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sakuraghosttown · 1 year
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teruno and jiro wish you a merry christmas !
this drawing was made in 2001-2002, time flies fast
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roseyroseymae · 3 months
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Ghost of Christmas Past
“Would you so soon put out, with worldly hands, the light I give!”
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monstersandmaw · 1 year
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Chrimis Ghosti. Happ Festive.
(c) do not use, edit, reupload.
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shadyfernsart · 5 months
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I swear he insisted on wearing the Santa hat! I told him it wasn’t even Halloween yet, but he wants to get in the Christmas spirit early!
New ghost painting on 12x12 circle canvas
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slightly-brazilian · 1 year
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I'm beginning to imagine the fanfic 😅
My choices:
The Ghost of Christmas Past: Sherlock
The Ghost of Christmas Present: Mycroft
The Ghost of Christmas Future: John
*This list may change
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agatha-in-hogwarts · 1 year
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goodgrammaritan · 1 year
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ChRiStMaS gHoSt bLesSiNgS bE uPoN yE!
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reblog to send three ghosts after elon musk
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onebadnoodle · 3 months
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merry christmas!
were you visited by three ghosts?
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butteryplanet · 3 months
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sixleggedboar · 3 months
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I guess it‘s that time of the year again.
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sakuraghosttown · 3 months
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Merry Christmas by Coupy2
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roseyroseymae · 3 months
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Ghost of Christmas Present
My personal favorite of Scrooge’s visiting spirits. So full of warmth, love, and a lot of pettiness. The best reminder that we should cherish what we have NOW while it lasts.
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imperihoe-writes · 4 months
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Over His Shoulder
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Simon 'Ghost' Riley / fem!Reader
Summary:  Simon decides that his girl needs a Christmas tree (how on Earth is she going to properly celebrate otherwise?).
Content:   pure fluff, flirting, pining, first-dates-stage, kissing, Simon showing off all that military muscle
Word Count:  2.2k
Part: 1/2
Notes: I saw that @glitterypirateduck is hosting a 2023 COD holiday special and couldn’t resist putting in my own two cents. ✨ Inspired by the song Christmas Tree Farm by Taylor Swift, I had been wanting to write this exact thing for ages! Enjoy my dears. 🤍🎄
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Holding his large hand in hers, she closed her eyes as rare snowflakes drifted past, the sharp and icy wind stinging her cheeks and carrying the unmistakable scent of sap and green and Christmas.
"The fuck you mean you don‘t have a tree?"
Cracking one eye open again, she turned to stare up at Simon where they stood, hot mulled wines and ciders still clutched in their hands. 
He looked handsome, white-blonde curls partially hidden beneath a bright blue beanie, the new scar bisecting his lower lip and running down to his chin a darker shade of pink due to the cold. Stormy eyes watched her, way more intense than she would have anticipated given their light-hearted conversation only moments before.
She popped another cinnamon roasted almond into her mouth, letting go of him, before replying. 
"Well, none of my flatmates are home for the holidays."
Simon stared at her.
"And?"
With a huff and fond eye-roll, she peered up at him, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially.
"Don‘t tell anyone, Si. But I draw my feminism and equality line at carrying a Christmas tree through three neighborhoods by myself."
Amusement replaced the strangely endearing outrage over something as simple as a missing tree.
"I see. But it‘s your first Christmas away from your family, don‘t y’want to make it special?"
The question was uncharacteristically gentle. Simon brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, fingertips lingering on her cheekbone for a moment.
The cider in her bloodstream made her want to do reckless things, like pull him in closer and kiss him stupid for everybody to see. 
But although they‘d gone on multiple dates ever since he‘d come home from deployment, and even shyly kissed goodbye after the last two, she still felt awkward.
He was turning out to be everything she‘d ever wanted in a man: kind, funny, handsome as hell. Interested in her beyond her body. Attentive.
She hadn‘t wanted to fuck it up by being too forward, didn‘t want him to think that she was easy, even though she knew that this was a ridiculous and outdated thought (they weren‘t exclusive, but she wasn‘t above pretending that she hadn’t fretted about what he might be up to once he inevitably went back). And really, would it not almost be… equal to lying if she toned herself down? 
"We do have a mistletoe you know," she smirked a little, preening under his attention when a smile spread across his face as well, and he leaned in a little closer to her.
"Yeah?" He breathes, eyes dropping to her mouth for a moment. Just as she thought he might close the distance between them, a cackling group of middle-aged women bumped into her from behind. They were clearly sloshed, and one shouted an apology, but the moment was gone. 
Simon had reflexively curled a hand around her waist, and she could have sworn that she felt his searing presence even through the thick layers of a winter coat and jumper. He glared daggers over her shoulder, and she grabbed his chin gently to get his attention back.
Deep chocolate eyes immediately zeroed back in on her, making her smile. 
"It‘s getting kind of late, mind walking me to the train station?" 
Simon gave her a disbelieving look.
"You think I‘d let you drive all the way home by yourself? It‘s not safe." 
She hadn‘t really felt unsafe in Manchester so far, but if he wanted to come along she sure as hell wouldn‘t say no. 
They wandered the snowy streets, most of it melted into dirty slush already where cars continued to drive by. Someone somewhere sang an awfully off-key version of Last Christmas, just as Simon slid his hand into hers again. He kept looking straight ahead and sometimes across the street, clearly watching out for trouble. 
The Christmas market had been in one of the more family friendly neighborhoods, so his constant vigilance felt a little over the top, but she didn‘t complain. Instead, she started another steady stream of conversation about his time in the military, while he wanted to know all about her exchange program. 
Simon seemed as fascinated by her degree as she was about his job, which was a welcome change. Most guys she‘d been introduced to or had met here never really seemed to care all that much - but with him, she always felt like she came back more enriched within her understanding of the world whenever another date ended.
Lost in that thought, she noticed too late that Simon had stopped walking, only another street corner away from the train station.
"Si?" She asked softly, then followed his gaze. Tucked between two older houses and a small community park, there was a fenced-in area full of-
"Found you a tree," Simon grinned, then broke every single traffic law her mother had ever drilled into her and tugged her across the slippery street. 
"You can‘t be serious," she laughed, but went along, still clutching his hand. "It‘s just for one person, not even worth it!"
He shot her an unreadable look, something clearly on the tip of his tongue. But then he turned towards the elderly man running the little shop instead. His nose was ruddy from the cold, and the closer she looked, the more ancient he appeared. The man shot them a toothy smile, his little tree netting machine getting loaded by a younger guy she hadn’t noticed, as they wrapped a tree for a family.
"Welcome, welcome!" He called cheerily, and she smiled back. 
Simon dragged her around the whole thing, inspecting different trees of varying shapes and sizes. Most of them were too big or too expensive, but then they both spotted it: a medium-sized tree with the most perfect shape and color. 
"That one?" He glanced at her, smiling at the excitement on her face. When she nodded, despite being hesitant about the whole endeavor, Simon waved over the old gentleman so they could wrap it up. 
He shot her a look when she protested about him handing over a few pound bills, cringing because of the amount. She didn’t have much as a student, so him doing this for her was incredibly kind - but that was boyfriend behavior, wasn‘t it? Getting each other things just because you cared? 
The thought made her ache with want, and she wanted to kiss him as a thank you, but then Simon already heaved the entire bloody tree over his shoulder like it was nothing. 
"Oh my god, no!" She protested, trying to help him by at least holding one side of it. He was going to ruin his back and shoulders-
Simon smirked.
"Just put your feminism aside for me, doll," he mumbled, then turned towards the not far-off train station. "Think we‘ll catch the next?"
She huffed out a breath somewhere between amusement and exasperation, and then they carefully made their way back through the sludge and up some stairs, garnering a few curious looks due to their unusual cargo. Simon seemed unbothered as he gently placed the big tree down inside the train wagon, leaning it against a seat and standing watch over it like some protective father.
She brushed her hand over the coarse netting holding it all together, glancing up at him as they stood squished together.
"Thank you," she whispered, genuinely happy about the prospect that she actually would have a tree now. "You didn‘t need to." Buy me a tree, carry it home for me. Be this kind.
Simon tucked another strand of hair back in place, straightening her wooly hat over her ears and forehead before leaning in and pressing one quick, chaste kiss to her lips. 
"But I wanted you to have it," he whispered back in the same low tone, then kissed her again, just as briefly. "I like to see you smile like that."
"Like what?" She couldn’t help but giggle, cheeks burning. He held her flushed skin in his palm for a moment, still smiling as well.
"Like that." 
Like I‘m a little bit in love with you, you mean? Because yeah, I can admit the obvious to myself. 
"That‘s just me being a little tipsy," she teased him, but he shook his head.
"No," he rumbled, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose before releasing her, yanking the tree towards him when a good chunk of people got ready to exit with them. "That‘s you being happy around me."
Getting the tree up to the third floor looked easy when Simon did it, but she already dreaded having to take it back down once he was back on deployment. 
He looked barely winded, patiently waiting for her as she hastily rummaged through the endless depths of her purse for the house key. 
Simon looked around with interest as she let him in, and she send up a silent prayer of thanks that she had picked up all her dirty underwear from the sofa and bedroom floor last night. 
They decided that the only thing large and sturdy enough for the tree was her flatmates umbrella stand, that thankfully only housed one at the moment. Simon positioned her new tree just right, and then she had the honor of cutting off the protective netting again. 
Seeing it standing there, in the otherwise bare living room made her heart feel fuzzy. 
Turning back towards him, she beamed up at him. "It‘s so cute!"
He smiled back. "It sure is."
Deciding that the most important matter of business was done, she shrugged out of her coat and wooly jumper, the heater turned up to max already because she was that kind of person. Always cold, and always complaining about it, too.
Simon watched her with interest, but when he also reached up to undo the zipper of his jacket, she suddenly felt an onslaught of nerves.
Simon was in her flat. Her Simon, taking off the thickest layer between them, the one that would reveal his extremely lickable torso and arms and-
"Do you want a tea?" She asked quickly, voice an octave higher than usual from the sizzling electricity running down her spine at the thought. She‘d seen him in a compression shirt before, on their first date, back in autumn. But that had been inside a café, with a table safely tucked between them and a pair of grannies watching them like hawks. 
No temptation to jump across the table and climb him like a tree - at least none that she couldn’t reign in with an iron fist.
Simon looked surprised for a moment, then nodded with a shrug. "Sure, thanks."
He slowly followed her into the kitchen as she busied herself with the kettle, dumping two random bags of tea into mugs. Simon was in her flat. They were alone. Alone.
He stepped closer, curling his hands around the edge of her kitchen counter, still just looking at her. Something was burning in those dark eyes, bright and clear and greedy and she was going to combust into flames soon if he didn‘t stop. 
"Hey," he murmured eventually, voice gravelly as he leaned further into her space, but still leaving the option open to retreat if she wanted to. She didn‘t. 
The smell of sap clung to him, mixing with the unmistakable scent of honey-roasted almonds. God, he looked so sexy with his curls damp and even curlier than usual, pale skin flushed from the cold. 
"I was wondering…"
"Yes?" Her voice was barely a breath, stuck somewhere in her throat. When Simon smiled in that wickedly tempting way he did sometimes, her heart skipped several beats, mouth going impossibly dry.
"You mentioned something about a mistletoe? Just wondering if we already walked underneath it by any chance."
She immediately grabbed for his shoulders, sliding her hands into the nape of his neck. His eyes widened in surprise, but then she pressed her mouth to his, standing on tiptoes to reach him.
To his credit, he almost immediately recovered from the shock of her sudden assault, sliding one hand down her back and the other into her hair as he kissed her back. It was a little clumsy, with both of them pressing their lips hard against the other‘s - as though the pressure was the only thing able to communicate their need.
She whined a little, and Simon took that opportunity to open his mouth and gently slide his tongue along her lower lip. Like he thought she was fragile, like he didn‘t know how much she had craved him for weeks, maybe even months now. How he starred in her most depraved fantasies, how this sweet Christmas tree carrying side of him made him look only hotter in her eyes. 
So she sucked his tongue into her mouth, and Simon groaned in surprise as they stumbled a little under her enthusiasm, his thick body caging her against the kitchen counter top. Their tea mugs made a little clanking sound as they got pushed against each other, from her butt being lifted there or Simon‘s hands brushing against them - it was impossible to tell. 
But it still broke them out of their kiss, breathing heavily as they stared at each other in the dim light streaming in from the living room. His eyes were dark, and he looked happy and pleased and damn, the knitted sweater did things for his waist and shoulder ratio that had her swallowing.
Then, just as he leaned in for another kiss, she smacked her forehead. Hard. 
"Si, I don‘t even have baubles for my tree!“
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My general COD writing masterlist with all my stories including this one, a COD headcanons masterlist + the COD Halloween Monster Special. It‘s all linked separately in my pinned blog post for easy navigation as well!
next (nsfw) part -> read here!
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festive dividers by @cafekitsune ✨
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puppetdaily · 1 month
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The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come from A Christmas Carol at Chichester Festival Theatre
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pherredraws · 6 months
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hug! that! captain!
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