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MEURTRIĂRES "Ronde de Nuit" LP 2023
1. Rubicon 2. Aucun Homme, Aucun Dogme, Aucune Croix 3. TempĂȘte & Naufrage 4. Ronde de Nuit 5. Alma Mater 6. Chevaleresses du Chaos 7. La Revenante
â¶ïž RONDE DE NUIT | meurtriĂšres (bandcamp.com)
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Album Review: Whispers of Lore by Receiver (Gates of Hell Records)
Cypriot classic metal band, Receiver, release a debut album full of fantasy and allegory in Whispers of Lore, due for release on the 10th of November via Gates of Hell Records. Formed in 2011 in Nicosia, Cyprus, Receiver has made it its mission to deliver pure heavy, epic metal with a dose of folk influences. The band honors the legends such as Iron Maiden, Warlord, Manilla Road, Omen, BlackâŠ

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#Andreas Kyriacou#black sabbath#Charalambos Vassiliou#Cyprus#Dio#Gates of Hell Records#Golden Axe#Iron Maiden#Loizos Koukoumas#Manilla Road#Nicosia#Nikoletta Kyprianou#Omen#Receiver#Sandy Denny#The Dubliners#Warlord#Whispers of Lore#Yiannis Xanthou
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FRENCH EPIC METALLERS MEURTRIĂRES STREAMING TITLE TRACK FROM RONDE DE NUIT!
Lyon (FR) â âRonde de Nuit,â the title track from the forthcoming album by Epic Metallers MeurtriĂšres is streaming now! Check it out at youtu.be/uBLfs5jpR6o, as well as on Bandcamp. French epic, old-school metal of the highest order, MeurtriĂšres emerge with Ronde de Nuit, their first full-length. Stocked with seven songs of hard-charging, energetic old-school metal, MeurtriĂšres shows they areâŠ

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#cruz del sur#FRENCH EPIC METALLERS MEURTRIĂRES#french heavy metal#Gates of Hell Records#Heavy Metal#MEURTRIĂRES#New Album#New Wave Of Traditional Heavy Metal#News#NWOTHM#RONDE DE NUIT!#thenwothm
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Welcome~
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the postman just handed me a smartwatch coz the hungarian government is giving free smartwatches to anyone over 65 ??? girl whatđ
#DIDNT EBEN HAVE TO SIGN FOR IT OR ANYTHING HE JUST HANDED IT OVER THE FRONT GATE AND LEFT LMFAO#see like. this is one of those things that i want to call a good thing but it's#literally just another way they're bribing old ppl to vote for them which is so miserable#for the record im a 2000s baby my father's just almost 80 coz he had me when he was rly old#but my parents are on holiday for a month which is why i was the one who had to get the watch#funny as hell i hope it helps some ppl but man..........#barking#like. physically reached over the gate (around 2 meters) and handed it over the top of it. didnt even wait for me to open the gate#funniest shit I've ever seen
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i fucking HATE microsoft i HATE apple i HATE emails i HATE technology if u want me to see something important send me a fucking LETTER otherwise DIE
#stream#IM SOOOOOO#PISSSEDDDD OFFFFFFFF#I DRAFTED SAVED THEN SENT THIS FUCKING EMAIL & MICROSOFT RECORDED NONE OF IT I HOPE EVERYONE DIES & BURNS IN HELL#BILL GATES KILL YOURSELF YESTERDAY#IM FUCKIN FUMING#I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE EVERYTHING#I HATE THE WORLD#EVERYONE DIE
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The Harbinger release a first single and music video "Hollow" from the upcoming Gates of Hell EP
The Harbinger release a first single and music video "Hollow" from the upcoming Gates of Hell EP. #theharbinger @InverseRecords
The Finnish melodic death/doom metal band The Harbinger released a new single and music video âHollowâ. The track is taken from the upcoming Gates of Hell EP which is set to be released later this year via Inverse Records. WATCH Hollow music video: The band comments:âAs the veil between dreams and reality are tangled, you descend into a nightmare prison where demons of your own making forceâŠ

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Worship Me- DCxDP prompt
Yes, it's slightly horny. Sue me!
Was there anyone in this family that didn't attract crazy? Tim would like to say that it was some more than others but the track record is horrendous for each of them.
Don't ask him how he got here. It was a blur. Mission. Altar. Cursed Mirror.
But all that doesn't matter anymore because currently in what could only be described as an obsidian palace.
The palace floats in the void like a jagged crown. Its structure defies logicâspires twist and spiral in impossible geometries, as though grown rather than built. Every surface is carved from seamless black obsidian that drinks in the light of distant stars, causing the palace to shimmer with eerie inner reflections, like shadows trapped beneath glass.
The entrance is a colossal gate shaped like an open eye, rimmed with glowing runes that pulse with alien intent. Inside, the vast halls echo with silence too deep to be natural. The floors gleam with a mirror-sheen, reflecting not just one's image, but fragments of memories, glimpses of alternate selves, or ghostly figures passing just out of reach.
Chambers are suspended in open vacuum, tethered by bridges of crystalline light or magnetic arcs. Gravity bends strangely; a single step can carry you across entire rooms or into hidden dimensions nested within the architecture.
Tim had memorized every detail of this place in the days since he arrived. Most of the time he was allowed to go about his day staying and learning about this place. He wasn't imprisoned, he had to wait for the portal to open again in a few weeks. But Tim had caught the interest of the ruler of the palace.
Now Tim sat on the edge of the floating bed. It's heaped with a sea of plush pillows in shades of midnight blue, silver, and deep violet, each embroidered with celestial patterns.
How he got to this pointâhe may have...had a few conversations with who he assumed was the prince. The person who he thought was the king was actually his guardian. Tim just...flirted a little to get a bit of information on this place. Dannyâthe princeâhad been more than receptive.
It might have gone too far but here we are.
Now he was in the bedroom of who he still assumed was the crown prince with said prince currently on his lap with his lips on Tim's neck. Tim is unable to move because he believes that if they get caught Tim might end up beheaded for putting his Richard where it does not belong. Hell, they probably already know with the all-seeing eyes everywhere and the fact that the beings in this dimension phase through walls so using the door was just a polite formality.
"Stop thinking. I can practically hear your thoughts." Danny growled nipping at Tim's neck between kisses.
"Then you can teâll, haa. Fuck! Your hand. Too fast." Tim gasped.
Danny pulled away as he grabbed Tim by the chin and made him look into his eyes. Those hypnotizing green eyes.
"Do you want this?" Danny asked his eyes narrowed.
"...Yes," Tim couldn't lie.
"What do you want?" Danny smiled his sharp elongated incisors showing.
Tim remained silent his hand pressed against the small of the princes back.
"Good, you don't have to say a word. Focus on me. Think of me. Nothing else." His hand wrapped around Tim's throat. "Worship me as your new god."
Princeâkingâthese words where actually meaningless titles for Danny. He was not these petty and lowly things. He was a god and he craved worship. Even if it came in the form of a single human devoted to him. How incredibly lucky that a suitable human came here. Clockwork says it was best to let the human go back to his dimension and hopefully share his experience so that others will worship Danny. He had no interest in letting his new priest go so easily, not without a parting gift.
"I wonder how it must feel to bed your new master."
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TAPOUT!
jack hughes x fem!reader, quinn hughes x fem!reader, luke hughes , fem!reader, cole caufield x fem!reader, trevor zegras x fem!reader
IN WHICH⊠the new social media intern for the new jersey devils gets a proper welcome from her favourite boys
NOTE guys i had to take a pause on the requests because this was just on my mind so badâŠand if this is the fic that gets me canceled for being too controversial then we went out w a bang!! (pun not intended)
also this is dedicated to my kitten clarađ©đ»âđłïżœïżœïżœ @lovecla iâm glad i have someone to share my insanity with i love youđ
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WARNINGS! NSFW 18+ content dark content/taboo | five guys one girl :( | dubcon/coercion | spiking drinks w aphrodisiac | unprotected sex | blowjobs |subtle size kink | dacryphilia (blink and u miss it) | recording | degradation | cum eating | uhm if im missing anything lmk im going crazy
she got that million dollar ooh ooh ohh...
make her tap out!
you donât know how you got into this position. or, multiple positions. hot tears blurred your vision from clearly seeing the men in front of you. the men who had been watching you like you were prey the moment you stepped into the arena as a new social media intern, waiting for their chance to pounce on you.
[ ౚৠËâ.Ë áĄŁđ© ]
âhey!â you stopped your steps as you heard a familiar voice call out just before you were about to head over to the seats to film some practice content.
luke, who you had met a few times, had skated up to the gate, a friendly smile on his face as he approached. âitâs y/n, right?â he asked and you nodded with a smile, most of the time players didnât really care for the social media girls, simply answering their questions and going on about their day like you didnât exist. hell, they probably wouldnât have recognized you if they saw you walking on the street.
âso uh, feel free to say no,â he started, scratching the back of his neck. âi was having a little get together with some other players tonight, and some friends from other teams too,â you nodded as you listened intently, scared you might zone out from admiring his features.
âand i was wondering if maybe youâd like to join? some of the other social media girls are gonna be there from the other teams so i was thinking that maybe you could like, connect with them or something? just cause youâre new.â he offered with a cheeky smile and you nodded, seeming calm but inside you were freaking out a bit, it was such a perfect opportunity!
you could get so many tips from the other girls, learning things from their past experience to limit any stupid mistakes you might make while learning on your own.
âyeah! iâd love to!â he grinned at your response, âokay, awesome! how âbout after practice iâll give you the details?â
[ ౚৠËâ.Ë áĄŁđ© ]
you took in a deep breath before you firmly knocked on the door of lukeâs apartment, nervousness bubbled in your stomach as you waited. you were excited to meet the other girls, and make some possible new connections with anyone else. your hands fiddled with the hem of your skirt as you heard clattering and music on the other side.
the door swung open, revealing a grinning luke. you tried to hide your surprise when you saw him, usually you had either seen him in either hockey gear or in a suit. you thought that it was refreshing to see him in something so laid back, a simple tshirt and jeans matched with a backwards cap that pushed his curls nicely to the back and side of his head.
âhey y/n!â he stepped back to let you in. you returned the greeting as you stepped in as you scanned the apartment, and wow. he really downplayed on the âsmall get togetherâ. the apartment was bustling with players of different teams chatting and drinking, yet you couldnât spot any of the social media girls. hm, maybe they were running late.
luke noticed the way your shoulders dropped slightly in disappointment. âoh, yeah iâm sorry y/n.â he shook his head as he led you into the living room where some familiar faces were sitting. âthe other girls said they couldnât come anymore. last minute family emergencies and some illnesses or something.â he spoked and you simply nodded. âoh, thatâs too bad.â you responded, it was too bad. but you looked on the brighter side of things, you would get to know the players in a more candid setting, even starting some new friendships.
âhey guys, y/n came.â luke introduced you to everyone and you waved shyly. sitting beside jack on the couch was trevor zegras and cole caufield, with quinn sitting on an arm chair just beside.
âhey y/n!â jack slapped his hands on his thighs as he stood up from his position on the couch. âitâs too bad the other girls couldnât come, but weâre still gonna have fun, right?â he said and you nodded, cheeks slightly burning when he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. the greeting threw you off slightly, only having met him a handful of times
âwhat do you say we get you a drink, hm?â he offered and you nodded, following along, you didnât want to be impolite. youâd have one drink to settle your nerves before getting to know the players.
you didnât notice the devilish grin jack shot luke as he placed a hand on the small of your back, guiding you into the kitchen.
the night was going pretty smoothly, you had spent most of your time with the five guys you had initially been introduced with. you talked about your major for a bit, why you wanted to go into sports marketing, a bit about your personal life.
you went to take a sip of your drink as you listened to quinn talk about, well you weren't really sure what, but you had noticed your cup was empty. luke peered over, âoh, i can refill that for you.â he reached out his hand and you smiled, âsure, maybe just a soda, please?â he nodded. you donât know how many times that night luke got up to get you another soda, but you didnât complain. he was being a good host and you didnât want to be rude.
âso what does your boyfriend think of you working in sports marketing?â cole smiled, taking a sip of his drink. you shook your head and chuckled in slight embarrassment, âoh, i donât have a boyfriend.â
âreally? but youâre so pretty?â trevor hummed from beside you. he had his arm draped behind you on the couch, and he reached up to twirl a strand of your hair as you blushed fifty shades of red.
you didnât know how to respond to the compliment, squeaking out a quiet âthank you.â
the room started to get hot, maybe from embarrassment, maybe from the amount of bodies crowded into one space.
âhey, you okay?â quinn asked, noticing the way you were playing with the collar of your cardigan, trying to loosen itâs grip on your neck.
âuh, yeah sorry. just feeling a bit weird.â you gave him a tight lipped smile, you didnât want to ruin the night, you had worked so hard to get where you are today and you didnât want to ruin any of your newly made friendships with the players.
âhey itâs okay,â jack moved a few strands of hair away from your face, an expression of false concern taking over his features. âwhy donât you lay down in luke's room for a bit while we call it a night?â he offered and you shook your head, âi donât want to ruin your night.â he smiled at your pout, âdonât worry âbout it, luke will show you the way.â
and so luke led you to his room, letting you lean your weight onto his arm as he guided you.
âjust sit down mâkay?â you nodded and plopped on the bed, feeling a weird warmth spread throughout your body. were you catching a fever? was it pms? you had never felt this feeling before. âtheyâll tell everyone to go home.â he stroked your hair, letting you lean onto his shoulder.
quinn walked into the room, with jack, trevor and cole following right behind. âyou okay y/n?â quinn asked as he took a seat next to you, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. âyouâre getting hot, why donât you take your sweater off?â you nodded and let him unbutton your cardigan, peeling off the fabric and letting his cold hands graze your skin.
âwhy donât you stay over tonight?â luke murmured as his eyes fell to your cleavage once your cardigan was taken off.
âyeah, we donât want you out driving like this.â trevor kneeled in front of you, examining your face as the boys nodded in agreement.
was this inappropriate? staying over at lukeâs apartment? you were just the social media girl, you didnât want it to seem like you had taken this job just to get closer to the players. then again, maybe they were right. it wasnât safe for a young woman to head home alone in an uber so late at night.
âjust let us take care of you baby, okay?â luke pushed your hair to the side as he whispered into your ear, letting his lips trail down to your neck where he placed a small kiss. you shivered at the touch, feeling your butterflies in your stomach. âo-okayâŠâ you sighed when he pressed another kiss onto your shoulder.
âyou feeling hot? why donât we take off the rest of your clothes, hm?â quinnâs fingers toyed with the strap of your tank top. âisâŠis this weird?â you looked up at him with doe eyes, tears barely forming. he gave you an endearing smile, admiring how cute you looked. âno, weâre all friends here, just wanna take care of you.â he said and you nodded.
quinn carefully helped you out of your tank top and skirt, revealing your lace bra and panties which you tried to cover up in embarrassment. you felt the bed dip behind you, jack and cole approaching on the situation.
you felt like prey underneath their gazes, their eyes burning over your exposed flesh like they were getting ready to devour you, their mouths practically watering
âso prettyâŠâ cole's voice was barely above a whisper as he watched they way trevor traced his fingers closer and closer to your core.
this was extremely wrong, it was dirty. yet you couldnât help but feel your panties get damper at their ministrations.
trevor looked up at you, tilting his head with a friendly smile, âgonna let us use you, pretty girl?â as he gently pushed open your thighs and you gave him a dazed nod, your response nearly coming out as a whimper, âyes.â you knew what they were doing, you knew that this was extremely perverted and wrong, but you were too far gone.
your lips parted in a soft gasp as you felt his fingers trace over your cunt overtop of your pink panties. you felt so many hands on you, groping at your breasts through your bra, slender hands pulling your thighs open just a bit further.
trevor pushed your panties to the side, toying with your slick before pushing in a single finger, looking up for your reaction. you whimpered, leaning back onto coleâs chest while he placed a small kiss on your temple.
trevor slowly pumped his finger, your arousal growing with the overwhelming amount of stimulation you were receiving from everyone. âso tightâŠâ he mumbled as he stared with amazement before forcing a second and soon third finger. he pumped his digits in and out, earning moans from you that felt like music to their ears. from behind you, jack reached around to toy with your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.
tears threatened to fall as you felt the heat pool in your lower stomach, âmâŠm gonna cum..â you whined, body fighting the way cole hand you down as you squirmed.
âgo on baby, itâs okay.â quinn licked at your ear and that was all it took for you to snap, your first orgasm of the night washing over you with an intensity you had never felt before.
âfuck..â lukeâs mouth dropped open as he watched your release squirt out onto trevor's tattooed arm, his fingers practically jackhammering into you as he pulled every moan he could from you until you were breathless.
everything felt hazy as they lied you down, they took their time taking off the only fabric that you had left, leaving you fully exposed and vulnerable. you heard some rummaging around but stayed focused on catching your breath.
you dazily watch jack as he climbed on top of you, trailing comforting kisses from your stomach up to your neck. âyou okay with this?â he asked as he stroked his cock from below you, positioning it at your fluttering entrance. you nodded frantically and he smirked, ââcourse you are.â you felt your stomach drop at the mockery in his voice, but you didnât have much time to think about it before he pushed into you, taking all the air from your lungs. âfuck baby,â he groaned, letting himself sink fully, tears pricked at your eyes, threatening to fall at the intense stretch.
he didnât give you time to adjust as he began thrusting into you with fervor, lifting your legs and pressing them to your chest. his fingers dug into your thighs and he pushed them down, leaving bruises onto your delicate skin. âyouâre so dirty, y/n.â he grinned from above you and you felt the tears fall, which he quickly kissed away. you could tell he was about to cum when his thrusts became harsher, his cock kissing at your cervix as he let out deep groans.
his gaze flickered from the way your pussy sucked him in, up to your face, cheeks red and stained with tears as you watched him with hooded eyes. âfuckkk,â he breathed out, letting himself shoot his load into you, hips stuttering as he did so.
you let out a whine when he pulled out, feeling his cum drip out of your hole and down to your ass. you donât even notice when he had switched positions with trevor and cole, the two boys admiring your fucked out expression before taking their turn with you.
âsuch a pretty little whore.â trevor smiled at you sweetly, a contrast to his degrading words. he flipped you onto your stomach with ease, lifting your hips up so that your ass was flush with his pelvis.
cole positioned himself in front of you, and you knew what he wanted. you stuck your tongue out, looking up at him with doe eyes and he swore he couldâve cum just from the sight. he slapped his cock over your tongue as trevor spread your ass cheeks from behind, getting a better view of your swollen cunt before he lined himself up with your already leaking hole.
you moaned around coleâs cock as trevor thrusted into you, the vibrations sending instant pleasure throughout his body. you steadied yourself by placing your hands on his thick thighs, letting your nails dig into his skin as he let out the prettiest whines.
you let out a squeal when trevor slapped your ass, quickly smoothing his hand over the red mark to soothe the pain. âso filthy,â it didnât take them long before they came, shooting their loads from both ends.
you had no choice but to swallow coleâs cum when he pushed your head down all the way, nose to pelvis as his body shook in pleasure.
he cupped your face with one hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he thanked you, leaving your heart fluttering. trevor placed a kiss onto your back before the two of them moved away, letting quinn take over.
quinnâs eyes scanned you with a look of disapproval and pity. âso messy, baby.â you pouted at his words, he was right though. you had cum and spit leaking at the corner of your mouth, your hair was tousled and your cunt was already stuffed full. he grabbed your tank top that was thrown onto the bed earlier and quickly cleaned you up.
âthere we go.â he smiled softly before leaning down to give you a proper kiss on this lips and your eyes fluttered closed, your hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair. he trailed his kiss from your mouth down to your breasts, licking and sucking at the reddening skin. âpoor baby,â he murmured, âdidnât even get to cum again, hm? itâs okay though, iâm gonna take proper care of you.â he said, a slight dig to the men who had previously used you without any regard for your own pleasure.
he laid you down, dipping his middle finger between your folds, chuckling at the way your hole fluttered, clenching around nothing. âiâll take care of you.â he soon replaced his finger with his aching cock, pushing into you gently as he hushed your whimpers with a kiss.
âdoing so good for us, arenât you baby?â his hand trailed down to lazily massage at your neglected clit. âq-quinnâŠâ your nails scratched at his back, leaving bright red marks and he hissed at the pleasurable pain, nipping at your collarbones. âitâs okay, i got you baby.â he rocked into you, never ceasing his actions on your clit and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as his thrusts deepened. âyou gonna cum for me, pretty girl? huh? gonna put on a show on for them?â you whined at his words, squirming underneath him as the heat pooled in your belly.
âk-kiss..â you mumbled and he smiled, âyeah, i got you.â he leaned down and you kissed him deeply, moving your hips up to meet him halfway. âgo on baby, let go.â he whispered against your lips when he felt your grip on him tighten, your pussy spasming as you came, him following soon after, pulling out to cum onto the soft skin of your stomach.
your vision was blurry as you came down from your orgasm, body on fire from the consistent stimulation with no break. you felt quinn pepper kiss over your face, âyou did so good baby.â he placed on last kiss on your lips, savoring the sweet taste of your saliva, âitâs okay, itâs almost over.â he reassured and you hummed in confusion, before you saw luke standing at the edge of the bed.
you didnât know if you had it in you, and god he looked big standing there. âlukeâŠâ you whimpered as you tried crawling back up the bed, but he grabbed your ankles and pulled you back down.
âmâsorry baby,â he pouted, âyouâre gonna let me fuck you, right? itâs only fair. iâm the one who thought you were pretty first.â he said like it was a competition before pushing himself in, your eyes going wide as your body tensed. even though you had been fucked plenty that night, none of them couldâve possible compared to the way lukeâs cock was stretching you out.
hot tears fell down your cheeks as he thrusted into you, letting one of his large hands press down onto your lower stomach to feel the bulge of his cock as he fucked you. âtoo big luke!â you cried, thrashing underneath him and leaned down closer, his cock hitting deeper. âyou can take it, know you can.â he grunted, his tip brushing against your cervix and you gripped onto his biceps like he was your lifeline. âluke! sâtoo much!â you cried and he licked as the salty tears from your face.
he didnât let up his pace, continuing to fuck into you like he had been dreaming of since he first laid eyes on you at the rink. âmy pretty girl...â he cooed as your screams of overstimulation echoed in his ears as he reached places inside you no one had ever reached before.
it wasnât long before yet another load was dumped into you, your eyes lolling to the back of your head as you let out a silent scream while you came for the final time that night.
the room fell silent, the boys entranced at your fucked out expression, limp on the bed with your skin decorated with their cum.
âfuck, wait till nico sees this.â jack was quick to pull out his phone, snapping a picture of you.
âthereâs no leaving us now, baby doll.â
©cyberhughes; do not copy, translate or repost my work without permission.
#jack hughes smut#quinn hughes smut#luke hughes smut#cole caufield smut#trevor zegras smut#jack hughes x reader#quinn hughes x reader#luke hughes x reader#cole caufield x reader#trevor zegras x reader#nhl imagine#nhl smut#nhl fanfiction#nhl fic#hockey smut
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TENTATION "Prémices" Compilation 2023 ('...Oooh... Shaman, Tu défies le temps. Par les dieux trÚs anciens Qui veillent sur l'univers, Shaman, le tambour t'attend. Et sous ta peau, Griffes et crocs Déchirent ton ùme en offrande...')
"Ces femmes de la nuit ne reculent devant rien Ni le sang ni le long chemin Qui les mÚnent au delà des frontiÚres Sources spirituelles des sorciÚres Leurs rituels maléfiques Nous ensorcellent toutes les nuits Personne ne peut s'échapper Elles ont la force des guerriers
Loin des yeux des hommes en furies Elles pratiquent des cérémonies Invoquant les anges, les démons Les esprits de leur religion
Prenez garde Si vous les croisez Tous leurs charmes Sont dans la beauté Au prix du mal Elles feront payer Notre erreur De les avoir jugé"
Prémices | Tentation (bandcamp.com)
Featuring all the original TENTATION's titles released between 2015 and 2018.
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Album Review: Vision Master - Sceptre (Gates of Hell Records)
A very strong debut release from this band. It will be interesting to see how they expand upon their vision going forward.
Featuring former Funerot members Dan Munro and Reuben Storey (Christian Mistress), Vision Master is an ode to heavy metal. They will release their debut album âSceptreâ on August 25th, 2023. Drawing from an imaginative sci-fi world, Vision Master are purveyors of classic heavy metal. Albeit with some intriguing twists on the formula, adding in darker, blacker and grubbier elements to make itâŠ

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INTERVIEW: RECEIVER (CYPRUS)
It is not often we get to interview kick ass bands from Cyprus but recently we had the privilege with Receiver in this extensive interview! Now if you follow us you will know we covered their latest album a while a go and scored it highly! So get ready to learn more about the band and their awesome album âWhispers of Lore!â TheNwothm: Hey there guys I hope you are all well! Can you introduce theâŠ
#Gates of Hell Records#Heavy Metal#New Wave Of Traditional Heavy Metal#NWOTHM#receiver#receiver cyprus#thenwothm#thenwothm.com#Whispers of lore
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The Ineffable Detective Agency presents: Decoding 1941 Hell â The Hidden Morse Messages
The Good Omens team never fails to surprise us: In the Hell scenes set in 1941, there are subtle beeps in the background that many might have missed: morse code messages!Â
We took the time to decode these messages from about 5 minutes of the show â some parts are easy to identify, some parts are really hard due to overlying sounds or noises.Â
We used the 5.1 audio and selected only the channel with the morse signals. Check out an easy snippet â which line is it? :)
Then, we applied high- and low-pass filters to emphasize the codeâs pitch around 1360 Hz. Some of us have pretty sharp ears, some of us worked with the frequency spectra to mark short and long signals as well as pauses in between.Â
Here is what we have heard or seen, together with some facts and thoughts on the lines. Let us know what you think!
S2E4 06:19 to 08:23 âHave a miserable eternityâ

Here are the pieces we have successfully decoded:Â
HAVE A DREADFUL ETERNITY
We are wondering why this is different to the text via loudspeaker as well as Furfurâs âhave a miserable eternityâ...
TOMMYâS A LEGEND
Do we know a Tommy?
1) There's the Welsh magician/comedian Tommy Cooper (his magical act specialized in magic tricks that appeared to fail), who was the inspiration for the red fez in the magic shop. Cooper died live on television suffering a heart attack. :(
2) There's also the lead character Tommy in Brigadoon, the plot of which feels seriously GO-coded. There is a magic village hidden outside time that only appears in Scotland once every 100 years and is connected to the rest of the world with a bridge, outsiders who find "clues about the village and its people that make no sense", and a plot about unlikely lovers who are separated (because one "can't just leave everything in the real world behind"), and an ending that reunites the lovers against all odds because of the strength of their love ("I told ye, if you love someone deeply enough, anything is possible ... even miracles.")
PAULâS OUR MIXING HERO
Could that be the Re-Recording Mixer PAUL McFADDEN?
ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE CHEER UP ITâS ONLY ETERNAL DAMNATION ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE CHEER UP ITâS ONLY ETERNAL DAMNATION ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE CHEER UP ITâS ONLY ETERNAL DAMNATION ABAN
The phrase "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here" is a quote from Danteâs Inferno, Prelude to Hell, Canto III, Vestibule of Hell: Dante passes through the gate of Hell, which bears an inscription ending with the phrase "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate". So, the minisode is THE place where we get quotes from the two most famous literary accounts of Hell â with Furfur's quotation of Paradise Lost in the dressing room at the Windmill Theater: "In dubious battle on the Plains of Heaven".Â
S2E4 09:16 to 10:09 âProcessing the Nazisâ

ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE CHEER UP ITâS ONLY ETERNAL DAMNATION ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE CHEER UP ITâS ONLY ETERNAL DAMNATION
S2E4 11:07 - 13:12: âThe offer to return as Zombiesâ

These two minutes are very tricky: while in the first half it is ok-ish to identify the signals in the spectrum, the second half is overlaid by so much noise⊠â yes, we are calling the dialogues and sounds in hell noise now :D â that we chose a different approach.Â
It looked as if the sequence starts from the beginning, so we compared both parts, and now we are quite sure that it is the same pattern.Â
DO NOT LICK THE WALLS HEAVEN LOOKS DOWN ON YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE PATHETIC ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE CHEER UP ITâS ONLY ETERNAL DAMNATION DO NOT LICK THE WALLS HEAVEN LOOKS DOWN ON YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE PATHETIC ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE CHEER UP ITâS ONLY ETERNAL DAMNATION DO NOT LICK THE WALLS HEAVEN LO âŠ
So those are the sections we are pretty certain we have correct. However, there is one section we are still unsure on - maybe you can help?
Back to S2E4 06:19 to 08:23
We have been fighting hard with the first six seconds, before âHAVE A DREADFUL ETERNITYâ and we think it is:
SHEâS IN MA PHONE
Who are we talking about now?
Do you have any other ideas of what this could be? If it is âSheâs in ma phoneâ, what does that mean? Or is the S just noise and it starts with an H? Or even with a B â BEâS IN MA PHONE?
So, what are your thoughts on all of these messages? Why go to the effort of putting morse code here? Is it a fun easter egg, or something more? And why say âdreadful eternityâ in morse when the quote used in the show is âmiserable eternityâ? We have so many questions!
Spoiler: There is more code hidden throughout the series. Let us know what you see or hear!
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The city was drowned slow, its ankles tied to the moon as the tide rose to meet it.
Blind and reaching, its tongue cracked and split with thirst, its thousand iron throats burning with salt and pollution, desperate to drink, the head of Teleth Avaris sank deeper beneath the waves. A hundred more hydroelectric dynamos. A thousand. Ten thousand. Breathe in, let the sea flood your lungs. Let it pressed its weight upon the sternum of Teleth Avaris, and beat upon it with a tidal rhythm to spur its thousand hearts. Breathe out, feel the salt burn as it escapes your lungs. The sea staunches the atomic piles, distilling itself on the city's fever heat.
There was an impulse to abandon the low places, to cast the unwanted and unworthy into the dark, to climb higher, to build on their corpses. But not here. The pumps refused to die. As the great sprawl of Teleth Avaris was cast to the sea, the pumps continued. Time would march on. The low places were scoured of their materials, their technology, their working masses. Yet the pumps continued. The city built higher, piling itself above the waves, sealing its orphaned thralls in its cast-off shells. Yet the pumps continued. For all the filth the high places cast into the dark, the pumps continued.
The gates were sealed, the old blocks quarantined. Networks of communication died. Diagnostic panels went dark. The nature and structure of the deep was lost to history. Yet the pumps continued.
Time passed. Records were lost. Official inquiries into city infrastructure returned only ancient blueprints and useless maps. Inquiries became expeditions, surveyor teams sent deep to explore the abandoned cargo shafts. The roots of Teleth Avaris became unmapped places. Theories turned to stories. They said the old machines are still running, whole automated armies of maintenance drones. They say legions of lobotomite husks keep the water-wheels turning. Stories turned to legends. They say the deep is a lost nation, a rouge state that lives of the trash from the city above. They say it is a bunker, a guarded enclave where the old lords are cloistered in paranoia. Legends to myth. They say the deeps are a holy kingdom, a paradise where life is long and beautiful and the old world never died. They say it is a city of ghosts, a hell where sinners turn the dynamos for all eternity. Expeditions became pilgrimages. Yet the pumps continued. There was something in the deep.
Slaves combed through the runoff. Prisoners and lobotomites on stilted prosthetics picked life debts in the processing basins, minds mirrored along cybernetic proxies under careful watch. They worked without rest, their hands whittled into probes for testing the value of bodies and machines. Rigged overseers in military armor scanned for mechanical faults and disobedience as field techs kept watch over minds and circuitry.
Time passed. Peasants worked the processing fields. Children born with tall shins and smooth dense flesh sang as they trawled the processing basins. Plumber-knights patrolled the far marches. They returned with songs of strange beasts and great hunts. Irriation-sages tended to the forest reefs where the bodies necrosed to crops. The abandoned processing basins bloomed with lilies in the summer, roots tangled with old bones and neurocircuitry. The king was dead.
Lay-clerics divined wisdom from the bodies in the water. Salt-spoiled bones and corroded motherboards became syllables of the divine hymn. Discarded knuckles were whittled to dice for children's games. Bloated stomachs were dried and tanned for ballgames. It was winter in the deep and the water was cleaner, cooler from snow-melt on high. The Holy and Sacred Order of Water Treatment wore cloaks woven from synthetic furs and reclaimed silver wire. They did not need to, but it helped fight the chill. The druids built shrines of pseudo-driftwood and terracorals about the diagnostic stations. They would sit in silent meditation beneath the wireless towers, relay-staves thrust into the wires in communion with the diagnostic spirits. It would be a good harvest this year. Long live the queen.
At the root of the pumps were the mourning stacks. Where bodies and machines were piled for processing. Work lines became necropoli, morgues for holy burial. Here augments were cut from flesh, metal sorted by its alloy, organs preserved and reclaimed. At the north lay the tomb of the old king, his body embalmed in resin lest he rise again one day.
Above bloomed the sanctum. In a time now lost to history, it was little more than offices and residences. Old-world bioconcrete melded with terrestrial coral, cut and shaped by secret geometries into a cathedral of municipal irrigation. Verandas of sea-green fan corals, colonnades of deep blue staghorn, great arches of maroon finger coral, all carved over centuries into a living basilica of the pumps. Within, beside an empty throne, sat the queen.
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Darkest Part - Gives You Hell
Astrid Deetz x female Reader
Summary: You will never, in life or afterlife, if such a thing exists, meet anyone as infuriating, rage inducing, entitled, or frankly awful, as Astrid fucking Deetz. There isnât a single thing youâd like more than to never be around her, but as your luck would have it, you just canât stay away from her.
Masterlist / Next Part
Word count: 4.3k
-If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well, then he's a fool, you're just as well, hope it gives you hell-
Four minutes left.
You rushed through the park, cursing that the tiled path wasnât straight. More than anything you cursed your own refusal to run over the grass just to save half a minute. Damn Miss Harrington for keeping everyone after class.
âI dismiss you, my ass,â you wasted precious air to complain and knowing youâd have to go back if you went for the gate, you just jumped over the fence, wincing as it shook behind you. Someone yelled at you to be more careful, but you just began running again, just barely crossing the street before the light turned red.
You spared a moment to look at your watch, two minutes left, and the library was finally in sight. You picked up the pace, luckily avoiding the crowd. Your lungs were burning, tempting you to stop and take a break. So what if you were a minute or two late for work? The world wouldnât end if you failed to get there on time.
As if. The world might not end, but you were too proud of your perfect record to accept that. You would be there on time and then catch your breath.
âWatch out!â a cyclist yelled a warning, and you looked to the side and just narrowly avoided colliding with him.
âSorry!â you yelled back as he cursed after you. Well, you did cross his path, so he had the right to do it. Not that you had the time to contemplate on your reckless running as you skidded to a stop in front of the library and went up the stairs as fast as you could. âRight on time,â you went through the door with less than twenty seconds to spare and were met with the annoyance of the people in the library trying to read.
You chuckled sheepishly and then sighed, hanging your head low as you walked through the library as if it was your personal walk of shame. You could just feel the disapproving glares following you, and though you knew it wasnât exactly everyone in the library judging you it still felt like that. In reality it was more like three people out of about a dozen currently in the library.
âMaybe next time ruin your perfect record instead of barging in and disturbing everyone,â your co-worker and best friend Alex whispered as you went into the break room to leave your things.
âLeave her be, I think itâs cute,â one of the regulars at the library, a pretty, tall girl whose name you somehow kept forgetting whispered and winked at you.
You just shrugged, nodding thanks out of politeness. You were still not sure if she was trying to flirt with you or if she just so happened to always pick the table closest to the counter you and Alex were sitting behind.
~X~
A bit over six and a half hours later, with your backpack on your back and a small paper bag in hand, you opened the doors of the apartment on the seventh floor. You glanced back at the staircase and then at the elevator that worked once in a blue moon. âGuess Iâm lucky Iâm in shape,â it was a thought that often crossed your mind. Well, childhood spent playing different sports helped.
You locked the doors behind you. âIâm home!â you exclaimed, yelling over the sound of the TV, some animal documentary from what you could hear. Whales? Probably whales. Your mom liked whales a lot. You looked around, the fading scent of cleaning products grabbed your attention, and you noticed it immediately. The lack of any dust, the clean mirror in the hall, tiled floor being so clean you could probably apply the three-second rule to the food if any was dropped on it. The apartment was too clean for your liking, she was cleaning again. Desperately trying to at least take that off your back. âMom, donât push yourself,â you sighed as you stepped into the living room and saw her lying on the sofa.
She looked⊠fragile⊠in pain, and you swallowed hard, remembering how healthy she was just a year ago. How did things change so quickly?
âY/N,â she sat up, wincing and holding her back as she did so. âHey, Sweetheart, how was your day?â she still gave you a gentle, loving smile as you set your bag next to the table and leaned in to kiss her cheek and hug her.
âGreat, donât worry about it,â you whispered and pulled out the medicine from the paper bag, pain killers, for her. Her backâs been killing her, so much so that she could no longer work.
She still went and cleaned the apartment because you just had no time to do it these past few days. The guilt gnawed at you, even if deep down you knew you physically couldnât do everything.
You felt her hugging you tighter. âIâm so sorry,â she apologized to you on a daily basis, her voice quivering with regret. You couldnât even begin to imagine how she felt, seeing you work two jobs to take care of her and try and ensure you could continue your education.
âItâs going to be okay, everything will be okay,â and like always you reassured her, fearing something would break if you didnât. You let go of her and went into the bathroom to freshen up and then heat the dinner up. You werenât doing bad financially, with just the two of you and owning the two-bedroom apartment instead of paying the rent you had a comfortable life. The issue was saving money for the future, primarily for your college education, and there was no telling if your momâs health would deteriorate further.
âAlex said hi, by the way. His parents invited us to come over for dinner if youâd like,â you said as you got the lasagna out of the fridge and set the table.
âHeâs a good kid,â your mom commented, and he was. Alex was about a year older than you and working at the library, where you met him. You hit it off fairly quickly, he was easy to be around, easy to talk to, cheerful and always willing to encourage those around him.
âSo, will you go with me?â you asked, and she nodded, while leaving the apartment would be a bit of a struggle you knew it would be good for her to go outside and be around other people.
~X~
Astrid Deetz was many things, but here, in the library, she was just another girl. No one but the people that worked here needed to know who she was, so, at least here, she wasnât a freak. She was just another girl reading books. The library allowed coffee to be brought in, as long as the one bringing it was responsible for any potential damages and wasnât borrowing one of the more valuable books that couldnât easily be replaced, which was why she preferred reading here instead of going home.
Summer vacations forced her to spend time at home, with her mother, so, the more of that time she could spend away from home the better. Especially since Rory was often at her motherâs house. She was actually surprised he didnât move in yet, but maybe her mother wasnât completely blind after all. Who was she kidding? It was only the matter of time before he manipulated her mother into moving in.
Eventually she felt the need to go and grab a bite, so she got up and went to return the book only to see a rather annoying sight and freeze on the spot. There you were, the one flaw of the library she was currently in.
You were currently talking to a tall, blonde girl that looked ridiculously smitten with you, listening to every word you spoke as if you were solving all of lifeâs mysteries for her. How naĂŻve did the girl have to be to get fooled by the soft, easy smile on your face and patience as you helped her find a new book. And you? Leading the poor girl on, knowing she didnât really need help and being completely aware that she was just trying to flirt with you. Cruel pain in her ass, thatâs what you were.
Luckily, she noticed Alex, your co-worker there as well and went toward him to return her book.
âMiss Deetz, hope everything was to your liking,â he greeted her politely, though Astrid noticed your mood immediately souring the moment her name was said. There it was, your true face. You hid it well though, and the girl blindly in love with you didnât even notice the shift in your mood.
âOther than certain someone being here, absolutely,â Astrid didnât even bother hiding her disdain for you.
Alex brushed it off and took the book back. âGood thing Iâm here as well,â he said and Astrid wholeheartedly agreed.
âChihuahua,â you faked a cough to hide the insult, and Astrid felt a vein pop on her forehead.
âIgnoramus,â she spat back and walked by you as you straightened your back, and she didnât need to look back to know your eyes widened as you stared after her.
And she smiled, knowing she got a more genuine reaction than the girl a head taller than her ever could, no matter how much she flirted.
~X~
You were running on coffee and spite and simple need for money, otherwise you were sure you could fall asleep on your feet while you were washing the chisels and other tools Delia used. Tomorrow you could sleep in, relax just for a bit and recover from the grueling week. Morning job at Deliaâs place, four hours, then summer art classes, preparing you for college. You were going to study architecture, hopefully to pursue your passion and design green and sustainable buildings.
And while working with Delia was helping you with your financial circumstances, it was also slowly letting you meet people, make connections and your life at least a bit easier in the future. Still, between working for Delia, the classes, and then the library you were away from home for roughly thirteen hours, which wasnât exactly ideal for someone who just recently turned eighteen.
âY/N, could you go and fetch new carving set I ordered?â Delia asked, well, it was more of an order, rather than a request.
âNow?â you asked as you glanced at the clock. Youâd have to run again, and youâd probably still be ten minutes late, but work was work.
Delia must have followed your line of sight because she hummed. âNo, pick it up on Monday,â she genuinely surprised you with that, she was usually a lot more absorbed in her own work to notice things like that.
âThank you,â you smiled slightly.
âArchitecture, right?â and she surprised you again, you didnât think sheâd remember a conversation you had several months ago.
You nodded and began drying the tools. âGreen architecture, I hope,â you knew your eyes shone brightly as you said that. You loved talking about it, about how that was the future, the way to reach a compromise and protect the environment.
Delia looked lost in her thoughts for a moment and then she abruptly began laughing. âHilarious,â she commented and shook her head.
You were confused, and frankly a bit annoyed, she didnât strike you as someone whoâd find it funny. Hell, she sounded a bit impressed when you first told her, so this reaction genuinely puzzled you. âWhat is?â you asked slowly, hoping your voice didnât give away how you felt.
âJust how similar your views and goals are, yet you bicker all the time,â Delia pointed out and walked back to her sculpture, still chuckling every now and then.
You scowled, knowing exactly who she was talking about. The chihuahua that consumed the thesaurus and forced you to Google several words, ignoramus included. You should have guessed it basically meant someone ignorant. The damn infuriating pain in your ass. And Deliaâs granddaughter, well, step-granddaughter.
And now Delia said you and Astrid had something in common.
Your day was ruined.
Beyond saving.
Well, maybe making Astrid Deetz lose her composure or force her to Google something would salvage your day, but how the hell were you supposed to make the walking thesaurus Google anything?
~X~
Work sweet work, well, compared to working for Delia. Sure, working for Delia was closer to your artistic side, but the library just had a charm to it that not a lot of places could compete with. The smell of old paper, layers of dust hidden from passing glances since the place was rarely properly cleaned. Not that you blamed anyone working here, you helped with the cleaning three times since starting to work here in the library, and your muscles ached at the mere thought of those times. Moving shelves upon shelves worth of books was not a fun activity. Still, the next one was still far off and perhaps youâd even be away from this city by then. Going off to study somewhere else, somewhere other than your hometown.
It was a slow day, and you leaned back, relaxing with one earbud in so you werenât completely mentally absent from your workplace. You could just read, you likely will, in a bit, but you had a long sleepless night last night, studying and catching up on your art projects as well.
Eventually you cracked open a book about Renaissance architecture you meant to get your hands on for a long, long time, and now it was finally available at your workplace. Perks of working in the library, you guessed. Just as you were about to start reading the doors opening and a rather annoying girl walking in made your mood drop instantly. She didn't even look at you, just began looking through the shelves, clearly looking for something you could easily help her with if she wasn't so damn proud. You took a deep breath and walked over to the girl, at least you could get it over with quickly. "Deetz, what are you looking for?"
And she ignored you, completely, she didn't even go around you and instead moved with such certainty that you actually had to step back so she wouldn't walk into you.
So, she chose this approach today. It was either insults or pretending you didnât even exist.
Infuriating entitled brat.
"This would be so much easier if someone worked here," she had the nerve to complain as your jaw dropped and you simply looked at her, flabbergasted by the girl's behavior yet again.
"Unbelievable," you shook your head as Alex came up to the two of you and you couldnât be happier to see him jumping to your rescue.
"Hey, could you help me find a book?" she immediately asked him, and he looked between you and her with a raised eyebrow, as if he couldnât already tell what was going on.
You just shrugged. "You're not invisible, good for you," you didn't leave yet, mostly out of spite. Astrid Deetz would not have the satisfaction of knowing she got under your skin, and she especially would not have the satisfaction of you backing away.
"What the- oh, you two are just playing another one of your games," he decided, completely ignoring the absolute dislike bordering on hatred between you and Astrid Deetz.
"I am not playing any games," you both said at the same time and huffed when you realized that.
"Would you look at that, you're in sync as well," he whistled as if he was trying to tease you.
"Bullshit!" you both denied it, once more at the same time and you just waved him off, though you were really tempted to flip him off, and went back to your desk. Pride and the damn Deetz gloating over her ability to indirectly annoy you be damned, you couldnât stand being anywhere near her.
Eventually, your teasing, traitorous co-worker joined you. âShe really likes reading, doesnât she? And youâd think sheâd be some rich kid who scoffs at the very idea of borrowing books instead of buying them, or even hate having the actual book in her hands instead of reading an e-book,â Alex commented, sounding actually impressed by the short annoyance.
You just grunted as a response, after all, youâd never admit you did notice what he just now pointed out. You noticed that from the moment you saw her, months ago, studiously going through several books seeking something rather specific. The unbreakable concentration impressed you back then, but back then you were blind to her actual personality. Still, if there were two things one could count on as far as Astrid Deetz was involved was that she hated her mother and loved reading. That being said Alex did not need to know you had any positive thought about the girl in question. Youâd rather die than admit anything nice about the girl, even if deep down you did admire her love for books and reading.
âYouâre not going to answer?â he probed for answers, though he should know better by now.
âIâve got nothing to say,â you muttered and leaned onto your hand, if you could just avoid Astrid for the rest of your life, youâd be the happiest person alive, but no, you just needed to bump into her almost on a daily basis. Either in the library, or at your other work. Granted, it was mostly at the library, but sometimes she would drop by and visit her step-grandmother. That was, beside Delia sometimes getting ridiculous ideas, the only actual downside of your other work. Imagine your surprise when you went to work one day and saw Astrid there, you nearly quit right then and there.
âYeah, cause she makes you Google new insult she hurls at you every other day,â Alex snickered, trying not to disturb anyone.
You groaned, facepalming as you leaned back in your chair. She really did make you Google things she said a lot. You still remembered Googling barnacle, her favorite word for you. Leave it to Astrid Deetz to declare you as something difficult to get rid of, when youâd do anything in your power to never see her again.
~X~
Astrid did not enjoy making trips to the parts of the town where her family might be, she seldom wanted anything to do with them, especially her mother, but it also began including her step-grandmother after she went and hired the worst possible candidate. You.
But, she had to go and visit a store a few floors above her grandmother so, here she was, in the elevator and certain she would not run into you the very next morning after your encounter at the library. She wasnât that unlucky, was she? How she almost always ended up visiting during your shift was beyond her grasp. Maybe there was something in all the bullshit her mother talked about, and she was actually cursed with how often she encountered the one person she despised the most.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened, and she nearly didnât look up to see who was coming in. She should have ignored it, should have stared at the wall or something, but no, no, she just had to look!
Astrid could not believe her misfortune as you, carrying a fairly big box, walked into the elevator one floor above her and so far down from her own floor so she would need to actually be in a closed space with you. And she despised the very idea of that. So, just as the doors were about to close she bolted outside.
"What the- that was reckless Deetz!" she heard you yelling. And if there was even a hint of worry in your voice it was absolutely because her grandmother would rope you into whatever funeral arrangement she would choose for her if Astrid happened to tragically pass away.
"Shut it!" she yelled back.
"Fucking chihuahua!" you cursed, and she could feel her blood pressure skyrocketing as the elevator went up. You and your awful nickname for her.
"Damn barnacle!" she yelled back loud enough for you to possibly hear her. She would have the last word no matter what! Insufferable thorn in her side that she couldnât get out of her life no matter how hard she tried. And to make things even Delia occasionally mentioned you just to get a rise out of her.
Not that anyone needed to tell her anything, she knew you worked two jobs, for whatever reason. Barely any difference in age, yet such different circumstances. While Astrid could do nothing for the rest of her life and still be fine you apparently didnât have that luxury.
And in those rare moments Astrid would actually notice you despite trying her best not to, she never once heard or saw you complaining about anything. She was actually the only reason for complaining you ever had as far as she could tell. So, while she could find it in herself to admit your work ethic was somewhat admirable, you still could go right back to whatever hell you came out of.
Because that is exactly what you deserved.
Hell.
Okay, maybe not hell.
But definitely not much better than hell!
~X~
You werenât just annoyed, you were beyond pissed off. How reckless was that girl? âYeah, I really need that on my consciousness,â you bit out, knowing youâd blame yourself if she ended up getting hurt just because you happened to get into the elevator when she was already inside it.
How were you even supposed to guess sheâd be there?!
You opened the doors to Deliaâs studio with your elbow and went inside, closing the doors behind you with your foot. You really should have just taken the stairs, but the box you were carrying would have been a pain in your ass if you went with that. Sore muscles might still be a better alternative to having this encounter with Astrid. âChihuahua,â you gritted out through your teeth as you set the box down.
âAstrid?â you jumped when Delia suddenly spoke up.
You stared at her blankly, as if she needed to ask. Sheâs seen several of your and Astridâs hateful clashes.
âShe takes after her mother,â the older woman commented as you began pulling out different art supplies from the box.
You had no idea why Delia would even tell you anything about Astrid. You did not need to know, didnât care about knowing. âI find it hard to imagine anyone could be as infuriating as her,â you frowned, causing Delia to laugh, almost delighted by the comment. Lydia seemed okay, a bit paranoid and utterly blind to her boyfriendâs true intentions, but otherwise she was nice. You couldnât imagine Lydia being anything like Astrid when she was younger.
âOh, you have no idea. I reckon Astridâs attitude is karma finally paying a visit to Lydia,â she sure sounded certain of that claim and you just hummed, internally feeling sorry for whoever had to deal with Astrid being their karma. That seemed like a rather cruel and unjust punishment.
âMr. Deetz wonât be joining us today?â you asked, noticing the absence of Deliaâs husband, though you asked the question mostly to avoid talking about Astrid.
âNo, no, he went bird-watching,â she dismissed and you nodded, knowing just how much the man loved doing so, even if it meant traveling the great distances. It was admirable, really, to see someone as old as he was still being passionate about something to that extent. You could only hope youâd have as much energy as him and Delia when you reach their age.
~X~
That night you stood in front of the canvas, a bit of paint smeared on your cheek, an old white shirt you were wearing and your hand. You held your paintbrush as you observed a fairly accurate painting of the Durham Cathedral. Itâs been about a month since you started working on the painting, using what little free time you had to work on it, and here it was, finally complete. You set the brush and colors down on your table and sat down, just looking at it with a smile on your face.
You really wished you could go and visit it. You actually had a lot of places you wanted to visit, to study, to touch the old buildings, feel their history and the flow of time coursing through them. The flyer on your table caught your attention and you reluctantly picked it up. It was an ad, seeking volunteers for planting trees. You sighed, massaging your shoulder and wincing at the dull pain in your muscles. You had two days off, you should rest, but you already knew youâd go, you couldnât help it, that was how you were.
So, knowing youâd go there early in the morning you went and got ready for bed, hoping the shower would relax your aching body.
~X~
âWhat the fuck?â Astrid halted in the middle of the park, hoping it was just the summer heat. Yeah, that had to be it. The heat was making her see things. It was your damn day off, wasnât it? Why were you in the park digging a hole for a tree?
Astrid narrowed her eyes, furious at everything. At your shirt clinging to your arms. At the drop of sweat you just brushed off your forehead. At the concentrated look in your eyes and the focus and the way you still had the energy to come and volunteer despite working two jobs.
âBarnacle,â she hissed under her breath and went to the other part of the park, as far from you as she possibly could go while still doing her part as one of the volunteers.
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Writers Guild Presents - Tethered - Ch 7 - Memories

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Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit!
Chapter 7 of work in progress
TW/CW: Angst, Discussion of attempted suicide, implied character death, panic attack, some light smut.
Summary:
Crowley wakes up in a mental hospital with no memory of how he got there. Without his demonic powers, neither the doctors, nor the people who claim to be his family will believe he is who he says he is. With the evidence against him mounting, his only lifeline to the real world is a cryptic note left by an unseen messenger. The longer he stays in this hospital, the harder it becomes to recall for sure, is Crowley really a demon of Hell? Or has his entire existence been nothing more than a delusion conjured by a grieving mind?
Excerpt:
Crowley stood in a noisy airport at the arrivals gate holding a bouquet of red roses, fidgeting nervously. All of his usual laidback swagger was buried under a blanket of anxiety, his spine was a solid metal rod. He was always a little bouncy when Aziraphale came to visit, but this time was different. Crowley hopped his feet up and down like the floor was burning hot sand. He juggled the little box in his jacket pocket as he stared at the sliding glass doors, willing the familiar head of blond hair to appear through them. Were the roses too cliché? Maybe he should have gotten the peonies instead. Too late now.
âThere, I see him.â Crowley turned to the young man beside him. âAre you recording?â
âYeah, it's on,â said Adam.
âRight, here he comes.â Crowley shook out his shoulders and trilled his lips. He knew he looked ridiculous, but it was an airport; no one ever looked their best at an airport. He moved towards the beacon that was Aziraphaleâs gleaming smile. His heart thudded like hoofbeats in his chest. Breathe, he reminded himself. Breathing and walking, those were the two main requirements at the moment. He had no idea what his facial expression was, he just hoped he was smiling too. God, Aziraphale was so gorgeous, even after eight hours on a plane. How was that even possible?
âHello, my darling!â Aziraphale greeted him.
âHi,â said Crowley, because that was about as eloquent as he could manage. He unceremoniously handed the bouquet to Aziraphale.
âOh my!â Aziraphale chuckled. âFlowers? What's the occasion?â
And there was Crowleyâs opening. Aziraphale was reaching out his arms for an embrace but Crowley needed to do what he came to do first. He bent down on one knee, and pulled the little box from his pocket.
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