#Heavens Edge

[metal-sludge]

You really knock me out, 'cause you're a hot rock; A number in my book of dreams.

HEAVENS EDGE | Skin to Skin (1990)

[queenofthemasquerade]

Heavens Edge - Don't Stop, Don't Go

[nocturna7]

Heavens Edge - "Had Enough" - Official Lyric Video

[hungercityhellhound]

Bands I follow on Spotify with less than 500K listeners per month. I feel like it will be most of them. I will use the tag #<500K if you want to track along. I'll be doing 10 at a time.

Format Band name (# of listeners per month)

Gothminister (143K)

John Mayall & the Bluesbreakers (465K)

Heavens Edge (9k)

Roadwolf (16K)

Girlschool (116k)

Riot (61K)

Niflhel (30)

Amorphis (298K)

Thomas Dolby (385K)<- how.. just how when his songs all have millions of listens O.o

Ad Infinitum (119K)

[abilai]

And then I learned the truth, how everything good in life seems to lead back to you…

[mxdwn]

ALBUM REVIEW: Heaven’s Edge – Get It Right

https://music.mxdwn.com/2023/06/14/reviews/album-review-heavens-edge-get-it-right/

[rockzone]

Heavens Edge - Get It Right

Release date: 12 May 2023

Photo Credit: Vincent Foschini

The long-awaited new studio album, "Get It Right" from Philadelphia hard rockers Heavens Edge is out now. This is their first official release since 1998, when the demos and other rarities, considered the band’s second album, "Some Other Place, Some Other Time" was put out.

Formed in Philadelphia, PA in 1987, Heavens Edge immediately began performing on the local club circuit and surrounding areas. Gigging at well-known venues in the rock and metal scene in Philly such as The Empire Rock Club, The Galaxy, and The Trocadero, with nearby prestigious venues Hammerjacks (Baltimore, MD) and the 9:30 Club (Washington, D.C.) becoming regular stops for the group.

The band began smashing attendance records and rapidly gaining the attention of local press and radio. The European press started to take note as well.

While the 80’s metal scene was in full swing, the greater Philadelphia, PA/New Jersey region had already produced mega-acts such as Bon Jovi, Cinderella, Skid Row, and Britny Fox and labels were on the hunt for exactly what Heavens Edge was delivering.

In a flurry of label activity from all the major players in the rock world, Heavens Edge secured a recording agreement with Columbia Records. Unfortunately, soon after the band was signed, a crazed gunman entered a club the band was playing in and randomly opened fire, striking bass player George G.G. Guidotti. G.G. was hospitalized and required months of rehabilitation to get back into playing shape.

The band called it quits in 1993, whilst each of the members pursued various music ventures. However, none of these ventures achieved the same level of success as Heavens Edge.

Though not formally together, the band signed a deal in 1998 to released demos and other rarities considered the band’s second album "Some Other Place, Some Other Time". Thier official reunion show was in 2013 with the original line up at Firefest in Nottingham. The event proved so successful that the guys continued the live show momentum with performances on The Monsters Of Rock Cruise, the Melodic Rock Festival in Chicago, and main-stage sets at M3 in the Baltimore, MD area.

Now that the band was in-tact and the audiences were turning up, it was again time for the band to draw the attention of record companies. In 2022, Heavens Edge signed a new global recording deal and have just released their first studio album in twenty-five years, "Get It Right".

[blueribbs]

SHES GREEEEEEEEEEEN SHES HERE AND SHES GREEEEEEEN

[another-lost-mc]

Angels' Commendation MICHAEL x gn!Reader x SIMEON 3.2k Words | NSFW | Smut | Michael-centric | Poly Relationship Content Warnings: Reader uses gn!pronouns. Alternating present/memory POV. Pet name used (little lamb). Penetrative sex, threesome, creampies, implied overstimulation, scenting/marking, fluff, flirting, teasing, food kink if you squint, sex in a semi-public place, jealousy, light dom/sub undertones. Prev: Angels at the Door | Next: A Demon's Curiosity

Your departure from the Celestial Realm is met with little fanfare. Michael offered to host a formal celebration like a banquet or dance, but you balked at the very idea and insisted nothing of the sort was necessary. You finished most of your preparations yesterday and already said goodbye to the angels you spent the most time with. They gave you their well wishes for your journey home and their hopes that you would return again soon.

When you came to the Celestial Realm nearly a month ago, you brought a single bag with some clothing and toiletries. Today, you’re leaving with much more than you brought. There are small tokens from your new angel friends in some spare bags that Simeon procured for you. Michael also gave you a large basket full of gifts for Diavolo and his fallen brothers in the Devildom.

Luke baked a cake for you to take back to share with everyone, and it’s carefully wrapped in a large box. He giggled and whispered that he also made a special cupcake just for you, in case Beel eats the other cake before you can have some.

Simeon helps you organize your belongings near the Celestial Gates that will take you back to the Devildom. If Luke weren't nearby, he'd drag you into one last kiss before you go; he could lick his lips and savour the taste of you when you're gone.

He glances over where Michael and Luke are waiting. You haven't even left yet, and Luke is already asking him when you'll be able to return. Simeon and Michael share a knowing look; your presence will be formally requested before too long, whether your demon friends like it or not.

Simeon slides the straps of your bags onto your shoulders, and he steps away once you reassure him that everything feels secure. Luke smiles when you hold up his cake box, and you wiggle your fingers at him since you can’t wave goodbye properly. You share one last fleeting glance with Luke–and your lovers–before you finally walk through the portal and back to the Devildom.

Once you’re gone, the three angels turn and walk back towards the Celestial Halls together. "Did you give them a present, Michael?" Luke asks curiously.

He already asked Simeon earlier what his gift for you was. Simeon replied that he gave you a short story he wrote himself. (It was a smutty romance about three characters that resembled you and your two angels, of course). 

Michael looks down and his lips quirk into a smile. He ruffles Luke's hair playfully and chuckles when the young angel pouts. "Ah, we exchanged parting gifts earlier before we joined you for breakfast."

You groaned at the sudden emptiness when Michael withdrew his cock from your body. He chuckled against your shoulder as two of his thick fingers took its place. The sounds his fingers made as he thrust them inside you was obscene. His and Simeon's cum both leaked out around the intruding digits and smeared the inside of your thighs.

"Don't worry little lamb, we'll keep you nice and full. You want something to remember us by, don't you?" 

You nodded dazedly as endless sensations rippled through you. Your body twitched and trembled from their attention. Simeon was plastered against your front, his hands gripping your hips while he chased beads of sweat down your chest with his tongue. He dragged his teeth over your skin and sucked each of your nipples between his lips. He glanced at you through his dark lashes when you whined and arched into his touch.

Michael's chest was a comforting weight against your back, and you leaned against him to keep yourself upright. One of his hands moved inside you, and the other trailed along the side of your face and down your neck. He pressed down gently when he grazed over the marks he and Simeon made. He tilted your chin towards him and kissed you over your shoulder. It was wet and sloppy, and you moaned when his tongue flicked teasingly into your mouth. 

Your skin was sticky with sweat and cum. Your legs trembled and you felt overheated, but you still wanted more. You reached back and fisted one hand in Michael's hair while the other reached down and grasped Simeon's hard, leaking cock that bobbed heavily between you. Michael hissed when you pulled on his hair; Simeon groaned when you pumped him lazily, and his hips bucked against you.

"What do you want, my love?" Simeon whispered when he leaned forward and tugged at your earlobe with his teeth.

It was hard to form words when they worked so diligently together to fuck your brains out. Your mind was a fog of pleasure and longing. You know you were leaving soon, but you didn't go. You wanted–

"M-more," you whimpered. "Want more of you, please?"

Michael crooked his greedy fingers inside you, and you rocked your hips so that they'd keep massaging against that spot that made your toes curl. You shuddered between them, and Michael brushed his lips against your temple.

"You ask so nicely," he murmured. He rubbed his cock against your ass; he was already hard and leaking again. He knew you were all running out of time, but he couldn’t refuse you. "We'll give you what you whatever you want."

Simeon's cock slipped from your grip when he maneuvered himself in front of you. He laid back against the pillows. One of his legs was between yours, and the other was bent at the knee and pressed against your outer thigh to support you. Michael nudged your shoulders down and bent you over until your chest was pressed against Simeon's. He groped your ass and positioned himself behind you.

Simeon cradled the back of your neck and brought you towards him for a heated kiss. Michael leaned over you and kissed along your spine just as he sank his cock back inside you. All three of you groaned in unison, overwhelmed by the sensual depravity of being together like this. Simeon was jerking himself off beneath you and panting your name desperately as he watched your expressions above him. You closed your eyes and lost yourself in the heated daze of their lust as Michael fucked you one last time.

When you arrive at the Demon Lord’s castle, all of your demon friends are waiting anxiously to see you. Barbatos instructs the Little Ds to help you with your belongings and you hand him Luke’s cake for safekeeping. As soon as your hands are free, you're crowded by the seven demon brothers that clamor for your attention like they haven't seen you in years.

There's a small luncheon prepared to celebrate your return, and the demons lead you to the elegant dining room where you can finally relax. Asmo plunks down in the seat next to yours and admires the Celestial Realm tunic you're wearing.

"That style looks nice on you," he offers, and there's something soft in his gaze as he remembers how much he liked wearing angelic-style garments too.

"Michael provided me with a lot of Celestial clothes to try while I was there," you explain with a smile, looking down as you smooth the front of your shirt. "I left most of them behind for the next time I visit, but I wanted to bring this one back with me–it's my favourite."

You noticed that Michael was acting strangely since you stepped into the dining room for breakfast. Raphael and Gabriel bickered on either side of you while Simeon rolled his eyes at them across the table. You tried to focus on your plate, but you could feel the heavy weight of Michael's gaze lingering on you.

"Is there something wrong?" you asked him after breakfast when you were able to speak to him alone. 

His gaze flickered between your eyes and your chest. "That outfit you're wearing–" he started to say, but he faltered and cleared his throat, "–that was what you were wearing in the garden that day with Simeon."

Michael told you how he found you together in his garden by accident, and you still feel a little embarrassed thinking about it. Your cheeks grew warm, and you looked down at your top nervously. "Oh...do you not like it, or–?"

Michael shook his head quickly. "No, it's not that. It's...well, it reminds me of the day I realized I had feelings for you." He looked away and it was suddenly his turn to be bashful. "And it reminds me of how much desire I have for you."

He glanced around before he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. "Perhaps you'd like to accompany me to the garden? I have a bit of spare time before I’m needed for my next meeting," he murmured against the shell of your ear. You felt his cock hardening against your hip and you gasped softly.

"Wait, what about Simeon?" you asked, but you realized you didn’t need to worry. Michael was already sending him a message, and he slipped his phone back into his robes when he finished.

"He's going to meet us there." Michael held out his arm to you, and you followed him towards the closest exit leading to the gardens outside.

Lunch at the Demon Lord’s castle is a boisterous affair. Everyone chatters excitedly about your return, and Lucifer mentions off-handedly that it's nice to have tolerable company again.

Diavolo asks for your impressions of Michael after living together these past few weeks, and you nearly choke on your drink. You clear your throat and tell him that Michael was very kind and generous to you. Diavolo nods approvingly, and he mentions the basket of gifts Michael sent back with you. You didn't look at it that closely, but according to Lucifer, they're all exquisite delicacies from the Celestial Realm.

You're not surprised when Diavolo mentions that Michael also enclosed a letter for him as well. Apparently the Archangel thanked the Devildom for allowing them the honour of your company. He finished the letter stating that the angels of the Celestial Realm eagerly await your next visit.

"I don't think we could've asked for a better result," Diavolo exclaims, and Lucifer begrudgingly agrees. 

Conversation lingers on your trip and what it was like living among the angels. It's hard to keep a straight face when Michael or Simeon's names are mentioned throughout the meal. There's still a dull throb between your legs from this morning, and the biting marks they left on your skin are tender underneath your clothes.

When the lunch dishes are cleared away, Barbatos starts slicing Luke's cake for everyone. (He murmurs quietly that he's impressed with the young angel's creation, and you remind yourself to pass along the message to him later.)

Diavolo claps his hands when Barbatos places a generous slice in front of him. "Luke made this? How delightful!" He grins at you from his seat at the head of the table. "Is Michael's sweet tooth as notorious as Lucifer claims?" 

Lucifer glares at Diavolo but the prince ignores him. You bite your lip and nod as Barbatos comes to your side and puts a slice of cake in front of you. "It is. This particular cake happens to be Michael's favourite."

"Knock-knock," you said teasingly when you pushed open the door to Michael's office. The Archangel was leaning back in his chair, running a hand through his hair while he frowned at the document in his hand. He glanced at you when you stepped inside and closed the door behind you.

"I still have more work to take care of tonight, little lamb," he offered apologetically, but you grinned when his eyes lingered on the plate in your hand.

"Can I tempt you to take a short break? You've been here since dinnertime." You brought a slice of cake from the kitchen with you. It's unusual for Michael to rush away from the table before dessert, but he claimed an urgent matter from another part of the realm needed his attention. 

It's possible you missed him and wanted an excuse to see him, but you left that feeling unsaid between you.

He looked torn, and you went in for the final blow. "And I thought Lucifer had the worst work-life balance of anyone I ever met."

That certainly got his attention; he put his papers aside and waved you over. "Realms forbid I let him be better than me at something, especially when it means passing up a chance to visit with you." 

You offered Michael the plate, but he took it from you and set it on his desk. You made an undignified yelping noise when he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his lap.

When you regained your balance, you were straddling his thighs. He leaned back in his seat and licked his lips. "Since my little lamb interrupted my very important work, I think it's only fair that they feed me. What do you think?"

You couldn't help the bashful smile that bloomed across your face, and his eyes darkened when you picked up the plate and offered him a forkful of the fluffy vanilla cake he loves so much.

"Did you have some cake already?" he asked you in a rough voice after you fed him a couple small bites.

You nod–you ate dessert with Simeon and the others in the dining room. But there's a smear of whipped cream clinging to the corner of Michael's mouth, and you feel inspired. "I wouldn't mind a little more," you murmured as you inched forward and swiped your tongue across his lips. You leaned back and smacked your lips with a satisfied hum.

You had just enough time to put the plate back on the desk before Michael surged forward and kissed you. He licked into your mouth and groaned deep in his chest as he chased the sugar-sweet taste on your tongue. 

Beel sits across the table from you, and even after he's had two slices of cake, he's still drooling and looking for more. Satan grasps his shoulder when he tries to stand up and reach for the remaining half-a-cake. Barbatos winks at you when he slides the cake further away from him, and Beel gives up and slumps back in his seat. 

Satan grumbles complaints about his brother when you finally catch his gaze. "I was able to borrow the book about Celestial Blessings you wanted to read," you mention to him between bites of your dessert. "It's packed in one of my bags. I'll give it to you when we go back to the House of Lamentation."

He looks genuinely shocked and leans forward on his elbows with excitement. "Really?" He glances down the table where Lucifer and Diavolo are having a heated discussion about something before he looks at you again. "I thought it was in the restricted section of their library?" he asks quietly.

You shrug and look down at your plate as you slice off another forkful of cake. Your cheeks feel a little warm. "Michael gave me permission to borrow it, as long as I bring it back the next time I visit."

The restricted section of the Celestial Library is dimly lit and eerily quiet—or it would be, except for the soft, slapping sounds of skin-on-skin as Michael fucked you against one of the shelves. Your pants were pooled around your ankles, and his wings brushed against you every time he snapped his hips forward. You gripped the shelf in front of you for leverage and rolled your hips back in time with his thrusts.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you panted between shaky moans. “Simeon said your permission wasn’t necessary for—oh, fuck,” you whimpered when his cock dragged along your walls just right.

He huffed and slowed his movements, grinding lazily against you and denying you the delicious friction he knew you craved. “And you thought asking that flirt of a records-keeper was a better idea, hm?” He leaned forward and scraped his teeth along your jaw and licked at your neck.

When you tilted your head to give him more access, he hummed and sucked a mark into the delicate skin below your ear. The hand that wasn’t fisted in the collar of your shirt snaked down your front and stroked at the arousal between your legs. You sighed and undulated your hips to coax his fingers where you wanted them most.

“If I—if I knew you’d react like this, I would’ve visited Metatron sooner,” you teased, your tongue loosened by pleasure from his sinful ministrations.

Michael’s chest rumbled behind you, and he suddenly leaned back and pulled you flush against him. “You play with fire, my little lamb,” he snarled into your ear. “Open your mouth.”

You whimpered and obeyed him—how could you not when the gravely tone of his voice made arousal simmer deep inside you? When your mouth fell open, he slipped two fingers inside and pressed down on your tongue. You closed your lips and sucked—you moaned when your tasted your own arousal.

“Very good,” he whispered in your ear, "you're so perfect for me." He kissed your temple and starting fucking into you, faster and harder than before. His fingers smothered your cries and you closed your eyes as pleasure rolled through you. You tilted your head back against his shoulder as he moved your body to meet his thrusts.

His rhythm became erratic as he pushed you both towards release, and he groaned when he felt your body clench around his cock. “That’s it, give yourself to me. I’ve got you, little lamb. I’ve got you.”

After a festive but exhausting lunch at Diavolo's castle, you walk back to the House of Lamentation with Lucifer and his brothers. They help carry your bags and even though some of them complain, you know they're all happy to see you again. You’re nestled between the group of them and you realize you genuinely missed them too.

You’re grateful that your room is how you left it, albeit with slightly more dust than before. The brothers scatter once you've given them souvenirs from your trip and you finally have some time to yourself. You’re about to start unpacking when there's a quiet knock on your door; when you turn around, you smile at Asmo who’s leaning against the door frame.

"Oh, hi!” You greet him with a beaming smile. “I brought something for you from the apothecary, but I can't remember which bag it's in. Come in for a sec while I look, okay?" Your bags are piled on your bed, and you unzip them one at a time to find the little basket of body care you brought back for him.

"No rush," he says airily as he closes your door and plops down in the chair at your desk. "There was something I forgot to ask you earlier, anyway."

You rummage through your bags. "Oh? What's that?" You glance at him over your shoulder. He waits until you look at him, and he sniffs the air deliberately. Your anxiety spikes, and you instinctively clench your thighs together. You nearly forgot about the damp spot in your underwear, the traces of your lovers' last gift to you. 

Asmo's lips curl into a teasing smirk. "So, how long have you been fucking Michael?"

[cutiecusp]

Edge of Heaven.

i literally wrote this in 10 minutes before i lost the idea, inspired by the Song Edge of Heaven by Wham! And a little idea about reader and Bestfriend!Simon Riley

Warnings: Fluff, a few sexual undertones, not edited or proofread.

"Oh i love this song!" You exclaim, as you lean forward to turn up the car radio. You had been on a girls night out, and begged your best friend Simon to pick you up.

"Yeah, you might, love, but you know cheesy pop isn't my thing." Simon chuckles, turning it down slightly.

"But its George..." You pout.

Simon look at you and raises an eyebrow. "Princess, I've picked you and your giggly mates up, listened to you all talk about the hot guys in the club, who kissed who, who hates who, where you all got your bloody clubbin' outfits, how your heels hurt, how many fruity drinks you all managed to consume, and dropped them all home. Best friend or not, i'm in control of the radio."

"Fine." You mock huff. "I didn't realise you were listening to us." You add, looking at him as he drove towards your house.

"I like to listen to the things you think are important." Simon states, his eyes never leaving the road. His matter of fact tone made your cheeks a little hot, and you tore your gaze away.

You close your eyes, the night catching up with you. A part of you had always fancied Simon, but you've always been too afraid to ruin what friendship you both had.

His voice broke the silence. "Fuckin' hell love, this song is sexual." He looked at you with a cheeky grin.

"You like this kinda thing sweetheart? Like those books you giggle about at book club?"

A denial was on your lips, but you swallowed it away. Tonight was different. You had been harbouring feelings for too long, so armed with the courage of your fruity drinks, you met his gaze and nodded.

"Y-yeah, Si. kinda my thing." You say quietly, gauging his reaction.

His eyes met yours, and you were surprised to see that they were dark with lust. He cleared his throat and readjusts his body in the drivers seat.

"Chains, tied up? Dirty movies?" He asks in a low voice. His hands gripping a little harder on the wheel, as he turns to the left and brings the car to a stop.

The heat on your cheeks dials up further, spreading the blush down your throat and onto your chest as he pushes your skirt up and rests his large hand on your thigh.

"Tell me to stop, sweetheart, and we will never talk about this again. but if you tell me you want this as bad as i do, it won't just be heaven where i'll be taking you."

Your breath shudders in your lungs as you feel the heat of his palm on your skin. You bite your bottom lip and nod dumbly.

"Words, love. Tell. Me." Simons gruff voice fills the car.

"Yes, Simon. I want you." you whisper, as you lean forward and softly press your lips to his.

"It's just a matter of time before my heart is looking for a home."

tagging @xoxunhinged and im thinking about a part two... but this is a rushed, rambly 10 mins, so nervous about getting it out there...

[metal-sludge]

REGGIE WU in HEAVENS EDGE's Skin to Skin (1990)

[queenofthemasquerade]

Heavens Edge - Can't Catch Me

[sracha]

ravens fucked up truck

[hungercityhellhound]

New Heavens Edge

[audible301]

I really hope the finale includes pc characters having rage-outs and whatnot, even though it’ll probably be straight PC vs NPC melee, just because like. Bad kids vs a gorgug or adaine they can’t just despell magic on would rule. PvP my beloved.

Gorgug and Adaine are the two where we’ve had some talk about what would happen and I think that they’d be incredibly interesting (and very deadly).

That being said I fully believe that their angel, their little shrimp, the man holding them together, Riz Gukgak has Batman esque files on everybody’s weaknesses just in case. A raged out Riz (a Riz who took most of his stress tokens for his friends) would be a whole different kind of dangerous. Riz who would move heaven and earth to keep his friends together no matter how much sleep he’s losing trying to keep the chaos from taking over. Riz who loves his friends dearly and does not care that they have made his life harder. Kristen who’s campaign he spent all year breaking his back for. Fig who can treat school like a joke despite knowing how important it is to him. Fabian who isn’t going to have struggle to pay for college the way Riz is. And somewhere in the back of his head Baron telling him that they will all find a partner one day and he’ll be alone. Riz does not blame his friends for any of it but a raged out Riz might not extend the same curtesy to them.

(Also I kind of do need Fabian “what are you talking about I did not attack Adaine” Aramais Seacaster to rage out. )

[remma-demma]

Do you think Hydaelyn kept track of Azem’s soul as it got reincarnated over the eons, searching for the face she knew from Elpis, growing weary as the centuries and millennia passed? That each time she gave them her blessing she got slowly weaker and weaker, until your Wol was born and she knew her time would soon be over but yours was just beginning.

I just think it’s nice that not only are we her favorite because we’re Azem, but because we’re this particular reincarnation of Azem that she knows and has been looking forward to.