PapaMacGod

ghost blinkies

Ofc I love them

A little more cumulus heavy because I do have a whole post for aether <3

If yes, could you please do smth like "i was first to suck the new ghoul off", or any stamps/blinkies regarding the new ghoul?

I do don’t worry! Have some storm ghoul (:

Flat Text: Welcome to the theatre! Take a sit and choose your theme!

With ArtFight revealing its new themes for the anniversary it felt right to make new boarders for the occasion! Be it for comedians, tragedians, or mysterious folk!

Feel free to use them! Credit is appreciated but not required! Check my AF!

[See the time-lapse for Comedy]

[See the time-lapse for Tragedy]

[See the time-lapse for Mystery]

But wait... what's this?

“If the narcs think I’m gonna stop baking brownies for my kids with AIDS, they can go fuck themselves in Macy’s window!”

Nobody was mean to him. Nobody excluded him on purpose. If anything, everyone was perfectly nice.

That almost made it worse.

One afternoon Mountain stood up from the couch.

"I'm making tea."

Storm nodded.

Mountain left.

A few minutes later he came back carrying tea, coffee, biscuits, fruit, crisps, three different pastries, and somehow an entire sandwich.

Storm blinked.

"Why did you bring all that?"

Mountain looked confused.

"People wanted stuff."

Storm glanced around the room.

Nobody had gone to the kitchen.

Nobody had even moved.

Rain looked up from his phone.

"He knows I want biscuits, Aurora wants fruit, and Phantom wants coffee. The sandwich is for Swiss."

Storm frowned.

"When?"

"When Mountain said he was going to the kitchen."

Storm stared at them.

That wasn't an invitation to request things.

That was a statement.

Apparently everyone else knew differently.

It happened constantly.

Someone would suggest watching television.

Immediately the room would explode with objections.

"Not Love Island."

"Oh Satan, no."

"You know how Phantom gets."

The entire room laughed.

Storm laughed too.

Half because everyone else was laughing.

Half because he was trying not to look confused.

Because no.

Actually.

He didn't know how Phantom got.

A few minutes later someone suggested Grey's Anatomy.

Aether cheered.

Rain threw a cushion at him.

Mountain looked physically exhausted.

"Please don't. I don't want to listen to Aether."

More laughter.

More confusion.

Storm had no idea what that meant either.

Everyone else had years of history together.

Inside jokes.

Old arguments.

Stories from tours.

Shared memories.

Storm had introductions.

That was it.

Sometimes he considered asking.

But conversations moved too quickly.

By the time he'd worked out what he wanted to say, everyone was talking about something else.

So he stopped asking.

One afternoon Rain announced they were heading to the lake.

Storm nodded.

"Okay."

A few minutes later everyone left.

Storm stayed in the den.

An hour later he watched from the window as the entire pack sat by the water laughing together.

He wondered why they hadn't wanted him there.

Nobody had invited him.

The thought sat heavily in his chest.

Because they were always kind.

But kindness wasn't the same thing as belonging.