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punkeropercyjackson · 4 months

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Dead punk superheroes who seem super cool but who you realize are actually big ass fucking losers when you get deeper into their stories just hit different

@honeypotsworld @theautisticcentre @desi-pluto

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cyberbliitz · 2 months

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Two idiots in love!

I just wanted to draw more RedGhost and I went a bit nuts with the rendering lmao

#art #digital art #digital drawing #digital illustration #cyber art #oc x canon #cod #cod mw2 #redghost #simon ghost riley #reid red arven #call of duty #call of duty oc

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marvelman901 · 1 year

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Fantastic Four vol 1 13 (1963)

The Fantastic Four versus the Red Ghost And His Indescribable Superapes!

Written and Edited by Stan Lee

Penciled by Jack Kirby

Inked by Steve Ditko

Colors by Stan Goldberg

Lettered by Artie Simek

Cover by Jack Kirby, George Roussos, Stan Goldberg and Artie Simek

Introducing the Red Ghost and Uatu, the Watcher!

The Fantastic Four went to the Blue Area of the Moon and encountered the Red Ghost and his Super-Apes...

#marvel #comics #superhero #watcher #fantasticfour #mrfantastic #thing #invisiblewoman #humantorch #redghost #moon

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othell1 · 1 year

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#redghost #fantasticfour #villian #sketch #sketches #sketching #fanart #othell #marvelcomics https://www.instagram.com/p/CnEoFRvueOV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#redghost #fantasticfour #villian #sketch #sketches #sketching #fanart #othell #marvelcomics

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shadows-in-color · 3 months

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Shadows in color

Summary: At least five people died that day. It had been a horrible incident: the kind that you see on the news, but that will never happen to you. For years, the once-celebrated artist Sylvester Steele wished they were one of them.

When they realize that not everything about that day is what it seems, how far will they go to find out the truth?

Previously...

Prologue

Chapter 1 (Red burns, part one)

Now...

Red burns: part 2

For some unexplainable reason, they were back there, living that first day. The environment around them echoed with chatter and other noises typical of a well-lived space, and it seemed to spring alive with speckles of fiery crimson. Sylvester was at a place made for passion of both knowledge and dreams, otherwise known as a university. Standing there, soaking in it, they felt a nervous fluttering in their chest alike the wings of a bird hesitating to take flight. As they stopped in front of the Art Nouveau-style building, with sleep-deprived students passing by their side, they knew that was the first step to finally realize their dream. Every decision they had made would be validated, and every sacrifice -- this would finally make them worthy.

Foster cleared his throat from his place beside them, pulling Sylvester's attention to him. Their little brother smiled cheekily at them, pushing their shoulder with his.

"So... Are you ready?"

Sylvester grinned at him, but still felt their forehead crease in worry. "I need to be."

"Such seriousness is unlike you," Foster chuckled while shaking his head. He looked at the University and then back at the older Steele, his façade loosing some of the amusement as his eyes became shadowed. "Sy, you'll be fine."

"Thanks, Foz," some of the worry vanished away from the artist's shoulders at Foster's encouragement. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"

"You'll be sick of me," Foster promised.

Kind words are hard to come by, but they carry a strength in them. Hearing that made impossible to hold into any semblance of negativity any longer, and though they were not a cure-it-all, the companionship they showed helped Sylvester breathe a little bit easier.

The artist took a deep breath and with the exhale straigthened their shoulders, pushed a stray strand of dark hair behind their ear, and decided to get going.

"Okay."

They turned back to Foster, who still smiled in support. Dimples formed in his cheeks, and his brown hair framed them in a way that was impossible not to feel endeared to. Foster may had been an adult now; but Sylvester was old enough to remember the days when the both of them used to run around the house with laughter following them. Not for the first time, they were glad to have him, to have such a strong relationship that time and dreams and distance could not tear apart. They said nothing of the sort to him, though. There was no need. Foster probably knew them enough to know their feelings by now.

Sylvester did smile, though, and clasped his shoulder gently in gratitute.

"Okay," they repeated. "I need to go now."

"Cheers!" Foster encouraged, holding out his fist. Sylvester bumped it with their own. "I'll be going too, then. I'll see you on Kaonor night, Sy!"

And then he waved without a care in the world, and slowly disappeared down the street. Feeling emboldened again, Sylvester started their way back into the building. They hadn't taken even two steps when they felt something hurl into their side, pushing them heavily into the hard floor.

"Ouch," the artist groaned as they felt the burden of the fall in their left wrist.

They looked around, but discovered it was a person that had crashed into them. They were both now spread in the floor, and Sylvester could see the light of the sun shine brightly around the other's honey blond hair, creating almost a halo. The person winced in pain, and Sylvester noticed their attire was well put together, and well kept. The person clearly had an interest in clothes, and probably was no stranger to money.

"Shit!" The stranger bit out, rubbing their knee. Sylvester could see a big tear in the fabric, and a coppery-red fluid peaking through. Blood.

They looked up, and suddenly, all they could see was blue as they met the stranger's eyes. There was something unusual about them; however, it was not the color itself. An artist knows color. Knows the way it can cause people to cry or laugh, the effect of mixing two or more together to create an armonious masterpiece, or to scare people off as easily as if it were puke on the sidewalk. That shade of blue on their eyes was pretty common. What was not was the intensity shining through it. It was such that Sylvester had only seen it on one other pair of eyes before.

"Sorry!" The person apologized, their tone deep and precise like a surgeons. "I wasn't paying attention!"

"Don't worry about it!" Sylvester grinned.

They stood up, brushing both imaginary and real dirt from their clothes.

"I'm Kay," The other said, reaching out a hand for a shake. "Kay Watson."

Sylvester instantly found them amusing: from the traces of formality in their clothes to the specks of it shinning in their voice. They found they didn't mind as much.

"Sylvester Steele," they introduced themselves.

"Well," Kay said. "It's enchanting to meet you, Sylvester."

"Enchanting," Sylvester repeated cheekily. Oh, the fun they would have with this person's pompous ass!

The look Kay gave him was equally as unamused, almost as if they could hear Sylvester's thoughts as they circled around their head. As if they knew, somehow, how it would all end, as if they felt Sylvester finally start to feel like themselves at long last. However, the more they looked, the more the other's face began to look less like that of a polished gentleman. Kay's face lost all color first, and then, started to slide down like wax from a candle, until not anything even resembling a scream would be able to come out their lips. Until all Sylvester could see were burns etched into muscle and bones.

And that was the moment that Sylvester finally woke up.

It was still dark outside the studio, and the light from the moon shadowed the window frames on the floor. The walls around them, from which once hung a multitude of canvases, now judged empty and ugly in white and darkened by the night. The room was eerie in its quiet as a place could only be during the nighttime. Sylvester sat up in the couch, gingerly rubbing their face with calloused hands. Oh, if only they could forget!

Nothing worthwile had come out of that meeting, so many years ago. Sylvester had had everything, for a moment, and then nothing. Kay, the son-of-a-bitch. Still lethargic from sleep, it was easier to fall back into the all-encompasing feeling that they often cherished at the thought of their old friend. There was a hurt there that still ached ruby red. A pulsing cut that emanated a glow that spurred their heart into beating twice as fast. People like to say that anger is a hazy mind, a senseless feeling both spontaneous and ephemeral, a single moment where they could not account for their actions. But for Sylvester, anger burned steady, a slow fire turning trees into embers.

"You're thinking of him again."

The sound was loud inside the studio if only for the stillness of the night, and Sylvester gasped as they looked for its origin. The air seemed to heat, and it was a parallel to their own emotions. Next to the couch stood a figure shining red: a person with unkept long scarlet hair that flowed like flames; however, Sylvester was more frightened as they looked into the figure's eyes. There were no pupils nor calm to be found. Instead, glowing pools of lava glared at them. The artist tried to speak, but found they couldn't. The figure smiled widely, almost as if they knew of Sylvester's dilemma. The smile was not kind, it was something that could only be found in the darkest depths of a nightmare: crooked, long and unnatural.

The presence let out a roar and its shine grew brighter, like a fire with unlimited fuel. As they did, the windows shattered into pieces, and the walls peeled down as if the paint over them was being burnt down. Sylvester covered their head with their arms, and by the time they looked up again, the figure was gone.

This time, the truth was unavoidable. It was carved into every surface of the trashed studio: the ghost was real.

#writing #novel #first novel #lgtbqia+#nonbinary protagonist #nonbinary #ghosts #redghost #red ghost #author #do you like it #here goes nothing #i dont even know #i dont know what im doing #i dont know how to tag this #if you see this #please help

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cookingwithkimberly · 2 years

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#harvesting some of the #hottestpeppers ! #nagaviper #scotchbonnet #trinidadmorugascorpion #carolinareaper #redghost #7potprimo #hotcherrypeppers #habanero #roulettepeppers #pepperproject #nightshades #vegetables #hotpeppers #capsicum #gardening #selfsufficiency #selfreliance #selfsustenance #homesteading #urbanhomesteading #growingvegetables #growingfood https://www.instagram.com/p/CiDUEwvO4O2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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evilsupplyco · 1 year

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Okay, was anybody going to tell me that Evil Supply Co. is rebranding as @netherworldpost or was I supposed to read that in a meme myself?

Recent data has shown I need to do more work discussing this. So I'm making a new post to pin.

(To be clear: aside from this meme, we have no connection to Chris Fleming)

"WHY REBRAND? PARAPHRASE ANSWERS I AM BUSY"

Evil Supply Co. began life as "hey where do villains and monsters shop for birthday cards?"

This was good fun. And will continue forward, it isn't changing.

Because we had "evil" in our name, from the first day we launched a lot of folks found us and wanted to discuss fictional horror, real world terrors, and real world true crime.

We deal exclusively with bumbling and silliness. We are spooky, never scary.

This rebranding is not a judgement or rebuke of taste, it is a realization "going forward, we need to be clearer."

"WHO IS IN CHARGE? WE LIKE THAT WEIRD REDGHOST FELLOW. DID YOU SELL OUT?!"

Atticus Q. Redghost (hi) owned, operated, wrote, illustrated, and designed all the work for Evil Supply Co. The exact same for Netherworld Post.

I did a significant amount of client work (some RPG-based, some not) in addition to running ESC. I've closed almost of all of that down to build Netherworld Post going forward.

No one else owns any part of the company, prior or going forward.

"WHO IS THIS FANG PERSON? IS SHE NEW?"

My producer. She worked with me to build Evil Supply Co. in the background. Since a lot of business work has been done to shift away from client work, she began being more visible in the rebrand. Also she is hilarious. She makes for good public stories.

"WHY DID YOU GO AWAY FOR SO LONG?"

Traffic accident in 2020.

Recovering + legal battle while covid hitting the world in 2021.

Realizing the best path forward would be to consolidate out non-ESC business stuff in 2022-2023. Basically, like every other company in the world, I realized this is a chance to reboot.

The new blog is @netherworldpost and the email signup is netherworldpost.com and the blog launches in April 2023 and the shop opens as possible.

I hope to send you all parcels and letters and cards again soon!

#evil supply co #evilsupplyco #evil supply company #Atticus q redghost #Atticus redghost

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netherworldpost · 3 months

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Returning this comic to its place as a pinned post because things are going very well right now.

Netherworld Post Office is the rebranding of @evilsupplyco. Same person behind the art and writing and business (hi, it's Atticus Q. Redghost here).

Evil Supply Co. was a mad science laboratory where I experimented with a ton of things.

Netherworld Post Office (now that I've been experimenting for a few years in figuring things out) is going to focus on greeting cards, zines, and printable downloads.

The shop is coming soon. I don't have a date because of {90s modem sounds}. If you like details, I'll have a blog post about it when the shop goes live.

netherworldpost.com has the email signup.

Duplicate emails are automatically consolidated, if you want on the list and think you've signed up before, the system witches will pull your records together on Launch Day.

Thank you for your attention. I hope to make something soon worth it.

#evilsupplyco #evil supply co #evil supply company #atticus q. redghost #atticus redghost #atticus q redghost

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things-i-cannot-do-in-amitypark · 1 month

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Hi! Are you the same RedGhost that did the green with envy linearts?

That’s me!

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vbartilucci · 2 years

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Gifty from Atticus Q. Redghost at @evilsupplyco / @netherworldpost - a preview copy of The Peyroux Dispatch, a collected edition of his old school printed and mailed zine.

Sort of a happier version of Night Vale, with a side order of Lake Wobegon’s daily events in a small town of unique people.

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ghonatheweirdo · 2 years

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👻Watched with the homies Crimson Peak and had to make a random ghost oc.🩸

#ghostoc #crimsonpeak #crimsonpeakmovie #bloodghost #guillermodeltoro #creepyghostdrawing #ghonatheweirdo #movienightwithfriends #redghost #cutegore #weirdcore

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cyberbliitz · 3 months

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RedGhost!

I love them dearly :]

#cyber art #art #digital art #digital drawing #digital illustration #oc x canon #cod #cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty oc #simon ghost riley #reid red arven #redghost

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marvelman901 · 1 year

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Defenders vol 1 8 (1973) . ... If Atlantis Should Fall! . Written by Steve Englehart Penciled by Sal Buscema Inked by Frank McLaughlin Colors by Petra Goldberg Lettered by Gaspar Saladino and Charlotte Jetter Edited by Roy Thomas Cover by Sal Buscema and John Costanza . The Sub-Mariner had been brainwashed by The Red Ghost and defeated Hawkeye and Valkyrie, who were also brainwashed. The other Defenders (Dr. Strange, Silver Surfer and The Hulk) came to save their allies and Atlantis... . See more relevant content here: #marvelman901defenders #marvelman901drstrange #marvelman901salbuscema #marvelman901hawkeye #marvelman901avengers #marvelman901silversurfer #marvelman901attuma #marvelman901redghost #marvelman901hulk #marvelman901atlantis #marvelman901valkyrie #marvelman901unicorn . #submariner #namor #wakandaforever #drstrange #attuma #atlantis #redghost #defenders #salbuscema #hawkeye #avengers #silversurfer #hulk #valkyrie (på/i Atlantis) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoSGmROMB1F/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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saiiboat · 2 years

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dakilliam?

is that what we're calling it?? i was thinking like. redghost. or something cool. idk.

but!! them. i appreciate them. idk if youve read consequences & healing but. theyre good. something about someone who has had everything taken from him but still struggles to see the bad in the world and in other people vs someone who has had everything taken from him and has trouble seeing the good.

also dakota being stupid as all fuck but super intuitive and kind as hell vs william being smart as fuck but one of the most awkward and insanely dense people youve ever met. autistic kings

#redghost #thats what im calling them. fuck you #anonymous answers #our answers #courtesy of saoirse

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jumeria · 2 years

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🌹Red Ghost🌹 Please swipe for a close up. . . Model: @jumeria Costume: jumeria creations Photographer: @kristallkind_artist . . #cosplaygermany #cosplayersofinstagram #chineseghoststory #cosplayersunite #cosplaying #photoshoot ##redghost #underwatershooting #cosplaying #cosplayer #cosplaygirl #fantasyfashion #instacosplay #germancosplay #epicphotoshoot #jumeria #jumerianox #underwaterart #etherealaesthetic #picofnight #cosplayphotography #picofthenight #cosplayphoto #followme #chineseinspired #underwaterphotography #underwaterphoto https://www.instagram.com/p/CYZTv7usHMp/?utm_medium=tumblr

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room-of-torture · 5 years

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Whether in a dream, or a nightmare I’m not sure yet.. The image of Raphael was there. Blood red and strong. Everything else was dark. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear “Looking into his eyes, was to see a demon made flesh.”

“Demon? Maybe.” Raph smirked, “I mean, ya definitely are inside the devil’s den, little red. Being here is dangerous and could get bloody but that look in yer eyes says that ya like a little bit of danger.”

#Redghost #ROT Raphael

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