#hannahson

[brotherbandarchive]

His self-control at that moment, Stig decided, was the stuff of heroic poetry.

[thegrimgrinningorganist-archives]

((ooc: My ships.))

Zeke x Hannhson

Taddy x Ghost Host

Phantom x Constance

Ezra x Phineas

Dalbert x Taddy-Bot

Hatbox Ghost x Beating Heart Bride

[askthebrokenones-fm]

//Hey if we rp again? I wanna practice rping as I delete lots of non-HM posts and keep rp posts and HM posts. Also wanna draw ya something super that I saw on Instagram. Another thing for Hannhson's height: When it comes to small people she's taller than them but if taller people she's short. Sorry for long off topic there. Lol.

Hannhson was busying tending to her dead butterfly bush that died so many years for butterflies to come to the bush having plant dirt, seeds, and water to keep them strong and healthy, "There! Hopefully no one will destory you or set you ablaze from long ago!" Hannhson grinned.Then she heard a giggle from beside her she saw Sinclair," Yes?" She blinked her ghostly green eyes at him she saw him pointing his finger at her.

"What are you doing?" She holded her arms but she realized he started to make fun of her height, "Yes... I'm short!Ezra does the same thing but does it more annoyingly I once turned him into an chair!" She told him glaring at him. "Stop that plz!" She hissed flashing her cat at him but Sinclair continue to make fun of her height.

Then she saw Engore appear, "Please take care of you're clone of Ezra plz!" She frowned.

Sinclair stopped at that, stuttering, "I-! I really don't get why you guys say I'm a clone of Ezra, you'd be more correct if you compared your Ezra to ours-"

Egore sighed, folding his arms behind himself and approaching, "'M not in charge o' Sinclair's habits, Hannhson." He looked up at Sinclair, "Really tho', Sinclair..."

[twofoursixohjuan]

Stefan: Alright, let's get personal. What's the hardest thing for you to say?

Jesper: I'm sorry.

Hal: I need help.

Lydia: I was wrong.

Stig: Worcestershire sauce.

[asktheghosthost]

BEAU!TODAY IS HANNAHSON BIRTHDAY SHE'S 31 YEARS OLD!

"HAPPY BOO-LATED BIRTHDAY!"

[asktheredheadedfeline]

Leota rolls past the hitchhikers

One of the Hitchhikers heard a noise coming past them which was Phineas. Ezra... GOD who knows what he was doing probably pranking a spirit, pranking a foolish mortal, or messing with Hannahson to press her buttons but Gus usually being seen with Phineas saw Madame Leota coming torwards them,"Hello, Madam Letoa!" Phineas wave.

[asktheghosthost]

((Can we do a Christmas rp?It's Dec.))

It was the Christmas hoilday at the Gracey Manor but not Christmas yet but Dorian would sometimes get caught peeking in his gifts but get boop on the head by Beau by they letter.The letter was from their new friend that lived in the Dreamscape-Hannhson.Dorian opened it read: 'DEAR DORIAN... THANK YOU AND BEAU ALONG WITH THE OTHER GHOSTS GETTING RID OF THE PARASITE OFF ME THE APPEARNCE OF THE PARASITE ARE STARTING TO HEAL AWAY BUT ANYWAYS LET'S GET BACK ON TRACK.I WAS WONDERING IF ME, WRAITH, REGGIE, AND BEAU-CAT COULD COME OVER FOR THE CHRISTMAS PARTY YOUR THROWING REGGIE TOLD ME!I MADE LOTS OF GOODIES FOR THE PARTY I EVEN MADE MINT DRINKS I'M NOT A MINT PERSON SO YOU CAN HAVE THEM!'

Dorian kept reading the letter.'I MADE GIFTS FOR EVERYONE EVEN YOU BOTH TOO ME AND BEAU-CAT MADE IT I HOPE YOU BOTH LIKE IT WE BOTH WORKED HARD ON THEM!-Hannhson Timewell'

Beau read the letter too and realize she was kinda like him: Beau himself who got possessed by the one-cat having a scar on his face and Hannhson herself pulling away from the parasite but the affects the parasite did to her we're still on her but the parasite itself left. But what blew Ghost Host's mind why did she live in the Dreamscape and not the real world?He had to find out from her so he decided to go them to bring them back to the real world.

Dorian grimaced. "Hannahson, I happily welcome, but the others..." He tapped the paper on his palm and bit his lip.

Beau sighed. "It *is* the holidays," he grumbled. "For whatever reason, she wants to give them a chance. I suppose we can oblige..."

"Right." Dorian straightened up. "But we are establishing ground rules. If any of them even attempt to cause a problem--"

"They're gone."

"Yes. Now go forth and fetch them, and I shall continue my holly jolly duties here." Dorian poured himself a glass of eggnog.

Shaking his head, Beau headed to the library for a nap and what was hopefully a round trip ticket to the astral plane.

***

"Y'ellow? Miss Timewell?" Beau called out as he made his way through the foggy dreamscape.