#ghost has vitiligo

[octopiys]

Ghost meets the Mactavishes.

(Spoiler for chapter 9, The Common Tongue of You Loving Me)

(CW for cursing... I think that's it?)

December 17th, 2022

The Mactavish Household

Fort Wiliam

Scottish Highlands

Lieutenant Ghost was no coward. He was not one to run in the face of a fight, on the brink of a war.

Lieutenant Ghost was never scared.

But bloody fuckin' hell, Simon Riley was.

The Mactavish family cottage was much larger than he imagined. Not that he was imagining some little forest home where only his mother lived, definitely not, but the size of this cottage was... astounding. Cottage... probably wasn't even the best word for it.

He wasn't scared! He kept telling himself that as Johnny dragged him up the icy steps, practically bouncing as they wound their way up the path. More of... on edge? Don't- don't tell anyone that, though-

Soap made a show of knocking on the door, rocking back and forth on his heels. His mohawk was hidden beneath one of Ghost's beanies, his throat underneath a scarf and sweater, but his hands were ungloved as he clutched Ghost's.

Simon, on the other hand, was almost as bundled as he could possibly be. His hoodie pulled up, his mask(not the balaclava, but Roach had a black gaiter to spare, bless him), scarves, jackets, gloves, the whole nine yards. Not everything he wore was black, much to Soap's delight. The scarf was a bright yellow! ....but that was about it.

"Johnny-" Simon started nervously, taking a step back as they waited for the door to open.

"Nuh uh, ye fockin' Brit, ye aren't bailin' outta this 'un!" Soap pulled him back as the door unlocked with a click. Ghost's eyes widened in a sudden regret, and the door swung open. He quickly closed them, pretending and wishing that he was anywhere but there.

A lot of things happened at once. A stifled gasp from whoever was in the doorway, a cheer from his Scot, the warmth suddenly missing from the palm of his hand, more excited scottish chattering, and he almost slipped on the ice.

Someone dragged him inside the home, and every muscle in his body screamed against it, but it was every fiber he had to keep going, his eyes still squeezed shut.

There was a lot of indecipherable talking, he found. English, a bit of Gaelic, and whatever crossed in between, he had a headache ready, but he wouldn't dare complain. After all, he had signed up for this.

Literally.

There was a light poke to his side, and Johnny hissed in his ear, "They're tryin' ta say hello, ye eedjit!"

Ashamed, his eyes snapped back open and he offered a hesitant wave. In front of him stood a shorter, plump woman, with mousy brown hair that just barely reached her shoulders. Her face was lined with age, and crow's feet, a tell tale sign that this was indeed Soap's mother. They had the same nose, same eyes, he noted.

Behind her stood a younger, blonde woman, who beamed enthusiastically at him. He tried to reach for a smile, but was extremely worried it came off as more of a grimace. This must've been Darcy. Soap's... oldest.... sister? Younger, but eldest? There was a lot to keep track of on the car ride here. She was married, he knew, her husband at her side, with kids, but they were nowhere to be seen.

Two faces peeked in curiously from a doorway, one a boy, platinum blond, the other a girl, with mousy brown hair like her mother, but cropped very short. They scattered when they realized they had been spotted. Those must have been the twins.

A few seconds had past in awkward silence, before he cleared his throat. "Uh- Hello, I'm-" A look of panic crossed his face. He had rehearsed many things in his head on the way here, but now that the time had come, he didn't actually know how to introduce himself. Would it be Ghost? Riley? Or.... "I'm Simon. It's nice to meet you all-"

He looked to Soap, hoping sincerely that he didn't come off as choked, nervous, or... any of the other emotions he was feeling that he couldn't decipher. But Johnny was grinning like a madman.

The family looked delighted with his measly attempts at conversation, and almost immediately swarmed him. There was no way he'd be able to keep up with their conversations, but he managed to catch a few good words.

The twins admired from afar, unsure of whether to join them or not. Darcy was saying something to Soap, before hugging him. She must've muttered something in his ear, because he burst out laughing and gave him a light shove. She couldn'tve much younger than Johnny.

Her husband tried as much to restrain her, before giving up and retreating to the kitchen.

Simon didn't even know his name.

A few other people joined them in the entryway, but Simon tried to not take as much notice. There was a lot going on. He felt overwhelmed.

"So yer Si? The one tha' my Johnny boy talks abut in his letters all the tiyme?" His mother started, a look in her eyes that he couldn't identify.

His hands broke into a sweat, and he balled them into fists, then out again nervously. "I'd- well, I'd assume so, Ma'am..." Did Soap know any other Simons?

The woman grinned. "Aye, I'll thank ye fer that. He's a bit much, ainnee? Ye seem like a good choice fer 'im!" Her voice was low, soothing, he thought as his face erupted red. "Yer a big boy, can hold yer own." She looked at Soap, for a moment, then back to him. Like she was waiting for approval.

Soap noticed after a few seconds, coming to his rescue.

His hand dipped around Simon's waist, pulling him close to his side. Public affection? What's that?

Johnny watched him closely, thoroughly enjoying how his skin turned even more pink beneath his gaiter as his eyes shot him a look of silent pleading.

Oh shit, he forgot that Ghost doesn't know how to hold a proper conversation. With anyone else, he could've tried, but with Johnny's mother? Forget about it.

"Oh, shite- Ma, this is Simon, Simon this-"

Mother Mactavish cut him off. "Aye, son, we got ourselves past tha' 'un. Do ye have yer things? Ye hungry?" She looked directly at Simon, and Soap realized that his only purpose was to make Ghost more comfortable.

"Er- Our things are in the car, but I thought-"

The conversation continued as Darcy walked up to Soap.

"Scored yerself a proper brit husband, aye?" There was a mischievous grin on her face as she nudged him.

"Fock off, Darcy, we're not tied up-" He protested through the side of his mouth.

"Awh, ye've gone all housewife on us!" She insisted and he kicked her in the boot, leading his mother to trail off in her sentence and glare at them both.

"Darcy, git an' find the twins, dontcha have better ta do than bein' a scunner ta yer brother?" She swatted her away, but Darcy only laughed, greeting Simon warmly before Mother Mactavish shooed her off. "A bairn, still, ah swear- anyways, boys, go git yer bags, dinners almost done an' then ah'll introduce ye to the others."

Simon nodded, and Soap hid his smirk well. The Lieutenant, no, his partner's jaw was almost completely dropped beneath his gaiter. Ghost was very expressive behind his mask, one of the more plausible reasons as to why he wore it. Johnny tugged him back outside to their rental car.

"So- they're a lot, ainee?" Soap half joked, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Simon was quiet for a moment. "They're very... you."

Soap paused. That wasn't what he was expecting.

"In- in a good way! Not... Well, I wasn't expecting- fuck, I don't know- Soap, shut me up-"

Soap kissed him sharply, over the gaiter. Ghost froze, and Johnny almost laughed. "Yer doolally, L.t." He said, completely straightfaced as he opened the trunk of their car where their suitcases lay.

"....what in the bloody fuck-"

"Yer doolally, bit ah loue ye." It was growing harder to contain his laughter with Simon's increasingly confused eyes.

"I don't- please, Johnny, I just want english-"

"Och, English!" He snarked, heaving Simon's suitcase out of the trunk. "Aye think you're crayzee, Simon, but ah- fuck- but aye love yoou." The other case landed with a thump. He went to lift his up, but Simon smacked him away quietly. "Proper gentleman now, are ye?"

"Shut up." Simon was hiding his face beneath his hoodie, but Soap could tell he was a blushing mess beneath it. "Your English is terrible. I almost prefer the gibberish."

A smile broke out across his face as Ghost lifted both suitcases with ease. "Ye prefer the gibberish!? Gibberish?!?"

"I said 'almost.'" Ghost slid a little on the ice and he paused to steady himself. "I do enjoy understandin' you though-"

Soap was still caught up in the fact that the brit called his beautiful language gibberish. "Well- well, yer ma's gibberish!"

Simon stopped at the top of the steps. "My mum's dead, Soap."

"Awh-" There was a moment that Soap genuinely felt bad, but then he saw Ghost's devilish smirking eyes. "Och, fuck ye, ye can't pull the dead mum card and win e'erytime-"

"Yes I can. Get the door for me?" He shifted the weight of their cases, and Soap grumbled to himself, opening the door for him. Simon waited inside, and Johnny looked at him strangely.

"What're ye waitin' on?"

"... I don't know where I'm going."

"Oh, shite, sorry-"

Simon ended up actually meeting Darcy, whom he was right about. Her husband, Nathan, who was Irish. He was shorter than Ghost, with dark auburn hair. He was in the navy, which Soap had grimaced at, but hid it well. He met their three kids, James, their oldest at ten, Thomas, the middle child, (who had just turned six he was informed), and had taken a great interest in Ghost's hoodie, and Blair, their youngest and only girl at the age of three. She wore pig tails, and already had a face smeared in mashed potatoes. He encountered the twins, too, when they weren't sneaking around and they all sat down to dinner. Jordan, the platinum blond, and Rose, the girl with short brown hair. She had odd earrings, he took note of, but didn't comment on it. He was told that there were a few people missing out on dinner, but Soap later told him that they wouldn't show despite Mother Mactavish's pleading.

Ghost may not have been sure of what half the dinner was, but it was better, much better, than anything he could've ever made. Probably some of the best food he's ever had, excuse the One-Four-One's-giving. The dinner was strangely quiet, but he paid no mind. Most likely because everyone was eating, right?

"So-" Jordan, who sat near the end of the table started, and Ghost looked up from his plate, wiping his mouth and tugging the gaiter back down, suddenly extremely self conscious. Soap shot a warning glance, but the older teen waved it off. "You ever killed anyone?"

"Jordie!" Rose lightly smacked him, and Soap's hand cautiously moved over Ghost's thigh. He felt too many eyes on him, but... I mean, they all knew, right?

"I... Have, yes." He cleared his throat nervously. What was the point in lying? They all knew what Johnny did, at least, for the most part. "But only someone who was trying to hurt other people." Or... someones. Many someones.

Jordan nodded, satisfied at his answer. There was something new in the boy's eyes. Approval.

"Why doya wear that thing on yer face?" James asked, gesturing to his mask. "Ye like Spiderman? I like Spiderman, I have a mask too, see?" The boy pulled said mask from his pocket, and put it on, grinning widely at him.

There was something warm in his chest. "Er- I've-" He didn't know how to formulate a proper answer. So he settled on, "Yeah, I like Spiderman."

He looked up from his plate to find everyone watching him. His skin prickled almost uncomfortably, but then James tried to eat something through his mask, and the moment was up.

"The food is very good, Mrs. Mactavish." Ghost said quietly, and the woman at the head of the table beamed at him. She looked like Johnny, but he was still worried.

'Are you okay?' He mouthed, and Simon gave a slight nod.

And dinner continued. And it was delightful.

One by one, they all finished, the children occasionally asking other questions which he answered honestly. There was no use in lying to a child. They didn't deserve that. But he did sometimes water down the truth. Even Soap was grinning by the end of it, until Ghost slipped up and called him by his call sign, to which Rose perked up and asked why he was called that.

"Because he's-" Watered down truth. "Very good at cleaning out houses." Simon settled on, and Johnny buried his face in his hands, ears a bright red.

"Proper housewife." Darcy said with a laugh.

Soap shot a spoonful of mashed potato at her, shouting to "Shut yer trap, Darce, I'll tell em about yer table incident."

Her mouth dropped open, but there was a mischievous glint shared in both their eyes. Before anything else happened, or Ghost could ask what the table incident was, Mrs. Mactavish cleared the room of everyone else pretty quickly.

Ghost took up a kitchen job in washing dishes as muffled, yet playful shouting echoed from the dining room.

A small hand tugged on his sleeve, and he jumped, splashing water all over himself. "Ah, sh-" Oh no, a child. "Shhh-ooot. Dang it."

"Mister Simon, sir-?" Thomas, Darcy's middle child, who he noticed didn't speak during dinner at all, had started anxiously. The boy was wearing a hat, something else he hadnt noticed earlier.

"Hey, kid...?"

"Yknow, ye don't have ta cover yer face 'cus of the spots, yeah?" The little boy looked up at him, and Simon was confused.

"Whaddya mean?"

"The white spots! See-" He took his hat off, revealing a sharp white streak in his hair, along with a few white patches of skin above his brow. "I have it too! An'- an' i dont want ye ta hide it, cus me ma says its cool! And if ah got it, an' you got it- then we're almost twins! B- Both cool!" The boy twisted his fingers nervously, dropping his big eyes down to the floor.

Simon swallowed the lump in his throat, and pulled his hood off his head with shaking hands. "... Thanks, kid."

Simon was on his knees now, his jacket only slightly wet now from the dish water, and the kid grinned open mouthed and reached for his hair. "Twins! Twins!" He cheered.

Thomas reminded him of Joseph, with his brother's name. It was so terribly ironic.

But for once, this was a good thing.

Little hands grabbed the white torch in the center of a wave of light brown, but they were gentle, and Simon laughed.

He didn't see Soap, or Darcy standing in the doorway, or how Mrs. Mactavish tried to peek through then with tears in her eyes. Or how Soap would step away, dragging the two with him so that they could have the moment, with tears he fought to hold of his own.

It was okay. Not finished, not by a long shot, but it would be okay.

And Simon could heal.

And Johnny could heal.

Maybe all Ghost needed was a couple of Scots to help him out. God, Soap will never let him live this down.

[24hrsoda]

i had some thoughts about the birthday boy (happy ‘birthday’ khoa!)

[thruflames]

ghouls :)

buy me a coffee :)

[lvllns]

really did latch onto my dnd character super fast but like. niko is perfect. no notes.

[0lemonthecat0]

Movie poster vibes yesterday but I forgot to post so it's today instead lol

[bthemistake]

- "I don't recognize you" -

[Image description:

The characters from the adventuring party Rat Grinders from the web show Dimension 20 Fantasy High: Junior Year, excluding Buddy Dawn.

Lucy Frostblade stands, sullen and blue, staring outwards to the viewer while the ghosts of her old party stand behind her, eyeless and red. Lucy has her hair in braids tied back into a messy updo and a knitted sweater-dress that reaches halfway down her thighs, paired with knee-high socks and heavy boots. She has vitiligo and elfish ears, turned down rather than pointed upwards.

Kipperlilly Copperkettle, Ruben Hopclap, Mary Ann Skuttle, Ivy Embra, and Oisin Hakinvar hang behind her. Kipperlilly has a dagger in hand and is poised to stike, expression concerned. Ruben has his guitar, pick in hand and pulling down on the strings. Mary Ann looks unbothered and off to the side. Ivy has her body turned in the opposite direction and looks over her shoulder with a smirk, bow ready in hand, and Oisin smiles.

In a turn of the tables, they're all dead and Lucy is the lone survivor of the Rat Grinders party. She struggles to recognize her friends, so warped by their anger and rage, and can't even ask them why because they're gone. There's no High Five Heroes, no Rat Grinders, there is only Lucy and she must find her answers by herself.

The first image is in colour, the second is just the line art, and the third is the on-paper sketch that was traced to digital.

End of image description.]

[officialclangen]

Hi!! i was looking through the masterpost and couldn't find anything for it, so i wanted to ask- is there any guide to how cats would be described in the allegiances page in-game? ex. a rosette cat being described as "oddly-spotted" etc. i wanna use similar descriptors for cats, but the page only accounts for alive cats inside the clan, so i was wondering if theres any list of what pelt traits indicate what description is used?

Well, there was no resource for this, but let's make one now! I peeked into the files to grab the descriptors for you :]

Below the readmore, this is very long as I included everything that goes into it! Hopefully it helps <3

☆ Fable ☆

Colour Descriptors

"pale"— White

Only called "pale" if the cat is not singlecolour, twocolour, tortoiseshell, or calico. In these cases, it is called "white"

"pale gray"— Palegrey

"gray"— Grey

"dark gray"— Darkgrey

"pale ginger"— Paleginger

"dark ginger"— Darkginger, Sienna

"light brown"— Lightbrown, Lilac

"golden brown"— Golden-brown

"dark brown"— Darkbrown, Chocolate

"black"— Ghost

Colours that are listed the same as they are coded— Silver, Golden, Ginger, Brown, Black

Pattern Descriptors

"[colour] tabby"— Tabby, Marbled, Mackerel, Classic, Agouti, Sokoke

"speckled [colour]"— Speckled

"unusually dappled [colour]"— Bengal

"unusually spotted [colour]"— Rosette

"[colour] ticked"— Ticked

"[colour] smoke"— Smoke

"dorsal-striped [colour]"— Singlestripe

"masked [colour] tabby"— Masked

Tortoiseshell Descriptors

"[colour]"— [Base colour]/[Patch colour]

Base colour refers to the main colour, while patch colour refers to the colour of the cats patches. They are always written with the slash between them Examples: brown/ginger, pale gray/black

"[colour] tortie"— A tortoiseshell with either no white patch, or a white patch that is either classed as little white or mid white.

"[colour] calico"— A tortoiseshell with a white patch that is either classed as high white or mostly white.

"[colour] mottled"— A tortoiseshell whose base colour and patch colours are both in the brown, black, or white category

They do not need to both be in the same category, just one of those three; a lilac and ghost tortoiseshell will be listed as mottled, for example, but a lilac and ginger tortoiseshell will not

"[descriptor] tabby"— If a tortoiseshell has the pelt type Tabby, Ticked, Mackerel, Classic, Sokoke, Agouti, Bengal, Rosette, or Speckled, "tabby" is added after the descriptor.

Example: A Lilac and Ginger tortoiseshell tabby with the Rosette pattern and no white patches would be listed as a "light brown/ginger tortie tabby"

White Patch Descriptors

"[colour] and white"— A non-tortoiseshell with a white patch that is either classed as little white, mid white, or high white.

Can also be a tortoiseshell with a white patch that is either classed as little white or mid white

"white and [colour]"— A non-tortoiseshell with a white patch that is classed as mostly white.

"white"— A cat with the Fullwhite patch, regardless of what colour they are underneath. Overwrites their main colour

This is different to a singlecolour white cat as they have a different pelt type underneath the patch. Fullwhite cats that are tortoiseshell underneath are listed as calico on their profile page, but not the allegiances

"[colour] point"— A cat with one of the point markings

If a cat is a point under the ginger category, they are listed as a flame point

Gender Descriptors

"she-cat"— Female, Trans Female

"tom"— Male, Trans Male

"cat"— All other identities

Extra Descriptors

"vitiligo"— A cat with vitiligo

Missing body parts have special listings, as follows;

"no tail"— NoTail "half a tail"— HalfTail "three legs"— NoPaw "a missing ear"— NoLeftEar, NoRightEar "no ears"— NoEar

Vitiligo and missing body parts are joined together as "vitiligo, [scar], [scar] and [scar]"

"scarred [colour]"— A cat with three or more scars

"long-furred [colour]"— A cat with long fur

Putting it Together

For a non-tortoiseshell with no white patches:

a [extra] [colour] [pattern/tortoiseshell] [white] [gender] with [extra]

You would remove any non-used sections. Examples below;

a long-furred dorsal-striped pale gray tom with vitiligo and three legs

a dark ginger/light brown tortie tabby she-cat

a scarred white and unusually spotted black cat

a long-furred scarred light brown/black mottled point she-cat with no tail, three legs and a missing ear

[zoolitsky-fandom]

MORE HEADCANONS BECAUSE I’M ALL POWERFUL

Please don’t get upset if you disagree with any of these!! This is just how I see the characters ^^ More context about the headcanons under the cut!

Nami

Transfem lesbian!!

Basically married to Vivi (who isn’t pictured but she gives me demigirl bisexual energy with a preference to girls)

CHUBBY BECAUSE I SAY SO!!!!! 🧡🧡🧡

And she’s still beautiful and wonderful and Sanji still simps for her. Chubby people are gorgeous

She’s technically pale but tanned a bit from being outside so much

Aaand bandaid because she’s literally just a normal girl and is susceptible to minor injuries unlike the other weird built different ppl on the crew (aside from Usopp)

sPEAKING OF USOPP!!! She’s absolute besties with him like they talk about everything and anything and gossip and all that jazz. They’re so special to me.

I’m not sure if bipolar fits entirely, but there’s definitely something with her mood swings and the intensity of her emotions. If this is insensitive at all please inform me

Chopper

Agender aroace reindeer fella??? SiGN ME UP

Both male and female reindeers have antlers so I used that to my advantage because gender silly

I think Chopper uses they/he/it, but slightly prefers to be referred to by their name rather than pronouns

Chopper has attachment issues, but I couldn’t find anything other than avoidant attachment disorder (which doesn’t seem entirely fitting). But it definitely gets very attached to others when it trusts them and has a hard time moving on.

Also I just like to draw Chopper more reindeer-like than Chopper’s canon design but aside from that I don’t really make too many design changes? Just… floofy Chopper… 🩷🩷🩷

Usopp

Panromantic asexual!!

Down bad for Sanji (he has terrible taste /j)

I had a revelation after drawing this so Usopp isn’t actually cis lol- they’re a demiboy but in a genderfluid kind of way, some days he feels more masculine and other days they feel more androgynous

I have very mixed feelings about the hair highlights,, I lowkey might not keep them but it was an experiment

FRECKLES!!! USOPP HAS FRECKLES PASS IT ON PASS IT ON!!!! 💛💛💛 Bandaid like Nami because!! They’re literally just a normal teenager!!!

Usopp has anxiety and borderline personality disorder because the feelings of superiority and inferiority? The constant fear? Being immune to Perona’s ghosts from dealing with mental illness their entire life???

Luffy

Asexual grayromantic

If he had a partner it would be gay regardless of his own gender expression (I’m projecting because I feel gay when I’m attracted to anyone)

Genderfluid, some days they prefer different pronouns but most of the time they use all at once (also is this ironic bc Luffy can’t swim but is swimming in fluid pronouns)

King of the pronouns!!! King of the genders!!! Will steal your pronouns and gender!!! Watch out!!!

I gave her vitiligo on a whim to be 100% honest, but I feel like it’s very fitting and also very fun to draw ❤️❤️❤️

I only did a headshot here because I have another post with a bunch of other drawings of this Luffy

I feel like I don’t need to explain but Luffy is very very AuDHD to me

He has so much energy and is easily distracted and gets really focused on things and likes to talk about anything and everything

Sanji

Bisexual-est guy on the planet (loves all boobs /hj)

Down bad for Usopp (they have great taste)

Demiboy but in an interchangeable kinda bigender way, he’s just both enby and male at the same time

Darker roots!! Sanji’s body hair is always notably darker than his blonde hair so I decided on darker roots

CURLY/WAVY FLUFFY HAIR SANJI SUPREMACY 💙💙💙

Depression—WHICH THEY ALL OBVIOUSLY HAVE BUT

Depression in the sense it’s the reason he smokes. It’s a kind of coping mechanism.

It makes them dazed enough that they don’t have to fully feel their own despair

GIVE HIM HEALTH PROBLEMS ODA YOU COWARD. I KNOW HE’S UNREASONABLY BUILT DIFFERENT BUT LIKE

Imagine Sanji wheezing and struggling to breathe after a fight!! Emotional scene with Chopper trying to convince them to stop smoking!!

Robin

Pansexual

Married to Franky 💜💜💜

Intersex demigirl! Like- the whole being called a monster/demon her whole life and trying to find someone who accepts her is such a good (unintentional) metaphor for the gender discovery experience,,

GIVE ROBIN THEIR MELANIN BACK!!! I don’t care if it wasn’t their original colors… neither were the blue eyes but I’m giving both to them because they deserve it!!

I wanted to give Robin more of a curly hair texture but I was concerned it would start to not really resemble her. I might play around with it another time though and see if I can achieve something still recognizable

PTSD

Do I even have to explain that-

They are traumatized and get flashbacks and night terrors

Franky

Bisexual

Married to Robin 🩵🩵🩵

TRANSMASC. I AM THE BIGGEST BELIEVER OF TRANS FRANKY.

He was abandoned by his birth parents, he has a name he doesn’t use anymore, calls everyone bro regardless of gender, HE LITERALLY REBUILT HIS ENTIRE BODY-

Even though Franky’s a cyborg I gave him visible top surgery scars. I think he would show them off with pride and doesn’t necessarily need/want to be seen as a cis man. He’s just a man who once had boobs yk?

The underside of his hair is an even brighter blue because silly!!

ADHD—he hyperfixates like a madman and is also very loud and passionate. Also idk if this is an actual ADHD thing but like he’s super empathetic and cries easily? I’m like that too so idk lol

Zoro

Demihomoromantic asexual

Hopelessly, dare I say pathetically, in love with Luffy. I want to clarify that this doesn’t make Zoro less gay and this doesn’t make Luffy less genderfluid.

Also as much as I adore trans Zoro, I think the fact that he’s a cisgender feminist is important. So I headcanon him as cis.

FLUFFY HAIR ZORO FLUFFY HAIR ZORO FLUFFY HAIR ZORO 💚💚💚

I can’t decide whether or not I like the striped hair,, I’m still on the fence about it lol

Covered in scars because he’s done so much training and fighting, I know they kind of look like something else but they aren’t, don’t worry

Idk why but I always give him a dark green undershirt

Autistic!! He has a narrow range of emotions, makes nonverbal grunts, super into swords, he’s blunt, follows routine, etc.

Aaaand that’s all of them! Phew! Thank you so much for reading 💖

Reblogs, asks, and comments are super appreciated!!

[local-apollo-kid]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley Thoughts

Ghost who can not stand cramped spaces.

The first time he had to stow away inside a closet to hide from enemies, he almost had a mental breakdown because he got tons of flashbacks from being buried alive.

Ghost, who, deep down, resents his mother for what his father did to him.

He hates the fact that his mother practically allowed his father to abuse him. That she did nothing to stop him.

Ghost who loves dark chocolate.

He'll sit there during briefings and meetings, just nibbling away on a square of 85% cocoa dark chocolate. Roach has started leaving bars of chocolate in the fridge, plastered with sticky notes saying "for Ghost <3" in a messy scrawl.

Ghost who has two left feet.

Each time his mother tried to teach him how to dance, he would always end up tripping over his feet and crashing into something. The only time he's not fallen over is when he danced with Soap. He was so mesmerised by the feeling of Johnny's arms over his shoulders that he forgot how to fall over

Ghost who has vitiligo.

The patches of pale white on already light skin give him a ghostly appearance. It almost seems that you you see through him if you tried hard enough. Ghost dislikes his vitiligo, but each time Gaz discovers a patch he hadn't seen before or just sees one in general, he presses a soft kiss to the skin.

Ghost who is a bird person.

He will sit there for hours, looking at birds and naming them from memory, not disturbing them because he's just that good a sitting still because he's a sniper. Price has been made to listen to hundreds of talks on birds. Elaborate hand gestures and excited rambling at the speed of light fill the room as Price just watches Ghost and is thankful he's happy.

[bloodismymedium]

My Mona Lanius Headcanons (Warning: lethal amounts of cringe ahead)

🔪 Mona grew up in a very privileged and lavish lifestyle, her parents being insanely rich and living in a mostly white, gated community. She had a relatively average childhood but lived as a recluse due to her deformities and an extreme sensitivity towards sunlight that forced her to stay inside at all times, usually cooped up in her bedroom, painting and drawing the day away, having exhibited great artistic talent at a very young age.

🔪 Young Mona become something of an urban legend as people who saw glimpses of her from her bedroom window believed she was a ghost due to her chalk white skin and dark hair and some of the neighborhood children always tried to break in and get a good look at her, those who did were either frightened or would mock her relentlessly. Social detachment and living with a distant and rejective family who resented the way she looked caused her to become extremely resentful and emotionally detached from people to the point where she began to view the world and humanity as a whole as just “ugly and wrong”, which would play into her complete lack of empathy and morals as an adult, as well as her motives as a serial killer.

🔪 Mona is a product of incest, the Lanius family having practiced inbreeding for generations, believing in a false notion of keeping their bloodline “pure” and while Mona’s parents looked completely normal they were emotionally and mentally stunted and had a lot of health problems. Mona meanwhile is the complete opposite as she is extremely intelligent and has superb health but is heavily deformed. Her deformities include full body vitiligo, extreme photophobia (a skin condition identified by an allergy towards sunlight), Marfan Syndrome (longer than average limbs) in her arms, legs and fingers, extreme ocular albinism as well as larger than average eyes, a minor cleft lip and Kyphosis (hunched back).

🔪 Mona is seven feet tall, 7’2 to be exact. Her incredible height paired with her lanky physique adds to her intimidation factor, this combined with all of her other physical attributes causes most of her victims to believe she’s some kind of demon or monster, a notion she finds vey flattering as she doesn’t really consider herself human at all anyways, having a very negative outlook on humanity.

🔪 Mona practiced extreme levels of self harm up until her mid-twenties, cutting herself so much that her arms, legs and inner thighs are now just completely shredded and having lost almost all feeling in those areas as well. Mona’s reasons for self harm stemmed mostly from depression with a hint of masochism and she only stopped after meeting Bill Collins.

🔪 Mona flip flops between being a girly girl and a tomboy in terms of her taste in clothes and fashion. She fantasizes about dressing up in gothic lolita and a leather jacket with combat boots equally and while she does have a passion for clothing, her height and awkward proportions make it difficult for her to wear most clothes and she is usually limited to wearing oversized, unflattering clothing such as her iconic painting smock, much to her disappointment.

🔪 Mona is definitely not a picky eater, being a cannibal and having a preference for raw meat as well (the brain and heart are her favorites) but strangely enough, she also loves sweets, having a powerful sweet tooth ever since she was little and she has a habit of stealing anything sugary from the homes of her victims to indulge in (pop tarts are her favorite).

🔪 Mona’s favorite animal is the owl, especially Barn Owls as they remind her of herself, owls were also one of the most common images she painted/drew as a child. Mona has great affection towards animals that are typically considered “creepy” or “gross” in general (rats, bats, roaches, spiders just to name a few) and has great disdain for “cute” animals like cats and dogs. Mona’s relationship with animals may or may not be a parallel of her self image and outlook on people/society and how they treated her 🤔🤨🧐

🔪 Mona LOVES dolls, plushies and stuffed animals, especially clown dolls (she thinks clowns are neat in general really) and she has an impressive collection stashed away in one of her many dwellings, the vast majority of her collection are stolen from victim’s homes and she likes making frankensteinian monstrosities out of them by stitching them together as well.

🔪 Mona’s first victims were her parents, having dismembered them with an axe when she was only thirteen where she then burned her entire house down with the remains of her parents inside, taking only the clothes on her back and a few art supplies with her before jumping the gates of purebred neighborhood and officially starting her career as a “true artist”.

🔪 Despite growing up in a literal mansion, Mona prefers to live in dark, damp and cold places that are basically rotting away around her, finding strange comfort in such places and she would actually prefer to sleep in an open grave and spoon a rotting corpse than in a warm bed. The abandoned lighthouse was the longest she squatted in an area as she liked it quite a bit, too bad that little shit Fuckboy Cory™ would result in her needing to move out 😡

🔪 On top of being a talented painter, Mona has many other skills and talents that she acquired through her rich parents wanting her to be more “cultured” to make up for her physical appearance, these include sculpting, photography, sewing, hunting (as well as cutting and dressing meat) and musical talents with the violin and piano as well. Her high intelligence allows her to pick up on things quite fast.

🔪 Mona dreamed of being a surgeon when she was child, having a lifelong fascination with organs and blood even at a young age but also having aspirations of being appreciated and accepted by others in spite of the way she looked. Mona would spend her days reading medical books and “practicing” on her stuffed animals, tearing them apart and stitching them back together. Mona also developed a fascination with drugs and narcotics and the effects they have on people and would sometimes experiment with them by slipping one of dozens of substances her parents were addicted to into the drinks of house guests.

🔪 Surprisingly, Mona isn’t that into slasher/gore/extreme horror films, she finds herself bored by them because she does things a thousand times worse than anyone at hollywood can come up with every day. Instead, she is a total slut for classic, black and white era horror and science fiction and her all time favorite film is Frankenstein. Some of her other favorites include Freaks, Fiend Without a Face, Nosferatu, Creature from the Black Lagoon and This Island Earth. With that said, there are still some gory films she greatly enjoys and even finds inspiring such as House of 1000 Corpses, the Guinea Pig series and the Terrifier series.

[flowersnbunnies]

Hello!!! As a thank you for the followers and support. I give you. Ghoap baby! Her name is Odette Riley-MacTavish, she has vitiligo and inherits most of her looks from her papa (ghost) but she got the big ole blues from her daddy (soap)

Seahorse hihi

[avkizi]

MARAUDERS ERA DR INTRO !!

BASICS ౨ৎ-----------------------------------------------------------------

||*.name: venus mayumi

||*.nicknames: rings, vee

||*.birthday: 06/04 (11)

||*.pronouns: she/her

||*.occupation: student @ hogwarts

||*.ethnicity: filipino/japanese/german

||*.blood status: half-blood

APPEARENCE + MOODBOARD

⋆.˚ lil blurb: i have vitiligo, which affects my eye, skin in some smaller patches, and the front bits of my hair, making them lighter ⋆.˚

SCHOOL/SOCIAL ౨ৎ-----------------------------------------------------

||*.house: gryffindor

||*.friends: marauders & valkyries, + regulus black (♡), dorcas meadows, pandora rosier, kingsley shacklebolt, & emmeline vance (civil w/ the skittles/emeralds bc of reg)

||*.animagus form: raccoon

||*.personality/social life: lowkey a little loud, def more similar to james & sirius than remus & peter, but i actually know when to shut tf up, and i'm generally well-liked. there isn't as much hatred of other houses, and a lot of the death eater/pureblood stuff is way less prevelant, so friendly rivalries are common, but no all-out hatred. me n sirius are beaters for the gryffindor quidditch team (i'm also lowkey ripped asf hehehe), but i end up having to drop out mid fifth year from an injury, so me n lily end up commentating (lmao).

||*.hobbies:

muggle volleyball thrifting, crocheting, embroidery, & sewing singing + playing electric guitar jewlery making rock, fossil, and bone collecting/foraging parkour roller skating quidditch

WORLD STUFF ౨ৎ--------------------------------------------------------

||* uniforms arent as strictly enforced, fridays, weekends, and non-school days like holidays you can wear regular clothes undr your robes, accessories are always allowed (jewelry, belts, hair shit, etc.)

||* there are a bunch of extra curriculars available like different clubs, etc. and theyre lowkey super fun theres like baking club, art club, care of magical creatures, its so sick.

||* they do so many fancy events theres a halloween masquerade ball, easter ball, valentines day dance, autumn/spring equinox events, etc. also the triwizard tournament didn't get banned and there was one in my fourth year bc i said so

||* it's genrally recognized that students within the same house arent all the same sow hile friendly competition is encouraged, it's also common for students to have friends from other houses, and ppl are allowed in other house's dorms & common rooms if they're invited

||* there is a bioluminescent cave pool under the castle and its so fun to hang out in oh my god its not cold or anything its just soso cool

||*voldemorts downfall happens the year after we graduate (aka the order destroys all the horcruxes), and nobody i know well dies so none of the betrayal happens, but regulus does end up taking the mark but dosen't believe in all that shit & works as a spy (snape could NEVER) for the order, and still destroys the horcrux but survives and fully leaves his family (suck it walburga and orion)

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has three pets, two cats and an owl, whos names are mocha, shinya, & ghost, (the cats r technially communal between me n the valkyries bc they live in the dorms w us, but idc)

bands/music artists and slang r all the same as they are now, but technology etc is all 70s (w/o the homophobia racism etc)

i shift in the day before i get my hogwarts letter

sirius and reg are irish twins so while reg is still younger hes in our year (along w the rest of the skittles/emeralds its for simplicity)

there is a creek/river system in the forest and its so cool to hangout near theres like fossils and bones and cool rocks and shit EVERYWHERE i love it

the lake is swimmable (unless you can't swim cough cough regulus black) and its super fun theres a dock and floating platforms and stuff its amazing when its hot out

the dr follows kind of an atyd type timeline of events w exceptions

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that's all pretty much!!! thats a long one lmao sorry abt that but also if y'all knw any younger raspier british fem voiceclaims pls tell me im in the trenches rn trying to find a british vc that dosent sound like shes in bridgerton lmao ok byeeee love u

[bagofshinyrocks]

Face to Face

Prompt: Reader has vitiligo and is insecure about it. Ghost finds it attractive. [Requested by anonymous]

Featuring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: insecurity about vitiligo; past teasing/bullying/disrespect/etc. regarding vitiligo; no reference to genitalia, but reader uses he/him pronouns; besides the skin condition, no reference to the reader's skin color; no smut, but nudity; two dudes who like dudes making jokes about dudes liking dudes

Note: Vitiligo is an autoimmune disorder wherein patches of skin lose pigment. I totally recommend looking it up if you haven't heard of it.

A/N: Brain shit itself, but hopefully this is still enjoyable to y'all.

You could have kicked yourself. All the years of prods and nicknames (especially in the military), polite and impolite inquiries, stares. You had tried sunscreen, makeup, every medicine available to you either at home or in the clinics. Even did some research on phototherapy.

And you could have just worn a fucking balaclava like this bloke from ‘Manchesta’ (with quite the man-chest). No one even looked at him for very long. You figured wearing a goofy costume mask would get eternal ribbing, but no. None at all. Very relieving to you.

The next time you changed bases you started wearing something to hide your face. Balaclava, facial mask, sunglasses. If it was in regs, you wore it. And it felt a bit better. Not that you couldn’t go outside without something, but the looks or stares didn’t bother you.

You coulda kissed Ghost for having such a genius idea.

Then you actually got to know the bastard. God, he was scary. No wonder no one teased him.

You started working with Ghost on base a few weeks after first seeing him, and the two of you were actually on friendly terms. You were one of the few he seemed to like. If it was it a good thing or a bad thing, you weren’t quite sure yet. 

He would sit with you at meals where you got glimpses underneath that mask. Find you during training and start competitions. Playful nudges and shoves in the hall. Ribbing and teasing. It was really nice.

“Have I started a trend?” he teased, plucking at the cloth of his mask.

“You do realize its like ten degrees outside? Not interested in snot-sickles every time I sneeze.”

A rare chuckle. “Tha’s true. Snot-sickles are prob’ly not in the regs.”

“Definitely not. Distracting. Unprofessional.”

A gloved hand landed on your shoulder and gave you a good shake. “I bet you could pull it off though.”

“Oh, you betcha.”

It hadn’t even occurred to you that Ghost had yet to see your face. He’d seen your hands and forearms, and you figured that he knew what vitiligo was and that odds are it was on your face too. You appreciated the balance. He knew which mask jokes were funny and which were uncomfortable, and you two could shoot back and forth.

Finally, after some disgusting obstacle training, you were in the men’s room together, bitching and stripping in a wholly unsexy manner.

“Fuckin’ God,” you gagged, wringing out socks and shoving them in the laundry bag.

“I’d rather get shot in the arse than do that again.” The heavy thunk of boots on the tile. Then he braced himself on the counter and slipped out of his outermost pants. You whistled, and he told you to fuck off.

You went to the showers and decided it would be most efficient to rinse your clothes and gear at the same time as you washed yourself.

Your helmet, the various plastic pads on your joints and limbs, your vest. The slowest, muddiest strip tease. You’d rinse off your shirt a bit, ruck it off and wring it out like a towel and chuck it to the side. Then your pants, your undershirt. 

A quick glance behind you and you could see Ghost continuing to struggle with twigs and leaves stuck in the straps of his tactical vest.

You shucked off your undergarments and a good round of water and body wash got the mud, dirt, and sweat off. It had been a minute since you showered with someone else there in the group shower rather than the little cubbies. But Ghost wasn’t looking. You thought.

He had told himself that he was only staring at your naked ass and back because he was curious about your skin. He thought it was maybe burns or scarring, but it appeared all over your body. They didn’t look painful or raised. They were fascinating. Sexy.

His head snapped back to the front and he yanked off his vest. Was he being a creep? A sneaky glance back to you. You were none the wiser.

If he wasn’t staring at your vitiligo, did that mean he was staring at your ass? Nah, you were his mate. Wanting to touch your skin was because he wanted to see if the depigmented patches were raised, or felt different. He wanted to see if the same pigmentation was on your front. Symmetric or asymmetric. Not because he wanted to see anything in particular on the front of your body.

The water shut off and his head jerked away.

Whilst distracted, he had stripped down to his undershirt and boxers and rinsed off a bit in the sink. 

You wandered back over with a towel wrapped around you and another in your hand, drying your face and head.

“Mate, I had mud in places I didn’t even know I had.”

Ghost chuckled. “Wash behind your ears?”

You tilted your head and showed him. “Yep. With soap even.”

Finally, his eyes fixed on your face. You were in front of a mirror, but you were distracted with brushing your teeth and checking yourself for cuts and bruises. And he wasn’t being a creep. Right? Fuck, he felt like a freak.

To make himself feel better, he tugged off his balaclava and dropped it with the rest of his discarded clothes. A cursory scrub of his face in the sink.

Oh, good, he wasn’t being a freak. Because your eyes kept darting to his face.

“Alright, 50 minutes.” You patted the washing machine. “Time for a fat nap.”

Simon wrapped an arm around your neck and gave it a gentle squeeze. You grabbed at his bicep and turned to look at him. So close, his nose almost brushed the skin of your cheek.

“Harder, sir.”

He almost laughed but kept it in. A quick movement and you found yourself in the hallway as Simon dragged you backwards to his room.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

You went limp and he finally laughed. 

“That won’t save you, pretty boy.”

Goosebumps. A warm rush of blood under the skin of your face. A funny feeling in your stomach. The hair on the back of your neck stood up. You were not excited to decode why you had that reaction to those words.

The officer’s quarters were nicer than the regular ones, with a private room. Small, but private. So (what felt like) a few seconds later you were in Simon’s room. On his bed. On top of the sheets, but still on the bed.

Then he crammed in next to you.

“It’s fine if it’s back to back,” he teased, pressing up against you and ‘got comfortable’, meaning he was rocking around and bumping into you on purpose.

“Yeah, sure. You like having your ass against my ass L.T.?”

“Fuck we supposed to do? Lay dick to dick? Snuggle arse to dick?”

“I’m wearing socks, L.T.” You flipped around and settled your hands over his shoulder blades. “Want a… back rub, sir?”, you said as sensually as you could while trying not to laugh.

Simon craned his neck. “You will turn back around and make our arses kiss or I’m going to break your arms.”

The bed shook with your laughter.

“We have 47 minutes to nap. Hop to.”

“Yes, sir.”

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Posted: 2024 January 7

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[akumamazoku]

COD AS DOGS

hihi!!! i haven’t posted in a while, but id been working on this, so i thought it might be neat to throw in

ive seen a couple people dogifying the cod characters, so i thought id try my hand at it and what i thought they could be

soap: obviously i had to make him a scottish dog breed, how could i not! i settled with the deerhound because theyre not too big, decently fluffy (all the other characters are basically just shaven flat) and known to be very friendly! i thought it suited him the best, + i could sneak in the mohawk lol, i also thought all of them would inevitably get scars, soap’s just show the least because he has mid-length fur

gaz: other than soap, i had the least trouble with picking his breed, i immediately knew i wanted him to be a smaller dog, since i knew the other two would suit larger dogs better, and i immediately stumbled across the manchester terrier. the breed felt like the perfect fit! i was looking for dog breeds usually found in the area where a character is from (i.e scotland, england) and the manchester terrier fit that!

ghost: actually, i immediately had an idea for this guy! i know some people still just give him the mask, which can 100% fit, but i thought making his signature skull part of his markings instead would be even cooler, so my mind immediately went to a vitiligo dog! (excuse the incorrect spelling of it on the drawing pls :’]) picking the breed was a bit harder, but i knew i wanted a muscly dog usually considered to be more dangerous, and while i was originally considering a leaner, more stealthy dog, a pitbull just seemed like it would fit, with how misunderstood they are! i patterned his face to look skeletal, and then i was done!

price: price’s design definitely caused me the most trouble, i was researching breeds for a while, before i finally decided on the bullmastiff. i don’t have much of an explanation for his, i simply saw it and thought it would be great for his character! i did give him some greying fur, because he is the oldest out of these four (to my knowledge, not sure about ghost) so i thought it was a neat detail!

thanks for listening to me rant, hope u liked the dogs!!!

[geoxstxrs]

NINJAGO HEADCANONS!!!!

since im bored like shit rn here are some ninja hc's i have :)

JAY:

-Likes having his long curly hair more than his short ginger hair

-Left ear piercing

-Snake fangs (from his date w/ Nya during S1)

-Heterochromia (brown and blue)

-Randomly finds white hairs on his head (bc of his prime empire avatar)

-Anxiety and ADHD

-In his early 20's

KAI:

-Red marks around his eyes from holding Chen's staff

-Covered in scars and burns

-Vitiligo on his hands and arms

-3rd tallest

-Aquaphobia (side note but didn't he have aquaphobia in possession and it just like....went away...???)

-Rough palms

-Brown eyes with red hints

-In his mid 20's

ZANE:

-His body temp is always cold

-Glowing eyes

-Gets a LOT of scratches (mostly on his hands)

-Loves bracelets (him and Nya make bracelets together)

-100+ years old

COLE:

-Dry skin (doesn't lotion regularly)

-Dreads ( I STAN BLASIAN COLE)

-The nicest out of the ninja

-Really strong even tho he barley works out (his elemental power enhances his strength)

-Right eye is dark green after being a ghost

-Has the most piercings

-His green eye glows orange while he uses his earth punch

-In his late 20's

LLOYD:

-Teenager (19)

-Pointy ears

-He's naturally has brown hair but he dyed it while he was at darkley's

-Hidden dragon tail and Oni horns (After crystalized he stopped hiding them)

-Sharp fangs from Oni side

-Smooth skin

-Has the least amount of scars

NYA:

-Eyes glow azure after seabound

-Naturally smooth skin

-Hates having long nails so she bites them down

-A lot of scars and scratches

-Has blue water markings on her body

-Sleeps with her hair down

-In her early 20's