You Had An Idea At 3am?

somewhere between the

books and the leaves, you

may find me, finding my

place in a realm where reality

and the imaginary coexist.

~K.T.

my little cousin confidently declared that mother nature had a counterpart named daddy electric and i feel like this concept needs to be explored

The little occasional peeks at his nose are doing me in.

Oh, Dew. Ah, Per.

Cr: Edward Leach, YT

It's my 5 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

5 years ago i was balls deep in larry lore. now i'm balls deep in papa emeritus III. ah, yes. proof that healing is not, in fact, linear.

can't stop thinking about this movie tbh..

this detail is so important to me

i really want to write, and then post my writing here. i really do. but motivation is very very hard right now due to work and being tired all the time. i do plan on writing a long fic as well as some shorter fics, it's just going to take some time. i hate that i have burnout as i'm starting my blog, but that's just how it is.

hellosiesss :)

may i ask, can you maybe do headcanons with the ghouls how theyd act if theyd catch a cold? :]

alrighty, my first headcanons? i'm into it let's GO! (Gonna do the Ghoulettes too ofc because I love and appreciate them 🥹) Sodo

This guy cannot TAKE it. He is the WORST patient.

He's stubborn asf. Cough medicine? Don't know her. Lozenges? Don't know her. Rest and fluids? DON'T KNOW HER.

"I'm FINE. GO AWAY........... wait no where are you going? COME BACK HERE."

You'll spend all day arguing with the guy who can't taste the soup you're force feeding him because his sinuses are so. damn. blocked. But no, he will not back down.

Keeps you up all night with his sniffles and coughing fits and yet, he still, won't BLOODY LISTEN to you.

It takes him 3 days of being sick to actually admit he's sick. By this point, he hovers in your doorway wrapped head to toe in a blanket, sniffling and sulking.

"...I think I'm sick."

Rain & Cumulus (because they'd react much the same)

Neither one wants to be a burden. The thought of you having to take time out of your day to care for them? Oh, it pains them.

"You're looking a bit pale, love?" ... "No...no, it's... the lighting?"

They try to keep going as normal, powering through but you have to tell them it's okay to rest.

You've lost count of the amount of times they've thanked you for the tea. Too many. It's too many. It's just one cup of tea...

Tries to hide their coughs from you so they don't bother you

"You don't need to help me, it's my fault, I got sick..."

You can't stand that sad look in their eyes every time you do something nice for them. It's not self pity, it's a wordless apology and endless thanks each time.

Bless them

Phantom & Swiss (again i think they'd react similarly...)

It's like having a toddler.

"OooooOOOOoooOOOoooOOOoowwwWWWWwwwWWWWW, my heeeeEEAAAAAAaaaaDDDDdddd"

Literally writhing around in bed whining like they'd had their arm amputated.

"Babe, I need a shoulder rub." "Babe, I need cough sweets." "Babe, I need tissues." "Babe, I need chicken soup with those dumpling things you make that are sooOOOoooOOOoo good."

More deceptive than Lucifer himself. It's just a blocked nose.

Don't fall for their lies. They just enjoy being pampered.

Typical MEN.

But you can't argue with them because it's not worth the hours of pouting, whining and side eye you'd get from their end of the couch.

Mountain and Cirrus

They will not let you do ANYTHING.

Refuse to admit they're sick at all.

"The cold never bothered me anywaaaayyyyy."

You know full well they're sick, you can see their red nose and you hear the coughing fits from the other room but they just. keep. going.

Making that cold their BITCH. The show must go on.

They're like freaking machines or something idk

You have to trick them into taking anything that might help. "I just thought you might like some tea... It's.... refreshing?"

The first signs of them getting sick, they're chugging cough medicine like it's the last water in the desert. It will NOT get the better of them.

Aurora

She complains. A lot.

Makes an noise every time she blows her nose. "AaaaaaAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHhhhhhh"

She's emotional asf. She tripped on her blanket as she was dragging it down the hall to you and wept like a baby.

When you brought her dippy egg and toast soldiers for breakfast? Anyone would have thought you'd asked her to marry you.

She's so appreciative of everything you do for her. She makes a note to get you a gift when she can breathe through her nose and leave the bed again.

"I'm sorry i'm sick... love you..." all pouty and adorable.

Whines whenever she has to move an inch.

SEND ME MORE HEADCANONS IF YOU LIKE, THIS WAS FUN! 🥰

I've been rotating this scene in my head for a very long time and I think very few people talked about it not just in terms of “look Copia’s so cute here” but in the context of character analysis. Because right up to this point, Copia behaves like an arrogant bitch and demands attention and validation from Sister, while considering himself as her equal.

But AS SOON as she hints that Copia is not doing what he should be doing (isn’t thinking about the show), he turns into a closed child who is afraid of being scolded by his mother. He immediately closes in on himself (eyes down, nervously fixing his hair to look like a professional, voice much less imposing, he os almost whispering) and shamefully tries to justify himself and I think this says a lot about how traumatized he is and how afraid he actually is of his possibly imminent demise

my first ritual was actually fucking insane because i was just sitting there and my favorite band just kind of showed up. and then i realized holy shit this is my favorite band AND the ghouls are literally some of my favorite musicians??? double package. i'm still in shambles over it and it's been 2 weeks now.