#ghost strasbourg

[dot-hpg]

Ghost, Imperatour Strasbourg 28/05/2023

Please ask me if you want to use these for anything!

[abusivegreed]

Look a this funny little man

[enjoy-my-swearing]

I've had my first ever ritual yesterday and it was, and still is, so overwhelming. I'm insanely happy I got to see Papa live.

I also made my childhood dream come true and finally got barrier. Stood right next to Dew's stand so got a lot of him and Rain there.

A bit sad that our side of the barrier got a little "neglected" for lack of a better word when it comes to Papa presence and thrown picks and drumsticks... But I got to look Copia in the eyes during his mummy dust shenanigans so I consider it a big win.

Respite on the Spitalfields live made me actually cry, it's beautiful 😭 And I cannot not mention how wild all of us went when Copia came back in red jacket for Square Hammer.

If I have a chance and spare money I will deffo see them again because it's worth every penny. I'm completely owned by Ghost right now, no turning back

[thisvisionofmyspirit]

thx to the ghesties for the friendship bracelets and the stickers ♥ and to the lovely, lovely ghouls for giving me the attention i so deeply crave from them

[enjoy-my-swearing]

Still barely believe he looked me dead in the eyes right then and there 😩 is being mummy dusted a thing?

no words

c:  @Ghost_Band_Aids

[spacevoyagerx]

The Ghost Nebula

The Ghost Nebula, also known as LBN 762, is a dark nebula located in the constellation Cassiopeia.

It is named for its ghostly appearance in images taken in infrared light, where it appears as a dark silhouette against the backdrop of brighter stars and gas.

Credits: NASA, ESA, and STScI; Acknowledgment: H. Arab (University of Strasbourg)

[cod-dump]

I’m not Simon Riley, I’m Ghost: Chapter 16

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(note: I have gone back and combined some chapters and made some small updates to them, so if you noticed something was off that’s what it was lol)

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Soap POV

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Feeling returned to Soap's limbs far too slowly for his liking. But as more feeling returned, the more the overall panic he felt mellowed. He could move his hands enough to hold his own cup of water, though his strength wasn’t all there. Speech was a whole mess of its own. He couldn’t tell if Gaz with fucking with him about not being able to understand him or if he was being completely serious.

”Can you repeat that?”

”I’m going to kill you,” Soap hissed and Gaz laughed, maybe from surprise of finally understanding something or because his pestering was finally getting the reaction he wanted. The more he laughed the more Soap was convinced it was the former.

Price had taken no time to come and see Soap after Ghost left to inform him… and Ghost hadn’t returned with him. It made Soap’s chest ache but a thought quickly entered his mind, a reminder of their last interaction in France, right before Soap decided to be an idiot and run off. The thought made the ache go away and Soap was able to focus on Price.

”Farah was right, you’ll be walking by sundown.”

”He can barely hold a cup, Cap,” Gaz muttered to him.

Price looked to him, “And he couldn’t even get a word out a few hours ago.”

“Still can’t.”

Soap glares at Gaz grins, “Go fuck yourself.”

Gaz laughs and Soap can’t help but smile. It felt good being back at 141 base with Gaz and Price. The uncertainty of leaving Strasbourg when they did, the argument with Ghost, those creatures — Soap wasn’t one to leave like that, not finish the mission. Leaving it to the DGSE when they called for aid…

”Chin up, Sergeant.”

Soap meets Price’s gaze, the man knew. Of course he did, he was Captain Price. He was good at reading people and probably already knew what Soap was thinking about, most certainly having already pieced it all together before Soap even woke up what would be bothering him. Soap clears his throat when the silence goes on for longer than he would like.

”Where’s Ghost?”

”Watching his brother. Garrick and I have had enough of that bastard.”

Soap snorts, “He living up to Graves’ legacy?”

”Oh he’s so much worse,” Price groans.

Soap laughs, trying to imagine what Price has been through in the relatively short time frame they’ve been gone.

”He’s a lot creepier than Graves ever was,” Gaz mutters. Soap remembers that Gaz was watching Runt not too long ago, Price having dumped the duty onto him.

“I’m sure you’ll warm up to him.”

Soap’s attempt at teasing earns him an unamused glare. He grins before he looks to Price. Price‘s expression was rather neutral but his eyes showed he was very amused. He reaches out and pats Soap’s knee, Soap feeling relief that he could feel it.

”I have a meeting with Laswell in an hour. I better go get ready for whatever she has to say about the stunt you pulled.”

”She loves me.”

”That’s what saved your ass.”

Price gave Soap’s shoulder a firm pat before he left, Soap and Gaz watching him leave before Gaz turned to him. He wanted to say something, something he didn’t want Price around for. Soap takes a breath, he knows what’s going to come out of his mouth.

”Ghost said you left on your own.”

Soap cringes, “Wasn’t my best moment…”

”No it wasn’t… Suds, you’re smarter than that.”

”I felt like I had to do something. I couldn’t just leave knowing someone was putting weapons on the streets and slowly taking over the military.”

”Ghost said you lot were to leave.”

“Well Ghost doesn’t exactly care enough about humans to make the right call.”

Soap had only muttered under his breath but Gaz heard it all the same. The room became silent, too silent, as Gaz stared with wide eyes. Soap looks away, glaring at the wall. As his mind cleared, he was able to remember that interaction all too clearly.

”Johnny-“

”Don’t, Kyle. Don’t.”

Gaz shifted, remaining silent as Soap continues to refuse to look at him. Soap felt guilt prick at his skin, he shouldn’t have said that. But he also felt he had the right. He sighed quietly, he felt betrayed though Ghost did no such thing. Ghost had only reminded him of what he was, Soap was the fool that refused to acknowledge it.

"Watch your tone, sergeant."

"No, I won't! 141 is for the people! We are here to save lives-"

"You are here to save lives! I'm here to survive!"

He felt his eye twitch at the memory. He felt like and idiot setting Ghost up as a courageous hero, that image somehow keeping hold even when Ghost revealed his un-human nature. It felt like a betrayal and Soap felt stupid for feeling that way.

”You should talk to the captain about this.”

Soap blinked and finally looked to Gaz, “Why?”

”You know why.”

With that, Gaz stood and left the room. Soap felt a chill on his skin and the guilt continued to prick at him. He swallowed before he looked away from the door.

Need to watch your mouth, MacTavish.

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“Squeeze my hand, Sergeant. As hard as you can.”

Soap did as Farah told him, gripping her hand firmly. She nods, him instantly releasing her hand.

”How‘s your head feeling?”

”Clear.”

”Good.”

Farah wanted to personally examine Soap to make sure he had recovered from the spell. With how quickly they were going through his examination, Soap believed he had recovered fully. Farah clearly has done this more than once, knowing all she needed to test and what to look for.

”Did you reverse the spell or whatever? I don’t remember anything.”

”Your friend Engel in Strasbourg. He lifted it before he went to deal with the director.”

”Any word from him… or the director?”

”Don’t worry about that now, Soap.”

Farah doesn’t answer any other questions regarding the matter as her one of her men, a doctor, comes into the room. Soap recognized him as the man who examined him and tested his blood after Ghost had bitten him.

After he tried to kill me, Soap thought to himself. But he didn’t. He didn’t want to. He wouldn’t.

”Hello again, Sergeant MacTavish.”

”Let me guess, you want a sample.”

”Just a precaution, Sergeant. To make sure you stay human. Or so we can be on top of it if you change.”

Soap stayed still as Dr. Osin took a sample of his blood. He and Farah spoke in Arabic, Soap feeling like a child waiting for the adults to finish talking. After Dr. Osin ran several tests, he and Farah turned back to Soap.

”Congratulations, Sergeant. You’re still human.”

Soap snorts, “Yay me.”

”Have you eaten?”

”Only those damn jelly cups they keep stocked down the hall. I would love some real food, even slop from the cafeteria.”

Farah grins, “I think I can do you one better. Takeaway?”

”Takeaway? For little ol’ me? Feeling spoiled here.”

”I figured a walk would do you some good.”

Soap felt a prickle at his skin, an uneasiness in the air. She wants him off base, most certainly to talk. Farah had a smile on her face, her body relaxed, but the air about her was on edge. Soap’s mind went to Ghost and his brother. Were they the reason she was like this?

”I wouldn’t mind a walk.”

Farah smiles, “Good.”

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“This looks unhealthy.”

”That’s how you know it’s good.”

A drive into town before they walked the rest of the way to the restaurant Farah had in mind. It did feel nice to go out for a walk in town and not be thrown back into the chaos on base. Eventually he would have to go back to it, but not just yet.

”Seriously, Commander, let me pay for this.”

”You don’t have your wallet.”

”… Shit. Don’t have my phone either.”

Soap pats his pockets, he definitely had at least his phone earlier. Where is it? Farah grabs his attention by clearing her throat.

”Don’t worry about that at the moment, John.”

Soap froze, “… You have something serious you want to talk about, don’t you?”

”Can’t trust your phone not being bugged.”

”Why the fu-“

Farah holds her hand up and Soap cuts himself off. She waits a moment, taking a bite of her food and savoring it for a moment.

”This is good. Should eat yours before it gets cold.”

Soap gives Farah a look before he eats his food. They ate in silence, enjoying their tame surroundings and the chill in the air. Soap couldn’t look away from her, he could only suspect why she brought him here away from base. She had to want to be away from Ghost and Runt, though he doesn’t see them bugging his phone.

”You think loud, John.”

”Why did you bring me here?”

Farah sips her drink, taking her time. Soap bounced his knee, his nerves starting to get to him.

”I hadn’t noticed before, Nik had to point it out.”

”Point what out?”

”It came to a shock to you that I knew my way around non-humans.”

”… is Nik-?”

”Non-human? I have no clue, honestly. Wouldn’t surprise me. What I do know is that he pointed out there was a… double agent in base. Noticed something off about them.”

”A double agent… what, they’re pretending to be human?”

”Most certainly.”

”Shit.”

“Nik went to pull away Price to tell him in a secure location. We decided to be quiet about it so we didn’t alert them that we knew, so we’re pull ing each of the core members aside industry. We think they might be after sensitive data and want them to continue digging so we can see if we can catch them off guard.”

Soap blinks as he thinks back to Ghost appearing in his room, telling him someone was in his office.

”Fuck, they were already in Ghost’s office snooping around.”

Farah looks at him, watching him closely. Soap met her gaze before looking away. Did he say something wrong?

”They were in Ghost’s office… how do you know that?”

”He told me.”

“He told you… but didn’t tell Price.”

“He couldn’t- Wasn’t out yet he wasn’t human, he smelled someone in there. Wasn’t any evidence otherwise.”

”He could’ve fabricated evidence…”

Soap looks away from Farah, her hard gaze making him uneasy. Ghost could’ve just told Price he had an off feeling, he didn’t even need to tell him anything else. But that didn’t happen. As far as Soap knows he never went to Price about it—

He went to me… he told me that night.

“Looks like he does like you, Sergeant. Likes you quite a bit.”

Soap couldn’t help but notice what Farah said was very mischievous sounding. The way there was a brief smirk when he looked up before it was pushed away as if she had just remembered she wasn’t teasing him about another human having a liking to him. That told Soap had truly strange it all was. With how the vampires acted towards him in France, Runt’s own curiosity — Ghost liking him was abnormal.

He wanted to kill you but didn’t. He didn’t even know why.

Soap rubs his face with a groan. What did he do to get himself into this situation?

Farah standing, scooting her chair back on the pavement grabbed his attention. She had her wallet in hand.

”Chin up, Sergeant. We have work to do.”

Soap blinks before he nods.

”Yes, ma’am.”

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[achy-boo]

Dominique De Luca

Sapphire Lake Dorm's only Master.

A boy with secrets that is too disturbing to heard or talk about

Never ask or mention his bloodied camera..

Name: Dominique De Luca

Romaji: De Luca Dominique

Quote: "Is it wrong to take a photo of every..single..thing just to keep the memories forever?"

V/A: HiMERU from Enstars(Japanese), Lyney from Genshin(English)

Gender: male

Sexuality: Bisexual demiromatic

Age: 23

Birthday: March 12th

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Eye color: gold with a grey aim mark on one eye and an x on the other eye

Ha Color: dark blue(before TWST) a grey and light blue duo color hair (After TWST)

Height: 6'6ft

Weight: 120 lbs

Race: Human????

Homeland: Strasbourg, France

Family:

Unknown French Mother(Deceased/Murdered)

Unknown Italian Father(Deceased/Murdered)

School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Sapphire Lake Dorm

School Year: he had to repeat 2nd year due to…an incident

Class: 2-A

Student Number: No.38

Occupation: Florist/Photographer(Part time)

Club: Photography club

Best Subject: History

Favorite Color: Funny enough he loves pastel colors

Favorite Food: Paris-brest

Least Favorite Food: He does not like pecan pie and pumpkin pie(It is the taste of it)

Likes: Desserts, Food, music, coffee or tea, photography, rainy/cloudy days, trying new food, children, watching movies at 3am, anime, manhwa

Dislikes: He hates bitter food/drinks, heat, summer, Crowley(depends), people asking or mention his bloodied camera, reliving his past

Hobbies: drawing, listening to music, drinking tea in the rainy days, photography(this is very important later on)

Talents: Empathy to apathy depends on the situation, silver tongue, blackmailing

Nicknames: Sapphire Lake’s Master(Original Title) France’s Ghost Face(Formal/Never heard in NRC)

Other Nicknames: Domi(Tsukii) Quince(Dawn, Deuce), Mimi(Only the kids and Kianisha can call him that)

Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Dominque De Luca stands at 6'6 and a half with grey and light blue duo color long hair that reach his knee length, golden eyes with one had a grey aim mark on one eye and a x on the other. He has dark tan skin with two marks on his face(It is removable btw), In Sapphire Lake Dorm, he wears a gothic baggy clothes however he is very fit and muscular under it. He have four tattoos and three piercings(He is more silent about them). One of his signature items is the chains around his right arm.

Personality: Dominique is what people call him. A good package deal. Meaning that you will have to deal with his constant mood changes depending on the person who he is with. Dominique is flirty(HELLA flirty) but he knows his limits. Bro is sadistic in general when it came to words or actions. However due to him being Sapphire Lake’s only Master, he learn to held off the urge until he gets the green light. Other than that, he is one very interesting guy.

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

He is the only one in 2nd years that have a deep connection with the Libya Family due to him being friends with Valerian and Ambrose Libya(Ambrose is a boy btw)

He had two photographic cameras(one is forbidden to mention or even ask about it)

He is more protective if you get to know him

He had scars on his back

he is very fit and muscular underneath the baggy clothing he wears

He prefers baggy clothes( But skin tight clothes is fine by him)

He lets the others do his hair(He lets Vil, Crewel and Tsukii chooses his aesthetic)

He used to be a RSA student but bride Crowley to never tell anyone but Sapphire Lake Dorm about that

The Dark Mirror has to look into his soul 4 times to confirm which dorm he belongs too

His main aesthetic is Gothic Victorian

He has veiny arms and hands

Scream for the Camera

“Pictures held a thousand words and stories so look at the camera and make your loudest screams. Scream for the camera!!”

Dominique's UM and its involves his bloodied camera. The UM is about you being your childhood/ favorite places and Dominique taking pictures of said places but each picture get more and more terrifying as time past. The pictures will involves your worst fears and regrets until a unidentified killer appears and the real nightmare begins. You will be chased by said killer as you tried to escape while agonizing and blood curling screams was heard constantly. You have 30 minutes to find a camera and snapped the picture of anything until its too late. What happens after you failed? Then you will see Dominique in front of you with a malicious smile and take a picture before...and after your brutal demise.

The skull in the camera is the final moments of the person's life before they are never waking up.

@yukii0nna @queen-of-twisted @sweetlyvibe @lxdymoon0357 @yumeko2sevilla @kousaka-ayumu @yoghurtsan @aventxsha @txemptress

[iwillbringyouruin]

Papa Emeritus IV being serious as ever in between songs

Ghost Re-Imperatour, Strasbourg, 28th May 2023

[coulduseprozac]

Ghost Live @ Strasbourg

Photo: Alva IG: @shameless_ghoul

The Nameless Ghouls Official Ghost Cult.

#TNGofficial #13thAnniversary

(totally copy and pasted that from the book of faces

[nancypullen]

This Time Tomorrow...

I'll be slogging through airport security. But shortly after that I'll be flying through the sky in a chair (doesn't that sound magical?) and eventually landing in Paris.

We'll leave Baltimore around 5pm, connect at JFK, and fly overnight into beautiful Paris. Not going to lie, that first day will be rough. It will be noonish in France when we land. Once we get through passport control and claim our luggage we're catching a 3pm train to Strasbourg. The train ride is about an hour and 45 minutes. Once we arrive in Strasbourg our AirBnB is about a 4 minute walk from the train station...if you're not a 61-year-old zombie. So we'll be arriving at our lodging around 5 o'clock. I promise you that I'll be finished with the day by then. Maybe, just maybe, this will be the trip where I sleep like a baby on the plane and arrive refreshed. There's always a chance, right? But I'm betting on pure exhaustion by the time we unlock the door to our little French abode. As excited as I am about this trip, getting that day out of the way is the first hurdle. So we depart on the evening of the 7th, and the 8th will just be arrival and sleep. Then the adventure begins. I'll take you along to enchanting Alsatian villages and whatever else we discover along the way. BUT...before any of that happens I'm puttering around the house, making sure everything is ready for the cat sitter and for our return. I need to mention that after 42 years of being the only one who did any of that, Mr. Pullen has decided that he will actively participate in all of that fun. He's been tidying, laying in kitty supplies, etc. I don't know what to do with myself when half my chore list is already checked off. This is fun. I've had time to even clean up garden areas for fall (even though it's 80 degrees, yuck!). Remember that German Pink tomato plant that gave me an ulcer this summer? I babied the heck out of that thing and it bloomed like crazy but never produced fruit. I finally just completely ignored it, and now it has eight beautiful tomatoes on it.

Of course. Maybe they'll be perfect in two weeks when we're home, maybe the whole plant will be dead. I waited all summer and now I don't care anymore. Stupid plant. Probably should have waited to take the photo until after I pulled that big ol' weed. Whatever.

Oh! Before I forget, I received an email asking how the clay ghosts turned out that I made in early September (I think?). Eh, mixed results. The candy corn ghost is okay, looks fine with a little battery-powered votive underneath. He's sitting out with some other Halloween decor, doing his job.

The little ghost that I decided to dress in a patchwork quilt is another story. The quilt squares were just okay, but I could live with it, but then I ruined the whole dang thing because I painted his eyes too close together. He has issues.

I kept him in my craft room because I felt bad for doing that to him. We're friends now.

In other news, I was clearing photos out of my phone (100 flower pictures...why??) because I anticipate taking loads of photos on this trip. I came across some fun snaps of birthday gifts...

look at these beautiful sterling silver Scottish thistle earrings, purchased with an Etsy gift card.

I love them! A nod to my heritage, but also just pretty.

Then there was this picture of a luggage tag that I'm tickled with and, yes, I'm just that boring.

It's heavy duty acrylic, and on a metal loop, so super durable - not likely to be torn off, and it's SO CUTE. I covered my phone number because I don't want any calls from weirdos. Another Etsy purchase.

With that same Etsy gift card I found mosaic supplies that I plan to experiment with this winter (I'm excited!) and even this adorable glass tumbler that makes me smile every morning when I drink my protein shake.

And wait until you see this duo!

Not only is that a treasure of a travel journal with perfect prompts...

...but that little pink case is a TINY PHOTO PRINTER!

I've got an app on my phone, so I can select a photo and send it to the little printer with one touch. It prints a picture of excellent quality, and I can peel the back off and stick it right into my travel journal! Holy cow! These were all birthday gifts from people that I love, so they're already special - but man, do they know me well or what? I'm still wallowing around in the birthday love and I've been 61 for 11 days already. I even received flowers. Isn't it always the loveliest surprise when the doorbell rings and there are flowers on the other side? They arrived before my birthday and at the end of the first week some of the most delicate blooms were fading. I always just start plucking out the dying blooms and shrink the bouquet until I have a single stem and some greenery left. I just snapped this - the bouquet is down to about half its original size, and I fear I'll have to say goodbye to it. I may reduce it to just a few flowers and leave a pretty bouquet for the cat sitter. I can't toss them.

When I receive flowers I always try to place them where I'll enjoy them/see them the most. Often I'll move them room to room. These started out on the dining room table, and moved to my craft room on the days I spent hours in there. I love fresh flowers in the house.

So I've rambled from tomatoes to bag tags and have probably bored you stiff. Take heart, I'll soon have beautiful photos to share from fairytale villages. The weather forecast concerns me - the temps look fantastic, but there are a handful of days where we may see rain. I don't want a repeat of my Irish hair.

I don't care about the 8th, that's mostly a travel day. I'm hoping that those other drizzly days clear off in a hurry.

There's not a thing I can do about the weather, so I'm not going to worry about it. Brace yourself, France.

Alrighty kids, I'm outta' here. I need to check my list and make sure I have everything ready before we make our escape. You won't hear from me before the 9th, unless I can't sleep at all on the 8th - then you may get a posting from the wee hours. Until then, sending you loads of love. Stay safe, stay well. Adieu! Au revoir! XOXO, Nancy P.S. I have discovered that our Paris AirBnB at the end of the trip is in the 7th arrondissement, the same as Ina Garten's apartment! I may have found out that her building is on Boulevard Raspail, right across from a fabulous fresh market. Stalker? Who, me? Hey, I just want to pose in front of her building, I don't think she's even there. I did download her autobiography, Be Ready When the Luck Happens, so she's already traveling with me.

[dot-hpg]

Ghost, Imperatour Strasbourg 28/05/2023

Some very normal photos of Papa-

Hold up...

........................PAPA WHAT HAPPENED??

Please ask me if you want to use these for anything!

[abusivegreed]

Pls appreciate our Italian his French skillz

[enjoy-my-swearing]

I was also at Strasbourg yesterday and now I have post-concert depression 🥲 it was so so good

Real 😩

I don't even know what to do with myself now. I've waited for this day for so long and now it's... over. We'll be drinking our depresso together anon 💜

I'm happy you had a blast!

[cutelikeafrog]

I've rejoined Tumblr after over a decade. It's Pride month, I'm queer, and I like Ghost. I didn't take a ton of photos in Strasbourg last week, but these seem appropriate. Hi.

@thebandghostofficial

[gothclavdia]

i'd like to submit to the court (you guys) my particular situation (yes my therapist has ghosted me):

2 months ago I met a guy here in strasbourg. after 3 weeks of intense intense flirting we started seeing each other and sleeping together. truly wonderful times if it wasn't for the constant mentioning of the ex (who also started messaging him asking to have a video call). we had a talk where he told me that he wasn't ready for a long distance relationship with me (since he's recently gone through a terrible one), but that he would still like for us to be friends and to visit each other. he also told me he had been postponing the call with his ex for 2 weeks and I told him he's an idiot and to just get it over with. a couple days later we set boundaries as fully platonic friends (since he kept behaving ambiguously). a day later all boundaries are broken as he tells me he has realized he likes me much more than he thought, and that he followed my suggestion to call his ex and realized that even though it was pleasant to talk to her, he had indeed idealized her (though he's still not ready for a long distance relationship). after this we go back to how we behaved before the conversation, except he decides to sleep over at my place every night now, sometimes he just comes over to sleep next to me and nothing more.

so now: in 3 days we are both leaving, and last night he told me he was unable to have sex with me because he was too sad at the idea that we were separating.

and now he keeps hinting at visiting each other.

what the fuck am i supposed to make of this mess.

i've come to agree with him that a long-distance relationship would be hellish, so I don't think that would work in any case. i would honestly love to visit him and to host him but i feel like it might just make things harder.

so yea suggestions?