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ghouljams · 6 months

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Happy Halloween!! Die attempts to confront Ghost about his issues, Ghost doesn't respond well.

Tags: Ghost x f!oc/reader, angst, vague references to Ghost's canon backstory, hurt no comfort, Ghost is an asshole who can't communicate

Ghost doesn't even glare at you when he opens the door. Glaring you could handle, at least it would be a show of his feelings. No, the gaze he levels you with is cold indifference. You sit on his bed, all but begging for him to look at you with something other than disgust.

"Figures you'd be here," he grunts looking away to pull off his gloves.

"You're room?" You ask, eager for any bone he'll throw you.

"My bed," his tone is so even and cruel you wince.

"I thought we could talk," you try. Ghost stays silent, his focus on his nightly routine. He sets his gloves on his dresser, strips his shirt over his head, careful to keep his balaclava in place. You try to keep out of the rolling tide of his emotions. Disgust rears its ugly head too often for your comfort. Although you can't tell who it's directed at. If you weren't here you wonder if it would still point its wretched finger at Ghost. "Maybe I should start with an apology." You mumble. Ghost snaps the top drawer closed, presses his fists to the top and leans against it.

"You don’t even know what you’re apologizin’ for," he spits, you flinch. You don't know how to respond to that, what to say or how to say it. You don't have the words for the ache in your chest that his words conjure. He swallows, you feel his mind settle on something like pulling the brakes on a speeding train. Everything screeches to a halt, and piles in on itself. You'd be crushed under that weight, you don't know how Ghost can stand it. "Why couldn't we stay strangers," it's a question, but it isn't really. He isn't looking for an answer.

"I don't-" you don't understand. Ghost turns to look over his shoulder at you and you catch the spark of his glare, the cool heat that shoots through you.

“Least you can admit it,” He grumbles.

“If you would just talk to me,” You plead. Ghost slams his hands on the top of the dresser and you flinch. He clenches his fists tighter, another roll of disgust hitting him. Hitting him. It’s not you that he’s disgusted with, it’s himself. His anger, his hurt, his want to hurt you.

"Because everything has to be done your way.” He pushes his shoulders down, trying to keep the tension in his figure from showing. He’s wound so tight you’re worried he might break. “You couldn't just leave well enough- God, you can't leave me alone." You almost wish he were yelling at you, that it wasn't the cool even tone he always carries tearing you down. He yelled for Soap. Why won't he yell at you?

"I can't, I'm- the contract doesn't have a dismissal clause, there's no precedent-"

"So every fucker that gets one of you is satisfied with it? Don't believe that," he ticks his head to the side, clicks his tongue, "Give a man a brag rag that says 'e's a monster, and you lot think 'e's happy with it?"

"It's not-"

"How'd you tally it up? Hm?" Ghost turns towards you, "How’d you decide I couldn’t-” He looks away again. Couldn’t what? There’s nothing in your arsenal Ghost couldn’t use, no part of you that isn’t made to complement him.

"I'm a reward," you press. He looks at you again, eyes narrowing. You squeeze your hands into fists, dig your nails into your palms. You can smell blood, feel the sharp break of your skin.

"A reward. You think just because you give a dog a pretty bone it doesn't know it's gettin' kicked?"

You look away, you can't hold his gaze when he looks at you like that. A dog with a bone. His gaze is hot, his disgust pointed inward. He doesn't want to want you Iike he does. He wants you though. There’s a softness to it, an unease, a resentment. Another voice in his head that barks at him, reminds him of what he is. It feels older, darker. You don’t like it.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you try, you feel small, a bad sort of small. You don’t like this part of you, the human part, the cursed blood your mother gave you.

“No, you want me to hurt you,” He snarks, his sarcasm more biting than his teeth ever could be. Your ribs tighten around your lungs, squeezing them closer together until you can't feel them expand anymore.

“I don’t,” you mumble. Your throat hurts, scratches uncomfortably, and your eyes itch in a strange way.

“Wha’s that? Can’t hear you, love.” Ghost’s tone is mocking, he leans comfortably against his dresser. Smug, but not pleased with himself. You can feel it. He’s making a show of it, but it still hurts. Hurts in a way you’re not used to, but perhaps starting to be.

“I don’t!” You yell at him, sob at him. You press your hands against your face, unsure if it’s wetness from the blood or the new tears rolling down your cheeks. “Why don’t you like me?” You cry, pulling your knees up to your chest, “Why? I’m good, I can be good! I can be good, I promise." You feel your fingers trembling, your voice getting softer, more watery, “I can be quiet, you won’t even notice me, please.-" you draw in a breath, "-Please don’t hurt me.”

Simon’s horror slices through you like a knife. But it’s fine. You can't hold form anymore, you don’t have to feel it when you melt into the shadows. You don’t really have to feel much of anything, not like this. This is good.

“Die?” Simon calls, his fingers pressing against his blankets where you'd been, his eyes darting around the dim room. It’s ok, you can be good. Your weight leaves his chest, and a new one settles in its place, as familiar and dangerous as coming home.

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #x oc #simon ghost x reader #ghost x oc #simon riley x oc #simon ghost riley x oc #simon riley cod #ghost cod #oc: die #demon!darlings au #“How'd you decide I couldn't be saved” Ghost says absolutely destroying me #die baby I'm so sorry he's being mean to you #you come live with me I'll take care of you #she's such a wet cat I love her lol

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fakecats · 7 days

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juno rolls worst blunt ever

#trying to post more oc stuff so. this is it LMAO #there will be a webcomic on them btw #trying to post them more so that like. idk they Exist before the webcomic comes out #anyways happy weed day #my art 💫#my post 🔮#ViSUAL KiLL 🩸#< oc/webcomic tag #shitpost #artists on tumblr #420 day #weed day #original character #oc art #oc: juno #oc: die

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triptrippy · 1 month

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HAHA DUNGEON MESHI OCS theyve consumed me completely

#theyre all from kahka bruddddd theyre going into a dungeon for the first time theyre gonna die 50 times #my art #dungeon meshi #dm oc tag

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civetcider · 8 months

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making new OCs to cope with how bad i wanna be fishing right now (she/her for both)

#butch oc #butch4butch #anthro #safe fur work #furryart #civetworks #i dont have names for them yet #but im thinking ill just name them classic dude bro names or something like that #im so bad at making comics please be no typos ill die if there are #i had to not only do more then one background but also draw a car my hand will never recover #oakley and traver

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girlboyburger · 6 months

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#mspaint mouse doodlie #a mood as ive been coming out of my shell more and talking to people lately #(says something nice) (feels the need to clarify that i'm not flirting even though there's no reason to assume i was in the first place)#(tries to make a post about art being unable to be judged objectively) (writes 6+ paragraphs in my notes before condensing it to post)#this isnt me trying to be self deprecating btw i just know i do this :.] bc if i'm misunderstood i'll die.#oc: cow #fursona #furry #my art

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grapefruits-and-such · 28 days

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Quick sketch based on an interaction I had in-game

#Harvey’s dialogue ranges from ‘wash your hands<3’ to ‘I watched a man die once.’ and the whiplash will never not be funny to me #dude it’s 9am on a Tuesday you can’t just say that to me #stardew valley oc #stardew valley farmer #harvey sdv #sdv harvey #stardew valley #my art

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marsoid · 1 month

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RIDE OR DIE 💫

#my art #art #illustration #ocs #original character #ride or die comic #webcomic #comics #marsoid #character design #vick #phoenix

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beebeedibapbeediboop · 10 months

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" 'Something the matter postwoman? "

#artists on tumblr #art #illustration #ocs #the postwoman #the bad bad shadow guy #you guys were so not ready for this art #i dont even ship my own ocs BUT i WOULD DIE!!! for ambiguous relationships :)))#and designing clothes #i was vibrating at the speed of light while drawing this #yes yessss #we love malevolent characters making the hero uncomfortable in the most spectacular way

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artist-rat · 1 month

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also recreated one of my d&d characters, knell, & his void kitty, knead, in bg3. and lol, since i cannot have a black cat i downloaded a displacer beast mod instead

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #tav #oc: knell #as one does #so it's very casual and chill #it was a bit funny 'cause i still instinctively rp him worrying abt knead and running after it like it's a tiny jumpy baby meanwhile #knead is out there obliterating everything and tearing foes apart with a slow blink and cannot die #i mean it was funny in the og d&d as well bc knead is some ancient powerful entity but #at least it looked and somewhat acted like a regular cat so it was slightly more understandable lol

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hheisa · 7 months

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Getting ready 🏋️🏋️🏋️

#Anx sans #Undertale OC Battle Royal 2023 #Mint sans #Echo sans #echo flower sans #echoflower sans #He's going to die in the first round isn't it?#IMAGINE IF HE WINS 💀💀💀#IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY HELPPPPP WHDVJSBD

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cyrusthemagician · 3 months

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"Heheh I'm gonna put you into a meatgrinder"

AU'S BY @sm-baby and @hootbon GRHAHHHHH explodes

Please god have mercy drawing this felt like the rolling a ball uphill meme

Love them tho

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ghouljams · 2 months

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This is just a very short bridge for Ghost's story in the demon au, just to ease the transition between the sex and the angst, provide a little explanation for Ghost's pulling away.

In which you say some dumbass shit and ruin the mood.

You stretch your arms over your head, popping your back to get some of the soreness out. You give a pleased hum, relaxing back into a comfortable position sitting on Ghost’s bed. He’s busy stalling on getting ready for the day. You’ve never seen him do that, usually the man is the first out the door for PT.

“You were really brutal last night,” you grin, leaning forward and pulling your knees up to rest against them, “You’re lucky I’m not human, you might be having a different morning.” Ghost turns to you with a frown, his brows drawing together, the fabric of his balaclava moving over his mouth. You laugh, enjoying the way his eyes drag over you. You wonder if he’s listening.

“Meaning?” He asks. You tip your head to the side, they’re well healed by now, but you can still flash the blue-purple bruises from his hands around your neck. He freezes.

“Could’ve killed me,” You hum, Ghost’s eyes do something strange, filter through some strange roll of guilt, you push past it, try to assure him, “It’s fine, you don’t have to feel bad! I know you think about hurting me sometimes, so I just gave you a little push. Let you let the monster out.” You pick at the sheets, the silence starting to make you fidget. “Actually I was sort of worried you’d be super submissive in bed, I know a lot of big guys are hiding that behind the whole tough guy thing, but I was pleasantly surprised.”

Ghost doesn’t flinch. Actually he doesn’t move, period, but something hurts in him. Something dark bites at his lungs.

“I have to go,” He rasps, grabbing his gym bag and moving towards the door.

“Oh yeah, I guess we’re running a little late,” You hop off the bed, snapping the shadows of your clothes around your body, “What’re we-”

“Not we,” Ghost cuts you off, his teeth snapping at you before he can calm himself, “Just me, you stay here.”

“Oh,” you sit back down, frown at his back, “ok. I’ll stay here.”

He doesn’t say anything else, his knuckles white with how tightly he’s gripping the door handle. His emotions feel murky, dark and dangerous. You don’t know what he’s so upset about. You were trying to pay him a compliment. You’d think a man who’d compartmentalized himself away from his humanity would appreciate that.

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #x oc #cod x oc #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #oc: die #demon!darlings au

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catsharky · 7 months

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I'm sobbing and clawing at the screen begging Larian to just let my Tav give more hugs because so many of these characters need it.

WIP cause this is getting colours, I just like how the lines look

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #my tav #sharky's tav #she's a tiefling bard #also surprise! I'm not dead #Baldur's Gate just has me by the throat and it's not letting me tap out until I see the end credits #there's a new tattoo on my brain next to the Mass Effect one #I'm hopefully gonna do a 'BG3 characters get the hugs they deserve' series #Astarion was obviously first because. yeah.#Rolan's likely next cause I'm fucking gone on him too love him would kill and die for him would rip the heavens and hells apart for him #If Astarion hadn't swooped in and snatched my heart first I'd be real pissed that Rolan wasn't romanceable because hhhhhh #sharky art #tav: ember #oc: ember

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caemidraws · 17 days

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--- [gift for @persychan]

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #artists on tumblr #art #ocs #marsilio #pettirossi #text says: the three promises - first performance #this was a bday gift i just forgot to post it from like weeks agoooooo #but it was sent on the right day #anyway keep rolling those promises mars eventually you'll keep one out of pure statistics #he actually didnt die in the boss fight (despite his best efforts) so i guess the statistics' working

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444rockstargf · 23 days

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"heard that you like the bad girls." | spencer reid

video games. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: when the black cat meets the golden retriever.

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female!reader x spencer

word count: 1.2k

contents: opposites attract, spencer being a sweetheart, fluff, not proofread

it had to have been a cruel joke played by the universe when you and spencer were assigned to work on a job together.

your interactions with him had never gone past glancing at him as he passed by or blankly nodding at the factoids he spat at 100 words per minute. he was a self-proclaimed genius, equipped with intelligence that many could only aspire to obtain. so it didn’t make sense to you why it was always as if his IQ got slashed in half whenever he spoke to you.

spencer was a sophisticated individual, particular about everything from the way he carried himself to how each chestnut-brown strand of his hair was laid. while you were the polar opposite. you went with the wind, going wherever the night took you. your attire consisted of dark colours and you put minimal effort into making yourself look professional, though you suppressed your style just a little to help it meet the nonexistent workplace requirements. even with your lack of interactions, spencer could tell you had a bold personality. and he longs to search and explore every part of it.

the first step he took in getting to know you was offering to give you a ride to work. as usual, you were running late. he’d said that he’d be at your place by 7:30 and you watched the long arm of the clock tick to 7:29. you slipped on your dark brown sweater, letting it rest on top of your pleated black skirt. you hastily put on your dark tights, finishing off the look with your black doc martens. you looked at yourself in the mirror, making sure you didn’t look as crazy as you felt you were going.

as the clock hit 7:30 the doorbell chimed, perfectly on cue. you quickly grabbed your bag, dashing down the stairs until you reached the front door, seeing spencer through the lens of the peephole. you let out a soft breath, taking in the 6 feet of elegance that awaited you on the other side of the door. the bright morning sub made his hair appear to be made of one million pure gold threads, his eyes turning into soft pools of honey.

with a deep breath, you opened the door, greeting him with a warm smile. he met your eyes with warm eyes and the softest smile you’d ever seen. he stared at you, not saying anything for a good moment until you cleared your throat to catch his attention. he ran a hand through his hair, blinking himself out of his smitten daze.

he couldn’t get over how much he wanted to know about you. you were attractive in a frustratingly effortless way, like you just so happened to roll out of bed looking like a goddess. he had gotten lost in your gaze again, finally coming to his senses after another long minute. “g-good morning.” you laughed softly as he stammered. “morning, doc.” you teased, never having bothered using such formalities before.

he went to extend a hand toward you before thinking that he was moving too fast. “shall we? my car’s in your driveway.” you nodded, walking out the door and shutting it behind you, making sure to lock it as you and he strolled over to his car. he opened the door for you and you hopped in, slightly flattered by his chivalrous gesture. he got into the driver’s seat next to you, stealing a quick glance in your direction as you buckled up his seat belt. he’d never been able to take his eyes off of you, but the feeling got even more intense when you were this close, your scent filling his nostrils. he started up the car, pulling out of your driveway.

you yawned, rubbing your eyes as he began to drive down your street. he raised an eyebrow. “tired?” you nodded. he began to speak again, his eyes lighting up in the way that they usually did whenever he went off on irrelevant tangents. “for optimum health and function, the average adult requires around 7-9 hours of sleep to function properly during the day. but studies show that 60% of women fall short of that goal.”

you laughed a little, amazed by how quickly he could pull the facts out of his head. he pulled out of your street, driving in the opposite direction of the workplace. “how about we head down to that coffee place across from your house? i saw it when i was coming earlier.” and he absorbed knowledge like a sponge. you smiled. “yeah, that’d be great. thank you, spencer.”

you could’ve sworn you heard him squeal when you called him by his name. you pulled out your mirror, fixing up your hair as he pulled into the parking lot. “i’ll be back in a minute, okay?” he walked into the cafe before you could respond. and he hadn’t even taken your order. you were willing to bet a large sum of money that he’d draw an assumption on how you liked your coffee. you took it black, no cream and no sugar. but no guy had ever guessed that right.

you flipped through the radio channels, searching for something good to play. you assumed that you’d be waiting for him for a while. but he walked out of the shop before you could even settle on something to play. he hopped back into the car, holding two large coffees in his hand. your eyes were wide. “that was quick.” he nodded. “i ordered ahead of time. i had a feeling you wouldn’t be used to heading to work this early.”

you rolled your eyes, accepting the cup he held out to you with a smile on your face. you took a slow sip of the drink, eyes growing with surprise as you tasted the familiar, bitter mixture. he was watching you with a stupid little grin on his face. “no cream and no sugar, right?” your eyebrows inched up on your forehead. “how’d you know that?” he shrugged, putting the keys back into the ignition. “i see you everyday. it’d be a shame if i didn’t know how you took your coffee.”

you felt a sizzling sensation spreading in your cheeks. you turned away slightly, watching the atmosphere change as he drove away. the car fell silent, something you’d never expect from spencer. then he opened his mouth to speak again. “h-hey, i’ve been meaning to ask you something…” you tilted your head to the side, curious at what he had to say. he took a deep breath, trying not to sound as awkward as he knew he was. “all this work stuff is pretty hectic, like all the time. but you seem… i-i dunno. you always listen to what i have to say and never act like i bore you. s-so… i was wondering if you’d like to try out that new restaurant that opened after work…?”

he regretted asking as soon as the word came out, but you were grinning from ear to ear as you heard him speak like a normal, nervous guy instead of the genius he was. “you asking me out on a date, spencer?” he swallowed hard, quickly looking over at you. “i guess you could put it that way…” you stayed quiet, watching as he squirmed in his seat. you found that you liked getting him all riled up. you lifted up in your seat a little and pecked him on the cheek, his face immediately flushing with crimson. “pick me up at 7:30. don’t be late.”

you and him both laughed at the irony of that statement.

author's note: i need to rewatch criminal minds. i've completely forgotten everything about it

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spiraling-trap · 4 months

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Request : L and Light shopping at hot topic in 2007

they have eachother blocked on myspace

#emo light is funny because canon light would be the type of person to rather die than be seen even walking PAST a hot topic #but i made light my barbie doll. my emo oc #death note #light yagami #l lawliet #lawlight #emo lawlight

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