#ghost PI

[wizardtheworm]

Vicent Salinas, PI. After a botched resurrection he is absolutely infested with malevolent spirits. He deals with this by solving ghost-related cases, assuming that everyone is a suspect, and also by drinking. He has an office in Waterdeep the size of a coffin, no money, and many problem. He also goes by Vincent, because that's what people keep calling him in this country anyway.

[fullcravings]

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[kaidatheghostdragon]

"You must be Ra's," Tucker stated, careful to keep on a poker face while he frantically assessed the situation - tied down to a chair, in what was probably the heart of this particular fruitloop's lair.

And there was a frankly disturbing number of similarities to the OG fruitloop: the way he stood, the style of his hair, the perpetual sneer.

The way he sent a shiver down Tucker's spine like Vlad used to be able to way back when he was still intimidating.

"Gotta say," Tucker continued, shoving his emotions down like only a human-born liminal that dealt with empathic rogues on the daily could ever manage, "not that impressed. For starters, your vibes are rancid, dude. Like, what do you do, bathe in corruption all day?"

That earned him a slap on the face, "You will speak when spoken to," Ra's ordered.

Tucker witheld a smirk. This guy seemed like the type to order subordinates around to do absolutely everything. The fact that he personally slapped Tucker with his own hand? It could only mean that Tucker was already under the guy's skin.

"Well, that just means I can keep talking since you just spoke to me," Tucker retorted, unafraid of another slap. Really, compared to the abuse he put himself through helping Danny, and the way his liminality skyrocketed in the last couple of years, it was barely even a love-tap. It didn't even sting.

Ra's raised a brow, giving the distinct impression that he was absolutely livid, though that may have been the liminal empathy cluing Tucker in. He'd never been great at reading emotions until that particular ability developed.

"Who do you work for?" Ra's began the interrogation.

Tucker returned with his best affronted glare, "Frankly, I'm offended that you don't believe I could do all this entirely on my own."

"Kill him," Ra's stated as he turned to leave, sounding so unimpressed that it almost seemed bored.

Out of the shadows, an arrow flew straight at Tucker, who slipped his restraints (thank you liminality for giving him limited ghost powers) and caught the arrow before it pierced his chest, "Yeah, no. Imma veto that."

Ra's turned back around, looking almost impressed.

It made Tucker feel way slimier than Vlad could ever hope to achieve. He repressed a shudder. After all, his job here was to keep Ra's distracted while the others invisibly raided the place, destroyed the pits, and planted explosives.

Tucker, being the technopath, would normally stay behind in the chair, but the League of Assassins was well defended against cyber attacks, forcing them to pivot somewhat in order to successfully infiltrate the place. He ended up creating a digital duplicate of himself (a literal duplicate, like Danny could do, but Tucker's duplicate could only ever exist inside of a computer, by all appearances a true AI) that the others could upload to the servers once they found them.

Beyond that, there wasn't much Tucker could do beyond providing a distraction. Sure, the LoA's technology was absolutely worth drooling over, but they didn't rely on it like most of the modern world did. There was no internet connection, electronic locks, or surveillance for Tucker to hack into and make his own. This place was all stone doors and medieval fortifications.

"Impressive," Ra's complimented after a moment of silent appraisal, "perhaps you are worthy of my attention after all."

Tucker scoffed, getting the clear impression that this guy fully expected the ground he walked on to be worshipped after admitting such small praise, "You're not the first megalomaniac I've had to deal with, and you won't be the last." (Team Phantom had an entire list of fruitloops to work through once their LoA financial backing was removed, after all) "I'll give you props for the sweet ninja cult you got going on, though. Gotta say, that's a first for me."

"Assassins," Ra's corrected.

"Same diff," Tucker retorted with a handwave, knowing full well that a guy like Ra's would be miffed by such a dismissal. He further feigned disinterest by examining the arrow he was still holding. Tucker had taken a few archery lessons when he was younger and picked it back up by training a bit under Princess Dora's royal guard. He was... decent, with a bow. He could reliably hit his target as long as he had a couple of seconds to aim - or used something laced in technology that allowed his technopathy to steady it.

The arrow was expertly crafted and perfectly balanced. His heightened liminal senses smelled a substance on the arrowhead - probably a paralytic, not that it would have kept Tucker down for very long, even if it had breached his heart, which would have been a quick death for any baseline human. He tossed it from hand to hand a few times, feeling the weight, the threw it like a dart into one of the nearest shadows. A soft thud echoed through the room when the arrowhead bonked the chestplate of the assassin standing there, then a clatter when it fell to the ground.

"If I had a bow, he'd be dead," Tucker needlessly commented, thumb pointing to the hidden guard. He was somewhat surprised the dude didn't catch the arrow like Tucker had. But then again, if the shadows were meant to fully conceal him, catching the arrow would have given him away from the arrow not making noise or falling to the ground.

"You knew he was there," Ra's stated more than asked.

"And the eleven others," Tucker easily replied, "A full dozen to guard the King of the Cult. Not that it'll make any difference. I've already won."

Tucker didn't have any misconcieved notion that his liminality would give him an edge over a dozen trained assassins. It doesn't really matter how good your senses are or how fast your reflexes when you have to dodge a dozen attacks simultaneously. But what he could do was turn intangible during those first few seconds of adrenaline-fueled panic, more than long enough for either of the Phantoms, neither of which were currently more than a few hundred yards distant, to reach him and drag him away from immediate danger.

So Tucker latched onto that confidence borne of complete trust in his team, and radiated it as much as he could, daring Ra's to call his bluff with nothing more than a knowing smirk.

[angelstraiqhtfromhell]

fuck dude i love Ghost so god damn much.

[pi-slices]

Ghost Complex. // Cover artwork & animation for darkDARK

[pinkfairiesteaparty]

[dcsnextgaycharacter]

[texaschainsawmascara]

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[carnivuar]

Happy PI(E) day everyone!!

Im a little late in the day to posting this so i hope im not burried but its them!! I haven’t drawn just Ghost and Toast in a while, im always posting my lore all the time so im hoping to change that.

Im also introducing a new paranormal entity called “Si-Pi”! Hes made up of binary code and the power of the never ending formation of 3.14 which makes him inherently stronger than most code entities they have encountered- what a coincidence for them.

He’s friendly I promise :)

[qumeth]

Thinking about soft!BBF Ghost ☹️☹️

Bothers Best Friend!Ghost! who shouldn’t like you as much as he does. He just can’t handle how pretty you look when you lounge around your childhood home.

Bothers Best Friend!Ghost! who gets excited when you come home from college for the first summer back. He hadn’t seen you since you graduated and your even more pretty then he remembered! :(

Brothers Best Friend Ghost! who cuddled with you when your brother is at his summer job. He holds you while you watch TV, fingers brushing through your hair as you talk about college and stories you have.

Brothers Beat Friend Ghost! who ends up getting super jealous when you mention you went on a date with a boy, a frat boy. He gives you a slight side eye when you talk about him. When you pout as you explain how the guy didn’t even want to date, just wanted to fuck!

Brothers Best friend ghost! Who promises you to take you on a date to show you how a good guy should treat you! You didn’t realize he was asking you on a date, you had just thought he was being nice since your older brother is his best friend

Brothers best friend ghost! Who realizes in the middle of the date how oblivious you are, so when you go to eat some food at a park, he kisses you. You’ve never been kissed before.

Brothers best friend ghost! Who brushes the hair out of your face when you stumble over your words, thinking it all a prank but he just kissed your cheek again, and shakes his head. You end up kissing him back, and he holds you softly against him as you both kiss as the sun slowly sets. It’s like a movie!

Brothers best friend ghost! Who is threatened by your older brother that if he didn’t treat you right Ghost would be hurt. He laughed but nodded, promising to him that he would treat you right.

Brothers best friend ghost! Who spends the rest of the summer with you, taking you on cute dates, baking cakes, enjoying the time. He has so much trauma but you make him feel like nothing ever happened, he’s never been so happy to do something like this.

[autumns-glory]

[lokilysolbitch]

QUIT making those "testing the 'i listen to everything person'" videos with songs that still sounds like music❌i don't care if it's cringe imma vibe to it anyways❗️i have gelsey bell making screeching violin sounds w her throat on my playlist at least twice‼️i'll vibe to sticker by NCT‼️imma need y'all to step it up‼️‼️‼️‼️

[fullcravings]

Halloween Pop Tarts

[ann-chovi]

GUYS LOOK LOOK AT THIS LIL LAD MY WIFE GOT ME

He will live forever on my hat aaahhhhhh♡♡♡♡

[weedle-testaburger]

as far as i'm concerned, if you believe innocent migrants should be allowed to die fleeing oppressive regimes and genocides instead of coming to your country, other people should be allowed to punch you instead of taking your bullshit seriously

[url-is-url]

What if I... wrote an Ember-and-Youngblood-centric fic that just explores Ghost Zone piracy to a deeply self-indulgent level of detail?