#I always say that captain is the dad especially to alison and kitty

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I don’t know if this makes sense but when it comes to Ghosts UK and US I feel different vibes in the relationships the ghosts have with Sam and Alison.

With Alison it feels like at times The Captain, Pat and sometimes Fanny have a sort of paternal side with her and the others are like her best friends but in the US version Sam’s ghosts feel more like annoying older siblings that like to mess with her but also love her too.

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Reader (Ghosts BBC, Mentioning of Alison/Mike and Alison/Thomas)

SUMMARY: You grew up in a wonderful big house full of ghosts. But why did you see them anyway? Reader Insert Series: BBC Ghosts AN: As I haven't the time to fully write out this idea, here's a shortened version of a prompt that has been playing inside my mind. Based on a post I viewed recently: I have always thought that if I'd been Alison, I'd be scared to death about getting pregnant or having a miscarriage and seeing that ghost child all the time. Now I could write something angsty about this, or something funny. I decided to go for a different route and wrote how it would be to be born in that household, with Alison and Mike as your mum and dad. (So no miscarriages or creepy things, just growing up with ghosts). Enjoy! PS. If anyone feels like picking up this idea or exploring elements of it, please do <3 -- -- Seeing ghosts was a normality to you. As you grew up, you saw them around the house and they were your friends. You saw them in school, saw them in the streets and basically everywhere you went. And you more than often became friends with them.

So this was how mum felt, hmm?

You could not say that you led a normal life. Seeing the ghosts and interacting with them wasn’t the oddest thing of all. No. The oddest thing you found, was something only revealed to you at a much later date, when you were already grown. But let’s cut back to when you were little.

You grew up in a wonderfully big home that your mum and dad had inherited by pure luck (or was it misfortune?). The house cost them everything and more than often people had wondered why they had started having kids during such a stressful period in their lives – because the home was still a bit of a wreck when you were born.

The house was large and wonderful and yours. You had never known any other place and you felt no need to ever move elsewhere. You loved it here. It was a certain love that made your mum and dad all the more determined to keep the place no matter what.

Apart from living in a fantasy-like building, your life was pretty normal.

Except for the ghosts.

The first time your parents noticed you saw them was when you were just a toddler and your father freaked out because you seemed to be talking to someone who wasn’t there. Your mum, being able to see them after a nearly-fatal accident, confirmed his fears though. You were playing with one of the ghosts that inhabited the house. Your parents thought it was a one off, until your sister was born four years later and she exhibited the same signs as you had.

Thus, the theory that seeing ghost was inheritable came into existence.

But as you had been seeing them since you were born, you held no fear of the inhabitants of the house. And there were a lot of them. It meant you were never alone. It was soothing in a way. Whenever there was something wrong or you felt sad or down, one of the ghosts was bound to cheer you up.

You especially loved Humphrey as a child. You loved his soothing voice and the tales he would tell when you couldn’t sleep. Truth to be told, you had a bit of a crush on the late Sir Humphrey Bone as a kid, thinking his face to be really pretty. So pretty, you often helped when his head and body were apart. You would go searching for another of the ghosts to pick up his head and put him back together whenever he lost it again. Though sometimes it would just be his head on your nightstand. Others might think this depravingly morbid, but it brought you a sense of safety, knowing he was there watching you. It chased away any bad dreams.

You often held sleepovers with Kitty. She was a lovely giggling young woman, and she loved to play hide and seek with you and your sister in the grand garden surrounding your home. The three of you would often giggle way into the night when either your mum would come to tell you to please go to sleep – or Robin joined in and did some of his caveman word games with the three of you – which made the evening all the better (no matter how often Kitty would exclaim that it was supposed to be a girls night only).

Having the ghosts around wasn’t always fun though. For instance, when you were a teenager and were playing dressing up and imagining all the boys who would swoon over you, only to see a head stick through your wall and telling you off. Auntie Fanny was a real pain sometimes, always talking about how you should be decent, how you should dress, how to hold your fork and knife during a dinner with guests. It was frustrating but she always managed to get on your nerves.

Your sister didn’t fare much better with her and suffered the same mouthiness of the former lady of the house. It didn’t help that the ghost woman still jumped out of a window in the midst of the night either. Your sister failed one of her exams once because she couldn’t focus on learning the material because Fanny Button kept her up each night with her screams. It was thanks to Thomas’ support that she was forced to focus on her schoolbooks and thanks to the other ghosts (and mum, who was pretty much threatening them to do as she said) to keep Auntie Fanny in check. In the end, your sister had changed back to a different room. The previous one she had occupied had been chosen by her because of the epic royal bathroom attached to it. Now she slept closer to yours again and took to using the shared bathroom without complaining. You didn’t mind, you liked having her close again.

Out of all the ghosts, you found the Captain to be the most tiresome as you were young. He was always drilling on about what you and the others should do. Always focusing on schedules that you should follow. Telling you off like you were a soldier.

Pat was way kinder, and often a bit too soft. You knew he often hung around your younger sister, because she was more outgoing than you were and he loved to be outside in nature. He helped her do all sorts of tricks, climb trees, shoot a bow and arrow – dangerous stuff even. But he taught her to do it responsibly, despite what you may expect of a man with an arrow lodged in his throat.

And then there was the one who frightened you like no other. Not even the plague citizens living in the cellar, who always kindly helped you with whatever issue you came to talk about. Yep, one of the ghosts scared you for a while: you usually tried to avoid Julian. As you were young, you thought he was an old man, wearing no pants, and he had a mean streak to him – jealousy you often found. He didn’t particularly seemed to like kids either, so you were fine with him going out of your way. As you grew older you realised Julian wasn’t actually as bad as you thought him to be. He even saved your life once or twice by pushing away or picking up a dangerous object that might have injured you otherwise. He was watching over you, like all the others were. And as you grew into a teenager and passed that sweet 16, you noticed a different gleam in his eyes. Julian changed. He became more gallant, more of a smooth talker when around you. But that behaviour ended quite abruptly, although the gleam of admiration never left his eyes. You wondered what had frightened him so to stop his advances on you. Whatever it was, you were grateful. Julian was not your type and never would be. (Later on you found out he had been challenged to a duel by Thomas who wanted to defend your honour, as child of the lovely Alison).

And then there was Jemima, she was the best friend of you and of your sister. As children she was just amazing to play with. First, she was older, and knew cool games you and your sibling had never heard of. Then, you grew to be the same age and she was the coolest girl you would ever know. And then, you grew older and she grew quieter. But you never ceased your habit of singing chilly songs with her.

You were a child, growing up between ghosts, and you felt safe between them. And though your father swore he could see them, most of his interactions with the house ghosts was initiated through you or your sister. He just didn’t possess the gift. But he was the greatest dad there ever lived. He loved doing stuff with you and your sister, going out, do fun things. He was a swell dad, filled to the brim with love for you and your sibling. He’d do anything to keep the two of you safe and happy and clothed and fed – even if things financially didn’t always go well for your family. You loved him to bits.

Your mum tried to warn you of the dangers of seeing ghosts. How those who could not see them would think it weird – would think you to be weird. You minded her words and sensibly, didn’t let anything show while in school. Even though, you were troubled with the ghost of a former teacher who kept sitting at a way too small child’s desk next to you and pester you throughout the lessons. You were glad when your mum told him off, some day after lessons. She had to sneak into the school with you. Oh boy, you had loved her firm voice, her confidence, and the fact that the ghost stuck to a different classroom from then on without coming near you again.

Your sister had a bit of a harder time. She let herself be distracted by the ghosts of a few children who had died in a school fire ages ago. While you had gotten away with explaining to them how you could not talk to them while others were around, your sister didn’t mind that rule though, and your parents struggled more than once with comments on how they should take your sister to see a doctor about this. Eventually, your sister learned, as she grew older. But more than often she would ignore what others thought of her and still communicate with the dead whilst other living beings were around.

But despite the fortune, or misfortune, of seeing ghosts, your life was pretty normal as you grew up. You loved all house ghosts for different reasons.

While Mary was easily one of your favourites, she was also a bit daft to the modern ways. Simple, might be a better word. She often promised to help you with your homework, but she never could attribute anything that you didn’t already know. So you often had to distract her with small tasks or tell her to hang out with Kitty or Robin instead.

And when Mary was gone it would be Thomas who would take over. Although he was easily distracted by art and snivelly poems, he would always try his best to focus and help you and your sister through each demeaning homework task. Sir Thomas Thorne was always nearby when you needed him. He had the tendency to sing songs to you as a baby, create old fashioned nursery rhymes when you were a toddler, play silly games with you as a child, motivate and guide you as a teenager.

In hindsight, you should have seen it coming. With all the care he held for you, with the warm tingling feeling it gave you whenever he was around. You should have known. And when you were a teenager and dated that ghost boy from two blocks away, it was Thomas who completely lost it and told you the boy would be no good for you, and that you deserved someone better. Someone more permanent. Someone alive.

Your mother and Thomas had a huge fight then – ("Someone more permanent than a ghost? That's rich coming from you!" your mum had shouted) all ghosts were listening in. But your dad was none the wiser. And so were you. Because you did not catch all references, and you did not understand each jab and insult thrown like a ping pong ball. And when your mum sat with her hands in her hair and Sir Thomas’ arm wrapped around her shoulder, you thought they had just made up. And then your father came in and he gave your mother solace. They hugged for a long time, and Thomas had just gone into the adjacent room. But that was all there was to it.

Of course it wasn’t though. Because your mother was strong. Darn strong. You loved it about her. The whole attitude she had, the air with which she wandered around the home and instructed the ghosts like she owned them. Your father said it hadn’t always been like that, that it had grown over time. In the beginning she had been ill-at ease, easily manipulated by the inhabitants of their home, had been often looked at funnily and ruined many a great business deal for talking or listening to the ghosts. She still did that – listen to them. She still embarrassed herself and your whole family along with it. Like that time you were at a beach party with family and friends and she had an entire conversation with a family of the 1960’s who were dead. Yeah, you’d rather not think back on that.

Or the one time one of she reported a crime to a dead officer.

Yeah.

But your mother was your hero. She was strong, fierce, and always stood up for you and your sister.

To find out a much deeper and darker truth then, about your family, was world shattering. And it was all because your sister had been in an accident and you came home to find Thomas in all states. And when you asked the other ghosts what had occurred they told you he was crying about his child. And that’s only when the pin dropped and you realised why this man was always working in your best interest and being so darn warm and kind for a person who was dead. Because you'd not missed the many times he showered your mother with affection. Or the way she would smile at him when he gave her another compliment. Or the way they would be just a little...too close. Could your sister be the child of a ghost? Impossible, right?

And you confronted your mum about it.

And she broke down.

Alison Cooper confessed to you, while your father was away at work, that she had been entangled with the ghost of Sir Thomas Thorne after a few heavy drinks and a way too fun party held at their home. Apparently, she had been incredibly drunk and had said things she otherwise wouldn’t have admitted. What happened should not have been possible by far. But Thomas had been able to actually feel her, and Alison had believed that no ghost could actually cause consequences with a human who was still alive. Perhaps her near-death experience had thrown something into the mix. We would never know. But Alison found herself pregnant after days spent without a touch by your dad, Mike. The first thought had been to terminate the pregnancy, but remembering the dove that still liked to terrorize their bedroom, Alison had grown scared. She realised she could not terminate the pregnancy or she might be faced with a ghost of her own baby. And you realised this was not your sister she was talking about. This was you.

So instead, Alison had pleaded Thomas to keep their secret (which he had done poorly and every ghost knew what had truly occurred, but luckily your dad could not interact with them), and your mum seduced your dad. They were already married, there were no contenders, your father believed you were theirs and never held a doubt. In hindsight, it explained your paleness- and the seeing of ghosts. It had been deemed the impossible, and for a long while, Alison thought and hoped that you were a child of Mike’s after all.

Mike took it all up really well, with you being what is called an accident. He was instantly smitten – as were all of the ghosts to be honest. Alison thought things would work our after all.

But then, when Mike wanted to have another kid, and though they tried, it took three years and a lot of desperation to admit to seeing a doctor. And then they were faced with the terrible truth that Mike wasn’t fertile at all. The news was delivered to your mum first, with Mike away and only the house ghosts listening in. It was a shock to all of them, mostly to Alison who had been pointed at the result by another ghost doctor. She managed to hide away the evidence, the true results, and together with newly found ghost friends she made at the hospital, fabricated a new lie. Mike was never to know that you could not possibly be his.

So instead, Alison was persuaded by Thomas and her undying love for Mike. He wanted another baby, she wanted them to be happy. Deal done. Thomas fathered a second ghost-seeing child with your mum. Your sister. The one who was recovering in hospital after a nasty car crash. (And luckily, she got out alive and safe and you got to hug her again tightly because no matter what, your sister would always be closest to you - all ghosts in spite).

So there you were, hearing your mother’s confession. The understanding dawning upon you that you did not see ghosts because of just your mum – but because you father was one. It all made so much sense. And it took a lot of strength to keep your mouth shut about it to Mike, your father.

Your real father, Thomas, you found, was understanding. And you were glad more than once that he could not interact with Mike. You had warned him that you would keep calling Mike dad, even if he wasn’t biologically. And Mike remained none the wiser. You still loved your non-biological dad as fiercely as you had before. You’d just glare a lot more in Thomas’ direction for a while.

In the end, you ended up marrying a young ‘living’ partner. You made sure that both Mike and Thomas were leading you down the aisle – even if Mike was never to know it. All Ghosts loved it, loved how you recognised Thomas to be your father. They also loved it how you never once dropped the truth on Mike or let him down. In your eyes, he would always remain on a pedestal as the perfect dad. It just so happened that you had two now.

As you somehow had expected, Alison died too young. An accident out of love, one of the ghosts had said. (She was furious at Thomas for many years to come, but she could not help but love him still.) During the years she was angry at Thomas, she tried to convey a message to Mike. She wanted him to know the truth, but he hadn’t understood her dying last breath, and he hadn’t understood her hauntings. ("It say's Thomas... dad? dad? Wait a minute, isn't Thomas one of the ghosts? Yeah, of course he is dead. Duh!") And he seemed delighted that she was still there, even as he started dating a new woman and ended up marrying her. (Alison was okay withit, but only after smashing a few vases and making that new woman's life a living hell). It was no wonder your dad wanted to move elsewhere quite soon after his second marriage. I mean, living with your deceased wife and your new crumpit was a bit weird, right? Your dad, Mike, handed the house to you and your sister. She chose not to stay and lived her live elsewhere, visiting occassionally, while Mike and his new wife settled somewhere close by. You remained in the huge mansion with your husband and your children, enjoying the way the ghosts watched over them as they had watched over you, feeling safe and happy. Because with these ghosts you were at home.

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The Wilds Characters as Ghosts from BBC Ghosts

Preface: Ghosts is an amazing, funny, emotional show with incredible actors and incredible plots. It's a sitcom about woman who can see the Ghosts in her house and the subsequent chaos. There's LGBT rep in a WW2 Captain, British humour, himbos, dad friends, trouserless politicians, a space obsessed caveman, a woman burnt for being a witch, a horny Edwardian lady, plague ghosts that offer you milk, and a decapitated head that WILL lecture you on being a homophobe. I 110% reccomend watching this show, especially as an emotional pick-me-up because it's main vibe is positivity. Also its by the old Horrible Histories cast.

Dot & Alison

Mum friendTM, hot messes, can and will look after you you have no choice. Strong but unwilling leaders, far too aware of how the world works. Cuties. Both are orphans (assumed though not canonically confirmed for Alison) who live for their found families.

Rachel & Robin

VERY dedicated to a specific thing (diving/moonah) but their hearts are in the right place, caring but don't want you to think that, not afraid to criticise your bullshit, good at thinking on their feet. Both are my babies and I love them.

Kitty & Martha

Sweet baby angels who've done nothing wrong in their lives ever and deserve the best in life, need protecting. Abused by folks they were meant to be loved and looked after by. Genuinely kind people who support everyone around them.

Cap & Shelby

Repressed Gays TM. Literally so much internalised homophobia. Clever strategists who know exactly how to get what they want. Pretty much 2nd in command. Become outsiders to the found family but get back into the fold out of their own positive actions. Fan faves, deservedly.

Toni & Pat

When they rage they RAGE. In love with their wives. Sweethearts when they're with their found family. Tbh this was probably a weak comparison but Toni deserves a dad figure and Pat is just the epitome of dad.

Julian & Fatin

Fully aware of their sexuality and unashamed to enjoy sex. Fuck the law kinda vibes ✌️ Found family help them realise the value of family (Christmas ep WILL make you cry). Really good at making the message underneath what they're saying clear. Classy food critic. Also out of all of them, Fatin would ROCK the trouserless ghost lifestyle end of.

Mike + Leah

Both have obsessive tendencies (Mike's is just Wayyy more chill than Leah like obsession over Brussel sprouts vs a nonce?). Dramatic AF. Intuitive (would YOU believe your wife if she could suddenly start seeing dead people??) Marriage material 110%. Weird parental relationship. Physically strong af, not that you'd think it. Love with their wives.

Humphrey & Nora

Emotive brains. Soft sweethearts, underrated af. Consistently forgotten by the rest of the group but will always have the answers. Good at being supportive but low-key have a motive to it. Need a hug.

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BBC Ghosts ficlet- happy

i’ve been having a lot of feelings about pat lately, so i wrote this. prompted by the idea of dad pat, with some subtle trans pat references (please excuse the bland title)

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Robin had gotten into a new genre of music. ‘hyperpop’, Pat thought he heard Alison call it. it was a bit too new wave for him, he thought as he sat in the grounds of Button House, arms around his knees. snatches of bass and what sounded like screaming drifted over, mixing with the giggles from Kitty and Mary playing in the nearby garden.

the combination of the music and laughter reminded Pat of his own childhood. he’d get home after school and his mum would put on that doo-wop music of hers that she loved so much. she'd grab his hands and dance around the kitchen, and he'd pretend he hated it but by the time the second chorus came around, he was always dancing and singing. admittedly, doo-wop was a far cry from Button House’s present soundtrack, but Pat couldn’t bring himself to properly dislike either. 

with his mum, it wasn't so much the music on its own that he liked (doo-wop is really all the same once you've heard enough of it), but the joy of it all. his mum's hands, moisturised but still rough, grapsing his own. her laughter as young pat got caught up in her skirt, the smell of her old woollen cardigan. her eyes would get all crinkly and she'd laugh herself silly by the shiny metal splashback, watching pat entertain her the best way he knew how. for all the flack the others gave robin, he’d worked out the secret to surviving this place. the afterlife? Pat wondered whether ghosting really counted as an afterlife, absentmindedly fiddling with his glasses. the point being, Robin, with all his pranks and puzzles, had realised that you’ve got to find happiness where you can. the simpler, the better.

it had the one thing pat was determined to pass on to his sons. happiness, that is. he hoped he had, but that’s the thing about dying. you’re never around to find out. more often than not, the mere thought was enough to send him into a bad mood for a good few hours, but not today. not with the girls enjoying themselves, the sun shining, and the faint breeze rippling through the grass. Pat could feel it sweeping right through him. 

back in life, before he met Carol, the Scouts had been Pat’s happiness. it’d been a dream ever since he was little. his mum, meaning well, had signed him up for Guides, but he didn’t last long. he’d been dreaming of learning how to build a fire, pitch a tent, not bake cakes and do needlepoint. after his mum died and he properly came into himself, the first thing Pat did was teach himself all the necessary skills so he could become a Scout leader, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t still bloody proud of the scarf that hung round his neck. it wasn’t so much the skills and the excitement that drew him to the Scouts as an adult, although it was pretty neat. relaxed leadership, the kind that lets you check in and help everyone have a good time, always made Pat feel good. like he was doing what he was supposed to.

and when he became a dad, well, that was it. Pat was a brilliant dad, or tried to be. as much as he sometimes wished it didn’t (especially when the Captain was getting on his high horse), nurturing was in Pat’s veins. family board games, camping trips, bedtime sleepovers, even nappy changes, he loved it all. don’t get it wrong, it still drove him nuts from time to time, but what family doesn’t? 

the music had changed. Pat was pretty sure Thomas must have taken over, because it was slower and simpler, and he was pretty sure he could hear Robin protesting. he ought to head back up and sort that out, but another minute or two in the great outdoors couldn’t hurt.

Pat stretched his arms up to the clear blue sky with a sigh, wiggling his fingers. he figured it must be true what they say: once a dad, always a dad. even in death. 

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Kitty for the niche questions

a song that reminds me of them: maybe Daydream Believer by the Monkees? shes quite the daydreamer lol 

what they smell like: I feel like she'd smell like flowers! maybe roses?

an otp: dont really ship her too strongly with anyone, but maybe Thomas? I think she harbors a crush on him, or at least has, and they could be really cute together! I feel like theyre pretty close in age, and have things in common (like being obsessed with romance and Alison lmao). Friendship also works, but I stand by them being cute together! Could I also see Kitty not being straight? Yeah

a notp: Kitty with pretty much any other ghost in the house lmao (there could possibly be exceptions tho. possibly)

favorite platonic/familial relationships: now this is the kind of relationship I care about with Ghosts lol! I have so much love for her Captain Dad and her true sister Alison! 🥺😭 and her dance partner (and uncle?) Pat, and just literally all of them are her family, and each other’s family! I will never get over how they all looked when they said happy birthday to Kitty! Like literally ALL of them were so excited! Thomas was especially, which was extra adorable, so while I sort of ship them, I also would love for them to just be closer! I would love to see them interact more! 

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: er, anything that infantilizes Kitty, not a fan of that. also while I always headcanoned her as early 20s, since Lolly said she plays her as a teenager (or something along those lines), I headcanon her as 18/19 now. I can’t see her as younger than that tho. 

the position they sleep in: with her hands under her head (have we seen her do that or am I imagining that lol?). also just with like her arms ending up under her. when she was alive, she would often wake up with asleep, or totally numb, arms. 

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: is it cheating to say Poe Party again? 😅 she and Annabel would be total ray-of-sunshine besties! 

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: I love her regular burgundy dress! but I also loved all her fits in her flashback! 

Thank you so much for the ask! 

[ghostssona]

LONG POST!! SORRY AHJSDKDS,, HERES MY 3 BAPYS……. Name: Bjorn Ottoson Date of birth: 772 AD Date of death: 806 AD  Age when they died: 34  Cause of death: Killed in self defence in a raid-gone-wrong for supplies for his village. Died on the grounds of Button House.  What are their thoughts on the ghosts there?

Pat: Bjorn is a funky man, respects Pat a lot and yearns to learn more about his era.

Thomas: He drinks respect women juice, so Thomas is not 100% on his good side - but he’s fine with him overall and enjoys listening to his poems.

Fanny: Like I said, drinks respect women juice. Doesn’t mind the screaming either as he’s a heavy sleeper.

The Captain: Gay mlm / bi mlm solidarity, loves the captain like a brother and appreciates and respects his authority.

Kitty: Loves her like a daughter!!

Robin: Best friends!! Plus Bjorn means bear, imagine the funky convos!!

Mary: Respect . Women . Juice . 

Julian: As soon as Bjorn learns the phrase “you’re on thin fucking ice buddy” he says it to him all the time and that’s that on that.

Humphrey: Carries his head around…loves this funky headless man.

The Plague Ghosts: Doesn’t see them enough to comment on ‘em!!

Jemima (the little girl): Women he respecc, but jemima he protecc.

Do they have any special ghost powers? Nope! If they could be seen by a living human, what would their response be? He’s funky and loveable and he’d want to hug them So Bad What do they look like? Ref coming soon!! Other: - First Viking invasion of England was 793 so he would have been 21 at the time!!  - Big soft dad vibes  - Best friends with Emelia and platonically parents Morgan……… ***

Name: Emelia Langdon  Date of birth: 1888 Date of death: 1911 Age when they died: 23 Cause of death: Died in her sleep from general weakness due to hunger strike and police brutality in Button House. What are their thoughts on the ghosts there?

Pat: She loves pat!! They don’t talk too often but she appreciates him!! 

Thomas: Not really got an opinion on him, but is one to follow him when he’s being overdramatic (i.e stay with him near the lake post episode four)

Fanny: I imagine Fanny would have invited her to stay at Button House while she worked for the WSPU due to living around the same time. Quite close, somewhat forming a mother-daughter relationship.

The Captain: Gay / lesbian solidarity, loves him like a father and is always down to listen to his war ramblings.

Kitty: Like a naïve little sister to her, very protective.

Robin: Fully engaged in his lunar eclipse tradition, appreciates him as the wisest.

Mary: Not much to say about her, nor is she too interactive with her, but they are wlw solidarity and Emelia is genuinely interested in Mary’s stories!

Julian: Refuses to even look at him unless someone is covering his lower half - does come to him on political stuff though!

Humphrey: No opinion formed really.

The Plague Ghosts: ^^

Jemima (the little girl): Akin to Bjorn, very protective of her.

Do they have any special ghost powers? Nope! What do they look like? Ref coming soon!! Can be seen on the 2nd draw the squad meme though!  Other: - Born to a working class family, hates the bourgeoisie. - Cried when she found out about the first female MP (Nancy Astor), especially since that is something she wanted to achieve.  - Scared of falling asleep.  - Also cried when same-sex marriage was legalised w/ captain *** 

Name: Morgan Palmer Date of birth: August 1st 2000 Date of death: 17th March 2017 Age when they died: 16 Cause of death: Drowned in the lake of Button House during a kayaking incident on a weekend school trip.  What are their thoughts on the ghosts there?

Pat: Loves him like a….third dad. Very close due to having that solidarity of dying in team activity incidents.

Thomas: No opinion.

Fanny: Annoyed by her screams and how uptight she is, but Emelia seems to like her a lot so they tolerate her.

The Captain: Fascinated with the wars and was studying it for GCSE, catches up on all the intricate details with him. 

Kitty: Finds her kind of annoying but she’s nice so they like her. Would never utter a bad thing about her to her or anyone else.

Robin: Fights the urge to call him valid all the time. Has a mega soft spot for Robin. 

Mary: Loves her!!! Thinks she’s funny as hell and wants to learn more about her history and period.

Julian: Rightfully think he’s a bastard, but can’t help but find him funny.

Humphrey: Can’t take to him. They want to because he seems nice enough, but has a general distaste of the Tudor era and the romanticism of it (Alison does get them into SIX though,,)

The Plague Ghosts: Doesn’t see enough of them to form a solid opinion, but finds them funny from little interaction.

Jemima (the little girl): Doesn’t see enough of her to form an opinion.

Do they have any special ghost powers? Yes! Nothing set in stone though, but something to do with water since….well, they died a watery death. If they could be seen by a living human, what would their response be? They’d rather not….they’re very closed off so they’d probably skedaddle. What do they look like? Ref coming soon!!  Other: - Nonbinary, goes by they/them pronouns!  - Very very close to Bjorn and Emelia, can usually be found in hugging sessions with them.  - Cries a lot about never being able to fulfil their dream of joining the army. - Has ADHD!

[freddiekluger]

Sorry if I’m asking again: what if Isabelle died in childbirth and Alison and Thomas found out this fact?

no worries! i had to sit with this one for a while to work things out- it's a chonker so strap in:

on the one hand, i want to run with thomas being devastated by this fact but that feels inauthentic- we've seen the way the ghosts react to death before, and it's safe to say they don't view it with the same tragedy and drama as the living (i.e. casually taking bets on whether pat will stay on as he dies painfully in front of a group of children who will likely be scarred for life, julian attempting to murder alison, thomas genuinely proposing she kill herself as an appropriate response to his infatuation (yes i'm aware his situation with alison is more of an obsession than the actual love he had for Isabelle but bear with me))

so the idea of isabelle dying likely wouldn't trouble him too much, even with the added tragedy of dying young. we also know that thomas, as much as we love him, can be pretty narcissistic in the way that he loves (or feels any strong emotion for that matter- "this is MY sighing place!", and of course once again "divorce him, kill yourself, marry me"), and here's where we get two different possible reactions.

there's the thomas who, despite being a 200ish year old ghost, is still struck by the tragedy of isabelle being robbed of a fully and happy life (much like he was). that'd trigger a bit of quiet thomas pining, not like the performative sadness he sometimes puts on, which would be where alison would give him a a bit of space before attempting to sit down with him and provides some comfort. mid platitudes, thomas's mind would probably make the connection between death-in-childbirth and having-francis's-baby to mean that FRANCIS is responsible for isabelle's death, aaand cue rage. this is where alison is relieved he can't actually touch anything, because a thomas who feels like francis has managed to take everything from him again is not someone you want to be within arm's reach of.

i don't know if alison would be able to talk thomas out of this one, because behind the initial anger is the core issue that most of the ghosts seem to struggle with: missed opportunities from when they were alive, and having to come to terms with the fact that the world moves on without them. alison would definitely have all the right words, but once thomas cools off it's more likely that pat will be the one to get through to him because pat has been through it all already (Happy Death Day), and the fact that alison is a beautiful woman (like isabelle) who is ALIVE (unlike isabelle) would just bring up too much bitterness in thomas. him and pat aren't exactly close or anything, but i think in a moment of weakness pat's de-escalation skills and general warm but no nonsense dad demeanour would be helpful for thomas (listening to how he feels but tolerating no bullshit- the other ghosts probably voted for pat to go after him if we're being honest). once thomas calms down, he probably goes back to alison and apologises for any "ungentlemanly conduct", and a still-slightly-concerned alison just gets the details from pat later.

so that's option one, which sort of appeals to the better side of thomas- or at least the side that remembers what it was like to be alive. on the other hand (as i mentioned above), the ghosts seem to be altogether nonchalant about death, and i think the way they often forget what it means to be living (and don't always display much empathy to those who are, e.g. captain and julian being totally willing to frame a builder for stealing and cost him his job, thomas rooting for mike's deposition, almost all of them being down with murder at some point throughout the various episodes) paired with thomas's narcissistic tendencies makes for a far more unsettling, anti climactic response.

alison would likely deliver the news incredibly sensitively, prepared for thomas to take it in usual, dramatic thomas fashion (wailing, storming out, invisible glove thwapping- she's not sure what to expect). instead, after a few moments of silence, thomas pretty much appears to move on. ("well, that's that then. good. i mean not for her, obviously, but, you know...") for thomas, isabelle dying in childbirth means that she didn't have a long and happy life with francis, satisfying his insecurity that maybe francis did right by isabelle when he orchestrated thomas's murder, because francis didn't give her anything more than thomas could have (a point of consistency: in thomas's mind, it being francis's baby = francis being responsible, so really francis did the worst you could possibly do by a woman and killed her)- sort of a bizarre 'if i can't have her, no one can' situation. i'm not saying he'd be happy about it, but i think the isolation from humanity and mortality that being a ghost provides mean he could be quite conflicted about how he's supposed to feel, because part of him can't help but feel satisfied that the living were unable to move on without him (deep down an especially malicious, hurt part of thomas might even suggest that isabelle deserved it for running off with francis, although i doubt he'd ever verbalise that), while the other part of him just feels nothing?? he knows he's supposed to be sad, and alison expects as much from him, but he's just so separated from not only the world of the living, but the world of the living from 200 odd years ago, that anything which doesn't come directly from his memories and the period of his life just doesn't feel real, and since there's no way he can see what happened, he can't really make it. i always think about how much sensation the ghosts actually experience, and how that effects their connection to the living world too, but that's an irrelevant point.

thomas would probably excuse himself to go process all this, and the lack of outward reaction would probably unnerve alison a bit as it's an uncomfortable reminder that the ghosts are GHOSTS, and there's always going to be that barrier between them- they're not quite human anymore, and it's easy to forget that.

there we have it: feel free to pick whichever one you like best, but both bring up some really interesting points about what it means to be a ghost and having to find out bits about your past (send help, i'm now thinking about the captain and havers and where that could go- or even kitty, and whether or not she struggled to adjust to ghost life when it's implied she was heavily neglected in life, so it might not have been that different for her)

keep them coming!