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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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{Reaper pact au: Soap visits R/n in the Hospital after breaking her wrist tripping on her untied shoelace, This takes place before R/n makes a pact with Reaper! Ghost.}

R/n, to Soap: I’ve been in 40 accidents just this month alone. The Gods must have a plan for me.

{Neither mortal notices the dark spectral being leaning against the doorway, watching them with a bored expression.]

Ghost, speaking over Soap: Yeah, but I keep failing because you come out alive every time.

R/n: What?

{Ghost perks up, did she hear him just now?...]

Soap: What?

R/n:...You said something right?

Soap: I said some force out there really must really get they’re jollies off watching ye get hurt...

R/n: No, yo...

(She realizes that wasn’t Soap’s voice she heard.)

R/n: Uh, Never mind, I think the pain killers are just making me tired...

{The two go back to chatting.)

Ghost, stares at R/n intrigued: Hmmm, That’s new...

#s: tiktok #with some adlib added #call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #call of duty 2022 #reaper pact au #reaper! Ghost #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #afab reader #john soap mactavish #platonic! Soap MacTavish #soap x reader #witch!reader

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luminousbeings-crudematter · 9 months

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okay i'm back on my AU Reaper! Ghost shit again. hear me out.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Roba buries Ghost alive, but Ghost refuses to die. He's running out of breath, he's tired and thirsty, he can feel Death approaching (it’s essence tastes like the dried blood under his broken fingernails and the bitterness of fresh mud on his tongue) and yet. He refuses to die.

Death can have Simon Riley when it has earned Simon Riley. And It never quite gets there, because Simon is filled with fury, and torment and a need for vengeance that runs so deep in his veins that he de-thrones Death, becomes Death himself.

Yamraj, Mors, Ankou, Thanatos, Grim Reaper - he's called many names over the countless lifetimes he lives, and as time passes, he forgets who he used to be. He forgets Simon Riley.

And yet, time continues its relentless passing while he stays frozen, doomed to aid the journey into whatever comes after, doomed to play passive witness to war and famine and drought but also to prosperity and times of peace and accord. Death never stops, after all, and It comes for everyone.

Simon has one job - unarguably and absolutely the most important job in the universe. And yet, he finds himself...discontented. With every name on the list he reaps, with every cheek or hand he kisses, with every soul he is forced to console, he becomes increasingly desensitised, further losing his grip on who and what he used to be.

Until a curveball is thrown his way, changing everything forever.

Because he sees you. And he can’t look away.

You won’t die in that accident, he knows that. It comes very close (your name flickers on and off Simon's list) but you won’t die. Neither will the drunken driver who rams into you, and Simon finds himself filled with an emotion he hasn't felt for a while. He feels fury.

And yet he's forced to set it all aside, finding it hard to breathe as you’re pulled out of the car. He stands over the paramedics’ shoulders as they work on you. He kneels by your face and touches it, but you don’t feel it. He pushes blood-matted hair away from your eyes, but the strands don’t move.

He doesn’t know why a human who hadn’t even made it to his list captures his attention like this. He is infinite and omniscient and at the apex of every conceivable food chain. And yet, Death keeps a silent vigil by your hospital bed, waiting, watching, waiting.

And about sixty hours after the accident, your eyes open and you stare straight at him.

And somehow, against every rule of the universe, you see him. And this time, you're the one who can’t look away.

(Part 2)

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost #ghost au #fantasy au #Reaper! Ghost #simon riley imagine #lumi writes

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titsay · 2 years

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is it halloween yet?

#art #illustration #drawing #titsay #titsayart #artph #procreate #digital art #cat #cats #caturday #digitalpainting #flowers #halloween #ghost #bees #grim reaper

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 11 months

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"Ascend" by Dream in Ether

#Dream in Ether #Ascend #ghost #haunted #illustration #spirits #art #reaper #grim reaper

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ave661 · 5 months

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley - "Gilded Reaper" skin

#gilded reaper #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost cod #mw2022 #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #mw2 #modern warfare 2

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manga-meow · 10 months

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#ghost reaper girl #chapter 7 #shounen #manga #manga cap #my edits #monochrome #mangacap #manga panel #popular #cat #1k

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rochenn · 8 months

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sith afterlife looks a bit different.

#count dooku #my art #star wars #sith ghost dooku has so much potential.#the force looked at him and said bitch what have you done #and so it put him on reaper/ferryman duty #so he can see how many lives his actions cost. bc he has to send all of them off <3 individually <33

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joyjoy-ahoy · 3 months

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Ghost Family 👻

#artists on tumblr #original art #original character #oc #character design #ghost #reaper #grim reaper #monster girl #monster boy #art #mine #shoutout to poppy for designing ghoulash #without her booboo would've canonically been a homeless orphan #queue

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gummi-ships · 7 months

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Kingdom Hearts & Kingdom Hearts 2 Spooky Heartless

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lefttoesucker · 3 months

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The grim reaper outfit is making me feral every time I see it so here's a quick sketch of it :)

I'm also actually pretty pleased with the eyes for once

#this special outfit makes me feel like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time #i feel the emotional equivalent of shrimp colors every time i see it #beautiful beautiful war criminal #my babygirl #such a pretty little princess #simon ghost riley #call of duty #ghost #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #grim reaper ghost #simon riley #my art

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puppetmaster13u · 1 month

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Prompt in Memes 8

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yawnderu · 2 months

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Can I get a pic of your dick from above and pulling your underwear away can I get a pic of it from the front leaking and can. I get a gif from the side of it bouncing and twitching could I get a close up of the veins can you smack it on the camera lens at HD? can i

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luminousbeings-crudematter · 9 months

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Reaper! Ghost (Part 2 of ?)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

You both agree that your being able to perceive him is impossible.

He shouldn’t be anything to you but a distant future, an errant possibility when you cross the street, or, at worst, someone to curse at when a loved one is taken away.

But, despite all of it, you see him. It should be impossible, but you can see him. So that’s what you work with.

And despite it all, he doesn’t struggle to convince you of who he is. He doesn’t need to. With the way he looks, with how he speaks…nothing about him is human or normal.

Most importantly, nothing is normal about the way the doctors and nurses walk through him. When you’re told about all your injuries, your surgery, the scars you’ll carry on your body from the accident, he averts his eyes, then walks to the window looking lost in thought.

What does Death think about, you wonder. And why is he here?

But you also have questions.

Whatever roils within him is kept suppressed, and when he answers you, it’s with gruffness and stoicism, barely speaking in full sentences. He clears his throat a lot and his voice sounds hoarse.

Disuse, you guess. Who befriends Death, after all?

He tells you that he wears dark jeans and a hoodie because he can, and that carrying a scythe is impractical. He tells you he doesn’t know what comes after you die—it’s not like he can ask anyone—and his job is only to reap, and that the kiss of Death is real.

That one makes you pause, then blush. You hope it escapes his attention.

In hushed, stilted tones, you tell him about yourself. He doesn’t say much, but his dark eyes are keen and sharp, and they hold your attention absolutely. He doesn’t look away from you, not once, and at some point during the hours you speak, he sits on the visitor’s chair beside you. An action so human, so normal, that it makes you falter mid-sentence.

You ask him, tentative and shy, if he’ll take his mask off. He refuses immediately. You’re not on his list, he insists. He doesn’t know what would happen if you were to see the face of Death. It’s safer this way.

You understand his hesitation, you suppose, but it doesn’t mean you like it.

Over the next few days while you’re in hospital, you develop a tentative…friendship? You’re not sure. He’s strange—he doesn’t speak much, seeming to prefer silence, but he tries to answer any question you can think of. And you think of a few.

Have you met any famous people?

What are the funniest last words you’ve heard?

Did you reap the first Homo Sapien?

That last question makes him jerk back in his seat. He goes quiet for a while, looking down at his hands in his lap. Having slowly become accustomed to what you affectionately refer to in your mind as Death’s Necessary Quiet Time, you pick up your discarded book. You’re only through a few pages before he clears his throat.

“I wasn’ always…this.” That's all he says for a moment, and you put your book down slowly. “Used to–used to be someone. A person.”

He doesn’t say anything else, but his shoulders drop and he leans back in his chair. You suspect that it’s all he’s going to say on the matter, and you nod absentmindedly. It’s as you’d guessed.

He has certain undeniably human mannerisms. He blinks when you say something he didn’t expect. He’d become unnaturally tense, jaw tight and a vein throbbing in his forehead when you’d hesitantly told him what you remembered from your accident. Most human of all, though, is how is with you. How his fingers twitch when he looks at your own. How intently he looks at your lips. How, despite being Death himself, the kind of force of nature that escapes comprehension with how absolute it is, he leaves the room to give you privacy when you need it.

“Simon,” he says, suddenly, looking as shocked as you do when the words leave him. “My name is Simon.”

“Simon,” you whisper back, and he closes his eyes at the sound.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost #ghost au #fantasy au #Simon Riley imagine #ghost fanfiction #Reaper! Ghost #lumi writes

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reds-skull · 9 months

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