#ghost has vitiligo

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Ghost meets the Mactavishes.

(Spoiler for chapter 9, The Common Tongue of You Loving Me)

(CW for cursing... I think that's it?)

December 17th, 2022

The Mactavish Household

Fort Wiliam

Scottish Highlands

Lieutenant Ghost was no coward. He was not one to run in the face of a fight, on the brink of a war.

Lieutenant Ghost was never scared.

But bloody fuckin' hell, Simon Riley was.

The Mactavish family cottage was much larger than he imagined. Not that he was imagining some little forest home where only his mother lived, definitely not, but the size of this cottage was... astounding. Cottage... probably wasn't even the best word for it.

He wasn't scared! He kept telling himself that as Johnny dragged him up the icy steps, practically bouncing as they wound their way up the path. More of... on edge? Don't- don't tell anyone that, though-

Soap made a show of knocking on the door, rocking back and forth on his heels. His mohawk was hidden beneath one of Ghost's beanies, his throat underneath a scarf and sweater, but his hands were ungloved as he clutched Ghost's.

Simon, on the other hand, was almost as bundled as he could possibly be. His hoodie pulled up, his mask(not the balaclava, but Roach had a black gaiter to spare, bless him), scarves, jackets, gloves, the whole nine yards. Not everything he wore was black, much to Soap's delight. The scarf was a bright yellow! ....but that was about it.

"Johnny-" Simon started nervously, taking a step back as they waited for the door to open.

"Nuh uh, ye fockin' Brit, ye aren't bailin' outta this 'un!" Soap pulled him back as the door unlocked with a click. Ghost's eyes widened in a sudden regret, and the door swung open. He quickly closed them, pretending and wishing that he was anywhere but there.

A lot of things happened at once. A stifled gasp from whoever was in the doorway, a cheer from his Scot, the warmth suddenly missing from the palm of his hand, more excited scottish chattering, and he almost slipped on the ice.

Someone dragged him inside the home, and every muscle in his body screamed against it, but it was every fiber he had to keep going, his eyes still squeezed shut.

There was a lot of indecipherable talking, he found. English, a bit of Gaelic, and whatever crossed in between, he had a headache ready, but he wouldn't dare complain. After all, he had signed up for this.

Literally.

There was a light poke to his side, and Johnny hissed in his ear, "They're tryin' ta say hello, ye eedjit!"

Ashamed, his eyes snapped back open and he offered a hesitant wave. In front of him stood a shorter, plump woman, with mousy brown hair that just barely reached her shoulders. Her face was lined with age, and crow's feet, a tell tale sign that this was indeed Soap's mother. They had the same nose, same eyes, he noted.

Behind her stood a younger, blonde woman, who beamed enthusiastically at him. He tried to reach for a smile, but was extremely worried it came off as more of a grimace. This must've been Darcy. Soap's... oldest.... sister? Younger, but eldest? There was a lot to keep track of on the car ride here. She was married, he knew, her husband at her side, with kids, but they were nowhere to be seen.

Two faces peeked in curiously from a doorway, one a boy, platinum blond, the other a girl, with mousy brown hair like her mother, but cropped very short. They scattered when they realized they had been spotted. Those must have been the twins.

A few seconds had past in awkward silence, before he cleared his throat. "Uh- Hello, I'm-" A look of panic crossed his face. He had rehearsed many things in his head on the way here, but now that the time had come, he didn't actually know how to introduce himself. Would it be Ghost? Riley? Or.... "I'm Simon. It's nice to meet you all-"

He looked to Soap, hoping sincerely that he didn't come off as choked, nervous, or... any of the other emotions he was feeling that he couldn't decipher. But Johnny was grinning like a madman.

The family looked delighted with his measly attempts at conversation, and almost immediately swarmed him. There was no way he'd be able to keep up with their conversations, but he managed to catch a few good words.

The twins admired from afar, unsure of whether to join them or not. Darcy was saying something to Soap, before hugging him. She must've muttered something in his ear, because he burst out laughing and gave him a light shove. She couldn'tve much younger than Johnny.

Her husband tried as much to restrain her, before giving up and retreating to the kitchen.

Simon didn't even know his name.

A few other people joined them in the entryway, but Simon tried to not take as much notice. There was a lot going on. He felt overwhelmed.

"So yer Si? The one tha' my Johnny boy talks abut in his letters all the tiyme?" His mother started, a look in her eyes that he couldn't identify.

His hands broke into a sweat, and he balled them into fists, then out again nervously. "I'd- well, I'd assume so, Ma'am..." Did Soap know any other Simons?

The woman grinned. "Aye, I'll thank ye fer that. He's a bit much, ainnee? Ye seem like a good choice fer 'im!" Her voice was low, soothing, he thought as his face erupted red. "Yer a big boy, can hold yer own." She looked at Soap, for a moment, then back to him. Like she was waiting for approval.

Soap noticed after a few seconds, coming to his rescue.

His hand dipped around Simon's waist, pulling him close to his side. Public affection? What's that?

Johnny watched him closely, thoroughly enjoying how his skin turned even more pink beneath his gaiter as his eyes shot him a look of silent pleading.

Oh shit, he forgot that Ghost doesn't know how to hold a proper conversation. With anyone else, he could've tried, but with Johnny's mother? Forget about it.

"Oh, shite- Ma, this is Simon, Simon this-"

Mother Mactavish cut him off. "Aye, son, we got ourselves past tha' 'un. Do ye have yer things? Ye hungry?" She looked directly at Simon, and Soap realized that his only purpose was to make Ghost more comfortable.

"Er- Our things are in the car, but I thought-"

The conversation continued as Darcy walked up to Soap.

"Scored yerself a proper brit husband, aye?" There was a mischievous grin on her face as she nudged him.

"Fock off, Darcy, we're not tied up-" He protested through the side of his mouth.

"Awh, ye've gone all housewife on us!" She insisted and he kicked her in the boot, leading his mother to trail off in her sentence and glare at them both.

"Darcy, git an' find the twins, dontcha have better ta do than bein' a scunner ta yer brother?" She swatted her away, but Darcy only laughed, greeting Simon warmly before Mother Mactavish shooed her off. "A bairn, still, ah swear- anyways, boys, go git yer bags, dinners almost done an' then ah'll introduce ye to the others."

Simon nodded, and Soap hid his smirk well. The Lieutenant, no, his partner's jaw was almost completely dropped beneath his gaiter. Ghost was very expressive behind his mask, one of the more plausible reasons as to why he wore it. Johnny tugged him back outside to their rental car.

"So- they're a lot, ainee?" Soap half joked, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Simon was quiet for a moment. "They're very... you."

Soap paused. That wasn't what he was expecting.

"In- in a good way! Not... Well, I wasn't expecting- fuck, I don't know- Soap, shut me up-"

Soap kissed him sharply, over the gaiter. Ghost froze, and Johnny almost laughed. "Yer doolally, L.t." He said, completely straightfaced as he opened the trunk of their car where their suitcases lay.

"....what in the bloody fuck-"

"Yer doolally, bit ah loue ye." It was growing harder to contain his laughter with Simon's increasingly confused eyes.

"I don't- please, Johnny, I just want english-"

"Och, English!" He snarked, heaving Simon's suitcase out of the trunk. "Aye think you're crayzee, Simon, but ah- fuck- but aye love yoou." The other case landed with a thump. He went to lift his up, but Simon smacked him away quietly. "Proper gentleman now, are ye?"

"Shut up." Simon was hiding his face beneath his hoodie, but Soap could tell he was a blushing mess beneath it. "Your English is terrible. I almost prefer the gibberish."

A smile broke out across his face as Ghost lifted both suitcases with ease. "Ye prefer the gibberish!? Gibberish?!?"

"I said 'almost.'" Ghost slid a little on the ice and he paused to steady himself. "I do enjoy understandin' you though-"

Soap was still caught up in the fact that the brit called his beautiful language gibberish. "Well- well, yer ma's gibberish!"

Simon stopped at the top of the steps. "My mum's dead, Soap."

"Awh-" There was a moment that Soap genuinely felt bad, but then he saw Ghost's devilish smirking eyes. "Och, fuck ye, ye can't pull the dead mum card and win e'erytime-"

"Yes I can. Get the door for me?" He shifted the weight of their cases, and Soap grumbled to himself, opening the door for him. Simon waited inside, and Johnny looked at him strangely.

"What're ye waitin' on?"

"... I don't know where I'm going."

"Oh, shite, sorry-"

Simon ended up actually meeting Darcy, whom he was right about. Her husband, Nathan, who was Irish. He was shorter than Ghost, with dark auburn hair. He was in the navy, which Soap had grimaced at, but hid it well. He met their three kids, James, their oldest at ten, Thomas, the middle child, (who had just turned six he was informed), and had taken a great interest in Ghost's hoodie, and Blair, their youngest and only girl at the age of three. She wore pig tails, and already had a face smeared in mashed potatoes. He encountered the twins, too, when they weren't sneaking around and they all sat down to dinner. Jordan, the platinum blond, and Rose, the girl with short brown hair. She had odd earrings, he took note of, but didn't comment on it. He was told that there were a few people missing out on dinner, but Soap later told him that they wouldn't show despite Mother Mactavish's pleading.

Ghost may not have been sure of what half the dinner was, but it was better, much better, than anything he could've ever made. Probably some of the best food he's ever had, excuse the One-Four-One's-giving. The dinner was strangely quiet, but he paid no mind. Most likely because everyone was eating, right?

"So-" Jordan, who sat near the end of the table started, and Ghost looked up from his plate, wiping his mouth and tugging the gaiter back down, suddenly extremely self conscious. Soap shot a warning glance, but the older teen waved it off. "You ever killed anyone?"

"Jordie!" Rose lightly smacked him, and Soap's hand cautiously moved over Ghost's thigh. He felt too many eyes on him, but... I mean, they all knew, right?

"I... Have, yes." He cleared his throat nervously. What was the point in lying? They all knew what Johnny did, at least, for the most part. "But only someone who was trying to hurt other people." Or... someones. Many someones.

Jordan nodded, satisfied at his answer. There was something new in the boy's eyes. Approval.

"Why doya wear that thing on yer face?" James asked, gesturing to his mask. "Ye like Spiderman? I like Spiderman, I have a mask too, see?" The boy pulled said mask from his pocket, and put it on, grinning widely at him.

There was something warm in his chest. "Er- I've-" He didn't know how to formulate a proper answer. So he settled on, "Yeah, I like Spiderman."

He looked up from his plate to find everyone watching him. His skin prickled almost uncomfortably, but then James tried to eat something through his mask, and the moment was up.

"The food is very good, Mrs. Mactavish." Ghost said quietly, and the woman at the head of the table beamed at him. She looked like Johnny, but he was still worried.

'Are you okay?' He mouthed, and Simon gave a slight nod.

And dinner continued. And it was delightful.

One by one, they all finished, the children occasionally asking other questions which he answered honestly. There was no use in lying to a child. They didn't deserve that. But he did sometimes water down the truth. Even Soap was grinning by the end of it, until Ghost slipped up and called him by his call sign, to which Rose perked up and asked why he was called that.

"Because he's-" Watered down truth. "Very good at cleaning out houses." Simon settled on, and Johnny buried his face in his hands, ears a bright red.

"Proper housewife." Darcy said with a laugh.

Soap shot a spoonful of mashed potato at her, shouting to "Shut yer trap, Darce, I'll tell em about yer table incident."

Her mouth dropped open, but there was a mischievous glint shared in both their eyes. Before anything else happened, or Ghost could ask what the table incident was, Mrs. Mactavish cleared the room of everyone else pretty quickly.

Ghost took up a kitchen job in washing dishes as muffled, yet playful shouting echoed from the dining room.

A small hand tugged on his sleeve, and he jumped, splashing water all over himself. "Ah, sh-" Oh no, a child. "Shhh-ooot. Dang it."

"Mister Simon, sir-?" Thomas, Darcy's middle child, who he noticed didn't speak during dinner at all, had started anxiously. The boy was wearing a hat, something else he hadnt noticed earlier.

"Hey, kid...?"

"Yknow, ye don't have ta cover yer face 'cus of the spots, yeah?" The little boy looked up at him, and Simon was confused.

"Whaddya mean?"

"The white spots! See-" He took his hat off, revealing a sharp white streak in his hair, along with a few white patches of skin above his brow. "I have it too! An'- an' i dont want ye ta hide it, cus me ma says its cool! And if ah got it, an' you got it- then we're almost twins! B- Both cool!" The boy twisted his fingers nervously, dropping his big eyes down to the floor.

Simon swallowed the lump in his throat, and pulled his hood off his head with shaking hands. "... Thanks, kid."

Simon was on his knees now, his jacket only slightly wet now from the dish water, and the kid grinned open mouthed and reached for his hair. "Twins! Twins!" He cheered.

Thomas reminded him of Joseph, with his brother's name. It was so terribly ironic.

But for once, this was a good thing.

Little hands grabbed the white torch in the center of a wave of light brown, but they were gentle, and Simon laughed.

He didn't see Soap, or Darcy standing in the doorway, or how Mrs. Mactavish tried to peek through then with tears in her eyes. Or how Soap would step away, dragging the two with him so that they could have the moment, with tears he fought to hold of his own.

It was okay. Not finished, not by a long shot, but it would be okay.

And Simon could heal.

And Johnny could heal.

Maybe all Ghost needed was a couple of Scots to help him out. God, Soap will never let him live this down.

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[thepixelagora]

Soap's down bad for this man. Lord help him.

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley Thoughts

Ghost who can not stand cramped spaces.

The first time he had to stow away inside a closet to hide from enemies, he almost had a mental breakdown because he got tons of flashbacks from being buried alive.

Ghost, who, deep down, resents his mother for what his father did to him.

He hates the fact that his mother practically allowed his father to abuse him. That she did nothing to stop him.

Ghost who loves dark chocolate.

He'll sit there during briefings and meetings, just nibbling away on a square of 85% cocoa dark chocolate. Roach has started leaving bars of chocolate in the fridge, plastered with sticky notes saying "for Ghost <3" in a messy scrawl.

Ghost who has two left feet.

Each time his mother tried to teach him how to dance, he would always end up tripping over his feet and crashing into something. The only time he's not fallen over is when he danced with Soap. He was so mesmerised by the feeling of Johnny's arms over his shoulders that he forgot how to fall over

Ghost who has vitiligo.

The patches of pale white on already light skin give him a ghostly appearance. It almost seems that you you see through him if you tried hard enough. Ghost dislikes his vitiligo, but each time Gaz discovers a patch he hadn't seen before or just sees one in general, he presses a soft kiss to the skin.

Ghost who is a bird person.

He will sit there for hours, looking at birds and naming them from memory, not disturbing them because he's just that good a sitting still because he's a sniper. Price has been made to listen to hundreds of talks on birds. Elaborate hand gestures and excited rambling at the speed of light fill the room as Price just watches Ghost and is thankful he's happy.

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CLANGEN: POTATO UPDATE

Clangen has updated! Cat and Sprite Changes: - New sprites for paralyzed, sick/injured, and newborn cats. - Separated vitiligo and points from white patches. It's now possible for a cat to have all three! - New vitiligo patterns: PHANTOM, MOON, and POWDER - New white patch pattern: PETAL - New eye colors: SILVER and BRONZE - New accessories: Nylon Collars (in all colors), and INDIGO and WHITE collars of all types! - New mask-based tortie system! Tortie patches can now be any color/pattern. - New tortie patch patterns: REDTAIL, DELILAH, MINIMALONE, MINIMALTWO, MINIMALTHREE, MINIMALFOUR, OREO, SWOOP, MOTTLED, SIDEMASK, EYEDOT, BANDANA, PACMAN, STREAMSTRIKE, ROBIN, ORIOLE, BRINDLE, and PAIGE. - Rare "Wildcard Torties", which bypass the normal rules for tortie patch color/pattern to allow for wacky combinations. - Smoke pelt colors have been slightly tweaked for consistency. GHOST smoke has been given lighter points. - New separate tint that is applied only to the white patch and point markings. - You can now favorite cats! You can toggle favorite cat indicators on the list and patrol screen. - Pregnancy is now a condition that may prevent cats from patrolling. - EXP limit has been increased, and the EXP levels have been renamed. - Apprentices now graduate based on EXP, rather than age. This can be turned off in settings, if desired. - Cats can now retire any time between 110 - 140 moons. - New prefixes, suffixes, and loner names! - Some prefixes and suffixes are now specific to your biome. - You can now override special rank suffixes for particular cats. - New randomize buttons on the change name screen. - Moved list of possible names to a .json for easier customization in compiled versions. - The code handling relationship events have been rewritten, and new types of relationship events are now possible. Relationship and Moon Events Changes: - New system for accessory moon events, alongside many new accessory events and possible "congratulatory" accessories after a cat gives birth. - There is now more variation in relationship initialization, which allows cats to have more varied relationships with their family. - Lots of new relationship events! - Group relationship events have been added. - Affairs have generally been made more common. - Lots of fun new moon events, including special events for medicine cats and elders with certain skills. Thoughts Overhaul: - Thought code has been reworked to be way more specific. - Cats can now have thoughts based on their status, age, backstory, and even permanent conditions! - This should also have fixed those pesky bugs where cats would think about dead or lost cats as if they were still around. - In light of this update, A TON of new thoughts were added. Other Significant Changes: - New auto-updater! The game will now alert you when a new version is available, and will update without the need to re-download. - New re-designed family page! More family relationships are now shown, and it's easier than ever to browse through a cat's lineage. - Save files are now stored in an OS-specific data directory. You will no longer need to move save files when updating. - Added a button in the settings menu to open the save data location in your file-explorer. - New backgrounds: Shipwreck and Crystal River - Revamped background: Gully - Overlapping cat sprites on the clan page has been reduced. Once two cats are on a single spot, that position is considered "full." - You can now choose the starting season when creating a new clan. - Most backgrounds have unique cat placements. - The appearance of the allegiances page has been changed, and descriptions have been updated to flow better. - On the allegiances page, kits will now be listed with their parent, if they have one. - Lots of new patrol artwork! - New error screen when saves fail to load, which gives more in-depth failure messages. - New custom cursor (it's a little paw!) - Lots of bugfixes and QOL tweaks!

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Face to Face

Prompt: Reader has vitiligo and is insecure about it. Ghost finds it attractive. [Requested by anonymous]

Featuring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: insecurity about vitiligo; past teasing/bullying/disrespect/etc. regarding vitiligo; no reference to genitalia, but reader uses he/him pronouns; besides the skin condition, no reference to the reader's skin color; no smut, but nudity; two dudes who like dudes making jokes about dudes liking dudes

Note: Vitiligo is an autoimmune disorder wherein patches of skin lose pigment. I totally recommend looking it up if you haven't heard of it.

A/N: Brain shit itself, but hopefully this is still enjoyable to y'all.

You could have kicked yourself. All the years of prods and nicknames (especially in the military), polite and impolite inquiries, stares. You had tried sunscreen, makeup, every medicine available to you either at home or in the clinics. Even did some research on phototherapy.

And you could have just worn a fucking balaclava like this bloke from ‘Manchesta’ (with quite the man-chest). No one even looked at him for very long. You figured wearing a goofy costume mask would get eternal ribbing, but no. None at all. Very relieving to you.

The next time you changed bases you started wearing something to hide your face. Balaclava, facial mask, sunglasses. If it was in regs, you wore it. And it felt a bit better. Not that you couldn’t go outside without something, but the looks or stares didn’t bother you.

You coulda kissed Ghost for having such a genius idea.

Then you actually got to know the bastard. God, he was scary. No wonder no one teased him.

You started working with Ghost on base a few weeks after first seeing him, and the two of you were actually on friendly terms. You were one of the few he seemed to like. If it was it a good thing or a bad thing, you weren’t quite sure yet. 

He would sit with you at meals where you got glimpses underneath that mask. Find you during training and start competitions. Playful nudges and shoves in the hall. Ribbing and teasing. It was really nice.

“Have I started a trend?” he teased, plucking at the cloth of his mask.

“You do realize its like ten degrees outside? Not interested in snot-sickles every time I sneeze.”

A rare chuckle. “Tha’s true. Snot-sickles are prob’ly not in the regs.”

“Definitely not. Distracting. Unprofessional.”

A gloved hand landed on your shoulder and gave you a good shake. “I bet you could pull it off though.”

“Oh, you betcha.”

It hadn’t even occurred to you that Ghost had yet to see your face. He’d seen your hands and forearms, and you figured that he knew what vitiligo was and that odds are it was on your face too. You appreciated the balance. He knew which mask jokes were funny and which were uncomfortable, and you two could shoot back and forth.

Finally, after some disgusting obstacle training, you were in the men’s room together, bitching and stripping in a wholly unsexy manner.

“Fuckin’ God,” you gagged, wringing out socks and shoving them in the laundry bag.

“I’d rather get shot in the arse than do that again.” The heavy thunk of boots on the tile. Then he braced himself on the counter and slipped out of his outermost pants. You whistled, and he told you to fuck off.

You went to the showers and decided it would be most efficient to rinse your clothes and gear at the same time as you washed yourself.

Your helmet, the various plastic pads on your joints and limbs, your vest. The slowest, muddiest strip tease. You’d rinse off your shirt a bit, ruck it off and wring it out like a towel and chuck it to the side. Then your pants, your undershirt. 

A quick glance behind you and you could see Ghost continuing to struggle with twigs and leaves stuck in the straps of his tactical vest.

You shucked off your undergarments and a good round of water and body wash got the mud, dirt, and sweat off. It had been a minute since you showered with someone else there in the group shower rather than the little cubbies. But Ghost wasn’t looking. You thought.

He had told himself that he was only staring at your naked ass and back because he was curious about your skin. He thought it was maybe burns or scarring, but it appeared all over your body. They didn’t look painful or raised. They were fascinating. Sexy.

His head snapped back to the front and he yanked off his vest. Was he being a creep? A sneaky glance back to you. You were none the wiser.

If he wasn’t staring at your vitiligo, did that mean he was staring at your ass? Nah, you were his mate. Wanting to touch your skin was because he wanted to see if the depigmented patches were raised, or felt different. He wanted to see if the same pigmentation was on your front. Symmetric or asymmetric. Not because he wanted to see anything in particular on the front of your body.

The water shut off and his head jerked away.

Whilst distracted, he had stripped down to his undershirt and boxers and rinsed off a bit in the sink. 

You wandered back over with a towel wrapped around you and another in your hand, drying your face and head.

“Mate, I had mud in places I didn’t even know I had.”

Ghost chuckled. “Wash behind your ears?”

You tilted your head and showed him. “Yep. With soap even.”

Finally, his eyes fixed on your face. You were in front of a mirror, but you were distracted with brushing your teeth and checking yourself for cuts and bruises. And he wasn’t being a creep. Right? Fuck, he felt like a freak.

To make himself feel better, he tugged off his balaclava and dropped it with the rest of his discarded clothes. A cursory scrub of his face in the sink.

Oh, good, he wasn’t being a freak. Because your eyes kept darting to his face.

“Alright, 50 minutes.” You patted the washing machine. “Time for a fat nap.”

Simon wrapped an arm around your neck and gave it a gentle squeeze. You grabbed at his bicep and turned to look at him. So close, his nose almost brushed the skin of your cheek.

“Harder, sir.”

He almost laughed but kept it in. A quick movement and you found yourself in the hallway as Simon dragged you backwards to his room.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

You went limp and he finally laughed. 

“That won’t save you, pretty boy.”

Goosebumps. A warm rush of blood under the skin of your face. A funny feeling in your stomach. The hair on the back of your neck stood up. You were not excited to decode why you had that reaction to those words.

The officer’s quarters were nicer than the regular ones, with a private room. Small, but private. So (what felt like) a few seconds later you were in Simon’s room. On his bed. On top of the sheets, but still on the bed.

Then he crammed in next to you.

“It’s fine if it’s back to back,” he teased, pressing up against you and ‘got comfortable’, meaning he was rocking around and bumping into you on purpose.

“Yeah, sure. You like having your ass against my ass L.T.?”

“Fuck we supposed to do? Lay dick to dick? Snuggle arse to dick?”

“I’m wearing socks, L.T.” You flipped around and settled your hands over his shoulder blades. “Want a… back rub, sir?”, you said as sensually as you could while trying not to laugh.

Simon craned his neck. “You will turn back around and make our arses kiss or I’m going to break your arms.”

The bed shook with your laughter.

“We have 47 minutes to nap. Hop to.”

“Yes, sir.”

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Posted: 2024 January 7

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NINJAGO HEADCANONS!!!!

since im bored like shit rn here are some ninja hc's i have :)

JAY:

-Likes having his long curly hair more than his short ginger hair

-Left ear piercing

-Snake fangs (from his date w/ Nya during S1)

-Heterochromia (brown and blue)

-Randomly finds white hairs on his head (bc of his prime empire avatar)

-Anxiety and ADHD

-In his early 20's

KAI:

-Red marks around his eyes from holding Chen's staff

-Covered in scars and burns

-Vitiligo on his hands and arms

-3rd tallest

-Aquaphobia (side note but didn't he have aquaphobia in possession and it just like....went away...???)

-Rough palms

-Brown eyes with red hints

-In his mid 20's

ZANE:

-His body temp is always cold

-Glowing eyes

-Gets a LOT of scratches (mostly on his hands)

-Loves bracelets (him and Nya make bracelets together)

-100+ years old

COLE:

-Dry skin (doesn't lotion regularly)

-Dreads ( I STAN BLASIAN COLE)

-The nicest out of the ninja

-Really strong even tho he barley works out (his elemental power enhances his strength)

-Right eye is dark green after being a ghost

-Has the most piercings

-His green eye glows orange while he uses his earth punch

-In his late 20's

LLOYD:

-Teenager (19)

-Pointy ears

-He's naturally has brown hair but he dyed it while he was at darkley's

-Hidden dragon tail and Oni horns (After crystalized he stopped hiding them)

-Sharp fangs from Oni side

-Smooth skin

-Has the least amount of scars

NYA:

-Eyes glow azure after seabound

-Naturally smooth skin

-Hates having long nails so she bites them down

-A lot of scars and scratches

-Has blue water markings on her body

-Sleeps with her hair down

-In her early 20's

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The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist

The first 100

M6 reacting to drummer!MC

When MC's familiar was a gift from Lucio

M6 as cartoon comedy tropes

M6 and Guardians of the Galaxy

M6 opening jars

M6 sneezing

M6 and cinema snacks

M6 uncontrollably laughing

When M6 break something

M6 as wet cats

M6 attachment styles

Wearing M6's clothes

Seeing their plushies

When MC falls asleep weird

When MC has a loud nose

M6's least favorite foods

M6 as funny dogs

When M6 mistake someone else for MC

Reading MC's poetry about them

When MC has a sparrow familiar

M6 with lipstick prints

M6 being chased by a goose

Calling the M6 "babygirl"

When MC has a massive bat familiar

M6 doing the ice bucket challenge

M6's nicknames for their kids

M6 responding to "guess what? I love you!"

M6 when a sheep tries to ram them

When MC has a tiny dragon familiar

When MC doesn't know their limits

When MC's familiar wants M6's attention too

When MC is on anesthetic

When MC has a lion familiar

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

When MC has a sheep familiar

Trading familiars with the M6

When MC has a thick accent

M6 getting sunburnt

When M6's kid uses MC's nickname for them

MC with a horse familiar

"Excuse me, they asked for NO pickles!"

When MC makes a "deez nuts" joke

M6 as soda brands

MC dragging the M6 mushroom hunting

When a kid shares TMI with the M6

When MC briefly becomes a lobster

M6's sleeping positions

M6's vacation impulse buys

When MC cracks their joints

When MC gets hyper before bed

MC with nocturnal cleaning habits

M6 as socks

MC giving M6 one of their inventions

MC baking for M6

M6 sitting habits

When MC is scared of goats

When MC and M6 have close birthdays

When MC and M6 speak different languages

When MC is allergic to M6's familiars

M6 bathing their familiars

M6 finding out that MC is Lucio's younger sibling

When MC gets migraines

M6 with an MC with vitiligo

When MC faints on a hot day

When the familiars become human for a day

When MC looks scary but is a sweetheart

M6 with a blind MC

M6 with a fainting MC

M6 with a sleepy MC who can’t sleep

M6 body swap

When MC sunburns easily

M6 when MC gets lost in a library

When MC gets drunk and vibes in the rain

When MC imitates the M6’s familiars

When MC collects vacuums

When MC is always prepared

M6 when MC narrates their life like a documentary

With a plague beetle familiar

M6 and more quotes

When MC moves a lot in their sleep

M6 in hot weather

M6 on “Candy or Not”

M6 being their child’s first word

When MC asks for a lawyer

M6 go ghost hunting

LOTR marathon with M6

When MC doesn’t listen to M6’s warning

When MC holds onto M6 in their sleep

M6 in a horror movie

When MC likes to climb trees

M6 celebrating Halloween

M6 with an “act now, think later” MC

When MC has selective mutism

M6 using canes

MC picking up M6's habits

M6 helping MC with their "childish" fears

MC asking for a kiss after a bad day

When MC is great with kids

M6 playing Among Us

[lemonwrap]

If Ghost was a cat I think he’d be a black cat that has vitiligo and slowly turns into a white cat

[dysaniadisorder]

welcome to about a billion tma drawings i did and did not finish or post i think

[ID: 1. A half finished line drawing of Sasha James, she's wearing a hijab and has one hand in her pocket while carrying a tape recorder, and laughing to herself. 2. A half finished line reference drawing of Tim and Sasha. Tim is short and is wearing a skirt and Sasha is tall and has a cane. 3. An unfinished drawing of Jon and Martin in the same position as 'The Kiss' by Gustav Klimt. 4. A colored drawing of Michael Shelley as a human. He has reddish brown hair and is wearing a colorful sweater. 5. A line drawing of Jon and Martin, both of them wearing cute dresses. Martin is sitting on the ground and Jon is standing over him, and they're holding hands. 6. A bust sketch of Georgie, who has freckles, glasses, and an afro, and is casually holding the Admiral in her arms while he screams. 7. Some doodles of Oliver Banks, one showing him before the apocalypse, and the rest after. He has long locs and piercings, and after the apocalypse he's wearing a beach outfit and has black tendrils lining his skin. it show's him watering the roots on the ground, and him spotting Jon and Martin in his domain and calling 'Archivist!' out to Jon. 8. A fully rendered drawing of Georgie and Melanie in season 4. Georgie has vitiligo and her hair in a large ponytail, and is wearing a long sleeved what the ghost shirt, holding the Admiral, a calico cat, in her arms. Melanie is next to her, and she's shorter, has black hair with faded blue dye, freckles, and many piercings including knife earrings. She's wearing a what the ghost tank top over a sweater, and has her seeing cane in one hand. 9. An unfinished drawing of Archivist Sasha. She has a pained, desperate smile with one hand over half her face. She doesn't have glasses, and the other visible part of her face has many eyes. 10. An unfinished drawing of Jon and Martin. Martin is laying on the ground and Jon is sitting down, leaning on him. Jon doesn't have eyes and has a scar in the middle of their chest, and is trying to crochet something. 11. A colored drawing of Jon, laying on the ground sleepily. They have entirely gray hair and are laying opposite a three legged calico cat also sleeping, who they have one hand on. 12. An unfinished drawing of Melanie without eyes, knees deep wading in a creek. 13. A doodle of Basira reading a statement, she starts with; "I know how it sounds, but murder club wasn't supposed to be like this." There's a smaller doodle of her looking confused. Next to that is a doodle of Gerry Delano looking annoyed, and they have a speech bubble with the Jurgen Lietner copypasta pasted over it. end ID]

[octopiys]

Random hcs that I've written into my cod stories lol enjoy

Ghost has vitiligo

Rodolfo knows french

Ghost, Soap, and Roach have tiny tattoos on their wrists of their callsigns

Roach can cook very well

Ghost is not allowed in the kitchen under any circumstance

Gaz shipped GhostSoap since they met

Gaz and Farah are unbeatable at poker

Soap collects little trinkets like a crow

Roach is so protective of König its not even funny

Soap and Gaz both fear heights

Soap also has a fear of elevators and dogs

Ghost doesn't have a driver's license, and Roach makes fun of him for it

Rodolfo and Ghost have both made weed brownies before

No one will admit that they were actually pretty good

Don't challenge Ghost in a snowball fight. You will die.

Soap's family loves Ghost to bits. He doesn't understand why.

Gaz often has pretty bad nightmares about the events in Chicago. König and Roach are always there to comfort him.

That being said, Roach duct taped Gaz to the ceiling once

It was because he superglued antennas onto Roach's helmet.

König taught himself German sign language on accident

Laswell, her wife, Price, and Nikolai spend the holidays together

Rodolfo has a 'tramp stamp'

Alejandro loves it

Rodolfo also rescues stray cats.

Laswell named one cowboy

Ghost and Rodolfo have a few matching scars

Price has been trying to quit smoking without telling anyone

Laswell approves, has been trying to do the same

[thruflames]

hes rawking

buy me a coffee :)

[midnight-moth]

Just some thoughts about the convos I’ve seen floating around about giving credit for ideas and HCs in fandom content.

I know I’ve read things that felt familiar - by familiar I mean they felt very similar or the same to what I’ve written. But at the same time, unless one was the first person to write Ghost fanfiction, isn’t it all derivative to some degree.

This isn’t a criticism against people who want to be credited for their HCs and ideas. I’m just saying that I believe people pick things up subconsciously. I’m sure I did.

My HC for Dew is that he’s a hybrid and he has heterochromia for example. Long after I started writing that, I came across other people who HC’d him the same way. People who I’ve never crossed paths with that came to that on their own. I didn’t steal from them and they didn’t steal from me. There are only so many conclusions you can make about how he ended up being water and then fire.

I feel like a lot of Phantom HCs are very similar. Especially his appearance. And I don’t know where it started. Who came up with the HC that he has vitiligo/scars/white lock of hair?

Genuinely curious about this one. I drew him that way mid June. But he appeared end of May. (No im not saying I came up with these HCs, I don’t know who did) I HC him as blind, both eyes with cataracts but some people HC him with one. Or none. I’m so curious about what sparked the idea. Was it just the name? It was insane how quickly everyone came up with so many HCs for him. (But not Aurora which is another matter).

My ghouls (Kilonova mostly) speak diff languages. Dew speaks Latin, Rain speaks German, Ifrit is a polyglot. I know other people have language HCs too but I don’t think they copied me at all or even read it.

I just think it’s kind of a precarious situation. Of course, if you knowingly are influenced by something or someone and then knowingly add their ideas to your fic, you should give credit.

Again this is so not meant to criticize anyone who’s felt plagiarized.

It’s more like where is the line I guess. I can personally say I’ve read things that made me scratch my head a little. But I’m sure someone has read mine and felt the same. I just think we need to be careful tossing around those types of accusations.

[bingoboingobongo]

this is specific so feel free to not do this but maybe some hcs of the 141 + Alejandro with a s/o who has vitiligo? I love your writing sm but dont feel pressured to do this one <3

task force 141 + s/o with vitiligo

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: none

A/N: tbh if it weren't for this ask i would have probably never realized i was pronouncing vitiligo wrong so thanks tumblr user spookirain

simon "ghost" riley:

okay so honestly i doubt that ghost would be fazed or even really care about the fact that you have vitiligo

i mean it might have caught his eye the first time he saw you but it wasn't in a bad way or anything

he just thought it was interesting and made you stand out

so tbh you having vitiligo really doesn't affect your relationship at all really

i mean skin color really plays no part in ghost's preferences, because he's really just never been a looks kinda guy

he really doesn't make any comments on it unless you do

and so, in the best way possible bc ik this sounds kinda bad, he doesn't really hype you up or spend a lot of time complimenting you about it out of the blue

i mean again it's really like not a big deal to him so he just doesn't see the point

it's like complimenting someone on their height or their skin color

it's not like they had a choice or can change it so he doesn't feel the need to compliment them about it

that being said if you are feeling insecure about it he'll reassure you and make sure you understand that he loves you no matter what you look like

also if you wear makeup he'll definitely help you apply it, especially if it's in a tricky spot

john "soap" mactavish:

alright so no offense to soap but he doesn't exactly have the same tact or class as ghost

when he saw you, the first thing he notices was your skin and that it looked really cool and interesting

immediately went over to you to let you know too

he thinks it's super interesting that you have vitiligo and it's one of his favorite parts about you

he likes to admire your skin/body and try and find cool shapes or patterns in your skin

he'd also definitely try to draw a face on your patches if he finds one that has a good head shape so watch out

if you're insecure about it i can totally see him being quick to reassure you with a harmless joke or something like that

especially if you joke about it a lot yourself and he knows your boundaries about it

soap is also kinda impatient so if you're out in public and someone's repeatedly questioning/harassing you about it he's very quick to tell them off

sorry but he has better things to do than sit around while some stranger interrogates his s/o

kyle "gaz" garrick:

okay so like soap kyle is definitely more vocal about your vitiligo and how much he likes it

it was probably one of the first things he noticed about you, and that plus your personality had him falling pretty fast

one of his favorite things to do is to trace along your patches with his fingers

whether it's when he's holding your hands at a restaurant or when you're laying on his chest at home in bed

it's one of those mindless activities he can do when he's bored or restless in order to get him to relax

if you're insecure about it he's always quick to give you a tight hug or squeeze your hands and reassure you that it's not a bad thing

that being said he gets that sometimes it can be hard looking a different way and so if you need to rant to him than he's more than happy to listen

as long as you know that in the end he absolutely adores you and your vitiligo

john price:

okay so like ghost price doesn't really place a lot of emphasis on your vitiligo

don't get him wrong he definitely loves it and thinks it's beautiful

but even if you didn't have it he would still love you the same (although he's glad you do have it because it makes you unique)

that being said he tries not to make a big deal out of it because he doesn't want to seem weird or anything like that

so he'll usually compliment it very subtly and maybe not as often

something like "your skin looks great today, love" or "is that a new patch? it looks good on you"

one of his favorite things to do is try and spot where new patches/macules show up before you do

and he's honestly pretty good at it

let's be real he knows your body really well and so he's good at noticing new things

alejandro vargas:

alright so if anyone's a supporter of your vitiligo it's gonna be alejandro

he just loves the way it makes you look one of a kind

ofc he always tells you that there's no one else like you

and he's definitely a romantic so expect a lot of verbal praise and stuff from him

"i'll never find anyone like you"

"you look like you made for me"

"you're the only person i'll love as much as you"

stuff like that

even though he's already pretty liberal with his compliments, get ready for them to increase a lot more if you ever show that you're insecure about your skin

he definitely has a great way with words and knows exactly how to make you feel better

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

okay so like pretty much everyone else rudy really loves your vitiligo

it was definitely the first thing that caught his eye and made him want to approach you, and once he finally mustered the courage to do so he was very fast to compliment your vitiligo

like alejandro he's very vocal about his love for you and your skin

although he doesn't exactly have the same way with words that alejandro does

but he's still able to get his message across just fine

his message being that you're beautiful, you're perfect, etc.

like gaz (i think) he really likes tracing along your patches when he's falling asleep or just whenever he's bored

he also asks you to tell him whenever a new one pops up so he can trace that one too

his goal is to trace every single one

if you're ever insecure about it he'll be quick to reassure you (probably while tracing your patches because it helps him think straighter)

[nyanjagorn]

thing i found in my drafts.....

hollyleaf dies in the tunnels, but manages to get out as a ghost + gets reborn as dovewing because holly did get the prophecy’s power but needs to be alive for it to work. so dove has her powers too. she is born looking pretty much exactly like holly, but while the prophecy is fulfilled her vitiligo kicks in. a bunch of moons later she’s almost entirely white with black spots still shimmering through. it’s a symbol for her growth and her becoming her own person... even if a little of the black will always stay. she still did get holly’s powers after all.