#ghost dad

[midnightcrw]

"What does that even mean?" Simon asked himself as he sat on the couch looking at his phone with a frown on his face.

Gaz and Soap really love to use abbreviations and Simon was more than struggling to find out what it even meant as he slowly typed it into the search list.

Normally he would have asked you what it meant, but you were out buying groceries, so he was all alone trying to figure out what nonsense Gaz and Soap were typing into the group chat.

Simon was more than sure that Price didn't know what they were talking about either, but Price never even typed into the chat unless Soap was awake in the middle of the night out of boredom, asking them all sorts of stupid questions.

As Simon struggled to find the meaning of the abbreviation, he heard faint cooing.

Not really paying attention, Simon was sure Daisy was just playing with one of the stuffed animals the TF141 had given her.

But as the seconds passed, the cooing got louder as he slowly looked away from his phone until he found two big doe eyes staring back at him.

Seeing Daisy, Simon just relaxed, but looked up abruptly when he realized she was crawling towards him.

The phone was immediately put down as he grabbed Daisy and held her up to give her kisses all over her tiny face as she giggled, "Learning to crawl, Daisy?"

As if understanding what her father had just said, she began to squeal in glee, her arms and legs moving up and down in excitement as Simon chuckled.

With an idea in his head, Simon carefully set Daisy down, her eyes following him as he backed away until he was far enough away from her.

With that, Simon crouched down as he held his arms out to her, "Come here, Daisy," he said in a loving tone as Daisy seemed to get excited as she crawled towards him.

Seeing her move made Simon's face light up with happiness and as she slowly approached him, Simon pulled Daisy towards him and embraced her in his big arms "I'm so proud of you," he told her as she cooed.

Simon was more than eager to show you what Daisy had learned in such a short time.

#cod x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #ghost x y/n #simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley oneshot #ghost dad #cod x you #cod imagine #ghost imagine #cod x male reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon ghost riley x gender neutral reader #ghost x male reader

[guttednights]

(𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻) 𝓫𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷

warnings: none, just older boyfriend Simon, being older boyfriend Simon.

I can't stop thinking about older boyfriend Simon being like, a dad in the way that he LOVES to craft. Like when you guys bought a new house together he literally told you "It has to have a garage". hell, you didn't complain. whatever kept him busy and happy while he's home on missions is fine with you. And besides it was kinda fun watching him make the garage into some kinda little workshop, with all his expensive tools, toolboxes, saws, woods, metals, honestly whatever was hanging out at his dad's place from when he was younger he was putting in this damn garage. give it 2 days after being home from and mission and he's already having to fix something (which he acts grumpy about it, but he loves doing it). Like most recently when you realized that your favorite shelf in the bathroom had split in half :(. you told him when he came home and a day later he was in the bathroom taking the shelf off the wall and walking to the garage to fix it. he put some wood glue on it, held it in place, and waited a day or so, then boom looks like brand new as he drills it back into place in your bathroom a day later. Fuck if you complain, you think it's hot, the way he can just fix almost anything, and not only that will build almost anything you ask him. And I like to think he is also good with lighting and plumbing, maybe his dad was a plumber and electrician and just taught Simon how to do everything in case one day he has "a pretty little wife to keep care of", and well be it, he did, he had you. One day after he came home, literally was home for like 4- hours before the sink in the bathroom started to flood. you were simply washing your hands when water was everywhere, you panicked and ran to Simon. Hands still sopping from washing them "Baby! The sinks flooding!" of course his natural protective instincts kick in, immediately drying you off first, and pulling you away from the bathroom. he then ran outside and got his wrench and other things to fix the bathroom. fast forward 20 minutes later and he's laying on the wet floor, wrench in hand tightening the faulty tube that has come loose under the sink. "all okay now doll, m'fixed it" *he said getting up and putting his tools back in his small toolbox. he helped you clean up the water with some towels and kissed your head lightly. And of course, on Valentine's Day, he brings you a rose bouquet and hand-built shelves (or whatever you want).

I dont know where this thought came from but I just had to write about it

(PS) i do not know anything about plumbing so please don't roast me if it is not correct thanks

#call of duty #cod x reader #ghost cod #ghost fluff #ghost x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley fluff #Older boyfriend ghost #older ghost #ghost dad #task force 141 #cod 141 #mw2 141

[letoasai]

DP- Father Time

What if…. Clockwork was around far longer than Danny knew…. 

~

Life was a parade, and Clockwork had the best view. He was the master of time, he knew all of what was and what wasn’t. He saw the threads of every timeline, and took the best each had to offer for the most people. 

He had pride in his work, and an annoying habit of always being right. How could he be wrong when he knew the future. He knew every future. This was one of the major reasons he was irritated when someone, namely the Observants, decided to tell him how to do his job. 

They saw what was laid out in front of them. They saw what he laid out in front of them. They were spectators that clung too tightly to their oaths to merely watch, while cheating at the motion in the same breath. They acted so haughty but thought nothing of turning around and demanding Clockwork do this or that for them. 

Clockwork would generally avoid having to deal with them by agreeing ‘something’ needed to be ‘done’ and then go back to doing what he wanted in the first place. Observers they might be, ancient even, but they did not have the power to watch his every move. He directed things in the right direction, the way he always had with or without their say so. 

The future he had been keeping an eye on was swiftly on its way to becoming the present. The thrill of it put a smile on his face. Frankly it had been a while since he’d been so eager for anything. 

He’d be busy, but time was such a controllable thing for him. 

Making a portal to the moral plane, Clockwork floated through, remaining invisible. The house was the cozy sort, and deceiving normal though he knew it wouldn’t be for long. The hideous space like craft structure wasn’t yet protruding from the roof like an unwanted appendage. The glowing Fenton Works sign wasn’t out front yet either. 

The contamination was present however. It was still in low, nearly unnoticeable amounts, but that was still double what was generally found in nature. At least in normal places that weren’t consecrated grounds or otherwise filled with abnormal levels of death. 

This really was no place for children. 

Unseen by the two small occupants in the room, he observed as a small boy was seated at the kitchen table, watching nervously while his older sister knelt on a chair at the counter, carefully pouring juice into a sippy cup. It was a small task, but not one such small children should have been dealing with unsupervised. 

“Almost done, Danny.” Jazz said, turning to look at him with a smile. She only just barely noticed the way the chair wobbled, and didn’t notice how it stilled right after, Clockwork holding out an unseen hand to steady it with his telekinesis. It might have been a small thing, but it was unnecessary to have a timeline where the small girl fell off her chair and cracked her head on the counter. She would end up fine, and with seventeen stitches. Her younger brother, terrified of climbing on the kitchen chairs for the following five years. 

It could be skipped. 

It might have been meddling, but after the burden these two would end up growing up with, he saw no reason not to show them occasional good fortune. 

Jazz climbed down from the counter, a sippy cup and small plastic cup in each hand. She set them on the table before running back to the counter to grab the peanut butter sandwiches she’d set on a paper towel. 

It was lunch for two, and both were so young they didn’t see anything wrong with this scenario. It was perhaps wrong to interfere, but Clockwork saw a future that depended on both of them. Young Danny was going to be immensely important, and he would always cling to his sisters unwavering support. 

There were too many futures where accidents harmed these children before the proper timeline could come into effect. Some where one or both children died before puberty even. That could not be allowed to happen, not if he wanted the most ideal time line. 

The problem with that was that there wasn’t always someone present to protect them. Meddling be damned, he was not going to have the future suffer for such a small reason. 

“I found extra new books in my closet!” Jazz said, as she climbed onto her chair at the table. “I’ll read to you after we eat!” 

Danny was small, and possibly should have still been in some kind of booster seat at the table. Instead, he sat on a phone book, and even then was too small to do much more than see over the table. He didn’t talk much. Whether he was too small, or delayed in his milestones, Clockwork wasn’t sure. 

For all his infinite knowledge, child care wasn’t something he would have put on a resume of his skills. Leaving a few books around for the children was easy enough, but care was something rather different. 

Danny ate silently, his feet kicking to show his good mood. Neither child seemed worried about the fact that their parents were locked away in the basement, oblivious to how much time was really passing. 

As the keeper of time he could understand that, but he didn’t think it an excuse to not have proper priorities in place. 

“You can pick the book, okay? One of them has planets on it.” 

Danny’s smile grew, eyes nearly shining with excitement. 

“We’ll start with that one.” Jazz promised. 

Clockwork hovered, deciding he could leave them for the time being. It was a shame that little Jasmine had to be so responsible but the accident had been avoided. Today was a success for the timeline. 

At least they didn’t have to worry about the food from the fridge attacking them just yet. That was a set period of time that Clockwork was not actively looking forward to. The Fenton Parents were quite the extraordinary inventors, but they were rather lacking as parents. It was a shame that even in the best timeline possible so far, the pair had never really realized it. 

~

While some might have called it interference, Clockwork didn’t see it that way. Since he didn’t need to ask permission of anyone to do his job, he used his judgment, as always. 

At best he could visit the Fenton children every couple of weeks to check in or prevent something terrible from happening. At worst, he was there often. The record so far was needing to show up eight days in a row to either prevent a stressful near future, or to just plain take care of the children in some other way. 

The tasks he could do invisibly and unobtrusively were the easiest to handle. The ones were he couldn’t avoid being seen where… questionable. 

The one night he slid into Danny’s room, even the ticking of his own clock stuttered at the sight of the small boy crying into his pillow after a nightmare. He was going to have a few stern words for Nocturn. 

He lifted the child up into his arms, cradling him against his shoulder and maintaining his adult form for this venture. The last thing he needed was to shift into his child form while holding a child. 

For Danny’s part, he didn’t bat an eye, just continued to cry softly. He was still small enough that he didn’t care about the stranger in his bedroom. He only cared about the comfort he was getting and the rocking back and forth motion. 

This interaction would cost him nothing. Tonight, Danny would be soothed and as he grew older, he would forget this moment ever happened. It would fade into dream-like memories. 

“Those scary things can’t hurt you, little King to be.” Clockwork muttered, wiping at the tears falling down Danny’s face. 

Blue eyes looked up at him owlishly, lips still wobbling from his fright. 

“You just need a distraction.” Clockwork whispered, not wanting to wake anyone in the house. It likely would have only been Jazz though. The Fenton parents were either in the basement or out attempting to hunt what wasn’t yet a problem in Amity Park. He hadn’t bothered to look, he only knew enough to know he wouldn’t be seen or interrupted. 

“Nn..” Danny reached up to tug on the hem of his hood. 

“Yes.” Clockwork said, ectoplasm filling his palm. The glowing ball snatched Danny’s attention away in an instant, the child reaching for it only to be pulled away. “Not yet. Touching it isn’t safe for you yet.” 

Danny stretched again, sniffing back tears as he attempted to reach for it a second time. Instead, the ectoplasm split apart into a dozen little pieces. Each floated up towards the ceiling, rearranging themselves into rough star shapes. 

“St-!” Danny pointed up at them, a smile slowly spreading across his little face. 

“How about you keep these for the night?” Clockwork asked, “They’ll keep the bad dreams away.”

The toddler was enthralled, head tilted back. 

Clockwork laid Danny back down in bed, tucking him in and kneeling at the edge of his bed. “These will watch over you, okay?” 

“Nhnn.” Danny’s smile remained, he only spared Clockwork another peaceful look before he looked back up at the ectoplasm stars. Normally, the exposure probably would have been unhealthy but the children were exposed enough. This little bit wouldn’t do any harm. He’d checked. 

For several long minutes Clockwork watched him, the child’s eyes blinking slowly. Sleep was tugging at him, but his desire to look at the stars was strong. 

“There are scary things out there, little King to be.” Clockwork said softly. “But there are plenty of good things out there too if you look.” 

Danny pointed up at the ectoplasm again, the green light spread across the room. 

“Goodnight, Danny.” Clockwork said, knowing it would only be minutes before the child’s eyes closed for a much more peaceful bout of sleeping. 

~

Not for the first time, Clockwork found himself surprised by the very future he had already predicted. Knowing the future and living through it in the present were incomparable. Emotions were vast, every ghost knew that in particular. Emotions overflowed for them, and while Clockwork knew he would care about the children, feeling that affection first hand was overwhelming. 

The disdain he felt for the ghost hunting Fentons grew as their lack of positive parenting became evident. It wasn’t just their ghost hunting focus that was getting on his nerves, though it hadn’t happened yet, but their poor interactions with their own children.

It shouldn’t have been up to Jazz to take care of her little brother. She went as far as to drop him off at daycare by herself before walking to school alone. Once or twice Clockwork would appear, invisibly hovering beside her to make sure she got to both places safely. Once he’d pulled her and her brother out of the way from being clipped by a car, and twice since then he stopped time momentarily to hold the red lights and let Jazz cross the street on her little legs.

It was frankly outrageous that no one seemed to notice the dangers these kids were constantly in, or the neglect they suffered. All the same, even he could only meddle so much, and he was far more than he realized he’d need to. 

As much as he tried to stay out of sight, some occasions were impossible. When he needed to apply baid-aids to both of Danny’s knees when he fell on the concrete steps outside of the house, or when he appeared behind Jazz as a spectral terror to scare away a young man who was following the little girl to the corner store with awful intentions in mind. 

The last one had almost been a disaster when Jazz turned around and looked up at him, then at the young man running away as fear gripped his heart. 

“Thank you.” Jazz said, though she didn’t quite understand what she was thanking him for. She turned around, marching right back to the corner store with dollar bills in her change purse. 

“You’re welcome, Jazz.” He muttered before fading away from sight. Even while being among his predictions of possible outcomes, it was a strange reaction from the little girl who’s parents ranted about ghosts. The blanket acceptance for receiving help. 

He didn’t know where her kindness came from, but it was imperative that she passed it on to her brother. She was small, but she was smart. She was reading at a second grade level already, and wrote on the wall calendar what days the bills were due. She was responsible beyond her years, not out of want but necessity. 

If Clockwork helped distract Danny for a while so she was able to read or make sandwiches for them, that was their collective business, just the three of them. 

“Mr. Ghost.” Jazz blinked up at him one afternoon. She was fidgeting and ended up dropping her gaze to her feet. “Can you help me lift the bottle?” 

“The…bottle?” He stared at her. Danny ran towards them, running through Clockwork and falling onto his hands and knees with a laugh. The small boy kept trying to grab Clockwork's ghost tail and was endlessly thrilled by not being able to touch it. 

“Yeah, for the dirty clothes. I read the directions but i can’t lift the bottle. It’s heavy.” Jazz said, holding out a hand for Danny to help regain his balance. 

“Yes. I can help you.” Clockwork said. It was easy to be proud of these children, and quietly infuriating that it was necessary. 

It wasn’t just that Jazz had learned to be so self sufficient, it was that Danny knew to stay by his sister. While Jazz tossed their clothes into the washing machine, and Clockwork helped Jazz measure out the detergent, Danny sat on the floor nearby playing with a spaceship that Jazz had made for him out of paper plates, duct tape, and plastic straws. 

These kids were growing up with only occasional visits from their parents while living in the same house. 

“Thank you.” Jazz said when they had finished. 

“You’re quite welcome, Jazz.” 

It was almost sad how the Fentons had no idea there was a ghost in their home. Until they did, or until they suspected something was strange. 

Danny was little, and didn’t know who he was supposed to share things with, or what he was supposed to keep secret. When he started to talk about his flying friend, his see-through friend, the Fentons over reacted. 

Clockwork might have had to stay out of the house for a few weeks, but he still watched carefully as Jack and Maddie searched the house, Danny’s room in particular. Ghost hunting was their obsession and they took a toddler at his word. 

When he finally started crying over his parents too loud, nearly volatile search, Jazz lost her temper. 

“He just has an imaginary friend! It’s not real! Not everything is a ghost! Ghosts aren’t real!” 

“Now, Jazz.” Maddie tried to soothe her. “If he says he saw-” 

“He’s a baby! All you talk about is ghosts. Of course his imaginary friend would look like a ghost, but you aren’t finding anything, are you?! Ghosts aren’t real!” She took Danny’s hand and stomped off to her own room where they could play in peace, away from the whirling alarms of ghost gadgets. 

It was the stance the small girl would take for years. Ghosts did not exist, while she knew very well that they did. She chose to protect Clockwork over letting her parents know that there had been a ghost in the house. 

It was however, a reminder to Clockwork that he was becoming a little too complacent. He was being seen a little too often. Danny couldn’t know about him until the time was right, but Jazz was more than capable of keeping quiet. 

He continued to tuck Danny in after a nightmare and a night of glowing ectoplasm stars on the ceiling. He also continued to help Jazz when something was just a little out of her means, but otherwise did better to stay hidden. 

Even invisible, Jazz often knew when he was around. It had Clockwork smiling at the future where she would be in full control of her liminality. The kids were growing to be quite capable. 

~ 

In theory, Clockwork had been looking forward to the day where Danny became a halfa. It was the start of so much, the next checkpoint of the most favorable future. It was a sure thing now, but Clockwork’s own emotions were wavering the day in question. Watching Danny head down into the lab with his two friends trailing behind him had him feeling sick. Yes, Danny would become a halfa, and someday he would become king, but now, this day, Danny was going to die. 

Had there been another way, Clockwork would have considered it. Instead, all he could do was be present, watching invisibly as the child he’d helped raise was killed and born anew in the same breath. It was the most terrible thing he’d seen in recent memory. 

It was difficult not to immediately rush to his side. To offer to teach him how to use the new abilities he’d just gain. He saw the fear on Danny’s face, and saw the cold air puff between his lips. Danny didn’t yet know what his ghost sense was. He didn’t know Clockwork was in the very same room with him. This was the start, and like always, Clockwork would be watching. He would do what he was able to keep the boy safe, and winced at the months it would take before Jazz caught on to what was happening. 

Her brother becoming a halfa was not in the realm of possibilities that she was expecting but she would be his support, well versed by that point that their were both good and bad ghosts. 

Someday, Clockwork might tell Danny how long he’d been in his life. Someday, Danny might forgive him for his rough half ghost beginning and letting things fall where they were meant to. He didn’t revel in Danny’s struggles, but those struggles were what would make him a fitting king. 

Soon he’d get to introduce himself to Danny, and his first task for the boy would be a harrowing one, but he knew what Danny could do when he tried. Until then, Clockwork would watch the parade from above, his pride in the Fenton children immeasurable.

#Danny Phantom #danny fenton #Jazz Fenton #Clockwork #bad fenton parents #Clockwork Dad #ghost dad

[raffe156]

I love all your stuff!! Especially the Ghost x Tank x Price stuff hear me out…can they be just one big happy family? A poly relationship if you will? They all live in Prices country house Tank has the Twins first (Prices) then a year or two later she has Ghost’s baby! An they all live happily ever after 😘

Honestly I love the idea an can’t help but imagine the utter chaos that bath times would be or just trying to get them all in bed- they all share a room 🥰an love the idea of Ghost treating the Price twins as his an price the same with baby Riley the kids wouldn’t know any different they have two dads an one mum ❤️

Ahhhhhh this…this is getting a quickie!!

I love the idea thank you!

So Price is “Daddy” and Simon is “Dad” to the twins.

JJ is John Jnr and Jude because I love the name haha

I loved this 💖💰💀

“Come on bath time!” Simon shouted from the bathroom causing the two little heads that were currently crowding you to whip round, this was the 3rd time he had called them but they were too interested in the newest little member of the family, you still hadn’t decided on a name for him so for now he was simply ‘baby Riley’.

The twins were very curious about him, Jude the oldest by 5 minutes stroked his head.

“He has no hair?”

“He’s only a baby, you two didn’t have any when you were born” you ran you hand over his head of brown curls. Though they both looked like John they had your eyes. JJ the quieter of the two rested his head on your shoulder, he was very much a mummy’s boy an hadn’t quite adjusted to sharing you with the new baby he hadn’t need to with Jude as he was John and Simons little shadow, so JJ got you all to himself most days, but now with the new baby taking up nearly all of your time he was as clingy as ever.

“You better go get in the bath for dad or your Daddy won’t be able to read you a story for bed when he gets home” you kissed JJ on the head.

Just as Jude began to protest Simon appeared at the foot of the bed a towel over each shoulder.

“Right…bath now!” His pretend angry voice out in full force making the boys squeal he gripped Jude by the ankle dragging him down the bed. JJ pushed himself behind your pillows. With Jude secured under his arm like a little barrel giggling Simon made his way over to JJ who only tried to bury himself further into the pillows.

“JJ watch your mum and the baby!” John called from the door.

“Daddy!!” Jude waved at his dad from under Simon’s arm.

“Come on JJ, the quicker you get in the bath the longer the bed time story” John made his way over to you ruffling Jude’s hair as he passed. He kissed the top of the baby’s head then yours. JJ pouted at the lack of attention from his dad.

“If you go get in the bath now, I’ll come tuck you in before daddy reads to you how about that?” You tickled his side making him giggle but he still seemed reluctant to leave your side. John raised his eyebrow at his son, He nodded raising his arms for Simon to pick him up.

“Good lad” Simon held his arm out for JJ to use to climb up him.

You smiled at JJ an he returned it. Good he was back on side. Simon pretended to drop them both as he left the room causing a loud squeal to erupt from them both.

You turned your attention to John who was now crouched at the side of the bed his hand stroking the babies back. His eyes not tired but soft he looked content.

“Do you think he’ll have hair like the lads?Wonder if he’ll be a little blondie like Si?” John laughed looking up at you.

“Maybe, he does look fairer than the boys did at this age” you tilted your head to look. He was perfect either way, a then as if he had read your mind he opened his little eyes as he did a yawn and a big stretch his little fingers and toes all spread out.

“That’s it son! Big stretch! He’s definitely going to be tall haha” John placed his finger in the babies tiny hand.

“He’s got a good grip on him, that’s a good sign” John smiled.

You could hear screaming and giggling coming from the bathroom and a lot of splashing water…

“That’ll do!” Simons fake angry voice again, John looked up at you.

“Go and help him…” you smiled

“They get that giddiness from you…” He cocked his eyebrow he was right, but he got up anyway kissing you and the baby again before he left to face what ever monsoon the twins had created.

“Right pack it in…why’s the entire floor wet, Si you take JJ I’ll take Jude”

********

You watched from the door as John sat on the floor next to JJ’s bed reading jack and the bean stork doing all the voices, Simon sat the same next to Jude listening just as intently as the boys with Baby Riley swaddled tightly in one arm and Jude snuggled up under the other.

Fatherhood suited them and it had changed them both for the better.

#captain price #captain john price #john price #captain john price x reader #call of duty #captain price x reader #price x tank #ghost x tank x price #ghost x tank #ghost x oc #captain price x oc #john price x oc #price x oc #daddy price #ghost dad #prices little tanks #baby Riley #prices babies #cod oc #cod headcanons #cod drabble #cod fanfiction #cod fanfic #simon ghost riley #ghost fanfiction #cod ghost

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Domestic Bliss (in the future)

This is kind of a second part to this one

If anything happened to me or I couldn't finish the fic for some reason, know that this is the ending. This is the end goal

Again, warning, this is Ghost x OC, canon x OC, if it's not your thing, move along, I don't care

Warning because I don't want to trigger anyone: consequences of pregnancy

If someone had told him that one day, this would be his life, he would have laughed them out of the room.

To have a home, someone that loved him in spite of all, children... That was not for him. Not after everything.

''Dad?''

''Yes, pup?''

''Are the uncles and the aunties coming soon, dad?''

''Should hope so, pup, it's your birthday. I'll hunt them down if they don't come''

''Dad, you can't kill my uncles and aunties!!''

''... well, I can, but won't''

''Dada!!''

''Hi, duckling''

#simon ghost riley x christine riot vega #simon riley x christine vega #christine riot vega #christine vega #riot vega #cod riot #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost riley #cod ghost #ghost x female oc #ghost x original character #ghost x oc #simon riley x oc #call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #cod oc #cod original character #call of duty original character #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #cod fanfiction #ghost dad #daddy ghost

[hamletthesanedane]

Do you really think a demon would do that, horatio? Just assume the ghostly form of the king my father and tell lies?????

#don’t believe everything on the internet horatio gooood #shakespeare shitposting #hamlet #the fresh prince of denmark #ghost dad #prince hamlets daddy issues #emotional support horatio

[nellarw95]

Happy Heavenly Birthday Jonathan 🎂💔

Jonathan Gregory Brandis 🤍

April 13,1976 - November 12,2003🙏🏻

We Miss You So Much 🕊️♾️

Buon Compleanno in Paradiso 🎂💔

13 Aprile 1976 - 12 Novembre 2003 🙏🏻

Ci Manchi Moltissimo 🕊️♾️

#jonathan brandis #actor #babystar #world cinema #cinema #movies #film #tv shows #80s music #90s movies #2000s movies #stepfather2 #theneverendingstory2thenextchapter #ladybugs #sidekicks #outsideprovidence #ridewiththedevil #between the sheets #it 1990 #bill denbrough #seaquest dsv #aladdin #ghost dad #celebrity #rest in peace #always in our hearts #happy heavenly birthday

[dukeofriven]

"In the manner of a Hallmark movie, Diana is marked for death at every turn – you know, just in case you are unaware of the fate of the most famous woman in the world and have forgotten the frenzy of grief that gripped the country thereafter. She is, in The Crown’s telling of it, a virtual saint: see her talk about landmines! See her play normal middle-class games with her beloved boys! See her fall in love with sweet Dodi Fayed! See her furrowed brow as she takes the sensible advice of her therapist on board and pledges to start a new life as soon as she gets home from Paris and away from these villainous paparazzi who are following her into this tunnel! And thus the postmortem convulsions of an entire country are presented as no more than her due. By the time she has called William and Harry, the point has been so laboured that this is the last communication they will have with their mother that there might as well be a news ticker along the bottom of the screen screaming in capitals “TUNNEL COMING! SHE GONNA DIE SO BAD!”"

... "And yet the worst is still to come: after her death, Ghost Diana appears to Prince Charles and then to the Queen as a kind of ministering angel, illuminating for them the way and the light and the best way of tending to the mood of the people, to whose every individual heart she has always had a direct hotline. She thanks Charles “for being so raw, broken and handsome” in the hospital when he saw her body. “I’ll take that with me,” she adds. My notes at this point are indecipherable, which is just as well, as I suspect what they say would be unprintable. By the time Ghost Diana takes the Queen’s hand and gently whispers “You’ve always shown us what it meant to be British. Maybe it’s time to learn, too”, and prompts her to cave in to the headline’s demand to “Show us you care, Ma’am”, I am having quite the out-of-body experience myself."

#princess diana #diana princess of wales #royal family #diana spencer #tw bill cosby #ghost dad #ghost diana #elizabeth II #The Crown #Netflix

[greenlantern94to04]

Green Lantern #48 (January 1994)

"EMERALD TWILIGHT," Part 1! Good ol' Hal Jordan isn't in a great place right now. Not only did some rude supervillains from another comic dislocate his arm, but they also wiped out the city Hal grew up in and everyone who lived in it (except for his best friend and his two legal-age, non-alien romantic interests, as revealed last issue). The good news is that the arm thing heals pretty quickly in this issue.

The bad news is that Hal's psyche... does not. Hence him using his Green Lantern ring to conjure up a green ghost of his long-dead father, as seen above. Hal tells his dad that he resents him for always patting his brothers on the back but never taking two seconds to tell Hal he was proud of him. Ghost Dad replies that his brothers simply accomplished more than Hal, but Hal is like "Dude! I'm Green Lantern! Come on!" and points out everything he's done in his superheroing career. Ghost Dad's reply: "Didn't do much to save Coast City, did you?" Then he steps into a Ghost Plane that explodes in front of a distraught Hal, just like when he was a kid.

Next, Hal's mother shows up (also as a green ghost) and lovingly tells him to move the fuck on, because the pain and loss he feels are "dangerous things" that could "ruin him" if he doesn't let them go. She tells him to "be satisfied with the memories" as she fades away, but Hal shouts that memories aren't enough, dammit. He wants Coast City back! If only he had something that could make that happen, like a power ring or some-- ohhh, right.

So, he makes it happen: he uses the ring to make the entire city come back, exactly as it was. Only, you know, green.

As he's floating across Ghost Coast City feeling like God, Hal runs into his childhood sweetheart, Jessica, and they reminisce for a while, which is kinda sweet until you remember he's talking to himself. She mentions that she died when the city exploded, but adds: "Nobody blames you. We're just happy you're doing this for us." Next, Hal stops by his parents' old house and his dad, who is in a much sunnier mood now, repeats the same sentiment as Jessica: "everybody" appreciates what Hal is doing for Coast City.

In fact, it looks like Hal's dad is finally about to tell him he's proud of him... when he fades away, along with the entire city.

Hal's Green Lantern ring has ran out of juice. Suddenly, a Guardian of the Universe (as in one of Hal's bosses, not a friend of He-Man) shows up in the form of a projection to tell Hal that using your power ring to recreate your entire city after it was blown up by Superman villains is explicitly against Green Lantern rules. I guess this is the superhero equivalent of being fired over Zoom? Anyway, the Guardian tells Hal that he must surrender his ring and prepare to be transported to their planet, Oa. That's when we find out that scolding your mentally unbalanced employees using a projection they can absorb to make themselves more powerful isn't a great idea.

Hal says: "Oh, I'll come back to Oa all right... but you're not gonna like me when I get there." As Hal flies off to space with murder in his eyes, two young lovebirds chilling in the desert spot him in the night sky and mistake him for a falling star that's going the wrong way. They seem nice. Let's all get very invested in their continued well-being!

Plotline-Watch:

That last page is the first appearance of Kyle Rayner, future protagonist of this comic, and Alexandra DeWitt, future inspirer of a messed-up trope name. When I first read this comic I got the impression they were hooking up in Coast City's crater, possibly because they got their rocks off on human misery. But no, I guess it was just a regular night desert picnic elsewhere in California.

Hal's parents had previously debuted in the Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn (1989) miniseries that retold Hal's origin, so their appearance in a storyline called "Emerald Twilight" is fitting. I like the attention to detail when Hal remembers/recreates the explosion that killed his dad: he even included his childhood cap flying off. (Would it have killed them to use the same sound effect, though?)

Given the fact that Hal hadn't lived in Coast City for years at this point and that no one that close to him died in the blast, I'm kinda intrigued by the idea that his mental breakdown was less about losing the city and more about his unresolved issues with his dad and with handling grief in general. We'll see if that interpretation holds up in future Hal appearances. (I will not entertain theories about the breakdown being caused by a yellow space bug.)

As a kid, I was always curious about Hal's brothers, who are briefly mentioned in this issue. I always kinda assumed they'd died in Coast City, but it was revealed in the early 2000s that they both happened to be in other cities and were alive and well. It's just that no one had bothered to check in on them until then.

Guy-Watch:

This is the section in which I'll look at whatever's going on with former Green Lantern (and current "What the hell do we do with this character?") Guy Gardner every month, though I reserve the right to make full posts about his comic once Beau Smith takes over as writer because I'm a huge fan of that run. Guy Gardner #16 is mostly about Guy duking it out with his idol, General Glory (kind of like Captain America meets Shazam/Captain Marvel), because Glory saw Guy's evil alien twin murder someone in a previous issue. Eventually, Guy convinces Glory that he didn't kill anyone by having Wonder Woman tie him up with the lasso of truth. Cue predictable Guy Gardner joke.

The issue also introduces a typical '90s super-soldier dude (big guns, psychotic, wriggly colored lines around his word balloons) called Militia, who is hired to kill Guy and seems pretty eager to do it, as if they already knew each other. Militia himself isn't as important as the organization that hired him, Quorum, which will also poke its nose into the Green Lantern comic with rather infamous results...

NEXT ON GREEN LANTERN '94 TO '04: Everyone dies!

#green lantern #ron marz #bill willingham #darryl banks #hal jordan #coast city #guardians of the universe #kyle rayner #alexandra dewitt #guy gardner #wonder woman #militia #quorum #dc comics #ghost dad #please don't ask me to explain the legal-age non-alien romantic interest line

[hellsbelmont]

Rusty Nail Headcanons Pt. 4 (NSFW)

This is for the lovely anon who requested some nsfw headcanons of our favorite trucker. (Mind you I AM a little shy and still new to this, and some language may be vulgar.)

Rusty Nail has a thick cock. It takes awhile to work him up, so he can be a little shy at first about really getting to the sexual part of the relationship. He'd usually rather give the pleasure instead of recieve because of this, but once he finds a partner that's willing to put in the time, he is eager for more.

If you're AFAB, he loves to have you sit in his lap (not while driving because he is responsible) so he can dip his fingers into you. He'll hold onto you, have you face away from him, and play with you until you're ultra sensitive and can't take it anymore... or he'll bring you to orgasm and chuckle in that deep voice of his while you're squirming on him.

If you're AMAB, he likes to grope you through your pants... he'll squeeze and rub you until you get hard, then he'll pull you out and fondle and tug at you until you're just as sensitive, paying special attention to the head of your cock until you make a mess.

Rusty loves to put his fingers in all parts of you that he can, but especailly your mouth. He enjoys watching you eagerly open your mouth, and he'll slip his fingers in and have you suck on them.

Ironically enough, he also loves to suck at all parts of your body. Especially your nipples, no matter what gender you are. He'll tug at them gently, flick them with his tongue, and bite them. Sometimes he's satisfied just playing with them under your shirt, watching as you become more sensitive and you jump and huff.

Rusty is a quiet lover, however that doesn't mean he doesn't moan. As he's railing you from behind, he'll lean over you and his lips will brush your ear, and he'll groan, and it's deep, like it comes from the bottom of his stomach.

When he comes, he's a gasper. He'll arch and grip you against him to hold you still so that you can feel his cock throb inside you, and he gasps, which usually ends in a shuddering groan.

Rusty will leave marks all over you. Whether they be from his teeth, from sucking at you, from gripping you, and little crescents on your skin from where his nails dig into you as you bounce in his lap.

He is always encouraging you if you're hesitant... he'll tell you it's okay, you're so good, keep going, just like that... such a good (girl/boy/pet)

If you've been a brat all day and just asking for punishment, he'll tie your wrists behind your back with his belt, holding onto it and making you bounce on his cock, wrapping a large hand around your throat and occasionally demanding that you suck on his fingers.

#rusty nail simp #NSFWHeadcanons #rusty nail #joy ride #joy ride 2 #joy ride 3 #horror movies #ghost dad #slashers #belmont babbles

[midnightcrw]

TF141 looking at a picture of Daisy's (Simon's daughter) boyfriend who cheated on her.

"Now, what in the world is this?" Gaz, looking absolutely disgusted, held Daisy's phone as if it were a biohazard.

Daisy, still shedding tears (albeit fewer), occasionally let a tear escape down her face. Her boyfriend's cheating had Simon fuming, and he wasted no time gathering the TF141 for an emergency roast session in the living room.

"I might need to close an eye... nope, it somehow got even worse," Soap commented, genuinely repulsed by Daisy's unfortunate choice in a significant other.

"This is just atrocious," Price muttered under his breath, shaking his head in profound disappointment.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, the room exploded with comments.

"Daisy, did Simon drop you on your head when you were a baby? I thought you had better taste," Gaz quipped.

"You're crying over that?!" Soap exclaimed, with Simon adding, "That's what I said!"

"He looks like a sewer rat," Price remarked, snatching the phone from Gaz for a closer inspection of the boyfriend's face.

"He looks like he snuck onto Earth," Gaz chimed in, while Soap one-upped him with, "He gaslit his way here."

Then Simon, unable to contain himself, declared, "He probably blackmailed his way onto earth." Laughter erupted, and even Daisy managed a slight smile.

#cod x reader #cod imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #ghost x y/n #simon ghost riley imagine #ghost imagine #ghost dad #simon ghost riley oneshot #simon ghost x you #tf141 x reader #tf 141 x reader #cod x y/n #cod x gn!reader #cod x you #cod x male reader

[askfoxythejokerfox]

Roxanne Wolf: *sits down next to Foxy The Joker in the go-kart* Ok so your new to Driving go-karts I assume? *looks at her noticing the clown makeup* eh...l-lets get to driving shall we?

Foxy The Joker: *slams on the peddle as she starts speeding around the race course*

Roxanne Wolf: *in a nervous tone* g-going a little fast aren't we?

Foxy The Joker: *turns around and gives her a death stare as she continues driving recklessly on the track*

Roxanne Wolf: the road is THAT WAY

Foxy The Joker: *still giving her a death stare* EAT SHIT...

Roxanne Wolf: *stunned and says in a sarcastic tone* thanks! I'm trying to quit...

Foxy The Joker: *then reaches a barrier as Roxanne Wolf freaks out as she breaks through the barrier off of the race track now and now driving around in the Pizza Plex as she barely avoids hitting the security bots in the Pizza Plex*

Foxy The Joker: *turns around and gives a psychotic smile and says psychotically: DO YOU EXCEPT THE LORD SCOTT CAWTHON AS A SUPREME BEING AND EVIL YOUR SALVATION?!

Roxanne Wolf: *clining onto the safety bar for support and says in a now scared tone* i-iv been meaning to I just be-been so busy lately I n-never got a chance to get around to it!

Foxy The Joker: *now breaches through the window from the pizza Plex leading now onto the highway as she turns and starts driving on the train tracks as a train passes through as she barely avoids it as Roxanne Wolf clenches her chest obviously terrified as Foxy The Joker then starts to repeatedly hit her own head with her hook*

Foxy The Joker: *turns around facing Roxanne Wolf* I like you

Roxanne Wolf: thank you...

Foxy The Joker: Do you worship Scott Cawthon? *not paying attention to the road avoiding all the traffic*

Roxanne Wolf: *terrified tone as Foxy The Joker continues to drive recklessly on the highway* l-look if you pull over now I'll g-give you front row tickets to see Ghostbusters Frozen Empire s-since I heard you like Ghostbusters s-so much!

Foxy The Joker: thxs *takes the tickets*

Roxanne Wolf: NOW STOP THE FUCKING KART!!!!

Foxy The Joker: *barley avoids a semi truck turning on the nick of time as she continues speeding and driving reckless*

Roxanne Wolf: I SAID STOP THE FUCKING KART!!

Foxy The Joker: *says in a psychotic tone* DO YOU WORSHIP SCOTT CAWTHON?!?!

Roxanne Wolf: WORSHIP HIM?! I AM SCOTT AND I COMMAND YOU TO STOP THIS GO-KART!!!!

*Foxy The Joker then starts to scream bloody murder as Roxanne does the same as Foxy The Joker starts driving out of control trying to hit the breaks as Foxy The Joker crashes into Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria*

Roxanne Wolf:*looks around nervously and then realizes she's safe as she growls and yells* YOU!!! d-don't drive another INCH! don't move were HERE! I don't know what your problem is in your crazed head but don't you EVER!!!! do that AGAIN!! *gets out of the go-kart and tries walking back the pizza Plex as she collapses from exhaustion*

#FNAF Oc #Foxy The Joker Fox #Roxanne Wolf #funny #Ghost Dad #foxy the joker speaks #uploads #based this off of a scene from Ghost Dad btw lol XD

[ave661]

dad!Ghost part 2 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

#dad!ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #mw2022 #call of duty #cod #modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #661ave

[tojisun]

!! suggestive-ish; dirty talking n insinuations; simon n his big body <33

"c'mon, sweetheart," simon murmurs, watching you with narrowed eyes. "won't you tell me why you wanna ride me?"

you puff a trembling breath, gaze turned away from him, before replying, "wanna feel you, s'all." you chew on your words, the rumble of your voice is so soft that simon almost missed it.

almost.

he doesn't bother hiding his smirk.

"is that right?" he sounds breathy even to his own ears. "anythin' else?"

he watches as you shake your head, still looking away from him, all shy and docile in your embarrassment. simon almost heaves a saddened sigh, but he sees the way your eyelashes flutter in nervousness, your bottom lip all bitten and nibbled on, and decides to take it easy.

well.

easy on his terms.

"you wanna take me to the hilt, yeah?" simon begins, his voice genuine even with the faint teasing tone. he adjusts the two of you on the sofa, grunting in satisfaction when your eyes flick up to meet his shyly.

"you wanna take control? wanna set the pace and do all the work?" he massages your hips, working his hands to grab fistfuls of your muscle and fat, groaning at the way your skin dimples.

he pulls you close to him, your chest pressing against his own, and simon tries his best not to flick his eyes down just to see the way your tits are all squished up against him. god, even just feeling the softness of them makes his cock stir underneath his jeans.

simon brushes his lips over the shell of your ears, purposeful in their teasing touch. then, "you wanna know how deep i can go in you, huh? wanna take your sweet time – or not, depends."

he lands a smack on your ass, the slap ringing between you two, and simon chuckles at your bit-off squeak. he watches as you tilt your head up to glare at him but simon just grins, teasing and meanly, before pitching forward to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

"no one's stoppin' you, princess." the words are mumbled into your skin and simon revels in the way you breathe in sharply, fingers trembling from where they are fisting his shirt, before groaning in quiet pleasure when he feels you rutting down onto his chub.

yeah. simon's gon' ruin you tonight.

#suns.f #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #suns #female reader #something something this is actually dad bod simon something #inspired by that one toji drabble i posted sometime somewhere <33 #simon n toji are so similar in my eyes i need em both

[naivegh0ul]

Thinking about Ghost helping you out when your breastmilk is clogged 🥴

I mean, he was totally obsessed with your chest before the baby, before you were even pregnant, but now? With your tits all swollen with milk, your nipples puffy constantly? Oh, he's completely crazy for you.

He'd be a little jealous of the baby. They get to have their lips on your pretty tits all the time, why can't he? He almost creams his pants just from you asking him all shyly to help you with your milk because it's backed up and you're sore.

You're not getting him off you after that. His head is constantly under your shirt, lips wrapped around your nipple and his hand pawing at your tits, squeezing and squishing them lightly as he tries to coax the milk out, hoping and praying that he'll get to taste some.

He'd slobber all over your chest, saliva spilling down as he moans and sucks roughly on your perky, sensitive nipples.

"Mmh, come on, sweetheart. Let me taste it, be a good girl." He'd mumble, letting out a loud, lust-filled groan as he felt a small but steady trickle of your milk spilling into his mouth.

"That's a good girl. So good f'r me. Perfect."

#fem reader #dad!ghost #ghost cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x female reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost smut

[chaosandmarigolds]

newbornDad! Simon Riley

Simon! Who insists on carrying the baby carrier through the threshold of the house when you get home from the hospital

Simon! who spent nine months training Riley to be gentle with the baby

Simon! Who carries the baby around showing them the house with little whispers, 'annnn this is your brothers room, he's had your grandads right now but don't worry sweetpea, you'll meet him soon'

Simon! Who strongly believes the baby needs skin to skin, so...are you complaining about him walking around shirtless with a baby held to chest, not at all

Simon! Who is so worried when Ollie holds the baby for the first time because yeah Ollie is six years old at that point but anxiety??

Simon! Who hates that he has to go on a mission, even if for two weeks because they are sooo so vital and he doesn't want to leave you alone and-

Simon! Who tells Oliver to take care of his little sibling and to look after you

Simon! Who hates his job sometimes

#simon ghost riley #simon x reader #simon fluff #simon riley x reader #simon ghost fluff #simon ghost riley x reader #dad!simon riley #dad!ghost #simon riley #fluff cod #cod imagine #simon riley imagine #simon riley x you #ghost x you #cod fluff #cod x you #simon riley fanfic #simon ghost x reader #coco’s chaos <3 #simon riley x female reader #x female!reader #coco’s pre-k universe! <3