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suranet · 1 year
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back with another round of the robot dating scene!
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bisexualelphie · 4 months
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julie e os fantasmas (original julie and the phantoms) was so wild. like, what do you mean the boys were crushed to death by a truck? what do you mean julie has committed more than one crime? what do you mean the main triangle consists of a rockstar with a closet dnd player vs a my chemical romance revenge era rejected song? what do you mean the ghost love interest was a menace to society in life and public enemy number 1 in death? what do you mean he was tortured more than once? what do you mean there was a dude trying to enslave ghosts and this plotline only lasted two episodes????
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spider-man-2o99 · 1 year
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VERY mean and RUDE punk robot TEENAGER insults SPIDER-MAN and PRESUMES him to be a CAPITALIST for wearing a GAY ASS TOTE-BAG in PUBLIC. MORE news at SEVEN.
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pumpkinrootbeer · 7 months
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yeah that's it. that's jared's character
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s0fter-sin · 5 months
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the thing that gets me about the, "oh it's quick bc it's war, it's more realistic," defence for soap's death is 09 ghost's and roach's deaths were abrupt as well but they were still treated with dignity
ghost screams for roach and tries to kill shepherd before he’s killed. we the player get to sit and watch with a dying roach
roach tries one last time to get the dsm even though it’s hopeless. we see the way they throw ghost's body, the rising dread as they spread the fuel. the hatred for shepherd drags out when he flicks the cigar and lights it and the screen slowly darkens, music swelling as he gets away with it and roach finally dies as well
we hear price scream through the comms and the devastating realisation hits that if he'd called just a little earlier, they might have lived
that is how you do an abrupt but dignified death that respects the audience
mw3 is how you throw together a rushed and disjointed climax and hope people swallow it
#soap dies from an out of character decision from price not letting him kill makarov in the helicopter#when price has had no qualms for the past two games to bend rules and make the choice he thinks is right not the one thats correct#and an out of character decision from soap to stab him in the shoulder instead of the head or just shooting him since he thought he was dow#theres no reaction from anyone apart from ghost and price saying his name#gaz just calls price to disarm the bomb#then they stand there looking at soap as price calls in a debrief#theres no anger no devastation no lighting the fire of revenge#theres no music nothing to symbolise this loss not only of a main character that we love but a character we /play as/#theres nothing in the writing the characters the music the atmosphere to push this as an emotional scene#hes just there#makarov doesnt come across as a true villain to be afraid of and angry at#hes just a guy that shot someone bc he brought a knife to a gun fight#all of this after stripping soap of his main kill and personal enemy with a pathetic excuse#which was already insulting#but to bring graves back from the dead then hammer home four seperate times that soap is 100% dead? that felt targeted and deliberate#it wasnt a meta choice to prsent his death as realistic#stories arent meant to just be realistic theyre supposed to evoke emotion#this was a poorly written death in a poorly written story for a rushed campaign and theres nothing else to it#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#cod mw3#mw3 spoilers#john soap mactavish#soapghost#soap cod#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#captain price#kyle gaz garrick#call of duty#we’re a team. ghost team
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sugared-bones · 11 months
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Might as well post some of my art here, I finished some ref pages for my ocs recently
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katnissgirlsmakedo · 1 year
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i need to kill tiktok with hammers. no it’s not enough to delete the app the emotion i’m feeling is much stronger than that.
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whumpacabra · 7 months
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Day 7 - Radio Silence
Bombing mention, military setting, teammate captured, assumed death of a teammate, adult character referred to as kid, angst
[Directly follows Wolf Down]
Comms-off ops were freeing in a way Ghost had forgotten.
It wasn’t that he disliked working with Wolf or that he thought the apprentice was slowing him down. (On the contrary, he thought keeping the young gun around was improving his own instincts and skills). He simply…forgot how comforting the silence was.
No sitreps, no copies, no static crackling at his peripheral - just night air and blood on his hands. There was something primal about it, something that reminded him he was no avenging angel working to remind wicked men why they should fear the shadows.
He was just another weapon with a price.
And weapons didn’t have to think, didn’t have to worry - he just needed to complete the job and move on.
Perhaps that’s what motivated him to be so ruthlessly efficient that night. Kill the guards. Enter west wing of compound. Descend placing charges. Set the fuse. Return to the surface.
Watch the world burn.
And repeat.
Their targets were spread across hundreds of hectares, but the flat desert plains let the crack of shattered concrete and screams of warped rebar echo like fiery thunder in the distance.
Ghost had cleared the south bunkers with time to spare. Time in blissful, terrifying silence with nothing to do but pace the rendezvous point and admire his work from afar.
Ten minutes passed. Then twenty.
His pacing intensified, his track making a rut in the sandy soil beside the freeway. Wolf should have finished by now.
His apprentice was more than competent- he wasn’t supposed to worry about him, even if the kid wasn’t good at what he did, but -
Ghost had a bad feeling about this, something heavy and cold sinking in his gut.
He flicked on his comms, pulsing his connection in the static. He couldn’t risk speaking on the channel but Wolf should recognize the coded message -
“Bravo-1, we’ve got confirmed survivors at the north end.” English snapped, loud and clear over the dim static. The ice in Ghost’s gut coiled tighter. “Exercise caution - it’s believed a hostile is still on the scene. H through K have been evacuated but over watch has no eyes on potential hostiles past G.”
“Solid copy, Hera. Bravo team inbound - few minutes out.” The American man’s voice grew dark with a chuckle. “I take it you want him alive?”
“Correct, Bravo-1. No field executions tonight.”
Ghost shuddered, the chill of the desert night not responsible for the ice seeping into his veins. Wolf was down - dead or otherwise (dead would be a mercy, a relief, a miracle he didn’t deserve - )
Ghost couldn’t reach him in time. Bunker G was too far, and he could already hear the distant churn of helicopter blades. He repeated his desperate, subtle message.
“Wolf, are you broken?”
If his apprentice was alive he would answer. If his apprentice was alive Ghost would come for him, against all odds, even if failure was guaranteed.
If he answered.
If he was alive.
The static was still only punctuated by snappy English orders and the barking replies of loyal dogs. No response code. Not even a verbal acknowledgment - the kid had to know he was already made, why not speak? Why not respond to his mentor’s increasingly desperate question?
Ghost knew why - but he wasn’t ready.
He wasn’t ready to bury that kid yet.
Ghost sat on the side of the highway until the first violet threads of dawn began to crest over the eastern horizon. He didn’t care that he would be easy to pick out if the targets were doing a perimeter sweep. He just kept clicking his mic, the coded message repeating over and over and over.
“Wolf, are you broken?”
[Directly before Three Too Many]
(Part of my Freelancers: Swansong series)
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guideaus · 7 months
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king of upsetting people while chuckling about it
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...dammit I'm actually writing Christmas Carol fanfic. Why am I like this
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faeriekit · 4 months
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"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."
The body didn't move.
"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."
And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.
Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.
The dead body sat up.
Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"
Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.
Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.
"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."
The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.
"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."
The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.
It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.
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AITA for jerkin' it to Goya's Black Paintings?
Emojis for convenience and humor: 🎨🖼🍆💦
I know someone's gonna yell bait about this but idc, like, what? Do you want proof? Video evidence? Grow up.
So I (30x) really like Goya's Black Paintings. Like, Saturn Devouring His Son, Duel with Cudgels, A Pilgrimage to San Isidro. I think they're hypnotic, beautiful, evocative. They make me feel emotions I can't quite explain properly.
As the title says, sometimes I beat my meat to them. Whatever. It's not really about horniness. But the intent doesn't matter.
Recently (in a discussion about sexuality in art, I promise it was relevant, similar sentiments were being shared) I mentioned to my partner (33nb) that I do this. They were pretty taken aback.
Apparently, they find this 'gross' and 'kind of dodgy' because Goya's black paintings were never intended to be shared with a wider audience. They were art that he did not mean to share, painted on the walls of his house near the end of his life. They say it seems like the work is too personal to jerk off to, that it seems invasive or like a violation.
I don't think it's a big deal. The guy is dead, it's not like his ghost knows what I'm doing. It's a good thing to consider, but I don't think it ultimately matters, ethically.
So, I guess AITA for this?
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miserycanary · 1 month
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DEFINITELY NUTS ᡣ𐭩 ⤷ next
pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley & model!fem!reader
synopsis: Ghost mentions you but 141 doesn't believe that he got a wife
tags: crack (well, attempted), fluff
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Ghost’s strict rules for privacy are something the 141 has known for years now. He’s not the type of person to blab about his personal life and often chooses just to keep quiet. So, imagine their surprise when he suddenly says that he’s going to take a day off because his wife asked him to watch a play. 
“Price, ‘am not gonna be here tomorrow. Got a date with my missus.”
All eyes are on him, everyone stills. “WIFE? Since when?!” Soap exclaimed, finally breaking the silence. His eyes were almost bulging out his eyes. “Never told you about her?” Ghost hums, unamused by the Scottish’s exclaim. “Johnny here does have a reasonable reaction. You never tell us anything ‘bout you, mate,” Price joined, chuckling and pulling out a cigar. The man just contemplates before brushing it off and bidding farewell, leaving the group confused. 
“Ain’t no way he’s telling us the truth. That man ain’t got no bone in his body to bag someone,” Soap voiced out, looking for anyone to support his disbelief. “I mean..” Gaz whistles out, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head as if he’s agreeing to some extent. That’s when, unbeknownst to Ghost, he got the reputation of being delusional and a liar. 
Soap, still doubtful days later, watches the lieutenant with a vision like a hawk. “Hey, lieutenant.” Ghost snaps his head up, looking at him. “How was the date with your wife?” Immediately, everyone else stopped what they were doing, silently listening. It was obvious he was baiting Ghost, emphasizing the wife as if putting on quotes. They weren’t as nosy as Soap but each one of them still held a bit of doubtness that the brick wall of the team managed to get a girl, and even marry her.
“It was okay. The missus had fun,” Ghost chuckles, fondly remembering how you were beaming on the way, rambling about the plot of the play. “Can we see pictures?” Soap smirked thinking he finally got the lieutenant but was taken aback when Ghost only shrugged and pulled out his phone before freezing. “Ah, we didn’t take pictures yesterday. Said she wanted to live in the moment.” 
Soap whipped his head to signal to Gaz, seemingly saying ‘See? He’s definitely lying! How convenient he has no pictures.” 
“How about just a picture of your wife?” Kyle suggested, now invested while Price seemed to be shaking his head in the corner. “I have none with me but..” With a few clicks, Ghost holds up his phone for everyone to see. Like birds, everyone flocked around him, curious to see. For a while, everyone was surprised and sure the man was lying. I mean, he just showed them a picture of a drop-dead gorgeous model from a magazine! 
‘He's definitely lost it’ everyone seemed to think, offering pity glances at the man who had this prideful shine in his eyes. Walking up to his superior, Soap patted him on the back. “It’s fine, mate… we understand how difficult it must be.” ‘not having a lady at all’
Thinking Johnny meant about your hectic schedule, he agreed. “It’s quite tough but we make it work,” he chuckled which made everyone wince.
‘Definitely nuts!’
Weeks passed after that and the topic never got brought up, until Ghost came in with a bento in hand covered with a handkerchief with frilly ends. When asked about it, he replied, “Ah, wife’s testing out recipes for an upcoming TV show. ‘S been practicing and asked me to bring one.” Once again, he was given pity glances and even heard a defeated sigh from Soap. 
‘He’s too far gone’
“How’s work?” you ask, dazedly paying attention to the movie you guys put, more invested in burying your face in Simon’s chest while he drapes both arms on your waist, completely engulfing your torso under his muscles. “Been getting a few weird stares,” he mumbles, playing with your hair and pressing kisses on your forehead. “Why?” you peer up, resting your chin on his shoulder. “I don’ know, princess.”
Meanwhile…
“Should we just… finally set the lieutenant on a date? I feel bad. I mean, he even lied about his “wife” making him lunch,” Johnny sighed.
“Probably the best idea,” Kyle nodded.
Now Price… he knows the truth. He met you before when you dropped by, asking for Ghost— which ended horribly— but he’ll lying if he said he’s not getting a kick out of this.
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sv4llm4nnen · 1 year
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