#cbs ghosts sasappis

[marshgremlin]

ofc i would be the one to say this, but i think that sasappis deserves more love

[spiritual-activity]

Headcanons for alive Isaac, alive Alberta and alive flower being around with kids?

Ok, so I'm just assuming you want all 3 interacting with kids while being alive-

No problem! I kinda smushed them together in the same post and included some others. Hope that was fine!

*Alive Interacting with Kids*

Alberta was definitely the type that would adopt kids at the drop of a hat. She loved them, despite never having any of her own. On the contrary to her bootlegging, she told the kids to do something great when they're her age. Kids would start calling her "Mama Berta" about a year or two after being around her.

Flower was great with kids when not in the cults. She would teach the younger ones how to sew and the older ones how to play basketball.

Isaac was decent when it came to kids. Most of the time, they were a bit too rowdy for him to handle. The other times, he would try to teach them the basics when it came to horses. With the ones that were able to read, he slowly introduced them to Greek classics.

Pete, being a scout leader and a father, was naturally good with kids! He always spoiled his daughter and, on occasion, the Pinecone Troop. He attempted hosting a D&D night for the young girls. Much chaos happened.

Trevor was a wild card. On one hand, he was good with kids when it came to animals. On the other, he would be that person that would hold them upside down by the ankle. Anytime he had his dog, the kids would always behave better. He took up babysitting one year in high school. Needless to say, he didn't do it the next year.

Hetty, while on the surface despised kids, actually cared for them a lot. She treated the ones in the factories well. She often took them extra clothes and food in the winter. She had to keep up the "old mean lady" persona while with Elias, but the children knew how much she actually cared for them.

Thor is also a wild card. He enjoys being around children, teaching them skills he learned at that age, but also can be a bit aggressive. He's more gentle around the younger ones. Thor teaches the older kids how to do specific things like how to fish, hiding your own scent (ex: his pelts covered in wolf urine), and how to hunt.

Sasappis is decent with kids. He teaches them, while out in the woods, which berries are ok, how to track animals, and how to make simple tools. He's more on the "work with them" side rather than have any of his own.

Hope these were up to par!

[ramonahblog]

I absolutely love how Sas is still so outwardly judgey as if the other ghosts, Sam and Jay don’t know about his Hi Tree. 

👋🌳

[peachyygoblin]

Babysitting 🍂

[ksturf]

storytelling. it's a gift ;)

[howfrightening]

CBS Ghosts + Tweets/Textposts

[emmi-kat]

Thinking about Hetty all alone as a ghost in the mansion for an indeterminant amount of time, no one to comfort her as she mourned her life and grappled with her own death and regret, or even show her the ropes to being a ghost.

And one day the three most bizarre men she has ever laid eyes on walk out of her basement and act like THEY live there in HER home?

I don't think she would have stood for that. Despite her position as a lone woman without even the ability to grab a makeshift weapon to defend herself, I do think she would have stood her ground and told those intruders to get the hell out of her house and leave her alone. Probably with several choice insults and curses thrown in that I don't care to imagine.

But after a moment of confusion on the strangers' faces, Hetty is surprised to see a deep sadness and sympathy in their eyes as realization dawns on them.

She can see them. She is one of them, now. Which means that she has died.

The little girl that they watched grow up, watched have her heart broken, watched be sold off into a loveless and miserable marriage and who they watched learn to treat others with cruelty and disdain - is dead. And she has been condemned, as they have, to wander these halls for an eternity.

She would be taken aback as they recognize her and offer her their condolences. She is cold when they ask her what happened, but she soon learns to appreciate the strange companionship, even if two of them smell like the dickens.

[stargirlshojo]

assorted ghosts headcannons

-pete and flower have a nice friendship because they both enjoy nature and pete loves teaching flower about different birds and plants and things (he sees her almost as one of his scouts and she looks up to him kinda like an older brother)

-hetty was so excited when alberta ended up staying as a ghost because there was finally another woman around and because she enjoyed albertas singing

-trevor is secretly invested in bodices and barons but pretends he just watches it cause it’s the only thing on and he hates it sooooo much

-hetty calls flower susan sometimes like how she calls pete peter

-thor wants sam and jay to have a kid in hopes they can see him just like hetty did

-alberta and sasappis be gossiping to no end

-pete and trevor are actually pretty good friends and watch 80s movies together cuz they remind trevor of his childhood and pete just didn’t have time to watch them when he was alive

ok that’s it the end

[wifeofbean]

The Inside Out characters inside my head.

[incorrectcbsghostsquotes]

Pete: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers! Sass: Please, just say fuck.

[mooncalf87]

I can't believe they took the most optimistic and kind Ghost and just threw him right into NYC

BON APPETITE >:[

[roanofarcc]

ONE DANCE, PLEASE?

pairing: trevor lefkowitz x ghost bride!reader

summary: since your death, weddings at Woodstone have been a source of bitterness for you but that doesn’t stop trevor from attempting to cheer you up with a dance

word count. 1.6k || masterlist

warnings: fem!reader, mentions of death, dead!reader

a/n: this is my first ghosts fic so please be gentle! I love the idea of a ghost bride and debated on making it into an OC or reader story. I think I like having it be in little one-shots! it’s a crime more hasn’t been written for trevor (or any of the show’s characters). feel free to request for trevor or any other ghosts characters <3

“Are you going to mope around for eternity?” Sasappis asked you, standing arms crossed in front of a beautiful garden decorated to the nines. The backdrop to your sulking was stunning flowers tied in bunches and pastel dresses moving around the patio-turned-dance floor. 

“Is that not the point of being a ghost?” you replied, jutting out your feet forever stuck in kitten heels and skin-colored pantyhose. Sass lightly kicked your foot with his and nodded his head to the corner just off the dance floor where the rest of the ghosts danced and laughed. A part of you was jealous of how easily they enjoyed themselves at weddings and how they were not plagued with an eternal hatred for them and what they represented. 

It always felt like a cruel joke, even though it never had anything to do with you, when Sam and Jay hosted a wedding at their B&B. As much as you loved the couple, you couldn’t stand what most considered a joyous event. The union of two people in love, not tainted by tragedy, grew your restatement each time. Weddings were a part of the business and helped Sam and Jay bring in the money they desperately needed to fix up the mansion, but that didn’t mean you had to enjoy yourself. Instead, you spent each event sulking on the sidelines, ignoring the pang in your chest, and avoiding your ghostly counterparts' advances to cheer you up. The only thing that would’ve cheered you up was a do-over of your big day that was ruined by a strike of unluckiness, resulting in your untimely death.  

Sass narrowed his gaze at you but decided against saying whatever he wanted to. Instead, he turned on his heel and headed back to the ghosts. You adverted your gaze back down to the beads sewn into your dress, picking at them with the wish you could pull the garment apart with your hands, but since it was what you died in, it would forever stick to you. 

A slow song played through the DJ’s speakers as the sun slowly began to set over the yard. Strung lights glittered warmly, bathing the attendees in a golden glow. The bride had looked radiant since she arrived at the mansion days ago, and all day you had to watch her and her husband’s love run circles around you. Your malice wasn’t aimed directly at the happy couple, but rather at what they represented and the reminder of what you almost had. 

Someone appeared beside you, their presence clouding your solitude-sulking. “What a bunch of losers,” the person said, causing you to turn your head and meet Trevor. “I mean, seriously, this song was lame when I went to weddings and people are still dancing to it? I get the appeal of throwbacks but let’s pick this snooze-fest up a little, am I right?” 

You rolled your eyes. “What do you know about weddings?” 

“I happen to have been invited to a lot of them, thank you very much. Well, the receptions and bachelor parties, usually. Those weddings had a lot more alcohol and single bridesmaids.” You said nothing in response, hoping your dimly lit mood would shoo Trevor away. You were mistaken, though. If anything, your silence only encouraged him further. He moved in closer to your side, standing with his hands on his hips as he gazed out across the crowd. “I think they may need some help livening things up a bit. Care to join me?” 

He often tried to do that, brighten your mood by offering to dance with you. And every time you turn him down, not because you didn't want to, but because you’re worried that the second you start to enjoy yourself at a wedding, tragedy will follow a second time around. You liked Trevor and couldn’t stand the thought of enjoying yourself only to hurt yourself, again, or him. In your head, as long as you moped around, everything would stay the same as they were, which you loved more than you’d admit aloud. You liked your ghost-mates and you liked Sam and Jay. If you somehow brought some unfortunate curse upon any of them because you enjoyed yourself just as you had on your own wedding day, you weren’t sure you could cope with that a second time around, not when you hardly coped with it from the first time. 

“Trevor…” you sighed, defeated and slumped-shouldered. 

Normally, he dropped it after that. He usually sat quietly at your side until his excitement and urge to join the party overwhelmed him and he resumed dancing with Flower or attempting to play pranks on the livings with Thorfinn. That time, however, he took you by surprise. He moved directly in front of you, face set with a certain tone of seriousness that was odd. 

“Nope,” he said, simply. “You are not moping for eternity. I won’t let you.” 

“That’s not your choice.” 

He smirked, cheekily and annoying but stupidly charming. Those three words suited him too well. Trevor extended his hand out, making a grabbing motion with his hand. “One dance, that’s all I’m askin’. That’s all I need to change your mind.” You tightened your grip on the skirt of your dress, unbudging at his request. “One dance. Please?” His voice was a little lower, pleading almost. 

One dance. You never got to dance at your wedding. Something bad could happen, it probably would. 

Trevor’s fingers grazed your knuckles, tapping them lightly and looking at you in a way, underneath the golden light, that made you consider it. He noticed your hesitation and dropped his hand back down at his side. 

“Okay,” he said after a beat before he turned away with a little frown on his lips that made you feel even worse. 

There was something wrong with you, maybe it was some kind of ghostly side effect of dying on your wedding day; perhaps you were doomed to live in the murky waters of what-if and why. 

The bride and groom were in the middle of the patio dance floor, spinning each other around in quiet fits of laughter and bodies pressed as close as they could get with the bride’s fluffy dress. They were married, dancing as two halves of a whole with nothing bad lingering over their heads. There was no impending doom, aside from you sitting on the outskirts. The doom was you and your mind, rippled with jealousy, sadness, and a million questions of what exactly you could have done differently that day. But the truth was, there was nothing you could have done. Fate was fate, as Flower had once said in one of her more insightful conversations. Fate was messy and included bear attacks, arrows in necks, and accidents. Fate found you there, at the Woodstone mansion forever a fiancee but now entangled with the fates of your ghost friends who also found themselves there forever. 

Forever was such a long, made even longer with eternity hanging on your shoulders. How many more weddings would you sit there, watching and sulking in your own unhappiness that others wanted to fix for you? 

Something between a groan and a sigh left your lips as you stood up, letting your wedding dress fall back down to the ground in the pristine condition you had died in it in. “Trevor,” you said again, louder as you called after him. He stopped, slowly turning around with a confused quirk of his brow. You nervously picked at the beads again, but that time wasn’t to pick them off but rather settle them back in place in a similar way to how you had picked at them awaiting your turn to walk down the aisle. A dance was not nearly as monumental as that, but it carried a weight that pressed down on your chest. 

“One dance,” you said. He stared at you for a moment like he wasn’t sure he had heard you right. It wasn’t until Thor punched him in the arm with a hardy laugh and Hetty pushed him forward towards you. 

Trevor approached you, smoothing out his tie. “Really?” he asked. 

You nodded. “If anything bad happens, I’m blaming it on you," you said only half joking.

He smiled, wide and toothy and the way that made you subconsciously want to copy it. “The worst thing that’ll happen is me stepping on your feet. I haven’t slow danced since prom.” Despite that, he dramatically bowed and extended his hand. “May I have this dance,” he said in a terrible accent. You couldn’t help but laugh lightly, some of that weight lifting from where it hurt your chest. 

Once you accepted his hand, he all but dragged you to a quiet corner of the dance floor, away from where any livings would walk through you two, and away from the other ghosts and their suggestive smirks and comments pointed at the two of you. 

When you danced, with his feet clumsily trying to avoid stepping on yours and hands rested on your waist, nothing bad happened. You did not die a second time around, nor did tragedy strike in the way you feared. The only thing that occurred was dancing, peppered with occasional laughter and a quick apology when Trevor stepped on your skirt and halted your movements. You recovered with a shake of your head and a slight lead in the dance, which he didn’t voice but silently appreciated.

[spiritual-activity]

Headcanons pt. 5 (Sasappis & Crash)

Can't believe I'm already at part 5 with the headcanons for CBS Ghosts! I have a few more to do then I'll move on to BBC Ghosts!

*Sasappis*

Knows around 3-4 different languages. Uses this to his advantage. Anyone who gets on their nerves can and will now be cursed at in every single one of those languages.

Started counting how many people died on the property after waiting around a few years with Thorfinn. They made it a game to guess who died of what and who would stay.

(kinda also a death theory-) May have accidentally eat a poisonous berry/mushroom. No visible injuries so it is possible. May have also kind of got so extremely nervous and just fainted and somehow died.

Has a secret ghost power that literally none of the other ghosts know about. Dude can literally talk to birds and can spread gossip to other ghosts that aren't on the property.

Thunderstorms have always calmed him down. The reason being that they remind them that mishaps are only temporarily and happiness will come after.

One of the shorter ghosts. Aside from being one of the "short kings", he is one of the ones that the others do not want on their bad side.

Secretly has a crush on Thorfinn. After years of being friends, they thought that maybe they could be a thing. It could be that Thorfinn is just tall and strong, though.

*Crash*

Got decapitated while driving his car. Flew through the windshield and a piece of glass went clean through his neck. He swerved his car so he wouldn't hit a deer and ended hitting a tree.

His actual first name is Thomas. "Crash" is a nickname that's been stuck with him for years since there's never been a vehicle, that's been owned by him, that wasn't crashed.

Good person overall. Always wanting to help out in some way that's possible. May not always do it right, but the thought was there.

Hopeless romantic. Had a lot of crushes throughout his life (that were mainly his friends). Easy for him to romantically love someone.

Musical theater greaser. Loves to come up with his own music. Never could figure out how to play certain instruments, however.

Loved watching The Twilight Zone with his younger siblings. Being the eldest, he made it his responsibility to try and scare them after watching a few episodes. Of course, after a few tries, his siblings picked up that he was doing it for fun.

Was in the chess club before he became a greaser. Was actually decent at chess but was more into checkers. Crafted a checkers set from wood after learning woodcarving from his uncle.

Crash was only in a handful of episodes and yet I still have quite a few headcanons for him. I enjoy making these a lot!

[silasintheprairie]

photographs taken 0.0001 seconds before disaster

[aflawedfashion]

Hetty & Sasappis | Ghosts 3x05

[cbsghostsdaily]

GHOSTS | 4x04 The Work Retreat