Would You Guys Want More Of My Writing?

Would you guys want more of my writing?

hello. welcome to raven succumbing to the voices.

aka 1.2k words of mountain realizing he’s emotionally neglected a lot of the time.

cw: dew gets emotionally spoiled, mountain has lots of trouble with his feelings, mountain lore👹

under the cut, if you please<3

Aether was gone.

Everyone was tentative around the subject, not wanting to trigger Dew into another fit of anger. Nobody really knew what Dew was mad at. It could’ve been Aether, the Ministry, himself—but nobody could say for sure due to how closed off Dew had been.

Swiss was always making jokes with Dew, wanting to distract him from the pain of not having one of his mates with them. Cumulus always got a fresh loaf of Dew’s favorite bread whenever they had a rest day, and everyone knew she’s rather be baking the loaf rather than buying it.

Cirrus was a silent comfort, in the shadows where Dew would hide, always willing to wrap her arms around him and whisper sweet nothings to the fire ghoul.

Rain, and by extension Aeon, were always there for Dew to rant to. And Aurora was more than happy to braid Dew’s hair whenever Rain initiated a mini spa night in whatever hotel the ghouls and their Papa were staying in that night.

And Mountain was tired of it.

He was tired of being the backbone, the one who constantly lifted everyone up when he was on the verge of crumbling himself. He was tired of watching everyone coddle Dew, and whisper with each other when the fire ghoul was asleep about oh, poor Dew—or—he’s been feeling better! Maybe he’s getting used to not having Aether around?

Mountain huffed behind his book, glaring over the tops of the pages at the fire ghoul sleeping on the tour bus couch.

He was tired of Dew being helped while he was tossed aside.

But he also felt like shit. He was feeling the same pain as Dew, yet here Mountain was acting childish, jealous over his mate who was getting the help that he needed.

But was it really being childish? Or was it realizing the mistakes of the pack, and how he felt being left in the dust when he needed support as well?

Mountain’s glare softened as he felt thorns growing from around his antlers. He slouched down a bit in the table booth, hiding his face behind his book until he could control the tears welling in his eyes.

He just wanted Aether back.

It wasn’t often Mountain was late to pre-show roll call. But tonight?

He was just so tired.

Mountain’s body was now facing the effects of being stressed out and emotionally worn. His stomach was constantly churning, he had an ever present ache right behind his eyes that never seemed to go away, his back was rigid and it hurt to move.

He was sore, and he knew he life was about to get a whole lot more exhausting after tonight’s ritual.

“Mountain?”

The earth giant blinked behind his goggles and looked down, seeing Aurora. Her much smaller hand was picking his up, a frown on her face as she felt how heavy his arm was, his exhaustion clearly echoed in the way he was holding himself.

“Hi.”

“Are you okay? You seem tired. Your ritual jitters aren’t as noticeable as usual,” Aurora spoke softly, reading the shaking of his hand as just simple jitters.

If only.

“I’m fine. Ready for the rest day we have tomorrow.” Mountain said simply, his face emotionless as he looked down at Aurora. His neck screamed at him as he looked down at her, the amount he had to strain his muscles almost laughable due to Aurora’s size compared to his.

Aurora nodded, a smile on her face.

“Me too.” She chuckled. She went to say more, but Papa cut her off, reeling in all the ghouls for the pre-show huddle.

Mountain sighed and stiffly walked over, taking note of how Rain, Swiss, and Aeon all walked over with Dew huddled between them.

His eyes narrowed as he watched how Aeon gave Dew a small buzz of quintessence to give him an energy boost. Mountain grumbled silently, knowing he could’ve used that small amount of energy much more than Dew.

But who was he to demand Dew stops getting the attention and support that he had been drowned in the for the whole tour?

A soft sigh left Mountain as he joined the huddle, tuning out Copia’s words.

Tomorrow.

Resting tomorrow will help.

He hated his sleep schedule.

Mountain was up with the sun the next day, and no amount of keeping his eyes closed lulled him back to sleep.

Mountain huffed and rolled onto his side, opening his eyes and discovering he hated something a lot more than his God forsaken sleep schedule.

Swiss was in the bed two feet away from him.

As well as Dew, Rain, and Aeon.

A low, earth rumbling growl left Mountain and he was immediately standing up, roughly unzipping his travel bag and pulling out some regular street clothes, his toothpaste and toothbrush, and his hairbrush. He grumbled as he walked to the bathroom, quickly getting ready for the day before he tossed his pajamas and hygienics onto the bed.

Mountain grabbed his phone and a room key before storming out of the room, ignoring how his now glamoured body complained with each step he took.

He didn’t know where he was going. He wasn’t even sure which city he was in.

He just needed to leave.

He turned his phone off after a while. The constant buzzing was getting on his nerves, and he had gotten close to tossing his phone on the sidewalk and letting it get trampled by the crowd.

He was so mad. The anger was only growing as Mountain realized how childish he was being.

He decided he needed to punch something. Hard enough to break whatever faced his wrath.

He wanted to indulge. He wanted to allow himself the brief respite that would be bruising his knuckles as his fists slammed down over, and over, and over, and over again.

Damned Beelzebub..

Mountain huffed and turned on his heel, walking back to the hotel and praying to his Lord below that he would be calm by the time he finished the fourteen block walk.

He just wanted to feel normal again.

Maybe he just wanted to be noticed.

Mountain listened to the quiet snores of Swiss and Rain, ignoring the growling voice in the back of his mind that was reminding him Dew had a key to the hotel room.

He didn’t want to be mad at Dew, and after lots of thinking, he realized he wasn’t. Envious, for sure, but he didn’t blame Dew, despite how much he wanted Dew to feel the hurt that he had been feeling. He wasn’t jealous anymore.

Mountain sighed as he looked over at Swiss and Rain.

He knew he could join them. He could start an unofficial and unannounced ghoul pile, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to see any more of the pack until he had to.

He was mad at them for forgetting him. He was mad at them for leaving him in the shadows and putting Dew in the limelight of their care and attention.

Tears welled in Mountain’s eyes as he realized what he was actually upset about.

He rolled onto his side, facing the wall so he could have some resemblance of dignity as he begrudgingly let tears fall.

He was an afterthought.

And he had reached his limit.

Mountain curled into himself and buried his nose into his knees, whining quietly as his back screamed in pain yet again.

This rest day wasn’t very restful.

I’ve been thinking about ghouls horns and how they differentiate between the diffrent types of ghouls

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Hi moon!! I had some soft thought about baby dew and cumulus and thought I could share it <3

We all know Cumulus crochets, (if I remember right LOL). So, I present you. Baby dew curled up in her lap, sleepy as she crochets a blanket with him, humming softly and rocking In her rocking chair.

I loved this 🩷🩷

He'd been fussy all day. He'd been held captive in silence by flashes of memories she wishes she could wipe from his mind.

She's been rocking him for hours now it seems, his eyes shut with a pinch between his brows. He whimpers when he drifts back to sleep, immediately plagued by painfully images again.

Cumulus runs her fingers through his hair, whispering softly to keep him at least somewhat present with her. She hates it, the thought of him trapped somewhere dark and painful. She would happily fight her way through the pitch dark black of his mind, would gladly carry ever single heavy thought that ever crossed his precious mind if it meant he never hurt again.

She holds him on her lap in the den, nestled in the comfy rocking chair by the window. Swiss is in the kitchen cooking, his voice carrying out to them as he sings.

Cumulus has him propped up against her shoulder, his nose in her neck and his little fingers mindlessly playing with her curls as she works on her latest crochet project.

Occasionally there's a sad little whimper and he tenses against her and her heart feels snapped in half.

"Du är i säkerhet. Jag är här med dig." (You are safe. I'm here with you.)

Swiss hits a high note and Cumulus can picture him dancing around, singing into a spoon and she can't help but laugh at the ridiculous creature she loves so much, his warmth felt even when he's not right beside her.

Her heart jumps when Dew laughs, it's only small, one tiny little noise but she knows it means he's coming back to her.

"He's silly isn't he, baby?"

He squirms until she moves him. His back is pressed to her chest and he watches her hands while she crochets.

He points at her hands. "Dat?"

"Crochet hook."

His fingers find the soft ball of yarn tucked against the side of her leg. He squeezes at it, liking the soft texture under his fingers.

"Mjuk..." (Soft)

"Very good. It's very soft!"

He leans back again, relaxing against her. She hums while she works, pausing occasionally to press a kiss to the top of his head.

He rubs his eyes, yawning and tipping his head back looking up at her with big sleepy eyes.

"Swiss?" She calls out, running her fingers over Dew's face to keep him settled while she slightly raises her voice.

He pokes his head from the kitchen. "Yeah?"

"Can you make Dew a bottle?"

"Yeah of course!"

She tucks her crochet stuff away and gets him more comfortably situated in her arms. He holds her eyes, blinking slow while she hums and traces the shape of his face with her fingertips.

He giggles sleepily when her fingers move under his chin, the tickly feeling making him bunch up his shoulders.

He grabs hold of her hand, holding her fingers. "Mamma."

It still hits her as hard as it did the very first time he said it. To know he trusts her with such a high title, with something that used to cause nothing but pain. She was safe, she was what that title was supposed to be. Warm, loving, protective. It wasn't something she took lightly, it was something she cherished, something that meant the world to her.

"Here ya go." Swiss appears at her side, holding out the bottle.

"Thank you."

He bends to kiss Dews forehead and kisses Cumulus' cheek before wandering back off.

He nuzzles against her chest with his bottle, eyes heavy.

"Vila min älskade. Mamma är här." (Rest my love. Mama is here,)

do you think my Dino plushie understands that I don’t want to have to see him up? Does he get scared?