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Humans can be twats and Omega is there to comfort Aether. (Fatphobic stuff mentioned)

Character: Aether, Omega Word count: 833

It was too late to be awake. The moon threw its light through the window, making the kitchen glow in the dark, and Aether didn’t bother to turn the light on. He was wearing boxers and - unlike him - an oversized sweater.

The quint rummaged through the cabinet filled with snacks and finally settled on a half-full bag of chips. He was hungry, his stomach grumbling for hours now, and it had got more and more unbearable with every passing minute. So he finally got up and decided to get himself something to eat. Aether regretted not eating lunch and barely anything at dinner, and he let out a satisfied groan as he ate the first chip while sitting down at the table.

He looked up when he heard steps and blinked against the light as it was turned on. In the doorway stood Omega, eyes tired and still in his day's clothing; he was coming straight out of the infirmary.

“Hey,” the older said, walking over to the fridge and getting himself a bottle of juice. “Why are you still awake?”

Aether shrugged weakly; he wasn’t exactly in the mood for a conversation. Omega leaned against the kitchen counter, watching the other’s back with a serious expression. He could smell the distress clearly.

“Do you want me to make you something proper to eat?” the taller asked then. Of course, he had noticed how Aether hadn’t really eaten today. “There’s still some dinner left.”

Aether tensed a bit, swallowing what was in his mouth, his gaze unfocused on the table.

“Nah, I’m fine,” he answered, hoping to not sound as restrained as he felt.

He heard Omega shuffle and then felt a big hand on his shoulder. Aether tensed, still not turning around.

“Can you stand up for a second?”

The question was not exactly unexpected, but Aether still let out a sigh. Why couldn’t Omega just leave him alone? He stood up nonetheless, hands pulling at the hem of his sweater.

“Come here.”

Aether walked over, biting the inside of his cheek. Suddenly, he was pulled in by the waist and lifted, ending up on the counter, Omega between his legs, hands on his sides, holding the love handles there.

“So, what’s wrong, hmm?”

The younger quint looked down and suppressed the urge to move, uncomfortable with the touch. But Omega understood nonetheless and put his hands on the counter.

“Aeth?” The voice was quiet but empathetic; maybe even a bit worried. It was unusual for Aether to be like this.

“I…,” he shrugged. “I know I’m fat, but I- It’s- Why are people so mean?”

He looked at Omega now, still unable to hold eye contact. Aether knew that not everyone liked Ghost, that there would always be hate towards any band, but the comments he had found were simply rude; and maybe true, he had no idea anymore.

Omega tilted his head to the side, watching the other’s face closely. The hurt he saw went straight to his heart. He knew about comments like that, knew exactly what Aether meant and how much they could hurt. But he also knew that they weren’t true, that people who commented such stuff were pathetic humans, deeply unsatisfied with their own lives.

“So that’s why you haven’t really eaten today?” he asked, understanding. It earned him a nod.

“There’s nothing wrong with fat, Aeth, you know that,” Omega stated then, his hands going to the love handles again. “But I know that comments can hurt really much.”

The older petted his own tummy with a smirk, hoping to lift Aether’s mood a bit.

“I know that having more on the ribs can be hard, Aeth. I know how mean humans are, but there are also nice humans, right?”

The younger looked him in the eyes now, tears swimming in his. He was tired and hungry and even a bit overwhelmed. The tears came naturally, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Omega put both hands on Aether’s cheeks now, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You are beautiful,” he muttered. “We love you, Aeth. We wouldn’t want you any different.”

He pinched the other’s belly.

“Look at that cute belly and be proud of it, yeah? Remember how thin you were when Terzo summoned you… It just shows that you are happy and healthy and loved here.”

Omega gave him a smile, and he couldn’t resist the urge to smile back a bit. The tear that slipped down his cheek was wiped off by the other’s thumb. The younger quint pulled Omega close, arms wrapping around his waist, face shoved into his chest.

“Now come, you eat something that will actually feed you up, and then we’ll go to my room and get some sleep. And I’ve got a free day tomorrow, so how about I show you how much I love that belly of yours then, big boy?”

At that point, the grin on Aether’s face grew larger. ____________

It's time to say that as a fat person, the stuff i got to hear since i was like 10 years old is simply the dumbest shit ever and hurts really much. And those comments were the reason for my second panic attack ever and made by idiotic humans that deserve to be punched in the face.

gonna tag you here @miss-multi45 and my favourite rat @aweisz because they wanted Aether/Omega

Not Boatem group hug!

The Davidsonian, Davidson, North Carolina, October 9, 1924

A box of baby bengals

where to next, hawk? :)

he such a catboy u know

That was the low battery notification

Everyone and their kickable dog draws Dio playing rugby in Phantom Blood, but y'all forgot the other sport that Dio plays canonically:

BOXING 🥊💥

Little jockey

(Source)

I can’t draw frogs if I hear one bad thing about the frog I’m going to get you

Alastor's personal space

SHITTY MEME I SPENT TOO MUCH TIME ON

Fruit Dragons by Alexandra Khitrova.

reblog to be eaten by this thing

He’s so adorable!!

Today's silly lil guy belongs to @gooseontheinternet !!

I saw this guy and knew instantly I had to draw them- I mean- look at those big empty eyes

The biggest star of them all <3

papa and son communication

puppy had a bit of an accident but it's all ok!

Me: *Dies of cuteness*

You guys like the previous doodle…so here’s more BD

Oooh if requests are open, how about Nightmare or Error? I’d love to see how you color them :D

(also that ink drawing is so good sjhsbsbs they way you drew his cheek splotches is so unique)

Sure! how abt both >:)

I had a lot of fun drawing these two! :D

And ahhddjhsj thank u!1!! c: 💕

Happy late bday Palette!! Finally finished ur drawing in August yippee 🤩

@lasserbatsu Ty for creating him the silly ever

Some Wales head-cannons:

Wales ADORES hand-me-downs. Sure he’s not the youngest, but he’s the smallest, and he loves to dig through his brothers old things and see what they don’t want so he can put together wacky little outfits for himself. He’s also super resourceful and can basically do all sorts of sowing, knitting, crafting. He takes things apart, reinvents them, sometimes he makes little bits and pieces for his brothers, and his brothers wear them - not only because it’s a little gift from their brother, but because they’re also genuinely pretty, smart or practical. Each of the brothers have a favourite piece or two that Wales has made for them. The reworked blazer for Scotland with the patches on the elbows and a little thistle sown into the breast pocket that match the reading glasses made to match, England’s “ancient sweater vest and jumper” as France calls it, that’s actually the result of 7 different vests and jumpers dismantled and re-invented. Northern Ireland has a little tie collection made by Wales that he treats like pure gold. Wales made Ireland a little pair of shoes literally over 200 years ago and although they don’t get much time to nip across the water to see each other anymore, when the shoes start to go through wear and tear, Ireland would rather offer to pay Wales to fix them than through them out. He could never. The brothers aren’t great with voicing their gratefulness or voicing that they’re sentimental, but their carefulness and attachment to Wales little gifts speak a thousand words.

England and Wales stuck together a lot for a time while growing up and Wales would use magic to help with England’s fears, like showing England a spell to create light when he was scared of the dark, and spells to help distinguish what berries and mushrooms were safe to eat. This was the start of England’s interest in magic. Back then, Wales would also use magic to animate little drawings and paintings left behind by humans to entertain England and he continues to do it to this day. He brings to life paintings in the house, in museums, street art, pictures in books and newspapers, he can even animate old photographs of people, human and personifications alike. It still makes England smile.

Just look at him, a humble man🤭💙

tell ‘em about the time you won space prom king and queen

“Phright Cam #1. You are not safe just because we are in the final show of the week. Order your fine horses, Vicomte. #phantomworldwide #hecouldnotscreamsoheknelt #thisiswhyilovegoingtowork”

Earl Carpenter being the sweetest, gentlest, most vulnerable Phantom