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@yourinfernalmajestyx
By Jimmy Hubbard
Papa Emeritus IV
âSlav is Tobiasâ âSlav is this personâ âSlav is that personâ yall shut up Slav is an ancient deity who saw our fandom and thought âoh fuck they need helpâ
Precisely. Thank you. I'm not a person, I'm a spirit summoned for the sole purpose of furthering the Ghost agenda through the interwebs. Whatever human qualities I possess, be it my tantalizing allure, seductive elusiveness or an incredibly shapely butt, are just the means I use to attract all you lost sheep in need to see the light. Hope that clears things up!
Please don't take this offensively, as I'm just genuinely curious, and don't feel pressured to answer any more then you feel comfortable, but why do people seem to treat your word God? Everyone seems to put 100% faith into you and I'm lost đ are you close to the band or like what
It's because I'm very sexy. Simply irresistible. My nice figure and sharp tongue make everyone go awooga.
Sweden's National Tourism Organisation used Ghost to promote Linköping in one of their videos and I can't stop giggling at how they made it sound as if one of Ghost's greatest achievements is American Christians accusing them of misleading the youth
Hey Slav, what are your pronouns?
ghoul / ghoul
so if what youâve said is right, nobody knows who you are and therefore you canât get in trouble. do you worry about possible consequences? is this something that TF would want done?
Tobias when he finds out this blog even exists and I commited the crime of giving the most vague hints known to man
slav how do you not get in trouble for what you reveal đđ every time you reveal to us spicy new Forbidden information i first get excited but then im like oh my god i hope the ghouls dont fucking chloroform you
Can't get caught if no one knows who you are
SlavGhoul's many titles: Ghoarder, Ghistorian, Ghinformant (Ghost informant) - but, most importantly, our Ghestie đ€
No ghexy beast? :'(
So according to Ghost lore when someone dies their soul becomes a ghost and their body becomes a zombie. Well, as long as that body is reanimated in some way.
Opens up a lot of possibilities, doesn't it?
I am both fascinated and terrified by the fact it's canon that Nihil eats cucumbers like corn on the cob.
I can't even imagine the adrenaline you must feel every time you're about to post something that's going to throw us in a tailspin. You wake up and choose chaos, and I love that.
You can rest now, children dearest. No more chaos for the foreseeable future. No more riddles. Haha... unless?
Ghost - Chapter 11: Family Dinner
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â just you is what i really need when you go home and come back earlier than expected ; title creds
lucifer is a busy man and even with your leave, he sticks to his usual routine without a momentâs break. (save for when one of his brotherâs caused yet another form of trouble, of course.) but itâs late at night, when his head throbs and his body aches, that he misses you the most, sinking down into his chair. youâd chastise him for working so late, lucifer lets out a funny sort of half laugh as he thinks of you, scolding him for not taking better care of himself. then youâd sit with him, providing a helping hand to the burdens that rest heavy on his shoulders. something sharp pangs in luciferâs chest and he knows he will have to bear uncomfortably with it, lodging itself in his being until you return. lucky for the demon, that was to come sooner than he expected. the hands in his hair make him stiffen at first, callous words simmering on his tongue, but he soon recognises the touch, melting at its familiarity. âyouâre back early,â he comments, trying to keep his voice steady. and you hum amusedly at the attempt, âneeded to look after you.â with your reply comes a promise - that youâre truly back, real, and for the avatar of pride no less - and lucifer lets the smile grace his expression as he tugs at one of your hands to press a kiss to your palm. âthank you.â
mammon had moped even before you left, the announcement that youâd be returning to the human world for a while enough to leave his spirits dampened. when youâd actually gone, he seemed to trod around the house of lamentation like a little puppy, lost on what exactly to do. and it was day five when he caved and whined down the phone to you, a loud cry of âi couldâve come with you! iâm supposed to be ya first man!â the responding laugh had warmed mammonâs core, despite the tinny receiver, but it does little to soothe the ache in his heart as he settles down for the night, your pillow between his arms to make up for your absence. you shouldâve known mammon wouldnât be in his room but yours when you went to surprise him, slipping through the halls. you find him tucked in your bed, face pressed against your sheets, though the creak of the door had him jumping upwards at the intrusion, half expecting someone to scold him for slinking into your room. instead he was met with a smile. your smile. in an instant, mammonâs launching himself at you, blankets catching at his waist as he holds you close. âyou - youâre back!â he eventually splutters, words tumbling from curved lips. all it takes is a nod of your head for mammon to pull you closer and you grin, âcouldnât help it, i missed my first man.â
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The review of my last ritual: Copia is such a dramatic bitch đ„°
@idekmydud3 mostly the usual repertoire:
- pretending to be Bela Lugosi / future prom queen while walking down the stairs in the bat harness;
- micromanaging the ghouls;
- expressing with his whole body that he doesnât appreciate our knowledge of the lyrics / level of cheering;
- panicking when Keytar Queen stole the spotlight;
- teasing to play a ballad instead of Mummy Dust
- explaining what a grower is while showing it on his fingers (pinky went for âat first itâs smallâ)
From the more unusual repertoire
- he tripped walking up the stairs after Square Hammer đ€Ș