping siblings and couldn’t help but smile.
“They’re cute. No wonder you like it here,” he said.
“They’re good listeners and the goats love me the most,” Mountain said, petting the top of Miss Marmalade’s head. The mother goat bleated and nuzzled his hand.
“How long before the kids start climbing on you?” Rain chuckled.
“Give it a few hours. They’ll be all over me, but I’ll be ready,” Mountain crowed, dusting off his shoulders. Rain’s smile grew as he remembered all the times newborn goats were climbing on Mountain whenever he was sitting or hunched over. He looked forward to seeing that happen again soon.
Could you imagine the ghouls just having the most inconvenient allergies possible?
Mountain has to keep taking antihistamines to keep his allergies at bay, but even that isn't strong enough sometimes when the pollen count gets really high in the spring and summer.
Rain has a seafood allergy and has to keep reminding others of it when they keep assuming that surely he'll be fine eating fish like everyone else, and it's especially worse since he's a water ghoul.
Aether suddenly develops an allergy to bananas and has to spend several weeks mourning over the loss of his favourite snack. The others have to keep distracting him with new fruits to try, but he just keeps thinking about the forbidden fruit and ends up getting himself sent to the infirmary on more than one occasion.
