#phantom posts

[sewer-dwelling-cryptid]

blue...

[phantom-of-thee-library]

Was trying to see what the people (of tumblr) consensus was on Chetan Bhagat cause I was curious of his one book that loosely inspired 3 Idiots and I just... COLLEEN HOOVER??? What am I missing 🤣😭😂

[querenciateam]

Homemade chicken tikka masala for dinner tonight! Feeding the whole team makes me happy 😊 makes me feel close to my family back home, too

[s0ngsandstars]

I've been seeing a lot of catboy Shu, here's my contribution.

[ask-thephantom]

Well Hello There

I’ve opened my ask box for business inquiries 

Need a quick deal, questions on witchcraft, wanna collab hit me up

Also on the hunt for a familiar. ask for an application. 

[she-ra-imagines]

catra x horde!reader headcanons

getting this out of my system and starting this blog off RIGHT

when she first meets you, she’s standoffish at first. she’s snarky and aggressive the way she is with everyone. you’re just a soldier and she’s a force captain, so why should she care about you?

there’s something about you, though, that makes catra want to soften up a bit. when you smile, she smiles. when you laugh, she wants to laugh with you. she’s never really cared about someone this much before, and she’s not sure how to handle it. it terrifies her.

she’s always trying to show off for you

“heeeeyyy y/n...” *leans coolly against wall* *trips*

the other horde soldiers love you because catra’s always nicer when you’re around. normally she’s yelling and barking orders, but if you walk in the room her ears flatten against her head and she’s suddenly much calmer

catra LOVES when you touch her ears. she will practically melt into your hand if you reach over and give her gentle scritches. she’ll never admit it, but you swear you hear her chest rumble in little purrs when you do, growling slightly as you pull away.

“awww was that a p-” HISSSSSS

same goes for catra’s hair she loves when you pull it

catra has no problem with PDA. she’ll show you off to everyone in the horde, holding your hand and smirking as she pushes you against the wall and kisses you

she’s super careful with her claws when she touches you though you don’t mind a little scratching

“catra, you’re not gonna hurt me. i trust you.” 

catra likes curling her tail around you, especially when she’s anxious or needs comfort. her tail will wrap around your wrist or your waist, holding you close

from shadow weaver’s abuse to all her complicated feelings about adora, catra has a lot of trust and abandonment issues that she’s trying to sort out. part of your relationship is learning how to navigate those issues.

“please don’t leave.” “i won’t. i promise.”

catra’s quick to get jealous. if she sees you laughing along with lonnie, kyle, and rogelio, her ears will twitch and she’ll stalk over to your side, ready to pull you away for a “mission” 

catra curls up at the foot of your bed at night

she has nightmares sometimes - shadow weaver, entrapta...they haunt her dreams. you wake up to her tossing and turning in the middle of the night, muttering to herself. when she bolts upright, looking frantically around the room, tears brimming in her eyes, you know to pull her close and soothe her, gently holding her in your arms as you whisper gently in her ear.

“catra? everything’s okay. i’m here.”

when she’s out on the field commanding the horde troops, she always tries to keep an eye on you. she knows you can hold your own, but she still gets worried when she sees you up against the princesses

don’t think she won’t come down there and claw someone’s face off if you ever get hurt

her instinct, though, is to protect you.

“catra, i’m fine, i can still fight-” “no! i’m taking you back to the fright zone. i won’t risk losing you.”

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requests are open!

- phantom

[mostly-ghostly-gay]

Guess who gets freedom to post on blog!!

[bobbyfulbrightsuggestions]

burning scratching tired empty

you never knew why you did this

There's a purpose to everything and everything is a purpose. At the end of the day, you have it all. Eyes in the mirror. You take the contacts out and blink until the world unblurs.

hungry void with a back to it

People reaching, people touching, a real celebration. You wait and wait but it never seems to change. No one else is waiting. You peel your face off and rub down your skin.

no remembrance eighteen eighteen

tired pale glassy eyes

you