#Bell Witch tour

[mylifeinsound]

Echoes of the Abyss: Bell Witch and Spirit Possession Enthrall at First Unitarian

Words & Photos by: Angel ParkBell Witch and Spirit Possession delivered a hauntingly immersive performance at the First Unitarian venue this past Saturday, captivating the audience with their unique blend of doom metal and dark ambient music. The evening unfolded into an experience that was both chilling and mesmerizing. Spirit Possession, the opening act, set an eerie tone with its atmospheric…

[merememberjust]

My own take in the ✨Witches’ new outfits ✨

I kept some details from the official art, just wanted to add my own twist in it.

[jovenshires]

endless au edits: the battle of the bands au nobody asked for pt 7

battle of the bands 2024: an honest op-ed by jeremy elder the six entries to battle of the bands 2024 have finally been announced. not only will we be seeing sad men in their 30s's favorite new band the chosen, known for their appearance on the netflix reality show 'up & coming,' but also four other groups who desperately wish they were as famous. this includes: ftc, renowned alternative-indie sad-girl trio; kolivition, known for making the music your mom turns off every time she walks into the room; coventry, the punk girl group equivalent of that pinterest quote 'we are the granddaughters of the witches you could not burn'; and let's do this, who... no, that's it. who? anyway, it's not like any of that really matters, because i've yet to mention the smosh reunion, aka the wet dream of every millenial who asks for a veteran's discount after surviving warped tour. a clear favorite to win, smosh is coming in with an army of fans and a near-decade of experience on these guys. good luck to what little competition they have. in addition, i am thrilled to report that we now know the final lineup of judges. diehard battle of the bands fans - all two of you - will be thrilled to know that rhett mclaughlin and link neal of mythical will be back to judge yet another thrilling year of mediocrity. after winning ten years ago, those guys just won't let go of their glory days. (or maybe it's the other way around. blink twice if you need help, guys.) on the bright side, though, they've also introduced surprise judge jackie uweh. known for being one of the greatest performers of our generation, it will be uweh's first time judging a musical competition. i don't know what she's doing here and i highly suggest that she runs. and runs fast. the three will be the wonderful, charming, and dutifully impartial judges to this year's competition, and definitely will not be just handing it to smosh as a reward for their long-awaited reunion. (because ian hecox definitely wasn't signed onto the mythical label as a solo artist. it's not unfair at all.) finally, the emcee and host of the event will be newcomer to the rap scene, trevor. if that name doesn't ring any bells for you - don't worry, it doesn't for the rest of us, either. the 24-year-old rapper was apparently responsible for mixing the beats on mythical's latest and edgiest album, which, due to the power of nepotism, made him a natural choice for this year's emcee. known for his "meme rap" (i am being so serious right now), trevor auditioned for the battle of the bands but, fortunately, did not qualify. thus, he will not be competing nor, allegedly, performing. though i have my doubts. i reserve the right to run screaming for the hills the moment they hand him a mic. the soundcloud musician (that's right - don't bother looking him up on spotify, you won't get anywhere) will be hosting the battle of the bands and the series of live shows leading up to it. what does all this mean? well, it looks like this year is no different from the last, and predictable set-ups have means to predictable ends. nevertheless, i, your faithful and humble local reporter, will be making the trip to la with an all-access backstage pass in hand and reporting on the entire thing from start to finish. no rehearsal, live show, or, most importantly, complete disaster of a finale will escape my sight. rest assured that you have at least one decent and reliable eye witness to the whole fiasco. tomorrow marks my trip down to la - i'll be reporting live from the road. until then, i bid you adieu. may the best smosh - i mean, band - win.

[rems-writing]

Alternative Remedies

Includes: gn!witch!reader, idol!fwb!San, cursing, yelling, a teeny bit of violence, mentions of stress, angst with a fluffy ending? cockwarming, size kink, homeboy is playing with your ass a lot lol

@newworldnet

Thank you to @bunnliix for giving me the drabble title

Done.

That's what you were.

Just utterly fucking done.

You were just supposed to relax and help Mr. Gold and Belle take care of baby Gideon but nope! You had to go on a small quest with Snow White and David Charming. Emma and Hook were taking care of baby Neal and you couldn't use Henry as an excuse to opt out of this quest since the young boy was with Zelena. She wanted to bond with him a bit more and Regina volunteered to take care of baby Robin. So now here you were.

Sitting in the back of a cop car

With the Seven Dwarves

And they were yapping about such damn nonsense. You forgot your earbuds at home so you couldn't ignore their endless bickering about whatever the fuck they were on about. When it was time to catch the bad guy, you teleported out of the car and in between Emma's parents.

The quest was easy. You took out the bad guys with ease. So why were you so fed up? Simple.

Dopey swung his pickaxe and tried to hit the bad guy but they dodged at the last second and the tip of the axe slashed your arm. What was worse was that it was laced with magic.

Light magic.

And you dealt with dark magic for the main part.

When you screamed, or screeched in pain, random bursts of spells were expelled from your palms and everyone was blown backwards.

Which leads us to now.

You were yelling at Dopey for being stupid and not paying attention to where the axe was thrown and Grumpy stood up for him. Poorly may I add.

Snow and David swore they say smoke come out of your ears as you cussed out Grumpy. The angry dwarf remained stoic but the couple could tell he was afraid for his life.

"SCREW THIS! SCREW ALL OF YOU! FUCK THIS SHIT! I'M DONE!"

You threw Dopey's pickaxe to the side and teleported out of the forest in a puff of smoke. You were now in your apartment, sighing to yourself as you laid on the bed. Then, a notification appeared on your phone and you were about to tell whoever texted you to fuck off when a look of pleasant surprise appeared on your face.

You didn't think twice about responding back. Choi San was definitely someone that could help you with your stress. It's even better since he knows you're a witch so you didn't feel the need to cover up your words if you were going to rant to him plus you can poof in front of him anytime you'd like

San: Hey, baby

San: I'm in town

San: Well, technically I'm in New York lol anyways

San: My group finished the first concert for our American tour and I told them that I was gonna stay behind since they wanted to go out. Told them I wasn't feeling too well.

San: Wanna come over? We don't have to fuck. I just want you close to me.

And that's how you ended up in his room, straddling him and kissing him fiercely. He matched your ferocity and grabbed your ass a lot. He squeezed your hips and played with both of your cheeks for a bit before pulling away.

You: Sure. I'll be there in a bit. Lemme get ready.

San: I'm in the same hotel as last time. I'll be waiting, kitten.

"Bad day today?"

"Oh you don't know the half of it, Sannie."

As you ranted about your day, he mindlessly played with the hem of your jacket and listened to your words tentatively. He cradled your face and kissed your forehead softly.

"I know you put a spell on this jacket so your memory doesn't get fucked up since you're outside of Storybrooke. But may I remove it for now? I want to feel you." He asked gently. "I thought you didn't want to have sex." You were confused. "I don't but still. I need you with me. Do you catch my drift?" He clarified and it dawned on you. "Yeah you can remove it for now. I need you as well." He smiled at your confirmation before slowly shrugging off your jacket and setting it on the nightstand. You took off your leggings and San brought you into a deep kiss before licking his fingers and plunging them into your hole. While he was doing that, you took off your shirt and so did he.

You forgot how wide he was and you almost came on the spot.

As you were admiring his strong build, he sunk you down onto his equally thick cock and you moaned loudly. He chuckled smoothly and leaned in to nip, kiss, and lick at your neck. He missed marking you up. You tried your best not to squirm around since you were just cockwarming him, but with the way he was smacking and grabbing your ass, you couldn't help but wiggle in his strong hold. He pressed you against his semi naked form and just held you. He may have been shirtless, but his sweats and boxers were just pulled down to the middle of his thighs.

You mindlessly ran your hands over his broad shoulders and gawked at his firm chest, tiny waist, sculpted abs, pretty collarbone, muscular arms, and his face.

Oh his face was to die for.

Sharp jawline, sharper eyes, a pretty nose, pretty lips, high cheekbones, and

Was that an eyebrow slit?

"Nice brow slit." You commented randomly and he smiled. You found it endearing when his smile made his eyes crinkle and almost close up. "Thank you. I wanted to try something new." He explained. "Well you look nice."

For the rest of the time, you were just sitting on his cock, moving every now and then to keep him firm so he doesn't go limp and slip out. You definitely needed this. You felt all your stress wash away and you sighed in content as you looked down at the man that was holding you down onto his cock.

Choi San will be the death of you.

[dailyfigures]

processed requests ☆

an alphabetical list of the requests i've received and added to the queue. this saves me the time of having to answer every request one by one, and allows you to see what has already been requested!

has been posted ;

☆ arknights ; lappland

☆ banana fish

☆ b project

☆ brand new animal

☆ my hero academia ; fatgum

☆ my little pony bishoujo line

☆ nakano miku fallen angel figure

☆ nichijou ; minakami mai

☆ precure

☆ princess tutu

☆ project sekai

☆ stone ocean ; jolyne

☆ tekken

☆ toilet bound hanako kun

☆ tokyo mew mew

is in the queue ;

☆ .hack

☆ 22/7

☆ 86 -eightysix-

☆ a3!

☆ akira

☆ amnesia

☆ a place further than the universe

☆ arknights ; muelsyse

☆ astra lost in space

☆ atelier series

☆ attack on titan ; levi

☆ azumanga daioh

☆ bandori

☆ belle

☆ black butler

☆ black rock shooter

☆ bloodborne

☆ blue exorcist

☆ blue reflection

☆ call of the night

☆ canaan

☆ card captor sakura

☆ case closed

☆ castlevania

☆ chainsaw man ; denji

☆ di gi charat

☆ dorohedoro

☆ dragon ball ; launch

☆ dragon quest

☆ dragon themed figures

☆ durarara!!

☆ enstars

☆ eureka 7

☆ evangelion ; asuka

☆ fairy tail

☆ final fantasy

☆ fire emblem

☆ frieren: beyond journey's end

☆ genshin impact

☆ girls last tour

☆ guilty crown

☆ heaven burns red

☆ hello kitty to issho!

☆ helltaker

☆ high card

☆ hololive

☆ how heavy are the dumbbells you lift?

☆ humanity has declined

☆ hypnosis mic

☆ idol figures

☆ idolish7

☆ the idolm@ster

☆ ike musume

☆ in/spectre

☆ inuyasha

☆ is the order a rabbit?

☆ izetta the last witch

☆ kageki shoujo

☆ katamari damacy

☆ kill la kill

☆ kingdom hearts

☆ kirby

☆ k-on!

☆ konosuba

☆ kyoto animation

☆ last exile

☆ league of legends

☆ legend of heroes

☆ love live

☆ lucky star

☆ lupin iii

☆ lycoris recoil

☆ madoka magica

☆ megaman x

☆ mo dao zu shi

☆ my hero academia ; deku & fatgum

☆ nier automata

☆ no.6

☆ original characters

☆ oshi no ko

☆ ouran high school host club

☆ pokemon

☆ psycho pass

☆ slayers

☆ sonic the hedgehog

☆ squid girl

☆ tokyo ghoul

☆ sss gridman

☆ summer wars

☆ terror in resonance

☆ the world god only knows

☆ touhou project

☆ ultraman

☆ undertale

☆ vocaloid

☆ yuezheng ling

has no figures to post (keeping my eye out for future releases) ;

☆ bludgeoning angel dokuro chan

☆ d4dj

☆ ergo proxy

☆ kaiba (2008)

☆ kaiji

☆ shy

☆ the arcana

☆ the disastrous life of saiki k

☆ vocaloid ; fukase

☆ yona of the dawn

☆ ys viii

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Christmas As A Roamer - The Seventh Christmas

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters,

You couldn’t hold in your snort of laughter as you entered the hotel room. No scratch that, hotel suite. An actual suite! A suite that was quiet possibly bigger than your whole house growing up. 

“Everything ok Miss?” the bell hop asked.

“Oh yes, thank you, just kind of feels like I’ve fallen face first into Home Alone 2.”

He smiled at you and tried to hide his laughter. 

“Well, it’s not that room but it’s pretty similar. Mr Thrombey says to remind you to run up the room service, something about Hugh paying.”

You failed to answer as your attention was pulled by the huge Christmas tree in the corner.

Christmas trees were a standard feature over the festive period but they held a special significance for witches. The thick fir tree stood tall and broad in the corner, well decorated and instead of an angel or fairy on its top there was a witch on a broom that suspiciously resembled you. 

“That’s a gift from Mr Thormbey, the box is in the cloakroom for you to take it with you.” the bell hop gestured towards what you guessed was the cloakroom and you nodded in response. 

“Can I get you anything else Miss? A tour of the room?” 

As sweet and polite as the beta bell hop was you really didn’t want his scent all over the place. Your new higher end, better quality suppressants had frazzled your senses and put you on high alert as your body got used to them. 

“I’m good, thank you.” you tipped him well and you locked the door tightly behind him as he left. You pulled a vine from a jar in your bag and placed it over the lock and handle. It grew and secured the door further. Thank you Cordelia.

You wandered around the suite, taking in its, well  you weren’t sure, what to call it, over the topness? That wasn’t a word. Opulence then? It was definitely fancy.

When you found the bathtub that you could probably go swimming in, you decided to drop a certain elderly alpha a text.

Thank you Harlan, quick question as I’m not bijouy like you, is this a pool or a bathtub?

Harlan loved your sarcasm and it had been a personal highlight of his over the last few months to see you go toe to toe with his various family members, especially his grandson. That along with when you thrown said grandson straight across the garden into a tree and then onwards into the fountain, which you’d blessed to help rid him of the spell that had been placed on him. The tree wasn’t necessary but he’d grabbed your ass too many times. 

Working with the Thrombeys had been quite the experience. You’d managed to get a few hours in the local witchcraft store as the pack and coven running it had experienced a surge in pups post-war, which was to be expected but with everyone out of sync, the usual staggering of births was out the window. You’d entered looking for a few supplies and left with a job. 

A few weeks in Harlan had arrived with his nurse asking for a witch for their annual Halloween festivities. The coven had given a firm no saying they were too busy with the store and pups, and couldn’t spare the time this year. You were surprised and a little confused. Their store was doing well, why did they usually work for this random rich man, especially as a token witch at Halloween. Witches usually avoid things like that and the stigma that came with it. Many witches saw it comparable to the few witches that were kept alive and kept as ‘guests’ by rich families after Salem. News flash, they weren’t guests and were used for protection and often subjected to repeated alpha commands to stop them leaving. 

You’d continued to pretend you were minding your own business, whilst eves-dropping. Your name pulled your attention away from the shelf you’d been at for the same ten minutes.

“Y/N” your name again.

“Yes, Luna Zelda.”

“Harlan here is looking for a witch to stay with them over the Halloween weekend. We usually oblige but you know yourself how busy we are.”

Harlan had stood from his wheelchair and offered you his hand.

“I don’t see how this has anything to do with me.” you’d replied, smiling as Hilda had sniggered in the corner, her three month old on her hip.

“Well it has everything to do with you, Miss?” Harlan replied, offering his hand again.

“Miss Non Of Your Business.” you replied, turning and walking away into the back of the store.

By the next day it had very much been your business. Zelda had done her best to convince you, spending the whole afternoon explain why one of them would be their token witch each year. The busyness of the store wasn’t constant and they had months in the low season where they wouldn’t break even. Yet they clearly weren’t struggling. 

“Harlan pays well.” 

Then Zelda had told you the amount and you’d been a bit sick in your mouth. This was quickly followed with you offering to look after the pups so they could still do the job but with so many little ones around they understandably didn’t want to be parted from the pack, especially not as witches at Halloween.

Then Fiona had called. She did this on occasion, as much as you tried to brush her off but with one of the girls from Christmas Eve being a  clairvoyant it would sometimes spark her worry. She was also incredibly nosy.

Of course, she knew Harlan. It made sense they were a similar age, both from money, he could be trusted she told you and “goddess knows child you need the money”.

It had given you food for thought and then you’d been awoken by a scuffle outside the bar across the street. Zelda and Hilda had let you stay in the small studio above the shop as part of your working with them but the bar across the street was often a curse to your white wolf ears.

“Hands off my omega!” was followed by more arguing, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, glass being broken and a scream of no. A growl ripped deep in your chest and you were out the window, barefooted and standing on your broom with your jeans thrown on over your pyjamas. The scream wasn’t an average scream, if any could be called that. It was an omega and she was terrified. 

You were quick across the street and at the side of the omega who was now bent across her alpha shaking him, what seemed to be their pack trying to help. The alpha that had done the damage was now being held back. 

“You’ve done it now Ransom, no amount of Thrombey money can fix this.” 

You scowled and flicked your broom to stand in front of him, without casting an eye away from the alpha on the floor.

“Keep him as you in stance”

The blonde being held back went stiff, arms by his side and stood ridged in mirror to your broom. Those holding him shuffled back, as whispers asked who you were.

“May I help?” you asked the omega, she looked up at you, to her alpha on the floor, then across to who you guessed was the alpha of the pack.

He nodded and answered a quiet “please”.

You could hear the voice of the pack beta on the phone requesting the ambulance be quick.

You sniffed and scanned his body using both your white wolf instincts and your powers of a witch. 

“Tell them he has a broken jaw, his eye socket is shattered and he has swelling to his brain. There’s a bleed to his brain too.”

There was a mix of whimpers and growls in response.

“I can help but it’ll be temporary. Should give you long enough to get him to the hospital and for them to get him in surgery.”

You looked up at the alpha of the pack. 

“You have my permission.”

You used your powers to reduce the bleeding and swelling, you summoned your bag from the open window of the studio and dabbed a mix of peppermint and wintergreen oils around his face. You turned to his omega and placed his hand in hers, telling her to keep talking to him. It was then you noticed the marks on her arms.

“Did he do this?” You asked nudging your head in the direction of the alpha you now knew as Ransom, still held in place by your broom. She nodded and turned away from you.

You rose from your knees and nodded to the pack alpha, who followed you towards Ransom. You sighed as you heard his wallet being pulled from his jeans.

“You don’t owe me anything but I will take him.”

There was a darkness to your eyes as you turned towards the pack alpha for permission. You didn’t really care if he gave it you or not, one way or another you were teaching this arsehole a lesson. The alpha nodded.

“Do what you want with him, just make sure he never comes near my pack again.”

You moved quickly grabbing Ransom by the throat and dropping the broom to stand on it and fly away. There was a gasp from the crowd as you did and you realised you literally didn’t give a shit about what they thought.

You’d spent the night teaching the spoiled trust fund brat a lesson. Tossing him through the air, a dip in the river, followed by you leaving him up a tree. Towards the end you thought you should maybe feel sorry for him, but you didn’t. You knew as soon as you saw him outside the bar he’d been hit with a spell and you guessed he’d been battling with it for least six months but Ransom was still an asshole. A good looking asshole but an asshole non the less. The spell had just emphasised his already there traits. 

You landed on the Thrombey's driveway as the sun rose and were quickly greeted by the banging of the large front doors being swung open and a shotgun being pointed in your face. 

“You must be daddy dearest” you’d quipped as you used magic to pull the gun from his hands and tossed it into the windscreen of the vintage looking BMW parked to the side of the house. 

“I wouldn’t bother fighting her or pointing any guns either” came Harlan’s voice, “she’s a six and could have us all on our asses before we’ve had chance to say thank you.”

“What the hell are we saying thank you for?” a female voice snapped.

“Well she didn’t kill him did she?” Harlan replied. 

“There’s still time.” you quipped back “and if he ever puts his hand on another omega, I’ll rip his dick off turn it into a toad and ram it down his throat.”

Harlan chuckled as you sauntered in one of your hands around Ransom’s throat as you pulled him alongside you, your broom in the other and you bag across your body.

You tossed him onto the rug in the fancy hall way.

“He’s bewitched isn’t he?” Harlan asked.

“Why didn’t you ask Zelda or Hilda for help?”

“I wasn’t sure, my grandson is many things, including an asshole, but his behaviour has been more out of control.”

“He’s always been a piece of shit.” Came a voice, you weren’t sure who’s.

“Can you help him?” Came another voice.

“I can.”

“How much witch?” came the voice of Ransom’s father, followed by money being thrown at you.

You huffed and shook your head, turning and leaving. You heard Harlan call someone an idiot as you flew away on your broom.

You were back three days later after Ransom had got handsy with you in the supermarket of all places. You’d left your groceries, grabbed him by his underwear and flown him back via his wedgey and your broom. You tossed him around the garden, blessed the fountain and chucked him in.

Harlan and his nurse had watched from the library window, highly amused, especially as you pulled him out, tapped his face lightly and whispered whatever it was that made the colour drain from his face. 

A week later, albeit still a bit of a dickhead, Ransom had very publicly apologised, paid for any medical bills and damages he’d caused. Much to the town’s amusement he’d also taken to following you around like a lost pup, lots of “I’m sorry” and with random expensive gifts in his hand. Your response was to spin him around and push him in the other direction with your powers. 

“I think he might be trying to court you.” Hilda had giggled.

“Well he can court himself.”

Sure he was attractive but he knew it and he was still a bit of a dickhead. But they was something familiar about his face and the blue of his eyes. 

Harlan had come again to ask for your appearance at Halloween and the white wolf side of you decided it was time to strike a deal.

The agreement was as follows

He was to keep Ransom out your way.

He was to pay you the agreed fee.

He was to pay Zelda and Hilda the same fee.

He went to speak and you could tell from his scent and expression he wasn’t initially going to agrue. 

You explained quickly and assertively that Ransom couldn’t be getting in your way if you were to be ‘working’ of sorts. If that’s what you called parlour tricks and being a token. You were to be paid the going rate and so were Hilda and Zelda as normal. You wouldn’t have a job or roof over your head if it wasn’t for them, and they’d talked you into it (or so you’d told Harlan). You  may have also caught sight of the shop accounts and how limited the rest of the year was income wise. They had an influx of pups and being out of sync because of a war wasn’t their fault. 

“It’s that or nothing” you’d told him firmly, “but you could always go to an agency but you could end up with one of Agatha’s strays.”

You turned and walked away head held high. Harlan had called after you.

“I’ll have the contracts sent over.”

And overall, being a token witch wasn’t that bad after all. Their friends and extended were also rich assholes but you could handle it. Your bank balance was better off, you were healthier with your better quality suppressants but not sleeping in your car was a hard habit to break and it was still often the easy option when hotels didn’t take roamers. 

Ransom had slipped the keys to a new car into your hand as you’d been packing your bags in their guest wing. You told him you couldn’t accept it but he simply closed your hand around the keys, looked at you you with sad eyes and walked away.

You’d attempted that evening to give them to Harlan but he’d explained that material things were their way of apology. He’d followed it by pushing an envelope towards you, after you’d pointed out he’d paid you already and he had nothing to apologise for. He’d told you it was an early Christmas gift. Somewhere to go at Christmas.

He’d never admit it but he’d shed a tear when you’d told him about your childhood. He’d pulled a picture from his office drawer, hidden between paperwork and looked at it fondly. 

“You were right Fi, she’s special. Nearly as special as you.”

The gift in the envelope was a ten days stay in a fancy as hell hotel. You weren’t going home for Christmas and you were completely fine with that.

Meanwhile in Brooklyn...........

It was too loud, everything was too loud. Cars, the subway, Mrs Jones at 32b, the list was endless.

Steve watched as Bucky stirred in the armchair again, his features screwing to a grimace and his surviving arm starting to twitch. Another nightmare. He looked down at the letter in his hand for what was probably the hundredth time.

“With no other surviving family members, you are the the sole and only beneficiary of the estate. Your uncle, Grant Rogers, thus leaves you his properties listed below. The primary being the Brookville farm.”

His attention was pulled to Bucky as he whimpered again in his sleep and he made his way towards him.

He didn’t noticed his phone light up with a message.

Natasha - You know………Clint grew up on a farm

[rozeliyawashereyall]

Liya rant let's fucking go

Again! Little reminder Liya is a separate character from me, Roze! I've just been using her a pfp because I didn't have one for ME y'know?— also, there's lot of Greek mythology references but I don't care let me make my OCs in peace goddamit

Basics first—

Her full name is Liya "Minthe" Noor! Hehe

Birthday is on the 29th of October

She/They pronouns

A genderfluid lad :3

She isn't human per se... but a nymph! An underworld water one ^_^ (a Naiad basically–)

Ethnicity is greek-egyptian! Can speak Arabic, English, and Demotic Greek :3 (and just a lil bit of Armenian)

Just a silly gal looking for a home after being cast out by her father

Mbti is INFP-T

Now, Liya Noor.. I have so much lore on them i might need to make a separate post!

Let's get straight to the point~

Minthe can exist anywhere she wants. Whether it be in a different universe, an audio RP (hehe), or in a game. With just a ring of her bell, she'll be teleported there to lurk from the shadows.

The underworld is surrounded by a series of rivers: The Acheron, river of woe. The Cocytus, river of lamentation. The Phlegethon, river of fire. The Styx, river of unbreakable oath. and The Lethe, river of forgetfulness. <- Liya was created by Cocytus, along with her sisters.

Year is 1683

After being assigned to go collect a human soul for the first time, she accidentally fell in love with the mortal land, getting distracted by it. So instead of collecting the soul of the dead human so they could properly pass, they instead started touring around, watching the markets, stage shows, etc. completely forgetting about her mission.

Unfortunately for Minthe, her forgetting to collect the soul caused a..slight troublesome event for the mortals. Since the soul wasn't harvested, the body was still alive despite the heart no longer beating, causing quite a freakout in the city, which led to a lot of crazy theorists rioting and semi still sane people leaving the land.

After her father found out about Minthe's terrible mistake, he cast her out of their home, with a quest on her hands.

"prove you're still worthy to call yourself a child of mine, and you shall return. Fail, and you'll be drowned in the river of Lethe, forever to forget."

The problem was...he never told her what her quest was. He basically just told her to "fuck around, find out, and pray I agree."

A year later. Minthe was travelling along the mortal land in the late 16th century of Scotland, searching for a clue to what her quest was, when she met a woman in her early 20s, her name was Liya.

They befriended each other quite fast! Uh, before Liya was hanged and then burned at the stake for the accusation of being a witch. Yeah, that messed up Minthe up quite a bit.

After that sad event, she named herself Liya, as a little momentum to her friend, and an almost rebellious act towards her father.

Year is 1832

After almost 200 years of pointless searching, Liya finally relented and went back down to the underworld to ask what her quest even was

On her way to the underworld. Liya meets a kitten! A cute, slightly injured one. She takes the feline under her wing, planning to soak the cat in the river of Styx so it'll live an immortal life with her! Just like how Thetis did to her son, Achilles.

Now, walking from the mortal realm to the underworld is a long, long way, taking almost 5 years by just walking. So instead Liya decides to find a shrine of Hermes, to ask him to guide her into the realm of the undead. But after searching and searching, she found all the shrines...but the ones dedicated to Hermes.

In a fit of frustration, she destroyed a shrine dedicated to the goddess of Spring, angering her badly.

In punishment, she cursed them. Killing her feline companion, and making a mint plant grow inside of her stomach. Forcing Liya to endure a century of suffocation from the plant, but never dying of it.

Ah- that's all for now, I'll probably make a part 2 of this one day.

But for now you get this!!

[thrashkink-coven]

2024 Altar Tour 3/4

Hi all,

Welcome to part three of my altar tour. In this post I’ll be going over my main work space where I do most of my practical magick, herb burning, etc. My altar is constantly growing and changing, so this is just a little snapshot of what it may look like at any given moment. I said in a previous post that I tried to take natural “unstaged” photos to show a true depiction of my workspace on a regular basis. My altar feels most like home when it is healthily cluttered. Everything you see in these images are thrifted.

So this is what my workspace looked like last night. You can see the devotional art I did for Father Lucifer (he loved it!! 😊) as well as my play collar sitting on a bed of rose petals surrounded by some crystal palm stones and skulls. The wine bottle is full of the moon water I use to fill the crystal bowl on my worshipping space.

Different tools get used for different workings. The sigil on written on the chalk board is to Mother Astaroth.

I keep many of my herbs in this closet here. This is also where I keep my chalk that I use to draw sigils and cast circles.

Typically, I keep another little shrine for Lucifer and Faviel here as well. Right now it’s a little scattered because I was doing work with him so our lovely friend Leviathan is occupying the space right now.

There you can also see a card from the Goetia Tarot for Goddess Lilith with some Kabbalah Jasper and sage.

On my crystal triangle I have a variety of crystals and spell ingredients as well as a devotional bronze lizard for Lucifer. The jar of grubs is for our friend Faviel (he really loves his grubs) The skull bottles also usually contain sun water.

And inside this gold box we have our witch bells which I intend to bless with Lord Paimon, but I haven’t gotten around to it yet. There is also a tetragrammaton that I don’t use often and a charm from the show Supernatural that I found in a thrift store.

I think the next post will be the final part of our tour!

🔱

[jelzorz]

high cleric of katolis: an opeli mix

(ft my head canons abt her backstory and some sneaky future sorpeli)

Some mistakes get made, that's alright, that's okay, in the end, it's better for me | They spun her around on the damp old stones, spun away all her sorrow and pain | Never got to be wild like the horses, naive like a child | Baba yetu, yetu uliye, Mbinguni yetu, yetu amina! | With censor, candle, book and sword and ringing of the altar bell | I rarely go down there, the view's just so beautiful from here and I can see everybody at their worst points | Spinning that stone uphill again like atonement for a bygone sin | Burnt me at the stake, you thought I was a witch centuries ago, now you just call me a bitch | Take your gun and run away, hide, she gave you another day! | You knew this day would come, you aren't the only one | Nothing ever lasts forever, everybody wants to rule the world | The dog days are over, the horses are coming so you better run | We could use a little female common sense down on Pennsylvania Avenue | Working nine to five, what a way to make a living | She is fast and thorough and sharp as a tack, she is touring the facility and picking up slack | Someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk | Sweet Ophelia, when young blood escapes vows that break go up, up away | What would they do if they found us out? | I ain't got no time [...] I still got shit to run, I could make it for you | All this heaven never could describe such a feeling | Hestia, thanks for everything

[faememes]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

Change pronouns/titles as needed!

"When hinges creak in doorless chambers, and strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls. Whenever candlelights flicker where the air is deathly still — that is the time when ghosts are present, practicing their terror with ghoulish delight!"

"Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Mansion. I am your host, your ghost host. Kindly step all the way in, please, and make room for everyone. There’s no turning back now. Our tour begins here in this gallery, where you see paintings of some of our guests as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state."

"Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis."

"Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination — hmm?"

"And consider this dismaying observation: this chamber has no windows and no doors… which offers you this chilling challenge: to find a way out!"

"Of course, there’s always my way."

"Oh, I didn’t mean to frighten you prematurely. The real chills come later. Now, as they say, 'look alive,' and we’ll continue our little tour. And let’s all stay together, please."

"There are several prominent ghosts who have retired here from creepy old crypts all over the world. Actually, we have 999 happy haunts here — but there’s room for 1,000. Any volunteers?"

"If you insist on lagging behind, you may not need to volunteer."

"And now, a carriage approaches to take you into the boundless realm of the supernatural. Take your loved ones by the hand, please, and kindly watch your step. Oh yes, and no flash pictures, please. We spirits are frightfully sensitive to bright lights."

"Do not pull down on the safety bar, please. I will lower it for you. And heed this warning: the spirits will materialize only if you remain safely seated with your hands, arms, feet, and legs inside. And watch your children, please."

"We find it delightfully unlivable here in this ghostly retreat. Every room has wall-to-wall creeps and hot and cold running chills. Shhh, listen!"

"Let me out, let me out of here!"

"Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat, call in the spirits, wherever they’re at!"

"Rap on a table — it’s time to respond. Send us a message from somewhere beyond…"

"Goblins and ghoulies from last Halloween, awaken the spirits with your tambourine!"

"Creepies and crawlies, toads in a pond, let there be music from regions beyond!"

"Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell, give us a hint by ringing a bell!"

"The happy haunts have received your sympathetic vibrations and are beginning to materialize."

"They’re assembling for a swinging wake, and they’ll be expecting me… I’ll see you all a little later."

"In sickness and in… wealth."

"You may now kiss the bride." 

"We’ll live happily ever after."

"Till death do us part." 

"Here comes the bride." 

"As long as we both shall live." 

"For better or for… worse." 

"I do. I did."

"When the crypt doors creak and the tombstones quake, spooks come out for a swinging wake."

"Happy haunts materialize and begin to vocalize."

"Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize!"

"Now, don’t close your eyes and don’t try to hide, for a silly spook may sit by your side."

"Shrouded in a daft disguise, they pretend to terrorize. Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize!"

"As the moon climbs high o’er the dead oak tree, spooks arrive for the midnight spree."

"Creepy creeps with eerie eyes start to shriek and harmonize. Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize!"

"When you hear the knell of a requiem bell, weird glows gleam where spirits dwell."

"Restless bones etherealize, rise as spooks of every size!"

"Ah, there you are! And just in time… there’s a little matter I forgot to mention — beware of hitchhiking ghosts!"

"They have selected you to fill our quota, and they’ll haunt you until you return! Now I will raise the safety bar, and a ghost will follow you home!"

"If you would like to join our jamboree, there’s a simple rule that’s compulsory. Mortals pay a token fee; rest in peace, the haunting’s free."

"So hurry back, we would like your company."

"Hurry back! Hurry back! Be sure to bring your death certificate… if you decide to join us. Make final arrangements now!"

"We’ve been dying to have you…"

[erasure-picnic]

From the start, Erasure have been influenced by children’s media, and they’ve brought those influences into their art. However, in 1991-1992, this fascination would reach its peak, with the band creating several works influenced by various books, TV shows, and films they’d seen as children. Here are five such works from what I call Erasure’s “fairy era”. Click through to see them all.

1. The East German fantasy film “The Singing Ringing Tree” (1957) inspired Erasure’s “Siren Song”, and Andy Bell has also talked about its influence on his work.

2. In 2010, Bell was the guest editor of the online Magnet Magazine, where he shared some of his life experiences and influences. One of his features was on the children’s TV programmes that had come from the UK in the ‘60s and ‘70s. Bell mentioned the show Clangers, about “a family that live on the moon”, and suggested that Vince Clarke was inspired by the sound effects on that show. The B-side to “Am I Right” (1992) was titled “Carry on Clangers”.

3. The video for “Breath of Life” (1992) was inspired by the Alice in Wonderland book series, and featured several nods to the story, including “an Alice character ushering Andy through the Looking Glass, the hookah-smoking caterpillar, singing oysters, and dubious-looking mushrooms, with lush painted sets and backdrops evoking the most beloved scenes of Lewis Carroll’s trippy tales” (Mat Smith, Chorus reissue).

4. According to Mat Smith, who interviewed Erasure for the Chorus reissue, the story of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe inspired the lyrics for the song “Home”.

5. The film The Wizard of Oz inspired both the song “Over the Rainbow” (the B-side to the single “Chorus”), and the band’s Phantasmagorical Tour (1992), which featured several references to the film. Before “Blue Savannah”, Bell gives a bawdy retelling of one of the film’s pivotal scenes. He also sings the film’s iconic song “Over the Rainbow” in ruby slippers.

[darkleysgarden]

Not Interested

Written November 21st

Warnings: Rape, nightmares, panic attacks, ptsd

Pairings: Mammon and Maddi, Mammon and Lucifer, Mammon and Satan

Type: Angst | Hurt/Comfort

Words: 3250

Summary: Mammon tries to say no, but Maddi only hears yes.

At least his brothers are there for him in the aftermath.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Mammon was aware of Maddi's presence in the Devildom.

He wasn't sure why she was there, or why she was allowed to access RAD, he'd never paid attention to that kind of thing. It didn't concern him, so he didn't need to know. Simple as that.

It didn't even cross his mind until he finished stuffing a folder into his overflowing locker, slamming it shut with a loud bang. He spinned around, ready to speed walk to his next class. But, when he spun, the face of a certain redheaded girl caught his attention.

Maddi leaned in, her breath hot against his face. In a seductive tone, she spoke, "Why hello, Mammon."

He took a step back, which ultimately did very little as she moved closer to him again, "U-uh, hey!"

"You're nervous," She smiled devilishly, brushing her finger against his cheek, "I like that."

He leaned away from her touch, trying not to flinch, "Is there somethin' ya need? 'Cause I ain't got anythin' for ya."

If he was smarter, he'd have noticed the lust in her eyes, "Aw, your accent is so cute! Although, I'm gonna cut to the chase. I'm a mere human witch, I know nothing of the Devildom. And Lucifer was quick to say that you'd be reliable if I ever needed any help. So, I'd like help."

Once again, she was way too close, "'Kay? I don't know whatcha want me ta do? Take ya on a tour? My schedule ain't empty."

He heard the warning bell ring. He still needed to get to class! But, as he turned away, Maddi grabbed his arm, pulling him closer to her, their noses just about to touch, "I havta-"

"Shhh," She moved her finger to his lips, "I'd like to get this arranged first, Mams."

That was weird. He wouldn't even consider her to be an acquaintance, yet she's using his nickname? One that his siblings rarely even used?

"Lucifer will have my hea-" She tightened her grip. Her nails would be piercing his skin if not for the thickness of his uniform jacket.

Their noses were now touching, as were their foreheads. He felt unbelievably uncomfortable, yet didn't know what to do. The bell had also rung, Lucifer will be so upset!

Maddi's poisonous voice sounded, "I don't know the first thing about this place. How about you come over to my place after school...."

Her voice trailed off, fingers crawling up his arm, making him shiver in fear and disgust, "You could, I don't know. Answer a few of my burning questions..."

He tried to force himself out of her grip, "No, thanks, I think I'll just head to class now!"

"Ah-uh," She looked him deep in the eyes, "You will come over to my place, directly after school."

Something akin to Asmodeus' charm washed over him. He didn't even notice it. It made him comply, made him think that this was just gonna be an innocent meeting.

She let go of him, slowly walking off.

Mammon turned around, heading to his class. The teacher was upset, but let it go. It wasn't the first time he was late to a class, and it wouldn't be the last.

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"If you've finished the paper you can hand it to me on the way out, if not, just turn it in tomorrow," His teacher spoke kindly, collecting papers from his classmates.

Mammon handed her his paper, smiling at her, "Thank you, Mammon! See you tomorrow!"

She was probably his favorite teacher. She was always understanding. And best of all, he wasn't failing or close to failing this class.

He'd always had a way with mathematics! Gambling and handling money a ton will do that to you.

He marched out of class, stopping once he reached his locker. He had to use two hands, holding stuff in while pulling his backpack out. Luckily, he got it without dropping anything. He then pulled anything else he may need out of the locker as well, Shoving the items into the backpack.

As he started to walk away, his D.D.D buzzed. He stopped, pulling it out of his pocket.

Maddi: Can't wait to see you! ;)

Oh, yeah. He told Maddi he'd come over. We'll, that could be fun in itself. So, that's alright.

He opened the House Of Lamentation group chat, typing a quick message.

Mammon: Maddi invited me over! See ya later!

He didn't bother looking at the replies. Maddi sent her location, he went.

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Maddi's room was very average, nothing too eye-catching. However, what he did notice was Maddi splayed across her bed. She was wearing pajamas, clearly. She had on small, thin, white shorts that barely covered anything. Then a black silk tanktop with spaghetti straps. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra either. Which, normally he wouldn't mind, but it was odd as she usually did wear one.

He looked around awkwardly, "Uh....I thought you wanted to learn more about the Devildom?"

"I do, I do," She said, almost panting, "But first, I'd like to learn about you."

Maddi stood up, walking over to him, wrapping herself around him. When she was fully straddling him, she moved to kiss him.

Mammon quickly flinched back, "Woah! Hey! I said nothing about sex!"

"Oh," She purred, lips brushing against his own, "Didn't you?"

Maddi murmured something under his breath. He couldn't make it out.

The side effects of the spell hit him. He was frozen.

Her lips moved against his own, but he did not move back. She smacked him, causing him to gasp. And as he did, she took to opportunity to slide her tongue into his mouth.

He tried to get her to stop, but his arms and legs were frozen. His lips were captured, so all that came out were pathetic 'Mmmm!'s.

Mammon tried to speak, his words didn't even resemble 'Stop'.

She grabbed his arm, guiding him to the bed. Apparently, his limbs could move, but only to her command.

She pushes him onto the bed, sitting on his lap.

He whimpered sadly as he noticed his hard. Why did bodies work like this? He didn't want to be hard! He didn't want her on him!

She started moving her hips against his. He couldn't stop the moans, neither could he stop the tears. He wanted to move his hand to cover his mouth, hide the moans of pleasure. Because he wasn't feeling pleasure, his dumb body was!

His shirt was thrown off, he couldn't do anything to stop it.

Maddi dragged her finger down his chest until she reached the start of his jeans, "No! Stop!"

Mammon was sobbing helplessly, there was nothing he could do!

Harsh fingers undid hid button and zipper, "Get off! Please! Stop!"

She moved off of him, only to pull his pants completely off, throwing them off to another corner of her room, "You look so desperate right now!"

Maddi squeezed his hard, making him whimper, "You like that?"

"No!" He yelled, "Get off of me!"

She pulled off his boxers. That was it. He was completely naked now. He was completely vulnerable to her. There was nothing he could do.

With haste she pulled off her top and bottoms. There wasn't even underwear.

She shoved multiple fingers inside herself, quick to prep. As she was about to lower herself onto him, she had a better idea.

Quickly Maddi jumped off the bed, digging through her closet to find an item.

His face drained of all color when he saw the item. A double sided strap on.

This was worse. This was so much worse.

She shoved one side into herself, moaning and gripping the closet door.

Then, she returned to her spot above him, "No, no, no, no, no! Don't! Anything but that! Stop it!"

He tried to yell at her, only for her fingers to get shoved into his mouth. He tried to spit them out, to bite them, but she only got off on that. So he just let them sit there. There was no other option.

"Ready?" She said slyly.

No! He was not ready! She didn't even do the slightest bit of prep, she wasn't using lube, and worst of all, he didn't consent to this!

She harshly shoved it inside of him. He yelled, sobbed, screamed. Nobody heard his desperate pleas. They hardly even made their way, as she kept her fingers in his mouth.

She moaned as she moved. He screamed, his throat hurt, his body was stiff. The strap on grated horribly against his insides. He could tell that he was bleeding. It hurt! It hurt really bad!

"Stop.....please...." His cries died down. He was dissociating, trying to escape the moment.

Mammon couldn't hide a moan when she hit that one specific, terrible spot. She smirked, continuing to hit him there.

He felt that horrible heat forming in the pit of his stomach. He was moaning in pleasure, pain, and desperation.

He tried his hardest to hold it in, not give her the satisfaction. But, he couldn't stop it. He came with a loud sob.

Maddi moved her hand, stroking what was now flaccid back to its hard.

He sobbed loudly. His vision was blacking out. He saw glimpes.

She stopped eventually with the strap on, riding him instead. The entire way through he screamed and sobbed. His throat was bloody. Everything hurt. Her nails scratched him harshly, she bit him. He was covered in bruises and cuts.

Everything cut in and out, his sobs making it through to his brain. Eventually, when he cut back in, she was gone.

He sat up, trying his best to hold in a sob, but failing. He gathered his clothes.

He didn't want them anymore. He'd probably rip them up, burn them. But, he didn't want her to keep them for her selfish perverted needs.

He had to wear them one last time. He sobbed as he pulled on the boxers. Same with the shirt and jeans.

Where did he leave his shoes? At the entrance? He didn't want to risk running into her.

He looked around frantically, noticing a small window. He could fit, surely.

Mammon slide it open, jumping out of it. The window wasn't high up, especially not for his demonic body. Yet, with how battered he was, it still hurt, a sob escaping him.

It was morning. She used him all night. Another sob. The cold air chilled him to the bone, the t-shirt not helping.

He took a step, whimpering at the pain. He had a heavy limp. He choked on sobs, wishing to suppress them.

The journey home was slow, but he did make it.

He stopped in front of the door, trying his best to hold down the sobs, wiping tears away. He took deep breaths. He needed to compose himself. His brother's didn't need to be burdened with this.

Once he felt acceptable enough, he opened the door. He tried to dart to his room, yet he was quickly stopped.

Satan stepped in front of his path, "Where were you all night?"

"With M-" He couldn't choke out her name, "I told you guys."

He was so close to breaking. He couldn't let Satan see him that weak. He's supposed to be his strong older brother.

"You look like you're about to cry," Satan's face was full of worry, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, now leave me alone!" He yelled too loudly. Before a tear could leave his overflowing eyes, he ran up the stairs, slamming his door shut and locked behind him. Mammon collapsed onto his bed, screaming into his pillow. Sobs overtook him.

A panicked thought came to him.

He had left his D.D.D.

He started to freak out. She had it! He didn't even have a password!

In his frantic mind, he failed to realize the easy solution at first. He used his magic, teleporting it back to him.

Mammon didn't look at anything on it, setting it on his nightstand.

The magic took everything out of his already exhausted body. Reluctantly, he feel asleep.

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She found him again! She snuck into his room. She was mad. Her plaything had left her.

She wanted more of him. She took and took, using him until he couldn't sob anymore.

Her fingers grazed against his inner thigh, "Wouldn't you like to go again?"

He darted up, screaming, "No! STOP! PLEASE!"

He choked, quickly submitting to a panic attack.

"Please, please, please, stop!" He whimpered and moaned.

He was dying, he's for sure. He couldn't breathe. Air scrapped against his lungs.

His doorknob jiggled, "Mammon! Are you okay!"

"Go...Away!" He forced through harsh breathing. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. He was their strong older brother! He was the idiot scumbag! He wasn't someone to be pityed!

There was a knock on the door, "Mammon, you aren't okay! Do i need to break this door down?"

He wasn't sure who was at the door. When they knocked again, he screamed.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" He sobbed horribly, curling into himself.

No more noises came from the other side of the door. They had left. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

This continued for a week. He'd wake up screaming, sobbing, and somebody would come. But, eventually they understood, leaving him alone.

They left meals outside his door. He tried to eat once, but he just threw it up. He didn't try again.

He didn't cry anymore. He felt numb. Nightmares plagued him. Everytime he closed his eyes he saw her.

Mammon only moaned and groaned in pain. No other sounds left him. He spent his days laying on his bed, wondering if he'd ever be clean again. He didn’t even spend any money. How unlike him.

He'd showered finally on the second day, having enough energy to do it. Though, he'd just sat on the floor, eyes wide.

The fifth day he'd gotten hard. Just normal body functions. It happens sometimes. But, it made him scream. He threw up, sobbing. That was the last time he'd cried.

It was the eighth day since. He didn't know what to do anymore. His stomach screamed for food, his head pounded, he felt numb.

Maybe he'd die like this. That would be nice.

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All of his brother's were worried, it wasn't just Satan.

But, Satan was the last one to see him before it started. Before the hiding, before the moans, before the screams and sobs.

He would never forget that day. Mammon's face was full of terror.

None of them were idiots. It was obvious what happened.

Maddi didn't understand the word 'no', and Mammon had spent that night with her. Plus, if his cries of 'get off me!' And pleas of 'Stop it! You're hurting me!' Were anything to go off of, it was clear.

It made Satan sick to his stomach. How could anyone do such a thing? Let alone a human! They were supposed to be better than demons!

And, why to Mammon? He didn't even do anything! Sure, he could be scummy, but nothing could warrant what she did. Not a single thing.

He gathered everyone in the living room. It had been eight days since it happened.

They all knew what he called them for. Sadness drenched all of their faces.

"What are we supposed to do," Satan broke the silence.

Everyone knew what he was talking about. They were all painfully aware.

"My room is next to his," Levi sounded like he was going to cry, "Even with all my soundproofing, I still hear it. I want to do something, help him. But, he won't let us."

"I'm kicking down his door," Lucifer gravely voiced. Heads turned to him in alarm. Yet, they all agreed.

The brothers slowly made their way up the stairs, scared of what is yet to be discovered.

The eldest instructed the others to stand back as he kicked. The door fell down easily, and with surprisingly little noise.

A horrific sight lay before them. Mammon was on his bed, surrounded in a puddle of his own vomit. He was gripping tightly at his stomach, shaking, whimpering. Tears ran down his face at a terrifyingly fast rate. Every few seconds he gasped sharply for air.

How could they let it get this bad?

All of them quickly ran to his side. Panic spread, nobody sure what the right move was.

Lucifer picked him up, Mammon needed out of the disgusting, wet bed.

As he did, Mammon thrashed, screaming, begging, pleading, "Please! Let go of me! I can't take it anymore!"

Lucifer's eyes clenched in guilt, he picked up his pace, rushing Mammon to his own room.

He quickly laid Mammon down. His cries quieted down, turning into soft sobs instead.

Mammon was radiating heat. Lucifer didn't want him to gain a fever as well. It would only add to the delirium. However, he couldn't remove any clothes without panicking him further in this state, or any state. So, he resulted to the only sane option, a cold rag.

Lucifer stroked Mammon's cheek gently, he flinched softly away before leaning into it. The eldest moved his hand, running it through the younger's hair. Mammon sighed in relief. He'd clearly been craving the soft, kind touches.

Once he looked up, he noticed Satan sitting at the end of his bed. The blonde had tears streaming down his face.

"Satan, you can return to your room now," He tried to keep his composure.

"I'd like to stay," That was all he said, Lucifer allowed it.

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Satan slept on the end of Lucifer's bed, Lucifer falling asleep against the headboard.

Mammon lay in the middle. He looked smaller. He looked broken and tattered. But, most of all, he looked strong.

He didn't know what he would do in Mammon's situation. Nothing legal, that's for sure.

If Maddi could do that to a sin, she had become too powerful; too much of a threat. If she was just powerful, that didn't warrant much. Realms didnt like to cause anything with one another unless warranted. This was warranted.

Mammon is very important to the Devildom; Maddi did something illegal to all Realms. She deserved death at best.

Lucifer would notify Diavolo, he was sure. Barbatos's rumored torture chamber may even be of use.

Either way, she was not getting off easily.

He was sure of that.

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Instead of waking up to his own screams, he was at peace. He looked around, Satan laying at his feet, Lucifer against his right arm. He was extremely comfortable.

Part of his body screamed to get the touch off of him. He needed this comfort.

He pulled Lucifer closer, snuggling into him.

Satan's tired voice startled him, "How are you feeling?"

He'd be lying if he said he was feeling much better. He still felt like shit. But, at least, he had someone here with him now.

He looked Satan in the eyes, "I'll be okay."

Mammon outstretched his hand, gesturing Satan closer. Satan obliged, cuddling up onto his side.

He sighed an exhausted breath.

"Thank you," He forced out.

"But, we left you alone for so long?" Satan questioned.

"You only listened to my pleas," Mammon reasoned, "I can't hate you for that."

Neither of them spoke.

Satan snuggled against him even more.

Mammon drifted off into a deep sleep. One that would not be plagued by nightmares.

[witchyfashion]

50 States 500 Scary Places to Visit: On the Hunt to Uncover America's Most Haunted Places

50 States 500 Scary Places to Visit takes readers on a spooky tour through the scariest haunts in every state.

Organized by state, discover America's famous haunted mansions, hotels, parks, cemeteries, lighthouses, and theaters.

Includes creepy locations like the House of the Seven Gables, the LaLaurie Mansion, the Winchester Mystery House, the Bell Witch Cave, and many more.

Features full-color photos of the country's scariest places.

Hardcover, 144 pages

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[doomedandstoned]

MR. BUNGLE MELVINS  ☆ SPOTLIGHTS ★ The Showbox, Seattle

  Photo Review by Chris Schanz

One might ask what would bring me out of retirement? Was I retired? What the hell have I been doing for the past three years? All things Doomed and Stoned have been in flux for me. I’ve been focusing on my day job. I’ve been focusing on my family. I’ve been focusing on my garden. All this focusing has left me nearsighted. Blurry. The COVID era left me with a shitty hangover (not long COVID – I’m just trying to forget that shit and move on!). Sure – I’ve shot shows, band portraits, weddings, funerals yadda yadda fucking yadda. I wanted a sign that the universe is ready for my gifts, once again.

Enter Mr. Bungle and The Melvins. The Geek Show Tour, sponsored by Ipecac Records celebrates both the vast accomplishments of Mike Patton (Faith No More, Fantomas, Mr. Bungle) and The Melvins – on their 40th anniversary! The perfect lure to get me off my ass and feel like I actually can contribute something to music, art and photography in general without licking the taint of Instagram and an AI-generated algorithmic overlord soon set to devour us, Titans, Gods and all.

The Showbox at the Market is the perfect set. I feel at home there, usually right by the soundboard. So many shows seen there – Sonic Youth, Nudedragons (Soundgarden), Brothers Of the Sonic Cloth, Sleep, Uncle Acid, Bell Witch, Graveyard, Chelsea Wolfe, The Black Angels – on and on, and on and on. It’s by far Seattle’s best concert hall, IMHO.

SPOTLIGHTS

I admit. I wasn’t prepared for Spotlights. A buddy of mine in Denver by way of San Francisco said they’re sweetly DOOMY. I was in. I got three songs to fall in love. Head over heels! Words escape my brain, only memories of sweet, subsonic joy flowing through my chest and brain. I followed up with Sarah Quintenero after the show at the merch booth, loading up on their vinyl. I’m blasting “Tidals” on vinyl while writing this in my cave, but “Alchemy for the Dead” is a MASTERPIECE! I’ve been binging on their Bandcamp all week now. Bold, deep bass fuzz, ethereal vocals and serrated guitar riffs. My new summer soundtrack.

They’re still on tour – and I highly advise you to see them now!

Alchemy For The Dead by Spotlights

Spotlights Setlist

"The Alchemist" (2023’s Alchemy For The Dead)

"Sunset Burial" (2023’s Alchemy For The Dead)

"Algorithmic" (2023’s Alchemy For The Dead)

"False Gods" (2023’s Alchemy For The Dead)

"Part 4" (2020’s We Are All Atomic)

MELVINS

This brings me back to the Melvins. The force that shaped my twenties in Seattle. My band Fuzzbud had a six-degrees-of-Kevin Bacon thing with a Morton, WA / Monteseno, WA, somebody’s cousin played in a band that opened for…whatevs. We tuned to DUH flat and had a good time. BUT…The Melvins were always a mainstay in any of my playlists.

King Buzzo did NOT disappoint! I was singing along from the photo pit. I was kidding beforehand that there should be some sort of SNL skit – a play by play commentary of the photo pit action. Think Howard Cosell announcing each of the photogs falling over each other for the shots. I thought it was funny, anyways. I’m a dork.

ANYWHOO. Buzzo provides! Dale’s a GOD. I got my HEALTHY fix of Houdini, culminating in a THREE BASS OVERLOAD on Night Goat with Sara Qintenero from Spotlights and Trevor Dunn from Mr. Bungle joining Steve McDonald to rumble your bunghole. What did I miss by NOT seeing the tour finale in San Francisco? A reunion of Fantomas (Mike, Buzz and Dave Lombardo)! When these guys get together, (black) magic always happens!

The Bride Screamed Murder by Melvins

Melvins Setlist

"I Can’t Shake It" (1998 split with Cosmic Psychos, Some Girls/I Can’t Shake It)

"Zodiac" (1990’s Bullhead)

"Copache" (1993’s Houdini)

"I Want to Hold Your Hand" (2018’s Pinkus Abortion Technician - Beatles Cover)

"Hammering" (2022’s Bad Mood Rising)

"Never Say You’re Sorry" (2022’s Bad Mood Rising)

"Evil New War God" (2010’s The Bride Screamed Murder)

"Let It All Be" (1999’s The Bootlicker)

"Honey Bucket" (1993’s Houdini)

"Revolve" (1994’s Stoner Witch)

"Night Goat" (1993’s Houdini - with Steve McDonald, Spotlights Sarah Quintero and Mr. Bungle bass Trevor Dunn on basses)

MR. BUNGLE

The main event. I knew they led with the Mr. Rogers theme on most nights. ADORABLE! But to my surprise, and delight! They performed the John Sebastian theme to “Welcome Back Kotter”! FUCK YES. I’m a Sweathog and everyone knows it! We would also be treated to the Pepto Bismol jingle not too far into the set.

I was wanting, wishing for a few more songs from 1991’s Mr. Bungle release, primarily some “Squeeze Me Macaroni” and “Stubb-A-Dub” action. Stubb was my go-to track in our house in college. After many a trip, I believed I was the proverbial “family dog” to our tribe…just elated to be along for the ride scrambling from party to party. Luckily for me, I got some “My Ass Is On Fire” and I was satiated. “Speak Spanish Or Die” brought me right back to my thrash and skating days (Days. Rolled my ankle on the half-pipe and drove the crew to all the spots after that). Van Halen’s Loss of Control? A TOTAL surprise and I was elated! Ear to ear grins and giggles!

I came for the Melvins, Mike Patton and Dave Lombardo, but I left with a deep adoration for Spotlights and a 365-day calendar of “The Many O-Faces of Scott Ian” and that’s more than OK. I’m in love. Thank you, Scott, for fulfilling this schoolboy’s adolescent dreams, 30 years later!

The Night They Came Home by Mr. Bungle

Mr. Bungle Setlist

"Welcome Back" (John Sebastian cover)

"Bungle Grind"

"Eracist"

"Spreading the Thighs of Death"

"Loss for Words" (Corrosion of Conformity cover)

"Hypocrites"

"Speak English or Die" (Stormtroopers of Death cover) (changed to "Speak Spanish or Die")

"Glutton for Punishment"

"Anarchy Up Your Anus"

"Methematics"

"Hell Awaits" (Slayer cover) (intro)

"True/Cold War/True"

"Raping Your Mind"

"World Up My Ass" (Circle Jerks cover) (with Michael Crain)

"Sudden Death"

Encore: "Loss of Control" (Van Halen cover)

Encore: "My Ass Is on Fire" (with PEP tag)

[anachronic-cobra]

So I'm in Salem, MA rn due to housing circumstances, taking a nice weekend at the Hawthorne hotel, and figured I'd toss in some photos of very haunted historical sites I took on a night tour

1-4 - the Salem Witch Trial memorial and burying point/charter cemetary. Allegedly haunted by the Woman in White, who died in a house fire

5 - this house is largely still the original wood and material from when it was first built. A man who bought it feared it would be taken by the government as a historical site, so he encased it in stone to disguise it as a newer building. It was protected from the elements for 300 years this way.

6/7 - building built over what used to be the jail where people accused of witchcraft were kept in coffin cells in hellish conditions. Originally the Bell telephone company and social security offices worked in this building, but when employees of the phone company became too terrified to answer the phones, hearing screams on the line frequently, they had to leave the building. Now it's rental space for offices, as they can't keep any businesses there long-term.

8/9 - belong to a very wealthy man who was VERY certain he was going to be murdered, and who apparently appears very frequently. Tour guide believes it's because he feels vindicated hearing people talk about the fact that he was, in fact, murdered. Also, this is the house that inspired the board game Clue!

10 - across the cemetary where Giles Corey was pressed to death and later buried are the houses that the houses in Monopoly were modeled after, which is a dichotomy of facts I was not expecting to learn today

[charmante-mp3]

Pieces of Eight - III.

Masterlist

No warnings that I'm aware of! I. II. III. 1.1k

“His name is Kim Hongjoong. Ring any bells,” our captain spoke after our promise of no harm. The name rang in my ears and I shifted, I knew that name. Captain spoke with the others, but I stayed out of the conversation taking in the fact that I knew our recent guest.

~

I walked outside the captain’s quarters, the bright like unfamiliar to my eyes. Once I adjusted my eyes to the light I became aware of the others walking around the ship. My heart started racing as all of their eyes landed on me.

“Ah our new crewmate,” A loud voice came from my left. I turned to see a tall man towering me. 

“Yunho I’m pretty sure you’re scaring him,” Another one spoke, walking up to him, being just as tall they took steps back. They both had brown hair, one darker than the other.

“Didn’t think we’d meet you without the captain,” The lighter haired male spoke.

“I found him asleep over his table, I figured it would be best if I got someone to put him in his bed,” I spoke, trying to hide the fact I was uncomfortable by their towering presents. They turned to each other, surprised grins on their faces.

“Well that’s new, cap’t doesn’t sleep much. Let’s go make the man comfortable, aye Mingi,” The other nodded. I turned to look at the others roaming around the ship. I met eyes with dark red hair. It was like he was studying me, feeling me with unease. I followed the tall males back to their captain.

“He’s probably gonna wake up once we put a finger on ‘em,” Mingi, as I learned, spoke.

“Doesn’t hurt to try,” The other, Yunho, said. They stood for a moment, clearly trying to figure out how to move him carefully. Finally, Yunho just grabbed his waist and threw him in the bed.

“What the hell?” 

“If you didn’t wanna wake him, that wasn’t the way to do it Yunho,” Mingi laughed.

“Well he was in such an awkward position I didn’t know what to do,” Yunho said defensively. I could see the captain stretch out the uncomfortableness from his body. 

“I would’ve preferred you woke me up in the chair over that,” He said, pulling himself onto his feet.

“What are you two doing in here anyway?” He was clearly not happy with the intrusion, causing me to cower into myself.

“You’re new friend wanted to put you back in your bed,” Yunho said, clasping a hand on my shoulder making me jump. A knock sounded behind us, to which the door opened. Seonghwa walked in and soon confusion covered his face at the two giants in the room. 

“I need to speak with Y/n privately. Do you mind if they take Hongjoong out captain?” He said. I turned over to the male in charge, just to meet his eyes.

“Why not, Mingi Yunho,” He said and the other two guided me out the door. 

“How about a tour, aye?”

~

“I think San is familiar with our friend,” Was the first thing Seonghwa said.

“What makes you say that?” I questioned.

“When you told us his name, he looked surprised. He also got really quiet which is unusual when new people arrive,” He explained. The surprise wasn’t something I caught, but I did catch on to the sudden quietness. 

“Do you think he’s like San,” Seonghwa asked, disturbing my thoughts.

“I guess we better ask before jumping to conclusions,”

~

“You popped out just in time, Wooyoung’s throwing together breakfast,” Yunho said, throwing another door open. It was below the captain’s quarters where I resided most of my time. 

“I’ve heard you two have met before,” He continued as my eyes landed on the lanky male I encountered on my nightly exploration. Once his eyes met mine, a wicked grin spread on his face. 

“Ah so our newbie didn’t fall overboard, figured you would’ve by now,” He cackled, his witch-like laugh made my stomach drop. 

“Chill he’s just messing, he’ll tease ya every chance he gets. Especially the jittery ones,” Mingi said, walking further into the room. While the comment eased my nerves, I was still cautious. 

“You would know that all too well wouldn’t you Mingi,” Yunho said, following him. I could barely hear him mutter ‘unfortunately,’ under his breath. I flinched as an arm threw itself on my shoulder. 

“You’ll warm up to us eventually won’t cha?” The man I come to know as Wooyoung, now stood right next to me. 

“Wow you might be worse than Mingi was,” He said after a long beat of silence.

“Well come on get situated, I make the best food! And no it’s not poisoned,” His arm never left my shoulder as he led me further into the room. 

“Well he’s about to never know, considering you’re scaring him more than me,” Mingi said, sitting at a table and leaning back.

“He better be healed if you keep maneuvering him like that,” A deep voice spoke from the doorway, which led Wooyoung to drop his arm with a grumble. I turned to see the male I saw when I first awoke on this ship, minus the captain. 

“Yunho, you’re awfully civil for someone who almost killed the man,” He said, now sitting across from Mingi. 

“Cap’t hasn’t been very injured so I say he’s okay, for now,” I could hear a little jab at the last part. Two more others came into the door, I recognized the man who stared me down earlier. Yet, the other one was completely unfamiliar. 

“That’s Jongho and San by the way, and now congrats you’ve met all of the crew,” Wooyoung said, passing out food on the table. Everyone sat now once Wooyoung forced me to sit on his left. I could see the red haired male, who I learned was San, still eyeing me down. I have yet to hear him speak even though the other ones were bustling with noise. 

“You really don’t remember how you got on the shore, half alive at that?” Yunho spoke, bringing me into their conversation. 

“I only remember my name, and being on another ship,” I told them. At this point I figured if they were going to hurt me, they’d have done it by now. 

“Oh so you’re another pirate, or maybe sailor?” Wooyoung said, pretty loudly. I just shook my head ‘no’ in response and I noticed the look they all gave each other.

“San,” All of our heads turned to the door, Seonghwa now stood at.

“Can you come with me?” He continued. Hesitantly, he got up and followed Seonghwa out.

“I wonder what that’s about?”