#Alison loves her ghost dad

[lifedistractions]

Alison knew full well when she bought it that she would be the one to play Risk with the Captain and whomever else he could convince dared to challenge him. Nine hours of taking orders. Phew! If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.

As for the ghosts:

Fanny would say “ladies don’t play war games.” All the while glaring at Alison.

Thomas would immediately declare it tedious and decline but stay in the room to keep Alison company in case she needs support.

Julian would be up for it but get caught cheating and forfeit. Deciding chess was more his speed.

Humphrey would pretend to be sleeping.

Pat would try to stick it out, but when Captain would start taking it too seriously, he would fake incompetence just to finish the game quickly.

Kitty would try to change the game into something “more fun …like Candyland.”

Only Robin would be left. Cunning, stubborn and under estimated, his most formidable opponent.

#ben willbond #ghosts bbc #bbc ghosts #the captain ghosts #risk the board game #six idiots #ghosts #them there #Alison loves her ghost dad

[moonah-rose]

Alison Cooper: I decided to move away from the ghosts. As much as I love them and know they'd have loved watching Mia grow up, it's too difficult to balance being a mother and having a supernatural found family, as well as having to keep gaslighting my husband's family.

Debbie Maddox, who just got back from taking her kids to ride dragons with their Uncle Elf and told their dad they went roller skating: *scoffs* Skill issue.

#bbc ghosts #yonderland #debbie maddox #alison cooper

[sparemintss]

FUCK U MODERN AU’S UR GHOSTS.

The Captain and the Lieutenant met in the army. They retired from there and live together in a small town.

The Captain works in a small war museum alongside Humphrey who is also the local historian

James is a girl dad to Kitty

Thomas is obviously a writer who ends up trying to place his books into the shelves of the local bookshop

Humphrey is also the owner of said bookshop and keeps telling him to stop doing that.

Michael and Alison rented out a property in the small town from Fanny and turned it into an Air BnB

Mary and Annie run a bakery/cafe

Pat obviously runs the Boy Scouts and if it isn’t the summer, he works at the community centre organizing events for the town.

Robin is a park ranger with a love for the stars :’)

Kitty is an aspiring actress and runs a theatre group. She often goes away from the town for work but always comes back from shows during the weekend or if there is time off

Julian was born in the small town and if he isn’t off being morally bankrupt, he often visits the small town and stays with Robin

EDIT I NEEDED TO ADD MORE THINGS I REMEMBERED.

The Captain almost always watched Kitty preform during her opening days on the theatre. If not opening days, then premiere of a movie, if not a movie then the final day of a production she is in as a surprise :’)

#bbc ghosts #capvers #caphavers #the captain #lieutenant havers #thomas thorne #fanny button #ghosts Mary #ghosts Annie #humphrey bone #mike cooper #julian fawcett #robin the caveman #pat butcher #might actually draw this cuz it’s cute #I like this #kitty higham #ghosts modern au

[natjennie]

just. the fact that ghosts is so family oriented it's insane like. the lineage of button house hasn't always been familial so most of the ghosts aren't blood related but family is literally built into the walls and the grounds and.

kitty's family shunned her, abused and manipulated, naive and misunderstanding.

thomas was betrayed by his cousin, the plaque reads "button house" because of the horrible loss of his love, he died alone and a joke.

most of the plague ghosts children died presumably, and the only child ghost we see is jemima.

humphrey was forced to marry someone who didn't love him, tried his best to make her happy and give them both a chance at life, didn't give up on her even when he easily could have turned her in.

fanny's husband killed her out of fear and shame and she kept his secret for so long, reenacting her death every night without rest.

julian was selfish and nearsighted and ruined his chance at a happy family, only realizing everything he could have had once it was already out of reach.

pat's wife cheated on him, he believed his family hated him, made fun of him, didn't respect him, only to find out they've carried on his memory in his absence.

mike's family is dysfunctional and silly and his parents care, too much, and want to do everything they can to help him and make him happy before they can't anymore.

and alison. alison. no mom, no dad, no siblings, brought to button house by an obscure family tie she had no idea existed. and then lucy had the audacity to take advantage of her loneliness, her kindness, her hope. she made alison believe she had found a family member, but wait a second. she's found nine of them.

"im sorry you lost the sister you never had" "youre the sister I never had" like.... they've been family the entire time. they play games together they laugh together they sing together they fight together they grieve together. in persevering, in finding the humanity in supposed monsters, she achieved a family. family family family.

#DO YOU GET IT #julian's 'thats what makes it all so bloody christmassy' #and them singing in the bleak midwinter #that episode might be my favorite full stop #i just... theyre all so #bbc ghosts #im having a ghosts breakdown roxy help

[half-an-hour-hence]

Headcanons For Each Of The Ghosts’s Favourite Thing About Christmas Day

Kitty: Receiving and opening presents, but I also think that she loves to give them to others as well. She gets very happy when someone considers her and has really thought about what she might like, and she loves to see the joy on other people’s faces when they open her presents to them.

Captain: He really enjoys the evenings, after everyone has got over the excitement of the day and there’s a nice lulled atmosphere. The time in between Christmas dinner and watching a movie is the best; he’s got many memories of having wonderful conversations with people during both life and death. Obviously he also thoroughly enjoys the Kings/Queens speech.

Fanny: She likes to go on a walk before opening any presents to admire the day and the changes the season has brought to the grounds of Button House.

Julian: The mere concept of not having to work on Christmas Day was his favourite thing while he was alive. It allowed him to have an excuse as to why he was wasted at 10am. Now he’s not a huge fan of the day, because of the guilt he feels about not being around his family at Christmas.

Robin: Robin loves Christmas movies. Especially Elf. Every year he watches them with the same excitement as he did when he first saw them.

Mary: She loves admiring all of the decorations in the house, especially all of the multicoloured lights. They make her so happy. Sometimes she goes up to the roof to try and spot the twinkle of other lights on houses in the distance.

Humphrey: Humphrey’s favourite thing is the Christmas crackers. He’s always whole during dinner, and he pretends to pull one with Pat. Alison slides the jokes over to where he’s sitting so that he can tell them to everyone. He likes to hear everyone laugh.

Thomas: Aside from the mistletoe, Thomas really enjoys Christmas carols, especially after all the ghosts sang In The Bleak Midwinter with Alison. He practices for weeks before Christmas Day, and then performs a carol (and occasionally a poem, too) after dinner.

Pat: He loves Christmas dinner and the familial feeling that accompanies it. Even though he can’t eat anything anymore, Pat still finds joy in watching Alison and Mike enjoy their meal, and joins in with the conversations the other ghosts are having while sitting around the table. When he was alive, he also loved doing all the stereotypical ‘dad’ stuff that dads do on Christmas - like picking up the wrapping paper and making sure he got every single reaction to opening a present on camera.

Happy Christmas to everyone who celebrates!

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts headcanon #kitty higham #the captain ghosts #julian fawcett #fanny button #mary ghosts #pat butcher #thomas thorne #humphrey bone #robin ghosts

[nortism]

i’ve watched the first four episodes of ghosts s5 and here are my thoughts:

‼️SPOILERS‼️

- the first episode was so funny, i love unhinged alison and pat being unprankable

- omg baby cooper, omg potential ghost seeing baby. i cannot wait for the christmas special

- SCOTTISH THOMAS??? THOMAS ANGUS THORNE!??

- since the captain was the meditator in julian and pat’s north/south debate i am claiming for the midlands. one of us one of us

- also i am shocked that pat and julian have not had this argument before, tory hating pat is real to me

- kitty thinking she’s pregnant when she’s really just displaying signs of neurodivergence, i love you babygirl

- also robin fucking his way through generations of ghosts is so funny to me, i need a full episode dedicated to his former lovers

- fanny saying she admired alison’s spunk when they first met 😭😭 bc bc she never got to be outspoken in her life guyssss i’m so sad

- the kitty death episode was not as sad as anticipated which is making me worried for whatever they’re going to do to the captain

- the thomas, julian, pat and the captain investigation squad was everything to me, they love her so much you guys 😭😭

- also kitty now has a canon surname!!! and she’s directly related to isabelle which we could have guessed but it’s still exciting to me

- i’m becoming more a of kitmas shipper by the second

- was not anticipating the eleanor and barclay redemption?? idk how to feel about it tbh especially the eleanor thing. like i’m glad kitty wasn’t murdered but idk it felt off

- also kitty thinking she was spider-man 😭😭

- mike worrying about being a dad was sweet, he’s gonna be so good (probably)

- BABY SOPHIE AND HUMPHREY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- got to cross seeing another pre alison ghost off my bingo card, im guessing that was godrick??

- robin and sophie 😭😭😭 him wanting to comfort her when her nanny died but not being able to broke me

- can’t believe mike pulled the thing off with the french lady, good for him

- also who did robin learn russian from??? i need more robin lore and i know we’re not gonna get it 😭😭

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers #red lever #bbc ghosts season 5 #bbc ghosts series 5 #bbc ghosts s5 #ghosts bbc #robin bbc ghosts #humphrey bone #kitty bbc ghosts #thomas thorne #the captain #the captain bbc ghosts #pat butcher #julian fawcett #sophie bone #alison copper #mike cooper #fanny button

[quillandrapier]

Alison's story really is more tragic the more you think about it.

It's one thing not having living family on her dad's side but she seems to not have any on her mum's side either. It wouldn't hurt the inheritance thing about Button House either.

Like she lost both parents before she was 30 and while married where was her mum's brother who didn't settle down till his 50's so he spoiled her like her own child and now has kids of his own so her cousins are 20 years younger than her but love her all the same.

Where is her judgy aunt who is impressed she finally moved up in the world but still questions her taste.

Where is her granny, who everyone says shares the same sparkle in her eyes, who everyone dismisses her wild supernatural stories to only realise she may have been speaking truth.

It's tragic but it does mean having Mike's family and the Ghost in her lives is all the more special. It continues the theme of the show of found family present throughout.

#Also it's kinda queer #Anyway Alison I weep for you. #Thank god for the ghosts. #bbc ghosts #alison cooper #alison bbc ghosts #mike cooper #Them There.

[ailendolin]

Grace - The Epilogue

Title: Grace [AO3]

Characters: Thomas, Alison, Mike, Baby Cooper, the Ghosts, the Plague Ghosts

Summary: “Mike and I are going to have a baby.”

Baby Cooper’s arrival at Button Houses changes many things, and all for the better - at least at first. Or as Mary once said: babies can see ghosts sometimes but usually only up until they can walk.

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - Epilogue

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A/N 1: This was written before series 5 so there are no spoilers in it.

A/N 2: I want to use this opportunity to give a huge thank you to everyone who has been following this story for over a year now! Your support means a lot to me! I hope you enjoy the epilogue!

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Grace

The Epilogue

Grace Katherine Cooper has always known she’s just an ordinary girl living a very special life.

She knows that to an outsider, it looks like it’s just her, her mum and her dad living in an old, run-down house in the middle of nowhere, trying to make ends meet by hosting dinner parties, weddings, birthdays and every other kind of celebration one can imagine. Her whole, she’s heard people saying things like, “Oh that poor girl, growing up so isolated,” or, “That child must be so terribly lonely on her own in that big, empty house.” They think she doesn’t hear what they whisper about her and her family behind her back but she does. It’s never really bothered Grace, though. On the contrary – most of the time, it makes her giggle and she has to bite her lip to hide it. Oh, if only they knew …

She’s not surprised people think her childhood is lonely but considering she’s never felt alone for even a second in her life, she finds the pitying looks on everyone’s faces when her mum and dad take her into town more than a little amusing. She may not have any siblings by blood but she has a ghostly sister who likes singing songs with her in the pantry and more than a dozen crazy aunts and uncles who play games with her whenever she gets bored and are the best at making her smile even when she feels like screaming and throwing something against a wall.

She also has Thomas.

Grace knows she shouldn’t have favourites but he is her godfather so she thinks that makes loving him just a little more than the others okay. Her mum reassures her that it is, and that the other ghosts don’t mind her keeping his doll in her bed while theirs sit on the shelf above it, watching over her; or that a large amount of the paintings lining her bedroom walls feature him.

Her mum made those paintings for her over the years and Grace loves every single one of them dearly. Every time she looks at them, she can see herself growing up more loved than most people will ever be in their entire lives. The fact that the ghosts always stay the same in the pictures has often brought her comfort, especially when nightmares about losing her parents startle her awake in the middle of the night. The ghosts are as much a constant in her life as the sun, moon and stars are, and even though she can’t see them like her mum can, Grace knows they are there. She can see it in the flicker of the lamp on her bedside table when she reads and feel it in the gentle touch of fingers on the tip of her nose when she daydreams instead of doing her homework. She can hear it in the faint echoes of an old nursery rhyme ringing through the hallways and smell it in the smoke hanging invisible in the air. The ghosts are always there, always present, and as long as they are, Grace knows she will never have to be afraid of being alone.

That doesn’t mean her life is always easy, though.

The other children don’t understand. They humoured her at first, back in nursery school when they were still young enough to believe in imaginary friends and find the idea of having a ghost family exciting. With the start of primary school that changed. They stopped believing in ghosts, and Grace suddenly found herself being told to stop being childish and grow up. She refused because she was not being childish – her ghosts were real! – and it broke her young heart when slowly, all her friends turned away from her. Only Julie and Emmett stayed, and she was grateful beyond words they still wanted to come over to play hide and seek with her and Kitty in the garden. A part of her knew even back then that they were the best living friends she’ll probably ever have – possibly the only ones, too – and she swore to herself that she would hold onto them as tightly as she could and for as long as they’d let her.

As she grows older, Grace stops telling people about the ghosts. She’s not embarrassed but she’s so tired of everyone calling her and her mum crazy. It makes her blood boil every time until one day, her anger spills over and she punches Kevin McMillan in his smug, little face for saying she’s a witch and should be burned at the stake. Her parents are not happy about it and neither is Grace if she’s being honest. It doesn’t really make her feel better and it solves nothing so the next time someone says something awful to her, she decides to walk away. She has Julie and Emmett who think it’s so cool when Robin makes the lights flicker and Jemima sings for them, and that’s enough.

No, Grace thinks to herself when she hangs up a photograph of the three of them on her wall in-between the paintings of the ghosts. It’s more than enough. It’s all she needs.

Not only do Julie and Emmett accept that the ghosts are real and a huge part of her life, they’re also almost as desperate to communicate with them as she is. While Julian is able to use the laptop – something that often comes in handy when Grace’s mum is not around to translate what the ghosts are saying – his typing is still so terribly slow after all these years that it’s exhausting to have a lengthy conversation that way. So together with Julie and Emmett, Grace tries to find new ways of talking to the ghosts.

Their first idea is inspired by those programmable buttons for dogs and involves an old Ouija board they find in the basement and a lot of little lamps. Julie, being the technical genius she is, somehow attaches one of them to every letter on the board while Grace and Emmett cheer her on and offer her snacks throughout the process. Once she’s done and sure every single lamp works, they go off to find Robin to give the board its first test run.

Robin takes to it like a fish to water.

It only takes him a few tries to figure out how to turn on the different lamps and Grace is absolutely delighted to have her first conversation with him that doesn’t rely on her mum being in the room and repeating what he says or Robin making the lights flicker in Morse Code to get a message across.

(Her mum once told her how proud Pat and the Captain were that she took their recommendation to heart and spent her first summer holiday learning Morse Code. It made the headaches her efforts gave her more than worth it.)

Being her father’s daughter, there comes a point in her life when Grace looks up ghost-hunting devices on the internet, just on the off-chance that one of them might actually work for one of the ghosts she hasn’t been able to talk to directly yet. So when her twelfth birthday comes around, she asks her parents for ghost-hunting equipment rather than conventional presents.

“Oh honey, we already tried that,” her mum tells her with an apologetic look after she has scanned the list Grace has handed her.

“Yeah, we had a bunch of ghost-hunters with all sorts of tools here once. None of them worked,” her dad adds.

Then they pause and share a look that gives Grace hope. “Although the ghosts were boycotting the whole thing at the time so …”

A few days later, just in time for her birthday, two ghost-hunting devices get delivered to their doorstep. Her mum and dad put little bows on them and Grace almost squeals in delight when she sees them waiting for her when she comes home from school. By the time Julie and Emmett arrive an hour later, she’s read the instructions twice and set up the devices in the drawing room, ready and eager to try them out.

“The ghosts are here,” her mum says and then pauses to look at the empty air behind the chessboard. After a moment, she rolls her eyes and adds, “Yes, I’ll tell her that you’re here too. Grace, the villagers want you to know they’re here as well and very excited about the whole thing.”

It warms Grace’s heart.

“Don’t be disappointed if it doesn’t work, though,” her dad cautions just as they’re about to try out the first device: an SLS – Structured Light Sensor – camera which is supposed to make the ghosts visible on a screen in the form of stick figures and give them all an idea of where they are in the room. “It’s a long shot.”

Grace smiles up at him. “I know, Dad. I just want to give it a try. Just in case”

With that, she turns on the device. Despite her dad’s warning, she feels a rush of disappointment when no stick figure appears on the screen. She waves the SLS around the room, even turns around in a circle to make sure she doesn’t miss anything, but the result is the same: screen remains woefully empty.

“Yeah, it’s really a shame,” her mum says in reply to something the ghosts must have said. She’s looking at the fireplace and, figuring it’s worth a try, Grace points the camera in that direction.

Nothing happens.

Hating how upset she feels despite having always known this was a long shot, she is about to turn off the SLS when suddenly, something pops up in the corner of the screen. Her eyes widen in disbelief as she looks up at the empty wall next to the door to the library and back down at the device. Next to her, Julie and Emmett start jumping in excitement.

“Oh my god, it’s working!” Julie says breathlessly.

“Is that Humphrey?” Emmett adds with a tilt of his head.

Grace laughs, giddy and full of relief. “It is!”

Her mum turns to them with a look of surprise. “How did you know?”

They grin and point at the stick figure on the screen. “It’s got no head!”  

Apparently, Humphrey’s head doesn’t find that as funny as they do.

They experiment a little. Her mum asks Thomas to place Humphrey’s head on its body and the moment head and body reunite, the stick figure gains a head as well. But when the head is on its own, it doesn’t show up on the SLS at all, no matter how close Grace gets to it with the device.

Meanwhile, Emmett is furiously scribbling down every little detail of what they learn in the little notebook he always carries around with him when he visits. He’s been recording everything ghosts-related for years now and Grace would be lying if she said she doesn’t find that a little endearing. Apparently, the Captain, Pat and Lady Button approve of his meticulous note keeping. Humphrey on the other hand – the head, that is – seems to be a tad annoyed that the record now shows that only his body can be seen on its own.

“He says it’s unfair and – yeah, no, I’m not going to repeat that,” her mum glowers at the piano.

Julie chuckles and sits down near Humphrey.

“Don’t worry,” she tells him with a smile. Grace can’t help but smile as well because she knows what’s coming. Humphrey’s always been Julie’s favourite. “We still love you, Humphrey.”

There is a beat of silence before her mum says, “Humphrey says thank you.”

The second device they try out is an Ovilus – a small tool with a dictionary mode that’s supposed to allow ghosts to talk to the livings. It’s apparently similar to the spirit box but less annoying – Emmett’s words, not Grace’s.

“This better work,” her dad mutters when he hands the Ovilus to Grace. “That thing cost a small fortune.”

Like with the SLS camera, nothing happens at first when she turns it on. But before disappointment can settle in once more, her mum raises her voice and says, “Not all at once, guys! Please! One at a time.”

Grace assumes the ghosts are quieting down because her mum lets out a relieved sigh and starts calling out their names one by one. She starts with Lady Button, then the Captain, and when it’s finally Thomas’s turn, Grace feels her heart swell with hope. She’s been wanting to talk to him her whole life and this could be her chance. Thomas is an orator, after all; a poet. It would make perfect sense for a device like the Ovilus to work for him.

But nothing happens.  

Her mum moves on to Robin, and Grace mentally kicks herself for forgetting about the first ghosts rule – that logic cannot be applied to the ghosts’ existence and abilities. There is no rhyme or reason to what they can or can’t do. It’s completely unpredictable and in moments like this, Grace really, really hates that that’s how it is.

Looking down at the device in her hand, she wonders if Thomas feels as disappointed as she does right now. She would be ecstatic to talk to any of them, of course, but ever since her mum and dad explained to her why she doesn’t have a brother or sister, she’s been desperate to tell Thomas how sorry she is that she caused him so much pain all those years ago. She knows he never blamed her for that but she still wants to tell him personally without her mum having to be there to speak for him.

She’s so lost in her thoughts that she doesn’t notice her mum moving on to Pat until the device in her hand suddenly pipes up with a surprisingly enthusiastic, “Hello!”

Grace almost drops it in shock.

“Pat?” she asks, breathlessly.

“Oh goodness gracious!” the Ovilus says. “Hello Grace!”

There are tears in her eyes when she looks up at her parents.

“It’s working! It’s working!” she chokes out, stuck somewhere between laughing and crying.

She has her first ever conversation with Pat that day. It’s a little stilted – the Ovilus is far from perfect – but it works and that’s all that matters in that moment.

To everyone’s surprise, Pat is not the only ghost it works for. When they go through the rest of them, just to be sure, the device suddenly crackles to life again when it’s Jean’s turn.

“Hello dear,” it says and this time, Grace does cry.

It’s the best day of her life, and she’s so glad her mum and dad bought the tools on the off-chance that they would work and gave her and the ghosts another way to talk to each other. She can’t imagine a better birthday present.

That night, when she gets ready for bed she does so with a huge smile on her face. Her mum is already waiting in her room when she comes out of the bathroom, and even though she can’t see him, Grace knows Thomas is there as well. She may be twelve now but she’ll never be too old for his stories – that much she swore to herself a long time ago. Tonight’s tale is all about birthdays – of course it is – and Grace can’t help but giggle when her mum starts to sing a quirky Happy birthday at you that is so weird it fits perfectly into the universe Thomas has created for her over a decade ago.

When the story ends, she gives her mum a kiss goodnight and asks Thomas to stay a moment longer. Her mum nods at her and gently closes the door on her way out. Taking a deep breath, she addresses the empty air at the foot of her bed where she knows Thomas likes to perch. “I’m sorry none of the devices worked for you. I was hoping at least one would but I suppose it’s a miracle they worked at all.”

She imagines the sound of a soft sigh and sad brown eyes looking down at the bloody cuff of an otherwise pristine white shirt.

“It still sucks, though,” she continues quietly, and the heavy silence in the room seems to agree with her. Still, she wouldn’t be her parents’ daughter if she gave up so easily. “Maybe we just haven’t found the right tool yet. We’ll keep trying, Thomas. I promise.”

Her eyes stray to the painting of him that hangs opposite her bed, the one in which he is smiling a little bashfully. It’s her favourite, along with the regal one her mum made years before she’d been born, and she hopes her words make him smile a little like that right now.

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In the following months, her parents do their best to help her keep her promise but no matter which ghost-hunting device they try, none of them works for Thomas. Grace has always considered herself an optimist but when a year goes by and her thirteenth birthday comes and goes without her having found a way to talk to Thomas, she begins to lose hope that it’s ever going to happen. She tries to make her peace with that. It’s all she can do at that point – accept that it just isn’t meant to be.

Then, a week into the new year, Julie remarks with a thoughtful look, “Maybe the right tool just hasn’t been invented yet?”

Her brother raises his eyebrow at her. “And I suppose we’ll be the ones who’ll build it?”

Julie snorts. “We? God, no. But I’m going to have a crack at it.”

And she does. Almost every week, she comes up with a new idea that’s both ingenious and insane, and even though none of them end up working in the end, Grace is grateful beyond words that she has friends who are willing to pour their hearts and souls into helping her talk to a ghost. Not to mention a dad who is more than happy to help them tinker around and build crazy things from scratch. It makes her feel a little better in the face of all this disappointment.

“You know,” her mum begins one evening after another failed attempt that involved their toaster and an old radio her dad found in the basement. Grace can already tell from her tone that she’s not going to like what she’s about to say. “Thomas says it’s okay if you want to focus on something else for a while. You and your friends have been trying to build something for over a year now – maybe it’s time to give it a little rest?”

Grace was right: she does not like this at all.

“I promised him I would keep trying,” she says stubbornly.

“I know,” her mum sighs and looks to her left where Thomas is presumably standing. “But he doesn’t want your life to revolve around him. There’s so much more to it, and he’s missing watching you play the piano and compose songs.”

Grace hasn’t even noticed but she knows in her heart that Thomas is right: she has been neglecting her hobbies. Even though she tries, she can’t even remember the last time she sat down and turned her feelings into verses and melodies. Her fingers start to itch for a pen and the smooth texture of old piano keys under her hands, and she suddenly finds herself missing Emmett’s thoughtful suggestions to her lyrics and the peaceful look on Julie’s face when she listens to a particularly goosebump-inducing chord progression.

Knowing Thomas was there for it all and found as much joy in it as she did, makes it a little easier to agree to put a hold on ghost-hunting devices for a while.

“All right,” she says softly before she looks up at where she thinks Thomas is standing. “But I’m not giving up completely.”

She can tell from her mum’s reaction that Thomas is smiling.

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Julie and Emmett are more than a little surprised when Grace tells them about it the next time they see each other.

“But it’s been so much fun!” Julie whines, her eyes pleading with her not to give it up.

In the end, they compromise: once a week on Saturdays, Julie gets to spend the afternoon tinkering in the shed under the observation of Grace’s dad while Grace and Emmett pour over verses and music notes in front of the fire in the drawing room. Sometimes, when Emmett brings his violin along, they move over to the piano and practise together for an hour or two, and Grace has to admit that it feels good to play music with her best friend again. She can’t know for sure, of course, but she likes to think that Thomas is sitting next to her by the piano on those afternoons, clapping his hands with pride when they finish a song and smiling encouragingly whenever her fingers stumble on the keys. Every now and then, she glances over to her left at the empty air next to her, and there’s always that feeling of regret tugging at her heart in those moments because she knows it’s all just in her head and that she will never get to actually see him smile at her.

Or so she thought.

Winter is in full force by the end of February when she realises something feels different. Grace can’t quite put her finger on what it is exactly until she goes to the bathroom that afternoon and sees the specks of blood on her underwear. It takes her a moment to realise what that means, and when she does, she calls for her mum with barely controlled panic.

She should have known her mum wouldn’t come to her aid alone.

“Mary says, and I quote: Oh, she be a woman now,” her mum tells her with a grin as she hands her a fresh pair of underpants and a pad through the crack of the bathroom door.

Grace shuts the door in her face with a groan.

She doesn’t want to be a woman – she’s not ready to be a grown-up yet and she certainly doesn’t feel like one. It’s weird to think that, theoretically, she could have a baby now. A real, living human child.

Yeah no, definitely not, Grace thinks with a shudder as she washes her hands.

When she has calmed down enough to go downstairs, Robin’s Ouija board is blinking like crazy in the drawing room. She feels a gentle pressure on her shoulders and lets Julian guide her to it. C-O-N-G-R-A-T-U-L-A-T-I-O-N-S Robin spells out. Grace feels her face flush but before she can do more than grow beet red from embarrassment, Julian steers her towards the Ovilus.

“Hello!” Pat says the moment she turns on the device. “Mary told – what happened!”

The tone of the Ovilus changes slightly, indicating that Jean has taken over. “If you have – questions about – we are here for you.”

Grace glances over at her mum, mortified. “Do they all know?”

Her mum nods, unable to hide her amusement. “More or less. Jemima is asking what’s going on.”

No way is Grace going to explain that to her ghostly friend. Judging by the way her mum’s expression slowly turns into one of horror, she doesn’t seem to have to. “Oh no, Julian, don’t you dare–“

In the end, it’s  Lady Button who ends up explaining periods to Jemima Grace honestly doesn’t know if that’s better or worse. What she does know, however, is that this is one of those rare moments when she doesn’t envy her mum her gift at all. The last thing she needs is hearing Lady Button talk about the birds and the bees and the others oversharing their own thoughts on the matter at every opportunity. The day had been traumatising enough already.

When she goes to bed that night, her dad is there to tuck her in. Grace is a little surprised to see him instead of her mum but it feels nice to have him pull up the blankets around her shoulders for once and press a kiss to her forehead.

“How are you holding up, kiddo?” he asks with a gentle smile that iputs her frayed nerves at ease.

“Okay, I guess? It’s just … weird. I don’t feel any different but I am, aren’t I?”

Her dad’s smile softens. “You’re growing up, love. That doesn’t mean you haveto be a grown up right now, or that you have to feel like one. It’s okay to still be a child.” His eyes twinkle when he adds, “And you know you’ll always be my baby girl, no matter what.”

“Even when I’m sixty and my hair is going grey?” Grace asks softly.

“Even then,” her dad reassures her.

His words manage to soothe the tightly coiled thing full of worry and fear that’s been sitting heavily on her chest all day. Chuckling wetly, Grace flings herself into his arms and buries her head in his chest. There’s no safer place in the world than in her dad’s arms, and when he kisses the top of her head, she closes her eyes and smiles against his shirt. “Love you, dad.”

“I love you too, Gracie,” he whispers against her hair and tightens his hold.

When they pull back, Grace can’t help feeling a little embarrassed but her dad knows how to deal with that too: he ruffles her hair, messes up the carefully made braids and Grace squirms out of his arm, all the while laughing.

He grins but lets her go. There’s a moment of quiet as she catches her breath before she asks, rather timidly, “Will Mum and Thomas come to say goodnight?”

Her dad’s face softens. “Of course they will. They wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

But he also tells her that today threw Thomas a little, and that her mum is talking to him about it right now; that change like this is difficult for him, and her growing up feels just a bit too much like she is slipping through his fingers again. Grace would think that’s absurd – after all, nothing’s really changed; she’s still the same person she was when she woke up that morning – if she didn’t know how impossible it is for him and the others to hold onto the people they care about. Life, inevitably, passes them by. What feels like an eternity to her is just a blip in time for them. Seeing her grow older – being reminded of how much time has passed and that she’s not that little baby they all cooed over anymore – must be both heart-breaking and terrifying for them, doomed as they are to watch it happen while they stay the same.

There’s the soft sound of a throat being cleared and when Grace looks over to the door, she finds her mum holding up a hot water bottle. “Ready for your bedtime story?”

Grace smiles and scoots over so her mum can join them on the bed. She wonders what kind of story Thomas will tell her today as she settles down, and is not disappointed when it turns out to be a childhood tale about one of the Elders. It’s full of love, understanding and acceptance, and all about how different one’s life can be after meeting the right person.

Grace knows she already has the right people in her life – her parents, the ghosts and, of course, Julie and Emmett. She was fortunate enough to meet them all very early and can’t imagine ever needing anyone else to be happy.

“I love you,” she says when the story is over and Thomas and her parents say goodnight.

Her mum and dad share a smile. “We love you too, sweetheart.”

“And so does Thomas,” her mum adds with a soft look towards the foot of the bed. “He bids you goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Grace whispers and curls around the hot water bottle. Just before she closes her eyes, she catches a glimpse of warm brown eyes and a soft, melancholic smile. Her dad turns off the light and she shakes her head. She must be more tired than she thought if her mind is playing tricks on her like that.

————

It’s still dark outside when she wakes up the next morning. There’s only the thinnest line of pale blue light on the horizon, heralding the arrival of a wintry sunrise that makes Grace wish spring would hurry up and allow the world to burst back into colour again. She’s so tired of icy skies and snow-covered landscapes.

Since it’s a Sunday, she takes her time getting ready. By the time she heads downstairs for breakfast, the sun is already beginning to tentatively peak over the horizon in the distance, making the fields glitter with frost and snow in the weak light. A deer is grazing in the cold morning air and Grace briefly hopes Uncle Barclay isn’t out and about with his shotgun again. Not because the deer would be in danger – according to her dad, Uncle Barclay has been famously missing his targets for years now – but because she knows the sound would upset Thomas and she doesn’t want that.

“Morning Mum, morning Dad,” she mumbles around a yawn as she enters the kitchen. She plops down onto her chair and reaches for her glass of orange juice.  

Her parents exchange a fond, amused look.

“Sleep well?” her dad asks as he hands her a plate with toast and omelette.

“Like a baby,” Grace tells him truthfully. She looks over at her mum. “Thanks again for the hot water bottle. It really helped.”

Her mum smiles. “You’re welcome, love.”

Before she can say anything else, Kitty bursts through the wall with an excited, “Alison! Have you looked outside yet? It snowed again last night! Can you ask Grace if we can make snow angels together later? Please? It was so much fun last time!”

“Sure we can,” Grace absentmindedly says around a mouthful of toast before she starts digging into her omelette.

She only notices something’s wrong when her dad gives her a very confused look. “Can do what?”

Grace blinks. She looks up from her plate, looks at her dad, then at her mum and finally at the young woman in the pretty pink dress who is staring at her with wide eyes full of wonder. “Kitty?”

“Oh gosh!” Kitty exclaims and promptly turns around to run from the room.

Grace stares after her, not quite convinced she isn’t still lying in her bed, dreaming, when her mum whispers in a tone of wonder, “Did you just … see her?”

Grace is unable to tear her eyes away from the empty space where Kitty just stood. “I think so?”

There’s a tense moment of silence as it slowly sinks in what that means. Then her dad groans. “And we’re back to me being the only one who can’t see ghosts. Great.”

He says it so dramatically that Grace can’t help but laugh. Even to her own ears it sounds a little hysterical. She wonders if that’s what going into shock feels like.

“This can’t be a coincidence,” her mum says with a meaningful look towards her that Grace doesn’t understand at first. She didn’t fall out of any windows or down any stairs and cracked her head open, didn’t have any near-death experiences in the last 24 hours at all, let alone in the thirteen years before. It just doesn’t make sense. She shouldn’t be able to see the ghosts. Nothing has changed since yesterday except–

Oh, Grace thinks and places a hand over her cramping stomach. “Do you think–?”

“What else could it be?” her mum asks.

Her dad glances between them. “All right, time out. Since when does getting your period mean you can see ghosts?”

“It doesn’t, not normally.” Her mum glances at her with a curious look on her face. “But she’s not a normal kid, is she, Mike? She’s my kid. What if my gift is in her genes?”

“And puberty triggered it?” her dad asks sceptically.

Her mum holds up her hands and shrugs. “Do you have a better explanation?”

Grace can tell by the look on her dad’s face that he has not. She hasn’t either. What her mum says makes sense, in a our lives are so weird already so why shouldn’t this be possible too? kind of way. And it’s that thought, that moment of realisation that nothing is truly impossible in this house that makes the whole thing truly, undeniably sink in. She saw Kitty. She can see ghosts!

Before any excitement has a chance to bubble over, doubts creep into her mind. Because can she, actually? Can she see ghosts, plural, or is it perhaps just Kitty she can see? Not that that would be disappointing – far from it. It would be so much more than she’d ever thought possible but Grace needs to know.

Omelette and toast forgotten, she stands up from the table so abruptly she startles her parents. “We need to find the ghosts. I need to–”

“I know,” her mum says and stands up too. With a sigh that sounds more amused than resigned, her dad follows them out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

They haven’t even reached the drawing room yet when she starts to hear them: a cacophony of voices, all talking over each other, with Kitty’s rising above them all, insisting, “I swear it! She saw me! She looked right at me and she talked to me!”

Grace stops just shy of the door and lets it all wash over her: the Captain’s voice, less stern than she remembers; Pat’s desperate attempts to calm everyone down; Robin’s rough half-sentences as he tells Kitty she must be wrong because he’s been around long enough to know something like this doesn’t happen; Julian’s call for order that sounds just like her mum’s impression of him and makes her smile; Mary’s old way of talking that turns singulars into plurals in the most peculiar ways; Humphrey’s cautious optimism that Jemima tentatively agrees with; Fanny’s sceptical huffs as she joins forces with Robin and tries to be the voice of reason; and finally the villagers’ excited voices that become so entangled Grace has no hope of making out who’s who.

“I can hear them,” she whispers in relief. She looks up at her mum and doesn’t care when a tear drops down her face. “Mum, I can hear all of them.”

It’s the best feeling in the world, and the only thing that could possibly top it would be being able to see them too. So Grace takes a deep breath and slowly opens the door. All the beloved faces she knows from her mum’s paintings turn to look at her at once. The ghosts seem to hold their breaths – unnecessary but so endearing – as she lets her gaze roam over them. She soaks up every little detail, every hesitant and hopeful smile in stunned silence until finally Pat steps forward and gives her a tentative wave. “Hello, Grace.”

The dam breaks. Grace laughs and lets the tears well over. The room blurs around her and so do the ghosts but she can see them stepping closer, surrounding her like they have all her life except now they’re not just pictures on her walls. They’re real – beautifully, undeniably real. Some of them are crying along with her and reaching out their hands as if to comfort her, and it feels like coming home in the most perfect way Grace could have possibly imagined.

“Hi,” she manages to choke out and laughs again when a chorus of hi’s and hello’s greets her in answer.

“See? I told you I didn’t make it up,” Kitty says with a triumphant grin before she turns to Grace and claps her hands excitedly. “Oh, I’m so glad we finally get to talk to each other! I have so much to tell you!”

Her words remind Grace of all the things she’s been dying to tell the ghosts herself, and one ghost in particular. She lets her eyes wander over them, desperate to find brown curls and warm brown eyes among the sea of the familiar faces. Her heart sinks when she realises he’s not there.

“Where is Thomas?” she asks. The question comes out trembling and her worry only grows when the ghosts go silent and look at each other. In that moment, she knows exactly how her mother felt all those years ago when Thomas vanished without trace. The mere thought that he could be gone before she could see him again, that she’s missed her chance, that he’s–

“Didn’t he say he wanted to watch the sunrise this morning?” Nigel pipes up suddenly, and the rush of relief Grace feels at his words makes her knees feel so weak she has to hold onto the nearest chair for a moment. She looks out of the window, sees the warm glow of the sun stretching over the grounds that are as familiar to her as the house, and wonders if he’ll be at the lake or the well.

She doesn’t stop to ask. Without thinking about what she’s doing, she turns around and runs out of the house. Her breath freezes in the cold morning air; she’s only wearing her slippers and didn’t stop to grab her coat but Grace barely notices. She’s running across the lawn as fast as she can, the frozen grass and snow cracking under her feet, and when a look into the walled garden reveals an empty well, she changes course and heads straight for the lake without stopping to catch her breath.

Her heart is pounding in her chest when it finally comes into view. She slows down and blinks against the sun. It takes her eyes a moment to adjust to the glare but suddenly, between one blink and the next, she can make out a dark silhouette against the bright orange glow.

“Thomas,” she breathes and feels a smile tugging at her lips.

Sunlight is shining through the wound that took his life, making him look more ethereal and ghost-like than her mum’s paintings ever managed to convey. He stands perfectly still, his breath turning to mist in the morning air in front of him with every slow exhale, and Grace wishes he would turn around so she could see his face. So she calls out his name, louder this time, and picks up her pace. As she runs across the frozen meadow towards him, she feels as close to a soldier returning from war to her loved one as she probably ever will, and when he finally – finally – turns to look at her, she could have wept with happiness.

Thomas’s eyes widen a fraction before a frown full of worry replaces the surprise on that gentle, loving face she knows so well. “Grace! What are you doing out here? Goodness me, you don’t even have proper shoes on!”

Grace can tell by the helpless look he casts behind her that he hasn’t realised yet that she can see him. He is hoping for her mum to appear and fix whatever is wrong, and that more than anything makes her heart ache. Because despite it all he is still talking to her as if she never lost the ability to see him, as if she can still talk back. Grace had no idea and the realisation that he never gave that up, not even after all these years, makes her steps falter in the snow.

“Alison?” Thomas shouts and begins to scan the field behind her with increasing urgency. “Alison! Damn your eyes, where are you? Alison! Something’s wrong with Grace!”

His fear, worry and love for her come together in a crescendo of emotion that makes his voice hitch and tremble. He is so clearly torn between staying with her and finding her mum that Grace feels more tears well up in her eyes. Thomas looks at her in alarm.

“Gracie, please. I – I don’t know how to help you. I physically can’t.”

He sounds so distraught that she finally manages to swallow around the lump in her throat.

“It’s all right, Thomas. Nothing’s wrong with me. Quite the opposite, actually.” Thomas freezes. He looks as if he’s seen a ghost and the irony of that isn’t lost on Grace. She gives him a shy, little wave. “It’s good to see you.”

His face goes slack. For a heartbeat or two, he’s just staring at her, completely still. Then he whispers brokenly, “Grace?”

Her name hangs in the air between them, as fragile as the frost under her feet. Warmly, Grace smiles up at him. “Hello, Thomas.”

Thomas lets out the softest, “Oh,” she has ever heard, full of wonder, hope and disbelief.

Behind her, Grace can hear her mum and dad running across the field towards them but she doesn’t turn around, doesn’t look away from Thomas who keeps opening and closing his mouth as if he wants to say a thousand things but can’t find the right words. His hands are trembling at his sides and a moment later, his face crumples. Without warning, his shoulders begin to shake and he sinks down into the fresh snow. He hides his face in his hands, unable to stifle his emotions. The sound he makes is so awfully raw that Grace falls to her knees beside him, helplessly. “Thomas.”

There is a blur of movement next to her and then Jean is at Thomas’s side. She wraps an arm around his shoulders, holds him tight and together in a way Grace cannot and never will, not even with her newfound power. Thomas is crying in earnest now, and one by one the other ghosts join him on the ground. They don’t just surround him with their presence; they surround him with their love. It’s both beautiful and heart-breaking to watch, and Grace wonders if that’s how it was when they found him all those years ago too.

Something heavy lands on her shoulder. She glances up at her mum and dad, grateful for the warm winter coat they’re bundling her up in but even more grateful for the hug that follows. Looking back at Thomas, she hears his broken sobs, sees the way he buries his face in Jean’s shoulder and thinks this is the first time she truly understands what losing her did to him all those years ago. Right now, he isn’t the elegant poet from the portrait on her bedroom wall or the silly storyteller from her bedtime ritual. He is a young, broken man who has just gotten back a piece of his heart he’d thought forever lost.

“Thomas,” she says again. “Look at me? Please?”

He sucks in a ragged breath and slowly raises his head, unable to say no to her. His eyes are shining with tears, and his silent, desperate plea of Please let this be real feels as loud as if he had shouted it.

Grace smiles at him through her own tears. “I’m here. I promise, I’m here and I can see you.”

“She really can, mate,” Pat says softly.

“Praise be,” Mary adds with a smile.

Thomas sniffs and wipes his face on the bloody cuff of his shirt. “How is that even possible?”

“Long story,” Grace says. “I’ll explain it all later.”

“Okay,” he whispers and takes another shaking breath. “I never gave up hope – you have to know that, Gracie – but I didn’t think–“ He cuts himself off with a shake of his head. Biting his lip, he does his best to pull himself together before he continues in that soft voice Grace remembers from her earliest memories, “I love you so much. More than words can say. I’ve never stopped, not even when–”

He breaks off again and Grace wishes so badly she could hold him like the ghosts can.

“I know,” she promises him instead. “I’ve always known. And I love you too. I’m just sorry it took me so long to tell you.”

He smiles and shakes his head even as his breath hitches. “You’ve told me in plenty of ways, Grace; every single day.”

That may be true but Grace knows he needed to hear it anyway and probably would again. That is okay, though – they have all the time in the world now.

What an incredible thought.

————

That night, after her mum and dad have tucked her in and kissed her goodnight, they leave her bedroom with matching smiles on their faces. It’s the first time in twelve years that her mum doesn’t stay for Storytime, and Grace is so giddy with excitement she almost feels like a toddler again. She might be thirteen years old now but Storytime with Thomas is one of her earliest and fondest memories and she’s been waiting to hear him – actually, physically hear him – tell her another story for over a decade now. Even though she spent the whole day talking and laughing with the ghosts, it feels a little surreal that the moment is finally here and Grace pinches herself just to make sure she isn’t dreaming.

She’s not.

Reassured, she takes a deep breath and glances towards the foot of her bed. Thomas is sitting exactly where she always imagined he’d be, perched on the very edge of the mattress. He is quiet – a little too quiet, Grace thinks – as he stares down at his hands in his lap. His fingers are restlessly worrying the bloody cuff of his shirt, making him look nervous, as if he’s not quite sure what he’s supposed to do now that she can see him.

It’s utterly endearing.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” Grace says quietly, hoping it will put him at ease.

Thomas glances up and the look of surprise on his face makes her heart ache. “Really?”

She nods. “Mum did a good job but your voice … I still remember it from all those years ago. It’s probably the most soothing thing I’ve ever heard.”

He swallows hard and looks back down at his hands. “I feared you were only indulging me all this time.”

“Never,” Grace says fiercely. She patiently waits until he looks at her again, and when he does, she offers him a soft smile. “Will you tell me a bedtime story, Thomas?”

As the stars twinkle in the endless sky outside, Thomas begins to spin a tale of a lonely clown who only ever wanted to make people laugh. There is cake-stealing involved, and a war, and Grace can’t help but giggle when the clown ends up at a children’s birthday party and Thomas acts out all the silly faces and funny noises he makes.

Growing up, she thinks when the story ends and Thomas softly bids her goodnight, isn’t so bad after all.

#thomas thorne #alison cooper #mike cooper #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts fanfic #my fic #bbc ghosts babyfic

[thatgordongirl]

So I was looking at the board Alison made of the Ghosts. I’ve always tried to read Pat’s article fully but of course there’s parts blocked out so we are going off what I can see. Idk if anyone else has done this but I’m going to weigh in. 

Of course it is notable who his mother is, Maureen, since she has a connection between Pat and his grandfather. However, his father is either unmentioned or behind the sticky note. It seems important that the two people mentioned are Maureen and Gerald (his grandfather) while Carol and Daley aren’t brought up at all. We know since Pat was 39 in 1984 that he was most likely born in 1945, and we can see that Gerald was a Scoutmaster from 1948 to 1963, putting Pat between the ages of 3 to 18. Pat is said to have been an assistant to his grandfather. 

Now, Pat’s organisation and routine compulsion is so intertwined with his personality that he doesn’t understand why people break routine at all. For someone who was so happy and joyful, you’d think he’d have been more open to spontaneity in his life. Perhaps all that time spent with Gerald in his younger years developed into compulsions. Pat’s excusing of Carol’s cheating implies that he has had to learn to let transgressions slide, which of course comes back to Maureen. 

Pat has two conflicting aspects of himself. There’s the positive, blissfully ignorant dad who loves his job and is devoted to his wife, and the heartbroken, under the surface angry husband who’s compulsions and comfortable lies help regulate the emotions he can’t cope with on his own. The way his thinking developed means that he can exist in the limbo of knowing something terrible has happened but having the mindset of it never occurring. He can’t talk about death, he can’t accept his wife cheating on him, he hasn’t been instilled with coping mechanisms. 

Spending his early years in routine and isolation would be similar to the army, showing the parallels with Captain. But Pat had Maureen, who may have been flawed but could have had a positive mindset. Perhaps they had their own problems in the family but Maureen tried to keep them quiet as not to upset Pat, and he interpreted it as pushing down issues and pretending to be unaware of them makes everything better. It would have been done out of worry for Pat’s heart without considering the way it would affect his head. 

Just a quick little etymology note- Patrick and Maureen both have Irish roots, so either Pat has a relative he’s named after or Maureen specifically picked it to represent her. Gerald has Germanic roots. Also, I wonder if the reason Pat thought drinking under the influence of ‘a few pints’ meant that he was raised that way, ergo, Maureen or Gerald drank. Maybe his father did. 

#bbc ghosts #pat butcher #jim howick #purely speculation don’t quote me #I like focusing more on the possibilities than fact fight me

[msweebyness]

Miraculous Second Gen- School for Monstrous Youths (My Characters)

Hey, ya’ll! These are the first set of kids from the Monstrous Youths AU! I figured I’d let Artzy post the kids for their OC couples on their own time! Enjoy! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Polycule:

Emma:

Voodoo Doll/Human Hybrid, Adrinette

She/Her

Age 15

As clumsy as her (bio) mom

Still has a ton of energy, but must be more careful due to voodoo powers

Struggles with some OCD

Influencer for monster-made products

Louie:

Vampire/Dragon Hybrid, Lukagami

He/Him

Age 14

Can see people’s auras

Musician like his (bio) dad, super mellow

Struggles with hoarding like his bio mom

Kinda the family therapist

Hugo:

Voodoo Doll/Vampire Hybrid, Lukanette

He/Him

Age 10

Emerging Himbo still

Wants to play sports, but can’t do contact due to voodoo powers

Sometimes forgets about said powers

Loves going bat mode

Best friends with Hector

Alison:

Dragon/Human Hybrid, Adrigami

She/Her

Age 6

Only hoards items that symbolize significant memories

As stoic as Kagami

Intelligent for her age but doesn’t talk much

Scariest dragon glare ever

Alyno:

Cecily “CeCe”:

Ghost/Stein Hybrid

She/Her

Age 16

Super driven, like her mom

Has a bit of a problem with remembering to knock before phasing through a door

Runs a monster activism news site

Always arguing with her brother

Loses track of her limbs often

Cody:

Ghost/Stein Hybrid

He/Him

Age 16

Gives off ectoplasmic static when excited

Really chill, but does meditation to help with anxiety

Plays the keyboard, and writes a comic series about a group of hybrid monster spies

Really wants to ask June out

Julerose:

Marek:

Vampire/Angel Hybrid, Bio Mom Juleka with a donor

He/They

Age 17

Incredibly shy like Jules, but has a love for all things cute

Flying helps him calm down

Learning guitar from his uncle

Will stab someone who threatens their loved ones

Dating Vicki

Myvan:

Juniper “June”:

Plant Monster/Yeti Hybrid

She/Her

Age 16

Mega blunt like her father, but with her mom’s caring demeanor

Has a fierce yeti temper and WILL throw rocks

RBF for days

Activist for the environment and monster rights

Gets tangled in her vines

Wants to ask Cody out but nerves are a thing

Hector:

Plant Monster/Yeti Hybrid

He/Him

Age 10

Gentle giant like his dad

Speaks too quiet to hear most of the time

Loves working with plants and animals

Fidgets with his vines when nervous

Best friends with Hugo

NathMarc:

Elicia:

Moth Creature/Werecat Hybrid, Bio Dad Marc with a surrogate

She/Her

Age 17

Sassiest lil missy, must be the werecat genes

A very talented sculptor

High-functioning autism, limited emotional expression

Spooks at loud noises, like Marc

Has a crush on Destiny

Kimdine:

Victoria “Vicki”:

Aquatic Monster/Werewolf Hybrid

She/Her

Age 17

Has the energy of three people

Fastest swimmer in the region, and a track and field star

Models for Mari’s fashion label, has a good number of fans

Herbo, but like, book-smart

Dating Marek

Nicolette “Nikki”:

Aquatic Monster/Werewolf Hybrid

She/Her

Age 13

Much more subdued and reserved than her fam

Voice of reason mixed with deadpan snarker

Really tech savvy, makes her own software

Really fast swimmer like her sister, and super agile

Besties with River

Alix:

River:

Manticore, Adopted at 1

They/Them

Age 13

Snarkiest lil shit, it’s why they and Nikki get along

Daredevil like their mama, they do extreme sports together

Really smart, makes top grades

Wonders about their birth parents sometimes, but loves Alix and wouldn’t trade being with her

Has to be careful with their tail spines

Breckvie:

Destiny:

Centaur/Siren Hybrid

She/Her

Age 17

Only one of the three with the power of siren song

Loves to sing but has to be careful with her powers

Proper lady like her mama, manners are impeccable

Sweetest girl alive, takes care of people out of instinct

Has a crush on Elicia

Reagan:

Centaur/Siren Hybrid

She/Her

Age 12

Only one with the full lower body of a horse

School’s sprinting champ

Herbo™️

Crazy good cook, big Kronk vibes

Daddy’s Girl

Milo:

Centaur/Siren Hybrid

He/Him

Age 9

Wants to be a vet, adopts random animals

Ray of sunshine 24/7

Has hooves and wings, and a good singer

Very perceptive for his age

Jessthony:

Warren:

Daemon, Adopted at 3

He/They

Age 15

Super shy, but has a quiet snarkiness

Mari’s design protégé, fashion sense is on point

Always fidgeting, usually has stim toys

Starting a foundation for abandoned daemon kids like himself and his Dad

Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs! Enjoy the monster kiddies!

#miraculous ladybug #school for monstrous youths #monster high au #future kids #mlb ocs #mlb AU

[the-spider-0]

MMU AS BBC GHOSTS HEADCANONS

Ok so firstly who's who:

Hazel - Alison

Daisy - Thomas

Beanie - Kitty (that feels rlly weird to say)

Kitty - Fanny

Lavinia - Julian

Amina - Mary (I STRUGGLED SO MUCH WITH WHO AMINA WOULD BE AND I JUST SETTLED ON MARY SINCE SHE WAS THE LAST ONE 😭😭)

Aleksandr (mmu discord coerced me into spelling it like this and i havent looked back)- Mike

George - The Captain

May - Robin

Nuala - Humphrey

Eric - Pat

Button House is obviously Fallingford

We're gonna say for this that it was a very distant relative of Aleksandr's who fled Russia alongside his grandmother (Countess Demidovskoy) and left Fallingford to the Countess

The Countess decided to give it to Aleksandr for a place to live in England so he doesn't have to go back to America and deal with his family trying to get him to take over his dad's company

Hazel and Aleksandr are married and have decided they're going to live in England

Just like in the show, Lavinia pushes Hazel out the window causing her neck injury and, Lavinia being Lavinia, feels no remorse whatsoever

Hazel finds that she sees May like a wee sister

since I hc the Countess as a very Orthodox Christian I feel she may have rubbed off on Aleksandr a bit and so when Hazel tells him she can see ghosts he isn't just as on board as Mike is

he then whips out the rosaries and holy water and begins blessing the house with the Russian blessings his grandmother taught him even though he isn't even that religious

all the ghosts just stood watching him, Daisy making fun of the length of his arms

Eric carries Nuala's head around most of the times and tries to stop the others (May, Lavinia, and Daisy) from playing football with her

quite often they would just sit down and talk about their lives with each other and would occasionally gossip about the other ghosts

Kitty is nicer than how Fanny actually is and when Hazel has gotten over the fact that she can see ghosts, Kitty gets Hazel to tell her everything about what's trending and how her and Aleksandr met

Eric, Beanie and Nuala have dance parties every week and always try to get George to join in

George follows Aleksandr around and pretends as if he's Aleksandr's second in command

Daisy becomes extremely melodramatic about Hazel and constantly tells her how they're literally like Sherlock and Watson and how Hazel should unalive herself so they could run off the the holiday home in Fallingford grounds and start a new afterlife together where they're hopelessly in love

Hazel constantly has to tell her that she is happily alive and married

Aleksandr does a seance sooner than Mike does it in the series and ends up seeing a shadow of a rat and smelling burning due to Amina walking through him to follow the rat and freaks out

Amina then has to go get Hazel to restore Aleksandr to normal

George and Lavinia meet up in the library every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday evenings to talk about mostly politics but also other things and they tell the other ghosts they're having a "grown ups meeting" and no one else is allowed

These "grown ups meetings" quite frequently involve Lavinia getting Aleksandr's computer and them both cyberbullying with Lavinia teaching George modern slang

Beanie's sister is Clementine and that's why no one liked her and poor Beanie had to go through a hard time after her mum died

BARCLAY IS UNCLE FELIX

Aleksandr shared his wagon wheel with him

Daisy had a big fat crush on Hazel (if it isn't obvious with her being Thomas)

George also has a big fat crush on Aleksandr but isn't just as obvious and dramatic as Daisy and the only ghost to actually notice this is Lavinia

Kitty's husband is Hugo and he pushed her out the window after creating a manwich with the butler and the gardener

i have been thinking abt this for ages and I've finally done it and let me know if you want a part two!!

also I am literally just thinking about Lavinia as Julian like it's just so perfect thinking about it makes me so happy I don't know why

#murder most unladylike #mmu #robin stevens #bbc ghosts #tmua #the ministry of unladylike activity #I'm on the verge of rewriting the whole of ghosts with mmu characters

[liamtheshark7]

My ranking of Christmas specials

Also OK ranking of Christmas specials

First place : is it called its behind you??? I'm not sure the one with the panto I do thethre so I loved it and pats thing was very cute and the Christmas presents! Alison gifts like I do I remember everything you have ever said znd get you a gift very personalised I love her the captain as the fairy God mother was so cute they where all so good and Robin comforting pat in that scene I love Robin such a wise guy and the plague ghosts watching the panto where very funny I love them

Second place: The ghost of Christmas? Think its called Julian with the baby was cute and caption with the queen curtains and all that and twist it ! I loved that and it had sweet messages and the Carol scene is one of the best over all cute!! The Carol scene was amazing because it showed how much of a family Alison and the ghosts have become like Alison dose not have much family but the ghosts are her family and she gets her family Christmas moment with them and its wonderful I also little detail but I think it's important is that Thomas is the first to sing with her and he was focusing all day on the misltoe and getting a kiss from Alison hut I think this moment for him was him going this May not be they relationship I want but I still love them I love my family and still want to have times with them.

Third place: He came! I loved kitty's plot with thinking he was santa and her dad's (cap + julaim have a vit of a father relationship with her mainly cap) not wanting to tell her was so cute and the story was quite good also like fanny back story and that guy nicklaus (can't spell the guys name it's the same name as santa has I just can't spell it sorrys) that was a cool plot qnd it had a nice ending Also the captain was funny with the guy being navy we love fanny's back story "it's still the same girl underneath" yes

Forth place: A Christmas gift the finel idk not viewing it as the finel but just as a Christmas episode for a sec ok I did not have much Christmas I would have liked more ik we had robins thing but I wanted more focus on Christmas and the ghosts I wish they shortened Betty's story and had more ghost Christmas moments

#bbc ghosts #them there #six idiots #the captain #mary bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts humphrey #bbc ghosts captain #bbc ghosts kitty #christmas

[moonah-rose]

Just wishing they had developed a mother and daughter bond between Kitty and Fanny, just the importance of Kitty having a female friend, she clung to Alison so hard because subconsciously she knew her sister was abusive but could never fully admit it, she hovers around Mike's sisters and Alison's friends at the party desperately trying to be one of the group and hates feeling left out. I loved the relationship between her and Mary so much, how Mary was always in her corner and there to comfort her, how devastated Kitty was to lose her. And no it wasn't fair for her to be jealous and possessive of Alison but I relate so hard as an ace-spectrum-lesbian who has lost contact with my best friends once they've got boyfriends or kids and we just don't find the time for each other anymore. Yes she's got dads Cap and Pat, she's got uncles Humphrey and Julian, she's got queerplatonic bestie in Thomas, and she's got a brother/pet in Robin but her and Fanny still seem a bit distant wheras they should have bonded closer since Mary left.

Oh well, again hoping a woman golfer becomes a ghost and maybe she becomes Kitty's new sis or maybe one of the maids can see her idk.

#kitty higham #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers

[rebeccasteventaylor]

Watching BBC Ghosts Christmas Special again…

So spoilers….

So Fanny just sat in her room and watched two people fool around did she? Naughty Fanny…(ahem)

The Ghosts still have to go to the toilet….(does this mean they have to eat and drink somehow too?)

Mike has the most hardcore oven timer ever - linked into the bedroom?

So as stage manager - as the Captain volunteered - he has to work very closely - side by side - with Pat as director.

Alison really knows the ghosts so well, and she really has given them all the perfect gift. It’s so touching.

I’ve done that vocal warm up. Someone always ends up saying fuck - wonder how many takes they had to do to get a clean one?

The captain’s face when Robin talks about the prince touching his bum - he’s thinking about it….

The way the Captain says Patrick and sighs in confusion as he storms out - it does make me believe in PatCap.

The Captain is longing to dance!

I do love that Mike and Alison managed to have a very enjoyable Christmas Day while stuck in a car on the motorway

Remember when Robin could barely speak? He’s so eloquent now.

It’s so lovely to see the cellar crew back out and interacting with the upstairs ghosts again.

The Captain playing fairy godmother/dad to Kitty is so lovely - and he knows what a Spice Girl is!

Interesting that the ghosts can remove bits of clothing and put them on another ghost , even if they disappear soon afterwards and go back to the ghost.

For a MP Julian lies very badly.

And I cried again at the video

#bbc ghosts spoilers #bbc ghosts #patcap

[natjennie]

waouauogghgh alison seeing the ghosts as her literal family like "you are the sister I never had" is the most direct but all of them! the idea that she was an only child and doesn't have her mom and dad around anymore in a way that constantly affects her, and now she gets to be physically surrounded by her family history!!! kitty is her sister in every way that matters and she has fanny as a direct blood connection and a slew of father figures like.... she is awash in community and love and family and history and!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! do you get it!!!!!!

#bbc ghosts

[unusual-ly]

I just finished the Christmas special so here’s some only slightly spoilery first thoughts:

Mike is just like his dad I love him so much

P A T R I C K god Pat I was so close to crying at the end it was so sweet, Daley my beloved dear sweet boy <33333

Kitty! She did so well! I’m so proud! And more dad!Cap!

Thomas please chill how many times do I have to say it

I was right about Fanny as the stepmother and Robin and Humphrey’s body as the stepsisters. And not only holding hands, but swinging hands!!!! That was adorable!!!! And of course Humphrey immediately wandering off as soon as Robin lets go

Every time Humphrey’s head came onstage he stole the show absolutely brilliant performance Sir Bone I love you so much

HOW THEY LIFTED THE CAPTAIN UP FOR THAT FLOATING EFFECT GENIUS AMAZING 10/10

I shrieked when the plague ghosts walked in. They make a great panto audience, they were so into it~!

Alison was just having fun the whole episode she was having a great time good for her she deserves it

The presents~ /)^^(\

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers #and a r a i n b o w #moonah stona #left a bit #damn your eyes