#little phantom

[phantasma-ghoulia]

Little phantom seeing a bowl of nuts on the table during movie night, and they start making grabby hands at it. They're on Mountain's lap, and Mountain asks them what it is they want. Phantom points at the bowl and chirps "peenus!!! I WAN PEENUS" (peanuts)

Mountain explains to Phantom that peanuts are a big ghoul snack, while Swiss has to walk out of the room so he doesn't accidentally burst into laughter. It would NOT be ideal having to explain that to the most curious little ghoul in the ministry

#little bug phantom #little phantom #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #regressed ghouls #sfw age regression #phantasms log

[fourlittleocto]

I had a thought that the first time Phantom went little, they didn't really have control of their magic and actually turned little. Some of this I wrote while I was little so I'm not sure it makes any sense, but I don't thank anyone will see it anyway so.

almost 3k under the cut, mentions of food, and Phantom has some flashbacks

I guess it helps to know that big Phantom uses primarily He/Him, and little Phantom uses They/Them, and that Phantom was the runt of his litter.

Phantom was already worried. About everything, to be entirely honest, but today it was even more present. With the tour looming over his head and the ministry threatening to send him back to the pits when he messes up, it's hard for him to find a moment of real peace. His only anchor so far has been his new pack. Well, it's his first and only pack, since quintessence ghouls tended to be pretty solitary in the pits. He’s grateful to have a pack at all, and to be summoned into one that's so loving and supportive is some kind of unholy miracle.

He was on his way back from another unproductive meeting with Sister Imperator that was just an excuse to scare him into submission. It didn't really make him want to please her more though. All he wanted to do was be swallowed back up from the pits, because no matter how bad it was down there, at least his every move wasn't being watched and criticized.

He shakes out his body, like a dog trying to dry itself off, to work out the stress. On the bright side he didn't have to talk to her for another week, and he’s on his way back for some comfort cuddles from his packmates.

He pushes open the door to find Rain on the couch playing video games. Dew and Swiss are having a hushed conversation in the kitchen. He wants to bother Swiss for his attention, but he doesn't want to interrupt the obviously private conversation, so he settles for dropping onto the couch next to the water ghoul. Rain takes his eyes off the screen to smile at Phantom. He winds their tails together. Phantom traps the soft, seaweed-like tip of Rain's tail to rub between his fingers while he watches him play.

When Rain dies, he turns off the game and sets down his control. A faint purr rumbles through Phantom’s chest already. He jumps into Rain’s arms when they open, pulling him close to Rain’s chest and scratching lightly across his scalp.

Both of their heads poke over the top of the couch when Dew pushes back into the common room with a huff.

“Of course you put down your game for him,” Dew snarls under his breath, but he doesn’t put any effort into actually keeping it there, and both ghouls on the couch hear it. Phantom pins his ears to his head and tries to hide in Rain’s shirt with a whine.

“Dew,” Swiss warns, but it’s already too late. Rain’s tail is starting to puff up between his fingers. The light purr in his chest drops into a growl, and instead of comforting Phantom when he squeaks he sits up and pushes the quint ghoul to the other side of the couch, left to curl his tail around himself protectively.

“I’m not ignoring you! If you asked nicely instead of acting like a child about it you could be over here with us too.” Rain bites back. He rolls his eyes at the fire ghoul. He seems to care less about this fight than Phantom does, who’s watching like the most morbid tennis match with wide eyes. His tail taps at his lips, but he holds it in his hand. He’s not a kit anymore and doesn’t need to suck on his tail to feel better, no matter how much he actually wants to.

“I don’t want to share you with him!” Dew yells. The blood pounding in Phantom’s ears makes it hard to be sure if Dew meant to emphasize share or him, but his body is in full fight or flight mode and he doesn’t think he can stay to find out.

He moves so quickly he almost falls face first off the couch. His legs feel shaky, like they’re not really his, but he pushes through with the promise of the safety of his room. The door knob is a struggle too. He slams the door closed harder than he means to, which sends another jolt of panic through his system. He feels like he’s freezing but he won’t stop sweating, and the afternoon light pouring in makes his head pound. He buries himself under his covers and presses his hands into his ears in hopes that the screaming will stop.

It’s no longer Dew and Rain’s voices in his head, it’s his mother, the old pack leader, voices he heard only once but hasn’t been able to shake since. Tell them they’re the runt, they’ll never make it, they fuck up everything. That things like them are the reason packs like that don’t work. Their jeans scratch their skin and pull too tight and they need them off, but their hands are too shaky to undo the button.

They scream.

It’s the only thing they can think to do, to try to relive some of the pressure building in their head. Everything starts to feel better, but in a fuzzy, unclear way that they know they should be concerned about but don’t want to think about it enough to be. It’s at least a break.

They start to pull themself out of their sheets. Their pants stick to the material and slide off too easily, the button still done up but way too big enough to hold onto their hips. The shirt they were wearing falls when they push themself up too, at least staying on their shoulder, but the sleeves reach their elbows and the bottom hem reaches their knees. They stare at it questioningly. All the previous panic has been pushed aside, now they mostly just feel… small. And curious.

They rub the hem of their shirt between their fingers and roll off the bed like they usually do, but instead of landing gracefully they fall way further than they shoot. It sends another flare of panic through their body. This one at least is short lived, but it has their knees wobbling as they take uneven steps towards the mirror in the corner.

When they can finally see themself they freeze, staring into wide, wet eyes, then trailing down their tiny form. They have to be half the height they were just moments ago, and lanky in the way all 6 year olds are, not the usual never-grew-into-his-size lankiness he was used to. They know it’s wrong. No matter how much they want to be happy that their outside matches their inside, they know it’s not right. All the emotions swirl in their brain and start to bring back the bad feelings, and even though they just want their eyes to stop stinging, they start crying instead. Fat tears roll down their face and heavy sobs shake their whole body. They want to curl up in a ball but they can’t look away from that little kit in the mirror. The little kit with the same light patch around their eyes, the same white bangs and dark, unruly hair, and the same misshapen tail snaking its way into their mouth to chew on it self-soothingly.

A loud knock makes them freeze. They scream at themselves to pull their tail out of their mouth so they won’t get in trouble. The person outside calls their name and they whine, which reminds them there’s something more important to fix first, but no matter how much they try they aren’t getting big. It sends them back into their fit of tears.

They watch through blurry vision and the smudgy mirror as Swiss pushes their door open, freezing when they make eye contact. The whole room stills. So many thoughts race through Phantom’s mind they’re surprised they don’t explode with it.

“Phantom?” Swiss whispers. He takes a step towards the little quint ghoul, and that’s finally enough to break the spell. Phantom’s tail pushes back into their mouth as they crouch down into a ball, hiding themself behind their arms protectively.

“P-please don’t h-h-h-hurt me. S’ok,” they slur around their tail. Words seem to stick in their brain. They give a frustrated grunt. Their tongue feels heavy enough on its own, and even though the tail isn’t helping, they know it will only feel worse if they take it out.

“I would never hurt you sweetheart. Can you tell me what happened?” Phantom shakes their head hard, almost falling over from the motion. “Ok, it’s ok baby,” Swiss pauses for just long enough that Phantom starts to worry again. They hide their head more in their knees and let more heavy tears fall, since it seems to be helping. It at least made them feel less big and spikey. 

“Can I touch you?” Swiss asks. Phantom’s tears dry slightly as they have to think about it. They still feel wrong, but Swiss gives such good hugs that always make them feel better when they’re big. It doesn’t take much to realize they want to be held. They unwrap their small, lanky limbs, popping their tail back in their mouth and making grabby hands at the ghoul standing above them.

Swiss smiles brightly and easily scoops the small ghoul into his arms. He eases them down so their legs are wrapped around his waist, and their head is resting on his shoulder, ear pressed close enough to hear his heartbeat, which settles Phantom down considerably. Swiss bounces them up and down and hums until the last tears stop falling and they can breathe a little more even again.

“Wanna change into something more comfy?” Phantom tenses again at the idea of being put down.

“No p-please. Like it h-h-h-h-here.” They try to shove their face more into Swiss’s shoulder. Swiss sighs and chuckles at their antics.

“Ok, well are you feeling hungry? Think you can at least drink some water for me?”

If Phantom really thought about it, their tummy did feel a little empty. They nodded into Swiss. The big ghoul shifted them a little so he can walk easier, and the gentle sway and being surrounded by Swiss’ conforming scent almost lulling Phantom to sleep, even just on the short walk to the kitchen. But before they know it, they’re set down on the counter. They rub at their eyes and rock back and forth while they watch Swiss dig in the cup cabinet until he pulls out a sippy cup.

“W-why is that in-n there?”

“For little ghouls like you,” he answers easily. He fills the blue and yellow sippy cup with water from the sink and hands it to Phantom.

“There are other kits here?” They perk up, looking around like these other kits might magically show up just because they asked. Swiss makes a silly face like he’s pooping, which makes Phantom laugh. He takes a sip from his cup and wiggles at how it makes his mouth not hurt anymore.

“Sometimes. Sometimes when Dew or Rain or Cumulus have big feelings, they get small like you are.” Swiss looks back at Phantom after he grabs the cheerios from the top shelf, then turns around and grabs a bib from a drawer lower down. He tries to loop it around Phantom’s neck but the kit crosses their arms.

“I’m a big b-” they start, but saying boy doesn’t feel right even if it tries to slide off their tongue, so they try again. “A big kit.”

Swiss nods and puts both things away, instead grabbing a muffin from the snack cabinet that Phantom reaches for enthusiastically. They turn the wrapper off quickly and shove half of it in their mouth before Swiss can reach for it to stop them.

“Phantom,” he scolds. The little ghoul ignores it though, loudly chewing the too-big mouthful and starting up a wiggle again.

“Oh thank Lucifer Swiss, I need…” Dew stops himself short when he walks in the kitchen and finds Phantom’s big eyes looking back at him, muffin crumbs all over his face and sippy cup frozen half way to his mouth. “That’s… mine. What-” he starts, but Swiss steps between the two.

“I’ll wash it, Phantom just needed to borrow your sippy. He’s feeling vulnerable,” Swiss says the last part through his teeth. Phantom doesn’t really know what that word means but they know it’s probably not good.

“But that’s not normal. Are you sure he’s ok?”

The blood starts to pound in Phantom’s ears again. All they hear is that they’re not normal, too small. It’s something they’ve heard too many times to count. It makes them want to hide again.

But they’re big. They don’t need to run away, they’ll show Dew how big they really are. They throw the sippy cup on the ground. It obviously isn’t meant for ghouls as big as them, because the top pops off and sends water all over the floor. They feel a little bad, but Dew and Swiss have stopped ignoring them, so they cross their arms and say as big as they can, “I’m big, and I’m not a boy.”

“Oh,” is all Dew says.

“Are you a girl?” Swiss asks. Phantom’s big act falls quickly. They hadn’t really thought about it. If they aren’t a boy or a girl, what are they? Can you not be a boy or a girl? They know they’re not a girl, so maybe they are a boy. They shake their head and look towards Swiss for him. Luckily, he smiles warmly again.

“Ok, you can be our little bat.” It pulls another happy wiggle out of Phantom, this one reaching from the tips of their ears to the spade of their tail, which now that they’re done chewing they can slot back in their mouth.

“Our little bat is actually a toddler,” Dew says only to Swiss.

“I’m 6!” Phantom yells and kicks their feet. Dew puts out a hand like Phantom just said the same thing he did, which makes them cross their arms and stick out their tongue at not being listened to.

“Hey babybat,” Swiss crouches down so he’s the same height as the kit. “Why don’t you finish your muffin, and then we’ll go take a nap, alright? I’ll be right back.” Phantom chirps in agreement, too busy after remembering they still have a whole half of their muffin to inhale. Dew steps out into the common room. He keeps watching Phantom the whole time through the window between the two rooms, until Swiss hands him a different sippy cup, this one pink and sparkly, and goes out to join Dew.

Phantom watches them wave their arms while he chews on his muffin. He imagines they’re dinosaurs fighting each other, the flying ones that look like bats and have big claws and beaks. They roar at each other, and it’s a good thing Phantom speaks dinosaur.

“Get away from my egg,” Swiss roars. He spreads out his wings to make himself look big. Phantom, who’s obviously the egg, puffs out their chest to match.

“I’m going to eat your egg!” Dew roars back, taking a swipe at Swiss, and even though they know they’re only playing pretend, the thought of Dew hurting Swiss for real scares them. They look down. The floor is so far away, but they have to be brave. They shut their eyes tight and push off, somehow landing on their feet. They take a deep breath. They’re so brave, they can do anything, so they run out of the kitchen and wrap themself around Swiss’s leg. Dew’s attack stops right away.

“Don’t h-h-hurt h-him,” Phantom pleads. They make their meanest, scariest face at the fire ghoul. Dew tilts his head at them, looks back up at Swiss, and then crouches down to be on Phantom’s level.

“I’m sorry bug, I didn’t mean to yell.” He looks at Swiss awkwardly. It takes Phantom a minute to remember that, oh yeah, that is how this whole thing started. They don’t know what to say, so instead they chirp and lay a big, wet kiss on Dew’s cheek. He wipes it off and sticks his tongue out, but he still can’t stop himself from smiling, which Phantom takes as a win. They stick their tail back into their mouth and smile back shyly.

“Feeling tired babybat?” Swiss asks, ending the moment. Dew stands up and starts to slowly make his way towards Rain’s room, while Swiss scoops up Phantom once again and carries them to their own.

They didn’t think they were feeling tired, but being laid under they’re covers and surrounded by Swiss, it’s hard to keep their eyes open anymore.

When he wakes up he’s groggy, but it slowly comes back to him that his shirt’s not so big anymore, and Swiss isn’t covering him so completely, and he sobs into Swiss’ chest in relief.

#regressed ghouls #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #little phantom #swiss ghoul #caretaker swiss #dew ghoul #ghost band fanfic #the band ghost #octo presents #octo sfw

[sodoshame]

please please PLEASE write something with regressed!phantom being seen by dew for the first time. maybe it’s during the time that dew is mean to phantom because he took aethers place? something like that

thanks shadow! always love ur fics

Hello sweet anon! Sorry this took so long, I’m working my way through requests :) I hope this is what you are after!

Requests are still open if anyone wants anything, I’ll get to it when I can :)

Honey.

Regressed!Phantom & Dewdrop.

A/N: SFW like all my agere fics of course! Dew is a little mean at first but he gets nicer I swear. I also wrote this really fast on my phone so I apologise in advance!

_

Dewdrop was the only one up this late; the rumbling of the tour bus wasn’t lulling him to sleep like it usually did, so he gave up on trying to sleep and got out of his bunk to go and sit on the couch in the main area of the bus.

The ghoul had been sitting on the couch for almost an hour now, watching the TV at a low volume so it didn’t disturb anyone else. Upon hearing the door to the bunk area click open, Dew looked over, trying to make out who the figure in the doorway was. He squinted slightly, trying to adjust his eyes to the dark. The figure stepped forwards, the light from the TV illuminating him.

“Phantom? What do you want?” Dewdrop asked, his tone unnecessarily harsh. The young ghoul squeaked out a response, too quiet to hear.

“Fuck’s sake, speak up would you!?” Dew snapped, clenching his jaw.

Phantom stepped forwards again, allowing Dew to see him properly. The quintessence ghoul had the spade of his tail in his mouth, gently suckling on it. His hair was sticking up all over the place and he had tear tracks on his cheeks. He’d been crying.

Dewdrop sighs irritably, not quite yet realising the state of the poor ghoul.

“Speak, would you? Or go bother someone else.” Dew mutters, turning his attention back to the TV. He hears a little whimper from Phantom; he groans and looks back at him.

“Satanas, what is wrong with you?!” Dew snaps again.

That does it. Phantom bursts into tears.

“I- I had b-bad dream. Swissy i-is sleeping.” Phantom manages to stutter out between his sobs. His vocabulary is limited and his voice is muffled around his tail that is still in his mouth.

Immediately, Dew’s eyes widen. He hadn’t realised the state that the younger ghoul was in; Phantom was regressed and Dew had just yelled at him, making him burst into tears. The older ghoul sighs, standing up from the couch.

“Fuck- I mean shit- damn it! Okay, alright… Phantom?” Dew mumbles as he slowly approaches Phantom. The young ghoul backs away slightly, still sobbing.

“Hey, come on. I’m not gonna hurt you, quint.” Dew says, his voice softening. He holds his arms out to Phantom, offering him to come closer.

As Phantom toddled over to Dew, the fire ghoul realised just how little Phantom was; he was wobbly on his feet, sucking on the spade of his tail like a pacifier. Even the way he’s crying. He was regressed much younger than Dew had seen any of the other ghouls be.

“Oh, you’re really little right now, aren’t you?” Dew coos softly. Once Phantom is close enough, Dewdrop wraps him in a gentle hug and softly rubs his back.

Phantom says nothing, but allows himself to be wrapped in Dew’s arms. His crying has calmed down a little, but there are still tears running down his cheeks and his breathing is shaky.

“I’m sorry, little quint. I didn’t mean to shout at you, I didn’t realise that you’re-”

Dewdrop pauses and sighs.

“I shouldn’t have shouted at you, end of.” He mumbles.

The fire ghoul leads Phantom to the couch, getting him to sit down. Dew wraps his arms around the young ghoul, pulling him to his chest.

Phantom lets out a little whimper as he cries, burying his face into Dew’s shoulder.

“Shh, shh, shh. Don’t cry, honey. You’re okay. You’re safe.” He brings his hand up to run his fingers through Phantom’s messy hair, keeping one arm wrapped around him. The young ghoul brings his tail back to his mouth, suckling on it once again; Dew frowns as he watches him.

“Hey, quint, don’t do that please. It’s not good for your your tail, you’ll end up hurting it.” Dew says softly, trying to pull the tail out of the quintessence ghouls mouth. Phantom whines and looks up at Dew with big watery eyes. Dewdrop sighs, then fumbles about in his back pocket.

“Can you try this for me? It’s Mountain’s, but I’m sure he won’t mind you borrowing it.” He says, pulling a pacifier from his pocket and offering it to the young ghoul.

Phantom lets his tail drop out of his mouth and cautiously leans his face closer to the pacifier. Dew gently pushes it against his lips, encouraging him to take it. Phantom does, taking it into his mouth hesitantly. After a few minutes, he looks up at the older ghoul, grinning around the pacifier.

“You like the paci, bug?” Dew questions, stroking his fingers through Phantom’s hair. Phantom nods, softly sucking on the pacifier as he looks up at Dew.

“Maybe we’ll have to get you your own, huh? That sounds like a good idea?”

Phantom nods excitedly and starts shuffling around on couch, eventually planting himself on Dew’s lap. He curls up against him and nuzzles his face into the fire ghoul’s chest. Dewdrop watches him with a raised eyebrow and lets out a slight chuckle as Phantom settles himself in his lap.

“Oh, just gettin’ comfy, hm?” Dew coos softly, wrapping his arms back around Phantom’s body.

The quintessence ghoul hums quietly in response, already closing his eyes. He mumbles something into Dew’s chest.

“T’ank you, Dewy.”

Dewdrop all but feels his heart melt; he places a soft kiss to the top of Phantom’s head and cradles him to his chest.

“You’re welcome, baby bug.” Dew mumbles into Phantom’s hair.

Maybe he should give the new quintessence ghoul more of a chance. Maybe he shouldn’t take his anger about Aether on Phantom.

From that night on, Dewdrop vowed to himself that he wouldn’t ever hurt the young ghoul again; nor would he let anyone else.

#nameless ghouls #ghost #the band ghost #dew ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #sodo ghoul #regressed ghouls #regressed phantom #caregiver dewdrop #dewdrop #dewdrop x phantom #ghost agere #little phantom #phantom #dew #sodo #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls comfort #nameless ghouls angst

[littlehypnone]

Hiii! It's me Bat 🦇, you don't know me :( but I've got a request if you're up to it!

Perhaps a regressed Swiss and phantom. Swiss was taking care of phantom as usual, making sure their dressed and ready for the day, giving them their breakfast and their usual morning routine together.

It all starts getting to swiss when he sees phantom play with their Legos and dinos. Watching them smile and giggle as they made the dinosaurs crush down the Lego buildings. Swiss' mind starts getting all fuzzy, feeling himself slipping. But he refuses to let his guard down when Phantom was regressed, he didn't want anything to happen to his bat.

But it's so so hard to fight the urge to slip and be care free, he finds himself panicky and worried the more he gets fuzzy. Then Mountain comes to the rescue! He notices Swiss' odd behaviour, quickly helping him calm down and reassuring him that everything will be okay, mount telling him that he'll be there to take care of both him and phant <3

The end!! I've been thinking about regressed Swiss for so long haha, but only do this request if you want to! And take your time :D

i didnt follow this word to word but the concept is still here, i hope its okay. i did my best even tho i dont really see swiss as a regressor

740 words, little phantom (they/them), overworked and tired cg swiss, then little swiss, cg mountain, brave helper phantom, bit of panic and doubts about himself on swiss' side

Swiss was tired. He worked too much lately and he knew it, but he had things to do and not enough time to spare for a proper rest. He’d planned on taking a break during the weekend but things such as fussy little ghouls came up and he didn’t get a chance. He wasn’t upset with them, of course not, but it all started to pile up on top of him.

Now, the weekend was over and Swiss was more exhausted than before. Phantom had had a bad day the day before and went to bed with Swiss all small and scared. They woke up still little, but not upset anymore.

The multi ghoul was taking care of them all morning, helping them get dressed, making them breakfast and coming up with something to entertain them. Phantom ended up watching one of their favorite cartoons as they played with Lego’s on the floor in front of the TV. Swiss was sitting on the couch, keeping an eye on them. It’d be so easy to just fall asleep and take a nap, but Phantom couldn’t be left unsupervised and no one else was available. He’d push through, it was nothing.

Except he couldn’t.

The near silence of the common room, with only Phantom’s cartoon filling it, left his mind vulnerable to all the pressure that was gathering around him for the last few days. Before Swiss could really notice what was happening, his mind was slipping and he was curling himself up under a blanket.

He couldn’t do anything about it, though, Phantom was still small and needed to be watched over, he just had to shake himself out of it. It’d be fine, he was okay, it wouldn’t–

“Swissy? Are you o– okay?” Phantom perked up, their brows furrowed. They weren't only observant, but also a quintessence ghoul. Of course they noticed something was wrong.

“Y– yeah, buggy, don’t worry,” Swiss forced himself to smile as he hid half of his face behind the blanket. He started to panic.

“No! Something’s w– wrong,” they stood up and made their way over to where Swiss was curled in on himself. They knelt in front of him and looked intently into his eyes as he tried to avoid them. “T– tell me, Swissy, I can help!”

The multi ghoul thought for a moment. Phantom would get upset if they couldn’t help and he didn’t want that. He didn’t know what to do, though, how they could help. All they could do was–

“Can– can you get Mounty?” he mumbled, tightening the blanket around himself. Phantom shot up, nodding, and ran away before Swiss could process what was happening and tell them to slow down and be careful.

He was left alone with Phantom’s cartoon as background noise. He couldn’t stop the ugly thoughts his mind was supplying him with, that he was useless, that he failed at the simplest task of watching a little ghoul, that he should–

“Swiss, darling?” he heard Mountain’s voice and tears filled his eyes. He wanted him, yes, but now someone would see how weak he was. He hated that. “Oh, baby…”

“‘m s– sorry,” Swiss whispered shakily, hiding even further behind the blanket. “Where… Phantom?”

“Left them with Dew,” Mountain explained, knowing that this knowledge alone would calm the multi ghoul a bit. “Do you want a hug, my heart?”

He nodded and was quickly scooped up, straight into Mountain’s lap. Swiss buried his face in his chest, letting out a single sob at the feeling of… love.

“It’s alright,” the earth ghoul mumbled into his ear, doing his best to call him down. It was working, Mountain had something about him that made it impossible for any ghoul to be upset around him. “It happens, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. Let me take care of you for once, okay?”

Swiss thought about it. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. He was really tired, after all, and Mountain was always so nice to him, he loved him so much. Maybe… maybe it was a good idea. “Okay.”

“Good,” Mountain smiled and pressed a kiss to Swiss’ forehead. “Can I carry you to my room? I know you like it there.”

The multi ghoul nodded and wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, letting him pick him up. “It’ll all be okay, my heart. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

Swiss never dared to doubt him.

#hypno writes #little ghouls #age regression #little phantom #little swiss #cg swiss #cg mountain

[sphylor]

Little Kitten

Rating: general audiences

Relationships: Dewdrop and Mountain and Phantom

Characters: little kitty Dewdrop, little Phantom, cg Mountain

Words: 2051

Summary:

His quest for warm snuggles with Dew was almost completely forgotten until he heard a quiet noise come from underneath the tree. He stilled the rocking he hadn’t realised he had been doing and peered under the lowest branches. Two mismatched orange and blue eyes stared back at him.

OR

Phantom tries to find Dew for cuddles but finds him little and kitty, him and Mountain look after Dew

@everybodyshusband pspsps!!!!

#kitty dew #little kitty Dew #little Phantom #regressed ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #phantom ghoul #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost

[cirrus-ghoulette]

Sometimes, if Phantom stares at Cumulus for long enough, he can accidentally make himself go little.

#He refers to cumulus when little as #Luluwus #Mama lus #Mama #Or #Mamamamamamamaammamamamama #ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #headcanons #Little ghouls #Phantom #phantom ghoul #nameless ghoul #Aeon #Aeon ghoul #little phantom

[im-a-marion3tt3]

I won't get to eat

CW: regressed ghouls. Ik that's not something everyone enjoys so read at your own discretion. Minor tw: disordered eating and a timeout.

Phantom struggles with hiding his food.

At this point in time, it was a known affair that Phantom regressed, not that anyone minded. They all found him quite silly and adorable however, he had some bad habits that only intensified the smaller he felt. It made sense though, especially to Mountain and Copia, his main caregivers. They had been the first to pick up on what he face and body language meant and they were the ones who, by far, helped him the most. It wasn't a shot at the other ghouls, everyone was well aware that Mountain and Copia had the most patience and knowledge when it came to little ghouls who had some troubling behavior.

It had started going down hill at lunch. Phantom had been exhausted from little sleep and lots of practice. This made him far more snappish than usual.

An eye roll and scoff was all Swiss got when asked how practice went which alarmed the multi ghoul. It wasn't often that their youngest acted in such a mean manner. Swiss just whistled and took his coffee to his room, not having it in him to put up with Phantom's attitude.

Ironically enough, Phantom felt the tears well up once Swiss had left. He hadn't meant to be mean, he was just so tired. The strong emotions plus an empty kitchen sent him into a primitive mindset though. He started grabbing all the prepacked food he could before scurrying into his room and dropping his hoard of food. Internally, it made sense to him. He had kissed off Swiss and now he risked not being fed. That wasn't actually the case though as they had been trying to tell him that no matter how mad they were with him, he'd always be loved, fed, clothed and allowed his own space. Right now, he couldn't see that though. Too little and too distraught.

The little ghoul started putting the food around his room, hiding it in every nook and cranny like a squirrel. That was until a nock echoed through his room and he stopped dead in his tracts.

"Little bat, it's Mountain. May I come in?" A soft yet firm voice asked from the other side of the door. Phantom shoved all the food underneath his blankets.

"Co-come in," he said softly, sitting on his bed, careful to mind his snacks. The stutter was a tell take sign of his little mindset as he had worked hard on shaking that while big. Literal months of speech therapy.

Mountain opened the door and shut it behind him at that, looking at Phantom with a sad look as he started to walk over. The little ghoul just stared at his feet, trying to ignore everything. He felt hot under the collar and like he brain was a mess. Be could practically smell the trouble he was in. However, he wasn't expecting the near giant ghoul to sit down.... Right on his snack pile. It caused Mountain to stand up just as quickly as he had sat down.

"Phantom, what is that?" Mountain asked a little more firmly that he intended which just caused the quintessence ghoul to look ten times more guilty. After sitting there for a minute, Mountain knew he wasn't going to get an answer but that was okay. When Phantom felt stressed words were hard to get out, however, that didn't mean the little ghoul could get away with everything.

Pulling back the blanket, Mountain just sighed but quickly silenced himself, not wanting to put more pressure on Phantom.

"I need you to go to the corner, Phantom, for 5 minutes," he says softly, planting a soft and short kiss to the little ghouls forehead. He didn't want to risk Phantom feeling even more guilty or like he had left someone done, however, rules were in place for a reason and this was one of them. The time out wasn't even a true punishment, rather it was a time for the both of them to think about what happened before discussing it.

Phantom spends the 5 minutes, curled up in a ball, his tail in his mouth gently sucking on it to self sooth. Mountain had taken this time to put the snacks that weren't hidden into a bag to take back out as well as finding one of the pacifiers they had gotten for Phantom.

"Come her bat," Mountain said softly once the 5 minutes were up, facing Phantom with his arms open. The little ghou leave running and hugged Mountain tightly. So-so-sorry, i-i-," his words were choked back by his cries and stutter.

"Breath, hey, hey, breath. Find your words first, Baby," Mountain reminded him softly, gently positioning him on his lap and holding his hand. He mimicked deep breathing for the little ghoul until he joined in and finally caught his breath and appeared more calm.

"There you go," Mountain said softly, gently rubbing Phantom's legs.

"S-sorry for... For tak-taking fo-food," Phantom stuttered which got a nod from Mountain.

"I'm not mad about that, Baby bat, or at all. However, you know our rules. We don't hide or hoard food, right? We share our food with everyone in this house, right babby bat?" Mountain questioned softly, looking at Phantom's eyes which refused to meet his. The other ghoul nodded though which was enough for Mountain to feel like he understood.

"Can you tell me why you felt this way? Or would it be easier to write it down right now?" The earth ghoul asked in the same level tone. Phantom holds up a small and shaky two which causes Mountain to shuffle and pull out his phone, opening up the notes app and handing it to Phantom. The smaller ghoul takes it and quickly types what be was feeling.

'Was mean to Swiss. He mad. I wont get to eat.'

Reading this, Mountain nodded again before stating, "But that's not true little one. You know that right?" Phantom nods, "That's a good boy. You've had a long day, haven't you? Was being mean to Swiss the icing on the cake?" Another nod. Mountain pulls Phantom into a tight hug, one that the other could have prevented if he had wanted, clearly not the case. The food hoarding had been an issue since Phantom had first been summoned and they all knew it was going to continue to be one for a long while but that was fine; they loved Phantom for who he was completely.

"I think we should go apologize to Swissy and then maybe take a nap, hmm?"

#cw regression #regressed ghouls #age regression #tw ed #phantom ghoul #little phantom #ghost the band #the band ghost #ghost #the band ghost fanfic #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #age regession fic

[mountainsabandonedshoes]

I was thinking about one of the hospital trips I had, I almost always get to hear weird shit when I'm there and this is my favourite one so here, have it as rain and little phantom because I just picture them as this

rain: did you wee?

little phantom: *long pause* yeah!

#the band ghost #ghost the band #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #regressed ghouls #little phantom #caregiver rain

[littlerainyghoul]

Can you write cg Swiss and a fussy little Phantom?

Yay! This was such a fun one to write! Thank you so much for the prompt

The Moth and The Beetle

Words: 800

Pairing: Caregiver Swiss and little Phantom

CW: mention of bugs, other than that, nothing

Summary: Phantom wants to go bug watching, but it's the middle of winter, and the bugs went to sleep. Swiss is there to keep him entertained

The snow-covered streets and frost-kissed trees painted a picturesque scene outside the abbey, with the walls covered in a layer of dew. Inside the abbey, the atmosphere was equally enchanting. The low hum of ancient radiators echoed through the stone halls, while the soft glow of flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the centuries-old tapestries adorning the walls. It was a haven of warmth and tranquillity, a stark contrast to the wintry scene just beyond the thick walls.

In lay Phantom, who was oblivious to the cold as he bounced around with boundless energy, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“Swissssss! Can we go see the bugs?”

"Phantom, my darling, there aren't any bugs in the snow. It's too cold for them and they need to go sleepy" Swiss called out from the doorway, a concerned look on his face.

"Sleepy? Bugs...need sleepy?"

Phantom's eyes widened, a mixture of confusion and fascination colouring his expression. He halted his energetic bouncing and stared at Swiss with a quizzical look.

Swiss, ever patient, crouched down to Phantom's level, explaining in a gentle tone, "Yes, my curious bug. Just like you, bugs need rest during the cold winter months. They find cosy spots to stay warm and safe until it's time for them to wake up again. I know you're eager, my little adventurer, but there are no bugs to see right now. You will just have to wait till spring arrives. “

“But I want to go now!" Phantom pouted, his eyes looking slightly bigger, as he attempted to do his best puppy eyes impression.

”I know, little bat.” Swiss spoke with sympathy. “How about this, little one, we'll be bugs for the day”.

“Why can’t we see the bugs sleeping?! Please! I want to see the bugs!”

Swiss sighed, understanding Phantom's persistent desire. “I know you're eager to see the bugs, my dear. But sometimes, the bugs need their rest just like we do. How – “

“But bugs! Please Swisssssssss. Please, please, please!” Phantom begged, his expression soft, his eyes glimmering with a gentle woe.  

“Darling, there’s not a single bug outside right now. We can pretend to be bugs. Give it a try! I’m sure we’ll have so much fun.”

"Okay…" Phantom replied a little unsure, "Can I be...a moth?"

"Of course, you can! I'll be a beetle! A moth and a beetle—what a magical combination! Now, let's find our bug wings and antennae."

Phantom bounced with excitement as they gathered materials from the abbey's art supplies. Soon, they fashioned delicate wings from translucent paper and crafted antennae using flexible wires and beads.

"Look, Swiss! I'm a fluttery moth with wings!" Phantom declared, twirling around with his paper wings shimmering in the soft glow of the candles.

Swiss, adorned with antennae and a playful expression, joined on the small moth’s enthusiasm. "And I'm a sturdy beetle with antennae to navigate the bug world. Now, where shall our bug adventure take us?"

Phantom thought for a moment, then pointed to a cosy reading nook in the abbey. "Let's explore that nook over there! It looks like a perfect spot for bugs to gather."

The cosy nook, with its soft blankets and cushions, became a playground for the moth and the beetle. The fairy lights strung across the nook twinkled like a swarm of fireflies, casting a magical glow over their impromptu play area.

Phantom giggled as he flitted around, his paper wings creating gentle breezes that rustled the blankets. "Swiss, look! The fairy lights are our firefly friends! Can we dance with them? Please?”

“We can dance with our firefly friends, of course!” He took Phantom by the hand, and they spun around, laughs echoing as they stepped around the blankets.

The nook became a glorious sanctuary as they danced in the brightness of the fairy lights. The moth and the beetle spun and fluttered around on the plush covers, their laughing blending with the gentle, fictitious buzz of fireflies. Phantom's wings glistened like snowflakes in the moonlight and Swiss’ antennae twitched with wonderous delight.

The amiable beetle noted that the moth’s fluttering had slowed down. Swiss remarked, “are you tired now, my sweetest moth?" with a soft grin.

Phantom nodded and sighed in satisfaction. "Mmmm."

Phantom followed Swiss to a plush pile of blankets in the little alcove. "Let's take a quick nap here under the soft glow of our firefly pals. Hasn't today been amazing in our world of bugs?"

Phantom curled up under the covers, his eyes continuing to sparkle with the excitement of their bug themed journey. “Yay Swiss. We danced with the fireflies! And I love being a moth with you."

Swiss snuggled up with Phantom on the blankets, making the reading nook a cosy refuge for the bugs. Above them, the fairy lights kept twinkling, as their eyes grew heavy.

#regressed ghouls #ghost band agere #littlerainyghoulwrites #little phantom ghoul #caregiver swiss #little phantom #swiss ghost #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #phantom ghoul #phantom ghost #ask box

[genderful-ghoul]

Little Phantom is the prince and little Rain is the princess

#little ghouls #regressor ghouls #little phantom #regressor phantom #little rain #regressor rain

[doorstoplord]

Hey y’all wanna see the worlds most appropriately unhinged phantom of the opera as it came up on my FYP?

#I’m crying about this #I’m obsessed with it #make him a goofy little freak #phantom of the opera

[zillychu]

#danny phantom #my little pony #mlp #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #before you make fun of me it's actually worse than it looks #ive spent like every warmup the past 2 weeks drawing ponies #anyway please enjoy permanent knee high socks phantom #(it's his fur pattern but does that really matter) #zilly art

[skirter01]

“It’s safe to approach?” Bruce asked, gesturing to the pentagram and its teenage ghost resident.

“Yep” Constantine turned his back on the pentagram he’d drawn and cleared his throat, “Uh yes, sorry. It’s triple layered, so he couldn’t do anything even if he wanted-“

Bruce could only watch as Clark shot forward, only he was too late to stop the projectile that pegged the occult detective in the back of the head.

“Ow! The fuck was that!”

The object rolled to a stop, revealing itself to be a single black and white converse. Bruce’s gaze snapped to the spiritual prison, only to find its resident sprawled out lazily on the floor with a wide grin and a mysteriously missing a left shoe.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dp writing prompts #dannyfenton #bruce wayne #danny fenton is a little shit #danny fenton #batfam #justice league #john constantine

[paxopalotls]

Fucking love this ghost kid what did yall say his backstory was again

#love the part of the show where every episode is just additional trauma for this 14yo #danny phantom #danny phantom fanart #danny fenton #danny fenton fanart #he gets to die painfully #just a little #as a treat #pax art #pax doodles

[littlehypnone]

Please would you maybe write a ficlet about Phantom being cared for after he drops to be tinier than usual after a meltdown, if you have the time and brain space?

this one is a bit messy, sorry if some sentences don't make much sense

925 words, tiny phantom (they/them) having a meltdown, cg mama dew, happy sleepy ending

Everything was wrong, everything was just going wrong and Phantom was done.

He woke up too hot, the sheets were all tumbled up, his hair was so tangled it hurt when he tried to run a hand through it, his favorite bat plushie fell to the floor, there was light abusing his eyes from a space between two curtains. When he actually got up he couldn’t find the clothes he wanted and everything else was extremely uncomfortable. It was itchy and tight and it felt bad and he hated it.

Phantom got dressed in the best clothes he could find. A lesser evil, he thought. He padded to the kitchen. There was a mess in the sink, his mug amongst the dirty dishes and the countertop was sticky. He couldn't find his cocoa powder and all the rummaging through the shelves made his ears hurt, it was way too loud. It was barely ten o’clock in the morning and he was already about to cry.

Then the rest of the pack slowly piled into the commons, finding him curled around his plushie in a tight ball on the couch. Without his cocoa. Their footsteps were loud, their voices were loud, they turned on too bright lights and too loud and bright television.

Phantom’s last straw turned out to be Aether slipping in the kitchen—who left it so messy all over?—and dropping a metal pot onto the tiles. The noise made Phantom wail, clutching his shaking hands to his ears as he tenses impossibly more. Now the pack finally noticed the quintessence ghoul’s distress, but it was a bit too late, he was already having a meltdown.

Phantom was dropping, fast and sudden, tears that had been welling in their eyes for a few hours now finally spilling down their cheeks. They didn’t register being covered in a nicely smelling, fluffy blanket or the whole pack, apart from Dewdrop, leaving the room.

It got quiet. It finally got quiet.

It was around twenty minutes later that Phantom’s eyes cleared a bit and Dewdrop could do something, anything. He knew the quintessence ghoul went tiny, the whole pack knew them and had gone through enough of their meltdowns to know what to do. Or rather what to not do.

“Hey, baby,” Dewdrop said quietly, gently trying to get Phantom’s attention. They blinked slowly, big eyes looking at the fire ghoul and finally seeing him, too.

Phantom whined pathetically and wiggled their fingers—their little version of grabby hands. “You want me to hold you, batling?”

“Mmm… ma…”

“Gotcha,” the fire ghoul smiled and wrapped his arms around Phantom, dragging them into his lap. They didn’t settle, though, kept squirming and pulling on their clothes clumsily. “Bad clothes, hm? Let’s get you changed, then.”

Dewdrop picked Phantom up and settled them so they rested mostly against his hip, face hidden in the other’s neck. They went to the quintessence ghoul’s bedroom and Dew—still holding them—dug around for the soft comfy pj’s he knew Phantom preferred when little and after a meltdown.

Once found, Dewdrop laid them down on the bed, but that caused some more squirming, batting at the sheets and whining. “Not here, I guess. That’s alright, batling.”

He hauled them up once again and left to go for his own room, hoping that would satisfy the little ghoul. He’d go from room to room, try them all a thousand times, if that’s what it’d take to get Phantom to calm down and get comfortable.

There was no need to do all that this time, though. Phantom squealed happily and started up a little purr when they were placed in Dewdrop’s bed, still warm from the night. This time when they squirmed and wiggled in the sheets it was to get buried in them a bit, not to get out.

“There we go, happy little baby,” the fire ghoul chuckled, pleased with how Phantom was coming out of the meltdown. They’d stay tiny for the rest of the day, maybe even wake up small the next day, too, but they could be in that nice space, not the icky one. That was Dewdrop’s goal.

Dewdrop got them dressed in the comfortable pj’s, sending a text to the group chat at some point, and crawled into the bed himself. He pulled Phantom into his lap, cradled them in his arms, close to his chest, and started purring, knowing that would do wonders in soothing the little ghoul.

“Ma,” Phantom voiced their contentment before their own purr started back up. Dewdrop smiled, convinced he wasn’t going to escape being a mama now that Phantom picked it up too. The fire ghoul wouldn’t complain, though. He liked it, actually.

The door opening quietly interrupted his thought and Swiss peeked his head in, presenting a bottle he brought for Phantom. He gave it to Dewdrop with a sympathetic wink and left.

“Are you asleep, batling?” he asked, getting a yawn in return. “Not yet, gotcha. Got you some chocolate milk, baby.”

Dewdrop tapped the nipple of the bottle against Phantom’s mouth and slipped it in when the quintessence ghoul parted their lips. They sucked gently and started purring louder when the sweet milk hit their taste buds. “Good little ghoul, drink up.”

They didn’t finish the bottle, starting to doze off around the half of it. When drops of the milk started spilling from the corners of Phantom’s lips Dewdrop replaced the bottle with a soother and readjusting his hold on them once more, let Phantom get a well deserved rest.

#scheduled post #hypno writes #little ghouls #age regression #little phantom #cg dewdrop

[sphylor]

We Gotta Save Rainy From The Aliens!

1580 words of silly soft fluffy age and pet regression stuff ft. little Swiss, little Phantom, little Cumulus, kitty Dew, caregiver Cirrus and caregiver Rain.

#swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #dewdrop ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #rain ghoul #little swiss #little phantom #little cumulus #kitty dew #caregiver Cirrus #caregiver Rain #regressed ghouls #the band ghost fanfiction