#ghost martin

[space-dinosaurs]

Drew this and a couple others at the start of October but I'm only posting it now

[trueliess]

Gervonta "Tank" Davis defeated Frank "The Ghost" Martin by knockout in the eighth round on June 15, 2024, at the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada.

[grayscaleskies]

[ID: A drawing of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood from the Magnus Archives. Jon is a thin Persian person with grey-streaked curly black hair pulled into a bun, glasses, and various scars. They are wearing a pale purple jacket over a black turtleneck and black jeans. They have an ace ring on his right hand and a dangly pink earring. They are kissing Martin with their hand on his face and the other against his back while holding their cane. Martin is a fat Afro-Asian main with bleached white 4c textured hair that trails off into transparent fog. He has very light freckles, a gold earring, and fog coming from his eyes. He is wearing a cobalt blue sweater and dark grey pants. Martin is kissing Jon, holding their back with both hands. Martin is slightly transparent in the areas Jon is not touching.

The background is numerous pieces of grey paper filled with poems, sketches, or doodles and soft white fog around the whole piece. The text of the first image reads: 'Identical Words Against Different Time Frames by coulson-is-an-avenger' in a swirly handwritten font. The second image is the same, instead with the text, 'There is nothing in the world, beyond the grave or before it, that could have prepared Martin for how it feels to kiss Jonathan Sims. End ID/]

HI PALS so I'm obsessed with ghost kissy and EXTREMELY obsessed with @coulson-is-an-avenger 's fic 'Identical Words Against Different Time Frames!' So I couldn't NOT draw ghost kissy. Thank you to Mossy for being so patient while I asked for feedback on every aspect of this, your fic is a masterpiece!! 💖

[mythicalm0thii]

I don't know the exact name of this AU but the fic is called "The Haunting of The Magnus Institute" on AO3, and I love this man so I did funni fanart

(GHOST MARTIN GHOST MARTIN GHOST MARTIN GHOST MARTIN GHOST MARTIN GHOST MARTIN GHOST MART-)

I know this is bad lol anyways any advice is appreciated!!

[antiqueowl]

The "Is Martin a ghost" thing

I can't stop thinking about when Jon asked Martin if he was a ghost. More specifically, I can't stop thinking of what if the answer was yes.

What if Martin was one of Mary Keay's victims? What if he's lingering around the archives because the book he's stuck in is somewhere in the building, but he doesn't know which book or where? The reason he never does his work is because he can't interact with physical objects and he's just hoping no one notices.

Just imagine the implications where Martin had no reason to fear Jane or anything else because he's a ghost, but he gets freaked out anyway.

Imagine ghost Martin falling for Jon and choosing to stay instead of having his book burned. What if there was no safe house moment because Jon still hadn't found Martin's book and he couldn't stray too far from it?

Imagine Jon traversing the apocalypse and trying to get back to the Institute to find Martin, who has been having panicked conversations with Rosie.

[fuzzhugs]

I submit the events of early Salamandastron as proof that ghost Martin can control lightning. 

[thebibliomancer]

Oh, hello Ghost Martin. Handing out free swords and convincing Simeon that a plucky young mouse should go on an adventure.

You lead a busy afterlife.

[leonawriter]

It's moments like these, I wish I could sink into the ground, let the Earth swallow me up.

Two short scenes, one from Fitton and one from Helsinki.

Also on FF.Net and AO3.

Fitton

Being drunk for a ghost was supposed to be technically impossible, for two main reasons. The first being that the person was dead, and therefore should not be able to drink a drop, the second being that if an intangible being such as a ghost did, in fact, try to drink, then all that should really happen is that the liquid would end up going right through them and hit the floor, much to their embarrassment and the annoyance of the cleaning staff of wherever they happened to be.

Martin, however, hardly conformed to the normal for ghostly behaviour. He was generally somewhat solid, which certainly helped with flying aeroplanes, and could actually eat and drink. The mechanics of this were somewhat similar to the idea of vanishing something. The matter can't simply cease to be, but it has nowhere to go. Therefore, it becomes, in essence, everything.

In Martin's case, the thing that is being vanished (here, the food, or rather at this instance, the alcohol) does not become nothing, but rather, becomes Martin.

Martin himself does not truly care about these details, but the fact that they affect him doesn't stop or go away. Like, for instance, how getting drunk happens so much faster. Due to the lack of blood.

It doesn't take long for him to realise that while getting drunk again could possibly be fun, it really, really shouldn't be right before a flight.

This is his third try at grabbing that coffee mug, and his hand is still going through it, and getting a slightly warm, buzzed feeling for his pains.

He tries again, and the hot liquid sploshes out of the mug when the mug moves an inch away from his hand.

Several minutes later, he's leaning on one of the seats, and his hand starts to sink through the fabric. At least this time he can pretend he simply slipped.

Some time after that and in the flight deck with Douglas and Arthur, he's glad Douglas is keeping his eyes in front of him, because he just gestured about something or other, and realised that he'd gone sort of see-through.

Yes, he thinks later, nursing the ghostly equivalent of a hangover, definitely not before a flight next time.

Preferably, not when people are around, either.

...

Helsinki

Kieran hadn't known what he'd been doing. Then again, neither had Martin, and that was even worse. Douglas, of course, was completely clueless for once, a fact that had caused him to be rather quiet for some time afterwards.

It had started when Kieran had begun to explain exactly what he thought of Martin, and Martin's 'life'. At first there was confusion. He'd been so interested and keen before, so why change his mind? What had changed? There must have been something, and it wasn't fair.

That was the first thought that stuck out in his mind, and the one that started off a sort of buzzing in his ears. It was low at first, quiet, but as he got angrier, the buzzing got louder.

He didn't realise that with every mean word the eleven year old boy was saying, the atmosphere in the closed café became more and more oppressive, with a tension you could cut through, and the temperature had dropped by one or two degrees.

If he had known, the very fact that he could do such things at all would probably have been enough of a shock to the system that the effects of his anger and embarrassment would have come to an abrupt end. But he didn't.

Stacked up cups began to rattle, but because they were somewhere near Arthur, no one paid them any attention, and besides, everyone who wasn't Martin or Kieran were currently focusing, with morbid curiosity, on Martin and Kieran. Little things like that weren't so important next to such a sight.

Then Kieran made it plan what he thought, and said outright that he didn't even think that Martin was a proper captain, and Martin snapped.

The lights flickered, and they put it down to faulty wiring.

It was only supposed to be a cuff around the ear – it certainly hadn't thrown him across the room, or even onto the floor, but from the look of surprise on Kieran's face it looked like he had caused a little more than a light sting.

It certainly wasn't anything that would hold Kieran back for long, though, as moments later the atmosphere of dread had turned into uneasiness for both of the pilots when Kieran smiled.

Martin was too busy realising what he'd just done and being both horrified and terrified that someone would put two and two together and understand, to move out of the way. It was a good thing the adrenaline rush hadn't yet passed, because if it had, the inattention might have caused Kieran's blows to fall on thin air.

As it was, Martin was finding that it was no fun at all being beaten up by an eleven year old child, especially when he knew damn well that he could just sink through the floor or disappear at will, but since Douglas was watching – and trying, yet failing, to perform damage control – and Arthur was right there, and Carolyn and the others were coming in, he couldn't, and had to just endure it.

There were, he decided, times like these when he hated his life, or death, or whatever you wanted to call it.

He wondered if Kieran would have been impressed even if he'd gone see-through. Probably not.

...

AN: I was originally going to do a whole load more moments from the series that were changed with Martin becoming a ghost. But then the second one took ages to get out of my head, and there may or may not be something planned for before Gdansk, I'm not sure. I might reschedule it, or I might not.

Interestingly, as the Helsinki short shows, if Martin didn't put all of his ghostly energies into being solid enough to fly a plane, he'd actually be pretty powerful. But flying a plane is what he wants, and what use would he have for ~ghostly powers~ anyway?