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[ahsoka-its-all-of-us]

What's some head canons you have on Zeb's and Kanan's friendship? *taking notes* 👀<3

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Kanan and Zeb occasionally tried sparring together, but it's always an unfair fight; Kanan can easily overpower Zeb with the Force, but if they agree to fight without he isn't even close to being a match to a warrior as strong and skilled as Zeb.

They butt heads occasionally, but can usually quickly sort it out again; neither of them is good at holding grudges against the other.

Sometimes, when they're mad at each other for no good reason (this happens when you're stuck on a ship together most of the time), they'll just go and get drunk together. Without fail, by the end of the night they're good again.

Kanan left the matchmaking up to Hera, but he was pro-Kalluzeb from the moment he realised Zeb had feelings for the former Imperial. He could sense the depth of their connection, and it's beautiful to him.

They like playing sabacc together, even though neither of them is particularly good at it.

Despite Zeb being over ten years older, they treat each other like brothers and consider each other their closest friend.

When Kanan senses that Zeb is feeling down, he'll try to give him a little more physical contact, knowing how important that is to his friend.

[the-bafflement-of-scotland-yard]

Hello tell me about your favourite ship(s) sleeping habits ❤️

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When sleeping alone Dinah often wears curlers. When C.B. first starts sleeping over she doesn’t, of course, which means that she has to take more time to do her hair in the morning. Eventually C.B. tells her to just wear them anyway, he’ll still think she’s sexy. He’s not a fan of her sleeping with curlers because it makes nuzzling her neck less fun though, and Dinah likes it when he does that, so she probably ends up wearing them only every once in a while.

In the beginning of their relationship C.B. almost exclusively spoons Dee; later they switch more, or sleep embracing.

Especially for lil Cee cuddling is extremely important and he will just press himself into Dee as if wanting to morph into her. It’s not a space thing, he’ll do it no matter how big their bed is; he just craves the contact. He loves sleeping with her on top of him, as a perfect weighted blanket.

Dinah likes having a warm, soft, comfortable bed, C.B. doesn’t really care about that, he just as easily sleeps on the ground. Under her influence he does start to appreciate softness a bit more, and sometimes she’ll find him having made a nest with every blanket and pillow he could find, completely disappearing in it.

Dinah is the kind of person who can fall asleep as soon as she smells her pillow, while C.B. is a terrible insomniac. She needs a lot more sleep than he does, and she always has to be the one to pull him to bed (though she can easily get him there by proposing some other activity in it first 😏)

Neither of them likes sleeping alone, though C.B. had to get used to staying until she wakes too instead of sneaking away in the early morning.

And also some spagratti since my brain has been rotting for them too lately

When sleeping alone, Rat will sprawl out on the bed like a starfish, while Electra sleeps on their side. Sleeping together Electra often uses him as a pillow. Usually their noodly limbs get everywhere during the night, entangling them.

Electra is very fussy about which side of the bed they sleep. Rat doesn’t care in the slightest, but sometimes he’ll lie down on Electra’s side for the sole purpose of pissing them off.

Rat snores.

Electra has various fancy lingerie and silk sleeping sets. Rat always sleeps naked.

They are both terrible at getting out of bed in the morning. If it weren’t for the Components they would probably often just spend the entire day in bed, completely ignoring whatever duties they have that day.

Electra is usually the one who has to pull Rat to bed at night because he often gets caught up in tinkering with his radio collection. On the other hand Rat is lazy and once he has lay down after a day of work it’s almost impossible to get him standing again.

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[daily-spooky]

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[14dayswithyou]

I'm going to be a little evil :3c /silly

*I have stolen all of their headwear, leaving only FROGGY HAT in his closet.*

"Boy it sure is chilly today. Don't forget to wear a scarf and a hat when you come pick me up, okay [REDACTED]?"

✦゜ANSWERED: I believe in froggy hat [REDACTED] supremacy 🖤🐸

He knew. Of course he knew. [REDACTED]'s security system alerted him the second you stepped foot into his apartment, and it took the dark-haired hacker almost all of his willpower not to rush home and see you. But alas, he had other matters to attend to and messes to clean up here. Things he couldn't risk putting on hold, lest he pay the consequences for them later.

So, [REDACTED] settles for watching you through his cracked phone screen as you try to sneak your way around his apartment. They didn't really understand why you felt the need to be so secretive; you knew your boyfriend would be out for the day, you had his spare keycard and access to the entire 14th floor, and [REDACTED] had made it explicitly clear early on in the relationship that everything he owned was yours completely. Nothing was off limits to you, and that included every inch of his living space.

...And even himself.

Curiously, they watch with keen interest as you quietly slide the door to his walk-in closet open and take in your surroundings once more — making sure that you really were alone in his dimly-lit bedroom. But barely a moment passes before you stride in with a newfound purpose, unzip your backpack, and begin to stash all of his caps and beanies inside.

Well, alright then. If you decided he no longer needed those items, then so be it. He was never one to deny you anything.

But in retrospect, you were honestly doing [REDACTED] a favour. He genuinely didn't really need those items in his possession anymore — especially considering how he had no real reason to conceal his identity from you after all these years of being together.

He could never forget about that pivoted moment in time when you opened up to your beloved hacker about his rather... intense need to watch over you 24/7. And after you had scolded him multiple times for stalking you from darkened corners and alleyways outside your apartment complex, [REDACTED] had all but tried to change his ways. To better themselves for you.

After all, you deserved nothing less.

Glancing back at his phone once more, [REDACTED] takes in every little movement you make as you continue to tuck away his belongings; down to the turn of your head and the flex in your muscles. Not a single twitch or glance goes unnoticed under his watchful gaze — and had the dark-haired man not been so enraptured by your ministrations — he surely would've noticed that it was just about time for him to start packing his tools up and head home.

Home, in time for the date you had planned for the evening.

But the way you purposefully moved around his closet had [REDACTED] in a trance. You were extremely methodical about the things you were swiping from his shelves; neatly packing away all of the headgear, earmuffs, and scarves on display (and even the ones hidden within the depths of his drawers!). Yet... One single item remained in the aftermath of your wake.

Atop one of the lone shelves in the corner, it sits, isolated from the rest of its kind. Worn out yet well loved; it was no more than a novelty item your boyfriend had originally won for you from a crane game. But even after their constant insistence that you should keep it, you rebutted it all by saying it'd look better on him instead — all while pushing the cute, froggy hat back into his hands with a teasing smile.

("If you keep bleaching your hair like that," his real name falls from your lips like sweet nectar, "All of your hair will fall out. When that happens, you can use this to keep your bald head warm!"

"...When that happens? Hmph. You're gettin' cheeky." With a smile of his own, your boyfriend reaches out to gently pinch your cheek. "I haven't touched m'hair in ages.")

So after watching you be so meticulous with the items you were "robbing", the hacker couldn't help but wonder what your main motive was. Why leave that silly, little frog hat alone unless... Did you want him to wear it? You knew [REDACTED] would never say no to you — let alone to a frivolous request — but admittedly, they did find it rather endearing to watch you put in all that effort just for him.

Just like how he used to be... Back before you opened the curtains of his life and brought sunshine into his heart.

Gone are the days of "Ren", when [REDACTED] had to snoop around your apartment just to get any sort of inclination of what your type and interests might be. No longer did [REDACTED] have to "borrow" some of your old clothing to keep himself company on lonely nights; to put them over his pillow and pretend like it was you he was holding close to his chest. He no longer had to steal your presents and tokens out of spite and jealousy — only to return them days later once they noticed how upset it made you.

Too caught up in reminiscing about the past, [REDACTED] had almost missed your swift getaway from his bedroom. Living up to your nickname, you glide down the staircase and across his foyer as if you sprouted angel wings on your back and stroll into the elevator, before closing the door and pulling out your phone.

And just like clockwork, [REDACTED]'s camera feed gets replaced by the bright red and green call buttons that shake and taunt him at the bottom of the screen — alongside the personalised caller photo of you smiling towards the sunset ocean with [REDACTED]'s jacket atop your shoulders. The dark-haired man leaves no room for pause before he's swiping his finger across the screen and eagerly anticipating the sound of your voice.

You greet him in that casual, nonchalant tone of yours, and [REDACTED] had to resist the urge to start recording the call — to save the addictive timbre of your voice for when he needs to hear it the most.

"Man... It sure is chilly today, don't you think?"

There's the familiar sound of tacky elevator music playing in the background, and part of [REDACTED] thinks you're purposefully calling him right now to let him in on your (not so) secret escapades... To let them know where you are.

Or perhaps you were already aware that he knows, if the way you were glancing up at the elevator camera was anything to go by.

Regardless, you don't give away any other telling signs as your beloved hacker watches you through the camera. Your bag is still carefully slung over a shoulder, while one of his old, black university caps received the pleasure of being fiddled with in your hand. Your voice returns once more, and it causes a grin to form on his lips.

"Don't forget to wear a scarf and a hat when you come pick me up, okay?"

There's a newfound teasing lilt in your tone, which has [REDACTED] latching on to your every word with bated breath and scrambling for a reply.

"'Course. Wouldn't miss our date for the world. 'N make sure y'stay warm too, angel." Without missing a beat, he easily takes his place in your little game. "Wouldn't wanna misplace your jacket 'n get cold now, would we?"

Your pixelated smile on the screen gives everything away.

You hear the unmistakable sound of [REDACTED]'s sports motorbike before you see it; watching the corner of your street as he appears from the darkness like a phantom.

And like the gentleman that he is, [REDACTED] doesn't make you stray far from the safety of the streetlamp either. The moment your boyfriend pulls up in front of you, one of his large hands reaches around your waist to draw you near (almost as if he'd gone years without being in your presence), while the other makes quick work of the latch of his helmet. In one swift motion, he pulls it off and rests it against the tank—

Only to reveal that cute, pastel green frog hat sitting atop his head.

He can't help but smile when you do; clearly pleased that he went through with your silly request. At that, you let out a low hum of appreciation as you lean against your boyfriend's chest, and [REDACTED] returns the favour by bending down and pressing a chaste kiss against the crown of your head as well.

"...Think y'could give this unworthy prince another kiss, love?" Your beloved boyfriend leans in closer until your lips are millimetres away from touching, "Otherwise I might stay cursed t'live in this froggy form forever."

[chapel-of-rizztual]

hi please feel free to ignore this but ive been having a rough time and would adore some regressor phantom hurt/comfort. maybe little guy bends too far on stage and hurts himself or something, idk just so long as their comfort ❤️

He was so desperate to impress Dew that when Dew has pointed the floor, expecting him to drop to his knees before him, he had done, no questions asked. The problem was it was outdoor venue. And it was raining. Just as he was bending backwards to get his head to hit the floor behind him, his knee slipped, causing his back to jolt. 

 Immediately he felt pain spark all the way up his spine and down to the bottom of his back. He let out a whine, hoping Dew didn’t hear him, and he gently bent himself back up into a upright position. More pain bloomed under his skin as he did, he felt it wrap around his spine and constrict. 

He played as usual, not wanting anyone to guess something was wrong. The pain was bad, each step he took make it worse. By the end of the show he’s limping, his head is spinning with the fuzzy feeling he gets when he feels small. During final bows he’s next to Rain, and he squeezes the water ghouls hand tightly, feeling like he’ll topple over if he doesn’t. Rain gives him a look, even under his mask Phantom can feel it, it’s like Rain knows. 

He lets Rain pull him off stage, whimpering as soon as they’re hidden backstage, feeling tears fall down his cheek behind his mask. 

“H-hurts, Rainy. Hurts.”

Rain pulls him into his dressing room, shutting the door behind him. 

“I know, baby. I saw what happened.” 

He undoes Phantom’s helmet, pulling off his head, cooing as he does. 

“Oh, there’s no need to tears, babyboy.”

Phantom sniffles, a new batch of tears flowing down his cheeks. 

“Hurts so badly, Rainy. I don’t-I can’t-“ 

He’s cut off by a sob wracking thought him. 

“Please help me. Make the hurt stop.” His bottom lip wobbles. 

Rain brushes the tears on his cheeks away with his thumb, rubbing gentle circles on his cheek. 

“I’ve got you, baby. Gunna look after you, make you feel better.” 

Rain very carefully peels Phantom’s shirt off. Phantom whimpers the whole time, his eyes screwing shut as he sobs out again. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, darling. But we have to get it off to help you.” 

Phantom whimpers again, his eyes still screwed shut, shaking his head. 

Rain coos at him again, finally pulling shirt off him, 

“Being so good for me, baby. So brave for me.” 

Phantom perks up a little at the praise, letting out a little chirp at the praise. 

Before any of them can say anything, the dressing room door opens and Dew walks in. He’s changed from his stage uniform, wearing black sweatpants and no shirt, his hair down from its braid, the black stage makeup still smudged around his eyes and mouth. 

“How bad is it? I saw his leg slip, it can’t be good, right?” 

“I don’t think it’s that bad.” Rain rubs at Phantom’s belly in a confronting way. “I think he’s just pulled a muscle, I don’t think there’s any bruising or swelling.” 

Dew checks over Phantom’s back, humming in agreement with Rain. 

“No swelling or bruising.” He presses carefully at a couple of different spots on Phantom’s back, making him hiss out at one particular spot at the bottom of his spine. “Hurts there, little one?” 

Phantom nods, pouting at Dew with wet eyes. 

“Hurts, Dewy.” 

Dew pouts back at him. 

“I bet, sweetheart.” He ruffles Phantom’s hair. “Do you want me and Rainy to make it better?” Phantom nods, still pouting, but the tears have slowed. Dew presses a little kiss to the bottom of his back. “Come lie down on the sofa with us, baby.”  Rain manoeuvres Phantom so he's led in between Himself and Dew, his back to Dew. Phantom buries his face in Rains neck, still whimpering slightly. Phantom let’s out a small gasp feeling Dew get increasingly more warm behind him, making both ghouls giggle at him. “You like that, little one?” Dew noses at his shoulders, his hand wiggling between Phantom and Rains belly’s to rub at Phantom's. 

Phantom gives a little wiggle and a chirp. 

“Feels nice. Warm.” 

Rain presses a kiss to the top of his head, intwining his hand with Dew’s other hand, taking one of Phantom's in his other. 

“Dewy making you feel better?” 

Phantom hums, snuggling him deeper into both of them. 

“We’ve got some time before we have to be on the bus, why don’t have a nap, baby? We’ll wake you up when it’s time to go.” Dew presses a kiss to the back of his head. 

Phantom fidgets a little, letting out another little whine. 

“Tail?” 

Rain huff a laugh, bringing the spade of his tail up to Phantom’s lips. Phantom parts his lips, accepting Rain’s in his mouth, sucking gently at the spade. 

Dew let’s out a little giggle at him. 

“That better?”

Phantom nods, his eyes finally slipping closed. 

Somehow the other two end up falling asleep, the rhythmic breathing of Phantom slowly pulling them onto a peaceful sleep. 

That’s how Copia finds them, tangled up on the dressing sofa, fast asleep. They’d been waiting on the bus for them for an hour before he set off looking for them, hoping and praying that they hadn’t left the venue on their own. 

He runs a hand through Phantom’s hair, watching as the small ghoul twitches in his sleep, his eyes slowly fluttering open. 

“Hi there, little one.” Phantom blinks bleary eyed at him, sucking on the tail that’s still in his mouth. 

Copia runs a finger down his cheek.

“What’ve you got there?” 

Phantom's eyes flicker to Rain. 

“Oh, you’ve got Rainy’s tail?” 

Phantom gives a small squeak and nod, sucking a little harder on the tail. Copia smiles sweetly down at him. 

“Yeah? That’s nice of him, hmm?” 

Phantom nods again, feeling a little more awake now. 

“Do you think you three could continue your cuddle pile on the bus? We’ve been looking for you all.” 

He tickles under Phantom's chin, making the small ghoul squeal and squirm. 

The other two wake up at the noise and motion and grin sheepishly up at Copia, hoping the man won’t be too mad at them for making them a little behind schedule. He’s not, he would never be, especially the sight of them all cuddled up is so cute. 

On the bus, Phantom forgets all about his back, especially when he’s pulled into the middle of a cuddle pile including everyone. He happily laps up all the attention and cuddles, a goofy smile of his face and a loud purr rumbling though his chest. 

[moodyvoid]

so uh, how…we feelin…

SAD but I’m a pro at being in denial, so Tomura’s alive until it’s spelled out for me by Horikoshi himself lol

If it’s for real the end for him, I’m a bit disappointed. It felt a little anticlimactic. Weirdly enough, I feel the same about AFO, too honestly (even though I hate him). It just kind of felt like *poof* they’re gone! after all this build up.

I wanted a bit more for the league and if this is how they all go out… it’s just kinda disappointing. 😕

But we’ll see!! Hori could totally surprise us next chapter! It’s not over yet!

I’m hoping maybe somehow Tomura’s quirk originally having a reconstruction factor to it may play a role. Others have said perhaps it’s only the death of “Tomura Shigaraki” and not Tenko Shimura. I’m still holding out hope!

[extreme-neutral]

If your Sidestep was a worm, who would they trust to take care of them?

Oh no! I got the ask worm!!

Oh well

That's a nobrainer:

The Girls!

[ahsoka-its-all-of-us]

For the assumptions about you game, some hype specific ones:

1) I get the impression you probably like strawberry flavored things?

2) I wouldn't be at all surprised to learn you owned a small but smart dog like a Corgi or maybe a terrier mix.

3) I can see you being someone who enjoys going to arboretums.

4) I bet you are pretty good at playing Clue.

Did I guess anything correctly?

Ooohh fun, thank you!

1) Absolutely, I'm a big fan of fruit flavours! Lemon and lime are my favourites, but any fruit will do. As long as I can remember, I've always favoured fruit flavours in things like ice cream over chocolate or caramel or anything like that 😌

2) I have a tiny rooster, does that count? I'm not actually that much of a dog person (and also would absolutely not have the time to properly care for one). To call my rooster smart, though... I mean, perhaps he's smart for a rooster?

3) I do! Though frankly I don't ever have time for it, I haven't even visited my city's botanical garden in years despite passing it whilst cycling to school and work every day for over ten years 😬

4) I have no clue (lol), I've never actually played Clue (and I don't know anyone who owns the game actually, I guess it's not popular here?)

[the-nation-of-today]

Appreciation post for Andy's torn/cut/mesh/net slutty shirts because I miss them so much

[mmmichyyy]

hi hi! for the writing prompts, #89 <3

#89: "you're not interested, are you?"

"you wanna get out of here?"

"...huh?"

"come on, you've been staring at me all night. i can take a hint."

"look man, i think you've got the wrong idea. i'm waiting for my husband."

"i don't see a ring on your finger."

"it's right here–oh shit, mick's going to kill me."

"dude if you're not down to hook up, just tell me."

"who the hell is this, gallagher?"

"oh, uh..."

"i'm scott, and i just want to let you know your husband has been eyeing me all night."

"hm. has he now."

"mick..."

"you want to fuck this guy, gallagher?"

"no, of course not! i was waiting for you and he just came onto me out of nowhere!"

"i told you to wear your glasses tonight, you dork. now you gave steven blue balls."

"my name is sco–"

"well if you weren't half an hour late, i wouldn't be looking around for you!"

"well sor-ry, i was getting the fancy lube you liked before the drugstore closed."

"i told you, i'm fine with whatever–"

"so just to confirm, you're both not interested, right?"

"you're still here?"

"bye sam."

"damn gallagher you need to stop being so hot, you're a married man now."

"i'm only hot for you, mick."

"wait, where's your ring?!"

"...ah fuck."

[littlewickedthings]

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[toxicanonymity]

hi! for every inch, since ghost face is pretty familiar with their victims, does that mean the reader knows the person behind the mask? the whole thought of reader unknowingly speaking to them after being fucked by their (not so) alter ego is so hot to me! 🤭 also, saw that yellowjackets pfp!! great taste!!

Based on the pattern of canon, reader does unwittingly know the person behind the mask, although he won't be revealed in this fic. It's possible character cameos could make you speculate about his identity. I agree it's hot to think about him absolutely railing you (or vis-versa 🤭) and then, unbeknownst to you, casually interacting in daily life 🥵🥵🥵

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[chapel-of-rizztual]

wondering if you could write Swiss/Mountain with Phantom based on this prompt that came to mind: “it’s okay to be sad, you don’t always need a reason to feel things.” 🖤😭

Phantom makes his way to Mountains greenhouse slowly, stumbling over a tree root as he goes. He shivers, it’s not cold, the opposite actually it was a pleasantly warm day, but Phantom had this odd  feeling on the pit of his belly, empty and cold. 

He didn’t want to be alone today, but when he woke up the common room was empty, all the other ghouls off completing chores for the day. He let out a sad whine realising he was alone, taking off in the direction of the greenhouse before he even realised, knowing Mountain would be there, and that he wouldn’t mind having a clinging ghoul clinging to him all day. 

He slides the door to the greenhouse open, stepping in, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight in front of him. Mountain had Swiss pinned up against one of the desks, his large hand sprawled on Swiss’ slender waist. Swiss had one hand buried in Mountain’s hair, pulling hard on his curls making him moan into the kiss, the other was on his ass, squeezing and kneading at the flesh.  It was sloppy and messy, the intention that was leading somewhere else was clear. 

Phantom squeaks, stepping backwards, tripping over an empty plant pot, crashing into the glass wall. 

“Shit-sorry, I didn’t realise-I’ll just go.” He stumbles again, over his own feet, trying to get to the door. “I’m sorry, I really am.” 

“Phantom.” Mountain pulls him out of a apologising. “It’s okay.” Him and Swiss are still stood pressed up against each other, but their attention has turned to him. They’re both smiling sweetly at him, but somehow it sets Phantom even more on edge. 

Swiss must sense his distress, his smile slowly creeping into a look of concern. 

“You okay, bug?” 

Phantom scratches at the back of his neck, pulling some of the hairs, a nervous tick. 

“I just- I- uh, there was no one in the common room? So- I- Mountain?” He stutters making no sense. Somehow both ghouls understand what he means. 

“You came to find me, bug?” Mountain asks him softly. 

Phantom nods, still pulling on his hair. 

“I didn’t realise you’d be busy-I’m sorry- I can leave.” 

“Phantom.” Mountain cuts him off before he can leave. “What did you want me for, darling?” 

Phantom looks down, suddenly finding the pebble by his feet fascinating. 

“Didn’t want to be alone.” He mumbles, looking up at Mountain with big wet eyes. “Wanted a hug.” There are tears welling in his eyes. 

 Swiss and Mountain share a look before looking at Phantom in unison. 

“Get over here, bug.” They both open their arms for him. Phantom immediately falls onto them, letting himself be pulled into the middle. Swiss wraps his arms around his waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. 

“Two for the price of one, huh.” 

Mountain laughs at him.

“Phantom sandwich.” 

Phantom huffs a laugh at both of them, feeling Mountain wrap his arms around his neck, pulling in him into his chest. Phantom rests his head on Mountain, listening to the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat. 

“You feeling okay today, bug?” Mountain whispers to him. Phantom shrugs, letting out a little whine. 

“You don’t know?” Swiss rubs at his belly. Phantom shakes his head. “Feel…odd. Sad maybe? But I have nothing to be sad about, nothing happened I just woke up feeling…empty?”  Mountain strokes his hair, pulling the curls tighter and letting them spring back up.  “Its okay to be sad, you don’t always need a reason to feel things.”

Phantom whines again, pushing his face deeper into Mountain’s chest, he feels Swiss’ arms tighten around his waist. “Human feelings are hard.”

Both ghouls chuckle at him.

“They are.” Swiss agrees with him. “But you’ll get use to it all, I promise.”

“You can’t be any worse then Dew.” Mountain chuckles again.

“I don’t want to be sad forever.” Phantom pouts up at Mountain.

“Oh, bug.” Mountain runs a thumb over Phantom’s cheek. “You won’t be. Sometimes you just feel sad for no reason, and that’s okay.”

Swiss places a kiss to his neck, just under his ear.

“And it never lasts, you’ll probably feel better after a good sleep.”

Phantom hums in acknowledgment, sinking deeper into both ghouls embrace.

“I know what will cheer you up.” Mountain says. “There’s some blueberries that are ready for picking.”

Phantom gasps, looking up at Mountain with hopeful eyes. “Blueberries?” 

“Yeah, bug. Blueberries. You wanna help me pick them?”

Phantom nods enthusiastically.

“Yes please.” He grabs at Swiss hand. “Swiss can help too?”

Swiss squeezes at his hand. “Yeah, bug, I can help.”

Phantom keeps his tail wrapped around Mountain’s forearm and his hand in Swiss’ as the three of them pick the blueberries, then moving on to pick strawberries and raspberries. Phantom eats over half of them as they pick, adamant that’s he’s not despite the purple smudge of berry juice on his cheek.

[moodyvoid]

Sooooo Tomura always had his family's hands on him including his neck. Do you think after they were destroyed he finds comfort in your hands on his neck? Maybe choking, maybe not, maybe he puts his hands on yours to show how tight to hold him ... 😗

You two would have to have a deep, deep connection. I think he’d be a little apprehensive at first.

As far as comfort goes, I think the act of letting someone touch him like that and allowing himself to be in that vulnerable of a position with you would bring him a feeling of comfort. His life started out in a scary vulnerable place and he’s tried his hardest to never be in that position again, but when he can finally let his walls down with you he’d let you get away with anything.

As well as the opposite. You letting him put his hands on you in a way that’s not destructive, but affectionate would be the ultimate comfort. (Especially if it’s pre-control)

Regardless, he much prefers your hands to anyone else’s lol

[revelisms]

What's your personal favorite headcanon you've thought of and why?

Oh man, it's genuinely tough to pick a favorite - I love getting to piecemeal character concepts together, and lots of those HCs are special just in that respect, as they all tend to anchor on specific traits that I find interesting to write (speech, gait, emotional reactiveness, head voice vs. spoken voice, scent profile, fashion tastes, what animal/element/etc. they're associated with...the drawer is overflowing. It's a problem 🥲)

The one Ghost headcanon I've been toying with a lot recently (and that I personally love the idea of) is that all the Papas have magical abilities, and corresponding tattoos that are only visible when their spells are being cast.

I'm a sucker for magic anything, so that's partly why it's a favorite, but I also love the dual-edgedness of it: that it's something hidden, and seen by only a select few, and in that way very intrinsic to each of them.

The tattoos, and magic as a whole, also have direct correlations with their auras and how another spellcaster might see them, e.g.:

Primo's is a dark plum, almost indigo, with an autumnal chill. His spells smell like smoke and musk, and a touch of floral decay. It's unsettling to be around - just as he sometimes can be, in the right light. His tattoos primarily crest over his shoulders and arms, and end at his palms.

Secondo's is a bright, bluish sort of seafoam, and it feels heavy, even electric, the way ozone changes the feeling of air before a storm. His spells have a petrichor-like quality about them, and a trace of cypress. His tattoos are congregated largely at his back, spreading out from his spine.

Terzo's is an orangey, snapdragon-like pink: warm as a pyre and prickled as a bed of thorns. His spells have a tang of clove, incense, and an almost bloody, metallic edge. His tattoos largely follow his heartlines: branching out from his sternum and shoulders to the underside of his arms, and curving down his waist and thighs.

Copia's is a visceral, glaring red, the kind that is almost difficult to stare at too deeply, with hints of tiger's eye gold. The first thing any seer will notice is its omnipresence, which feels smothering, and in many cases frightful to sense in a single man. It smells like that herbal sweetness of crushed leaves, and a hint of woodsmoke. His tattoos cover his arms, most of his chest, and portions of his neck.

I've realized that all of these ideas are steadily morphing into how I write these characters in a scene, so it just...feels like a crux of them all, at this point. But I think it's a fun concept :-)