#bat out of hell dominion

[l9u38c4y231]

Simon Gordon and Jordan Luke gage as Strat

[hana-no-seiiki]

May I request a yandere bat family with a Venti! Reader who has powers similar including his personality (except the reader doesn't drink alcohol)

I love your writing take care 🍟✨✨✨

B-but Venti’s whole personality is about alcoholism-

I’ll try my best tho so here ya go.

TW/CW: Reader takes the form of Bruce/Damian’s ancestor so they have black hair. But it isn’t their true self so make of it as you will. Soft Yandere. Multiple Invasions of Privacy.

YANDERE! BATFAM x VENTI! READER

You’re an immortal wind spirit. You reached the level of godhood quite a while ago and spent your days roaming the Earth.

Let’s say you were friends with Bruce’s (and therefore Damian’s) ancestor long ago, and after their death you took their shape.

Knowing these two’s genes you were quite the good looking fellow. Almost blending in as their distant relative.

You have no need for food, or other basic necessities. Hell you didn’t even need to go to school as your dominion over the wind allows you to know everything that has been spoken.

But you took it upon yourself to always be there to guide your friend’s progeny, and thus you found yourself in Damian’s school as his classmate.

You seemed pretty lax. Carefree. Maybe even lazy. Damian didn’t really care much about you aside from the fact that you looked a bit similar to his father. Many people had black hair anyways. It’s not like you were super cute and his eyes kept wandering back to you or anything.

But then you aced many of the classes.

He never saw you study. In fact you spent most of the class trying to distract him or conversing with his other classmates.

This caused him to do an investigation about you, where he found out that you don’t even exist.

At least in the eyes of the government and even the files his father kept.

You meet Tim similarly. Let’s say you three of you go to the same college and similar to Damian, you also decided to take care of the other batfamily.

…

You kind of bullied the poor guy.

You clicked pretty quickly and he was swift to start stalking you. But then also found himself with the same trouble of your ‘non-existence’. But unlike Damian who launches a full investigation, Tim has a one track mind.

He results to surveillance.

Dude has no care whatsoever about your privacy. He watches you wherever you go.

You know this, and are kinda bummed that you have to pretend to pee and do other human things. But since you’re immortal and well- know everything- you don’t have a sense of privacy + don’t react like a normal person.

Instead you pay him back by bullying him on his perversions

Like when he jerked off to you changing clothes

Or his secret collage of you which definitely contained photos of you being naked.

People are kind of offput by how Tim is obsessed over you, but are just completely baffled by how you reacted.

Like instead of going to the police or something you breach his privacy back instead and expose him. You don’t even seem perturbed just annoyed too.

In any case all this, including Damian’s investigation leads to you confessing the truth, and telling them that you were there to be a guide and whatnot.

Of course, everyone but Tim are a bit skeptical. But ever since you began helping them in vigilantism and showing just how much you knew and helped them they eased up.

Bruce has a little resentment since you weren’t there when his parents were killed. But gets over it once he found out how you’ve been tirelessly repenting

By stalking them

But I mean at least you tried

The rest I’ll cover more in the other ask that also requested Venti! Reader. Hopefully I’ll get to that soon.

EXTRA: Damian definitely witnessed your exchange with Tim and was jealous that you were giving his predecessor attention.

So he bullied him with you.

[spacedace]

Snippet/prolog thing from a DP x DC fic that lives almost entirely inside my head outside of this & a few other bits.

Please feel free to take this as an overly long prompt haha

If anyone wants context to this let me know and I'll be happy to info dump at you lol

-

The kid had been eleven the first time John Constantine met her.

A little ghost girl, too small for the crowns and dominions that were rightfully hers, wandering the world alone and unattended because to stay in one place would drive her mad - or worse. He didn’t think himself as having a particularly soft heart, but there was something about little Stella Phantom that grew on him - a bit like a mold, he liked to explain. Maybe it was the way she swore like a sailor and kicked a demon in the low hangers with a feral grin the first time he met her. Maybe it was just how lonely she looked, small and slight in the large world she was so obsessed with exploring.

She had a family. A Grave of her own that worried about her, but who couldn’t follow her on her constant travels no matter how much they wanted to. Proof that being some of the most powerful beings in existence wasn’t enough to prepare you for parenthood.

Somewhere along the lines she started following John around. Interested in what he was doing, where he was going, who he worked with. It hadn’t taken long to get her folded into JL Dark. Zantanna had blanched when he’d shown up with little Elle, pulling in the big wigs from JL Light to argue about the ethics of involving a child in their work. As if Supes and the Bat had legs to stand on with their own brood so often in the thick of danger. Elle was safer under his watch than she’d be under the loose oversight the Titans had or whatever fresh hell was going on with Young Justice but hell if anyone would listen to him on that front.

He lost the war when she met Superboy Jr. and Robin V.

She’d adored them from the start, delighted at having children her own age around to spend time with. They formed a little team, working together here and there, then more often as they got older. She still worked mostly with JL Dark, but she was growing up. Spreading her wings a bit.

Elle was seventeen when the Bonds first formed. The spider-silk thin threads finally winding themselves into the heavy binds that spilled out of her Core and reached out for anchoring in the boys. It was sickeningly sweet, in the way puppy love always was. She was too young for Core Bonds like that to settle, of course, in the way children were always too young when they fell in love the first time. It was normal though. Ghost children the Realms over made Bonds only for them to fade or change as they grew, almost never anchoring to anyone til they were full grown.

She’d blushed as red as Marvel’s suit when she realized John could see them, stuttering and embarrassed. He’d teased her about it for a long time, about how much she’d grown up, how much trouble she was going to cause, how he was going to have to fight the big bad Bat and his pet boy scout when she inevitably dishonored their poor, innocent sons. It was entertaining, endearing.

He waited for the Bonds to fade or shift. Weeks. Months. Years. As she turned nineteen, he started to wonder if they would stick around. If in another few years they might strengthen, begin the slow process of anchoring.

She was twenty-one when her boys - calling themselves Flamebird and Phoenix now - started dating each other.

The Bonds remained, steady and solid and painfully unanchored.

John stopped teasing her about them.

They hadn’t changed to accommodate platonic bonds, nor had they faded any. Their tendency to tangle around her like snare was another point of concern. Core Bonds weren’t meant to cause difficulty for the ghost they were born from, and they certainly weren’t meant to wrap around the ghost’s limbs and body in painful loops like that. They weren’t supposed to hurt.

When she was twenty three he started suggesting it might be time for intervention. The irony that he of all people would be trying to get someone to take steps to cut out the thing harming them was not lost on him. Nor was the way the fond feelings he had for the girl had skewed decisively paternal over the years in a way that his younger self would have mocked him for endlessly.

He felt better about broaching the subject knowing that her Grave had been suggesting the same thing. That he wasn’t overstepping the bounds of whatever odd partnership they’d developed over the years. John was, he had very reluctantly come to accept, the girl’s mentor if nothing else. His job was to teach her and guide her, not be her parent.

No matter what his old, battered heart might try and suggest.

Even still, he couldn’t help but be concerned.

She was twenty-five when they got temporarily launched into that broken, bleak world. When they met the Elle and Flamebird and Phoenix of that horrible dimension.

The three alternates’ bonds were anchored completely, tying the triad together in threads of silver and green. Not even Other-Elle’s complete, sickening deterioration into something cannibalistic and feral had been enough to break them. He can’t imagine how much it must have hurt to see that, for his girl to glimpse a world where something she’d longed for for so long happened, only for it to seemingly be at the expense of reality itself.

He helped cover for her, after their two groups had been mixed up and separated for the night - or what might be called night in a world that no longer had any light to make those kinds of distinctions in time. When she came back with the Flamebird and Phoenix of that world, after their little separation from the larger group he kept her two boys misdirected. Distracted Nightwing and Zantanna so they didn’t go asking too many questions he knew Elle wouldn’t want answered. The Bat John was helpless to do much about, but thankfully the big brooder seemed too intent on the desolate, lightless world itself to notice the way Elle’s gaze was going distant, bittersweet at the edges.

He didn’t know what, exactly had happened in the hours she was gone. He could guess, from the way the Other-Phoenix and Other-Flamebird looked at her, the way she avoided her boys. Loneliness and desperation made for an easy slide into bad decisions. John might just have to admit that Zantanna had been correct, all the times she’d said he was a bad influence on the girl. Not that there was any surprise there.

Elle’s Bonds were even more of a knotted mess than before. Offered something so close to anchoring only to find no purchase. They twisted about her throat like a noose now, ready to strangle the life out of her one day.

He signed off on her leave of absence when they finally made it back to their home dimension.

Anyone else would want details to write down. Would want to know the specifics of why and for how long and a whole mess of other details she either wouldn’t or couldn’t answer. He’d get his ass roasted over the fire for the mess the paperwork was in, but that was fine. He’d endured far worse for far less important reasons.

Personal leave, he’d written.

Duration of leave: indefinite.

Reason for leave: None of your fucking business, Bats.

They shared a cigarette on one of the high catwalks in the Watchtower watching dawn break on the world below. Grateful to see the sun and stars again after those two days in utter blackness. They didn’t talk about her Bonds. About what happened. About how she hadn’t talked to her Boys since coming back. Just stood and smoked. He pretended not to notice her tears. She pretended not to notice his. Neither of them had ever been any good at goodbyes.

When the time came she bumped his shoulder in thanks - for the cigarette, for the company, for the years of friendship and family - before turning and stepping through the bright purple door standing impossibly in the middle of the walkway.

He glimpsed the green of the Infinite Realms and the distant shape of her Lair beyond. A world of worlds, paradise to one that never stopped, always off to find something new, something never seen before. It was against all odds that she’d even stumbled upon this one in the first place. A small speck in the crushing infinite.

When the door closed it did so slowly, a painful whine and a soft, mournful click all that marked her leaving.

John watched it bleed out of existence, and wondered if he’d ever see her again.

Six months later, the stars started to disappear.

[seramilla]

I'm curious to know other times that sera has scolded or grounded Emily. Maybe when she was younger. I think that someone like Emily would need to something really bad or out of line for others or her mother get angry with her or in general get in trouble. So she must rarely get grounded

The first time Emily dipped a toe into creation magic without Sera’s permission and started creating her own versions of animals found on Earth. Except she didn’t know what she was doing, so there were frogs with wings, bats with long giraffe necks, rabbits with fangs and sharp claws, and all sorts of monstrous hybrids. Some cute, but most hellish beyond recognition.

The time she called St. Peter “Dad!” just to mess with him for not letting her explore outside the pearly gates.

The time she convinced a batch of freshly risen Winners that they were actually in Hell and they spent their first year absolutely devastated until Sera set the record straight.

The time she convinced some other Heaven nobles that Sera had a secret crush on them and they fought about it amongst themselves for decades until Sera found out. That explains all the flowers and candy that randomly got sent to her office all the time.

The first time Emily said “FUCK” and “SHIT”. She started saying “FORK” and “SHIRT” from then on whenever she felt the need to curse.

The time Emily punched a young Dominion angel for bullying her, telling her Sera didn’t love her, that her parents abandoned her, and that Sera should be replaced by another Seraphim. Emily eventually learned Sera is actually her mother, but at the time, she didn’t understand.

[necrotic-nephilim]

tag game & WIP game

two tag games in one post! (bc i totally didn't forget to do the first when i was tagged) the first tag game, i was tagged by @sasheneskywalker on my main!!

last song: Dark in My Imagination by of Verona

currently watching: Grotesquerie and Kevin Can F*** HImself are the main shows i'm watching! i plan to watch the Penguin but i haven't started it yet

last movie: ... probably Madame Web. for like. the sixth time.

sweet/spicy/savory: savory

relationship status: dating two partners and one girlfriend whom i all love dearly <3

current obsession: in a broad sense, DC. a more specific obsession, Cass Cain. i've got a lot of brainworms about her.

last thing i searched online: "alpine macaroni" bc it's my night to make dinner. the last thing i googled for a fic tho was "width of a penis" and "width of a bo staff" so. you make make assumptions about that.

and for the WIP game!

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Tagged by @melodyatlas

word: BATS

B [a Helena/Steph WIP]

“Batman?” Stephanie groaned, blinking her eyes into focus. The first thing she saw wasn’t the person who caught her, but the shadow they cast. It had the pointed ears and she could already hear the lecture he was about to give her. “Not even close.” The voice was deep, but distinctly female. Stephanie jumped. With a quick slice of a blade, the woman cut away the rope holding Stephanie’s arms and ankles.

A [a Dick/Lance Brunner WIP]

“All the goddamn mercenaries and contract killers I’ve called and not a single fucking one of you is willing to kill one mob boss?” The man on the other end got so huffy, he made the call go static for a moment. Lance made a point to snort loud enough for the guy to hear. “I wouldn’t take a contract for any mob boss in Gotham. But I’m sure as hell not taking one for the Red Hood. It’s called self-preservation. Google it if you have to.”

T [a Cass/Terry WIP]

Terry refuses to call them anything but panties. They certainly didn’t cover any more skin than panties would. He hadn’t the slightest clue how everything stayed in place with the skimpy, shimmering fabric. If Terry went out wearing that, he’d only win fights by making villains piss themselves from laughing after he accidentally flashed them.

S [a Slade/Tim WIP]

“Shiva,” Slade hummed, as soon as he could pinpoint a specific move the little bird couldn’t have learned from anywhere else. “The Bat convinced Shiva to train you, didn’t he?” Granted, Robin wasn’t as sharp with them, but he wasn’t half bad for the scrawny thing he was. Slade tried to kick the kid in the head, but he managed to flip out of the way, landing in a crouch a few feet away from Slade.

no pressure tagging for anyone who wants to do either of these!

@searchforahero @divine-dominion @redhoodedoutlaw @rottenapricots @sandy-writing

if you do the WIP game your word is: ROBIN

[eldritch-spouse]

With Adrul he had to conquer hell and get the various Icons to comply, what about Adelo? Does he have to prove his worth to be the ruler of Eden or is he automatically accepted because of Krulu and Miara deeming it so?

Adelo has his own challenges, and they may be perceived as easier than Adrul's, but that's up to interpretation.

See, Hell is a lot more lively than Heaven. Adrul may often have to wrangle and bruteforce his way to the top, but in the end, he has a population ready to listen to him, work and serve. Heaven is... Dead. The people there don't react much to Adelo, apart from considering him a blasphemous freak of nature. Adelo could throw the most powerful of angels around, no one would care or bat an eye. He doesn't know what to do with a population of celestials who are just bumbling about, waiting for death.

Only a handful of angels have ventured to the surface, among those Belo, Jonesy, and a small group that aids Mother in her work. Her agreement with Krulu dictates that she is not to ever claim more angels for herself, and that if she ever needs more, she can negotiate with him in the future, when Adelo holds dominion over Eden.

That essentially means all the angels still in Heaven have no highers to attend, and are oblivious to what's going on "below". Adelo has to convince them of Krulu's existence, that ue's worth worshipping, that he's a good leader- He has to lift these angels out of a multiple-century-old depression and reintroduce them to the world, in it's modern state.

That's only a portion of his work, of course.

[forcryingoutbat]

Andrew Polec - Bat Out Of Hell Cast Appreciation 2023 (1)

Andrew Polec played the role of Strat in the Manchester, London Coliseum, Toronto (2017), London Dominion and New York productions of the show. He also originated the role in the original workshop cast in New York in 2015

FUN FACT: Andrew was originally meant to reprise his role as Strat in the Australia Arena dates in 2020 before they got cancelled and rearranged.

[autisticlalna]

Heyyyyy Leooo!!

So! It's almost 2:00am over here but! I have an idea.

What if T!Viking is Dom!Viking pre-ghost? Dominion Viking didn't know who he was, but he does know that the Dominionerds just showed up one day, IMPLYING that there was a before, and there also wasn't any overlap between casts excluding Viking. Now I don't know the full cast of TSMP but I believe that the world could hypothetically fall apart if, say... The time sibling was misplaced and the space sibling died.

And from there on we see gilded, and that's immediately followed by SBK, and so on and so forth-

This was utter nonsense huh

OH MAN. OKAY. so viking has talked a bit about Ideas for dViking's backstory, with his cause of death being some sort of magical experiment going wrong. a very long time passed after, with dViking wandering the world and finding the Book along the way (which may have been written by someone he knew), and then the other dominos showed up. but that's the most we know canonically (or semi-canonically i guess, seeing as this was discussed post-Dominion as "this mightve happened", same as Blue and Yellow)

speaking of Blue and Yellow, an early early theory for TSMP (like, "start of february" early. "in response to the first fire conversation" early.) was that tViking was Yellow. that he'd gotten separated from Blue somehow / had survived being killed by her and was now Being A Bastard in TSMP. i think that take's fallen to the wayside with the more we learn about tViking, though.

Gilded being a sequel to Dominion is something ive been thinking about a lot, because i made a joke in the big powerpoint about dViking getting knocked into the void in Dominion -> idk, pops out of the void for Gilded -> gets punted back into the void. and now we have Skyblock Kingdoms, which is above a void. im trying to bat myself with a broom before i get too deep into the "summertime = dominion" theorizing, but like... if that conversation in Gilded is canon and not just a bit about how Josh and Viking were in Dominion together, then it very much is a possibility.

if we do take "Gilded and SBK is post-canon dViking" as a possibility, though, then that means he's Blue. because, yknow, Yellow died, Blue won control over Viking, fell into the void. which im not sure anyone but me has put together yet because fandom-wise we've kinda been treating dViking, Yellow, and Blue as completely separate entities (which muddled things for me for a while). hell you can see this in some of my own posts where i keep specifying Yellow and Blue when talking abt post-canon dViking bc thats how theyre often brought up. this is a tangent sorry lmao

[importantdeerpizza]

A short incomplete list of the animals associated with Lilith, along with their a brief look at their symbolism:

Spiders: *weavers of fate and destiny *knot magic *feminine power *wisdom *binding magic *death *rebirth *caution *entanglement *wisdom *creation *illusion *mystery *growth *cunning *fate *traps

Spiders Biblical Symbolism: *the devil as he prepared his traps like a spider does a web *high level demons *black magic *the miser, as the spider bleeds the fly as the miser bleeds the poor *the cobweb representa human frailty *the malice of evil doers.

Wolves: *guardians *loyalty *protection *family *leadership *tricksters *carnality

Biblical: *cruelty *villainous *hunger *lust *dangers in disguise *dishonesty.

Owls: *links between realms *messengers of secrets and omens *shapeshifting *insight *clairvoyance *death *wisdom *prince of darkness *unclean spirits

Lions: *courage *power *justice *royalty *wisdom *authority *strength *male & female *ferocity *dominion *guardians *protectors of hearth and home *beauty *fearlessness *destruction *good communication.

Ox/Bull: *level-head *strength *stamina *confidence *persistance *lunar and solar *provider *bridge between two worlds *fertility *rage

Vultures: *survival, death, misery, purification, messengers of underworld, guardians of hell, keepers of secret lore of life and death, skill, watchfulness, calculated, protective, saturn and mars, mother-bird, prophecy, air/rain.

Rhino: judgement, freedom, agility, earth and earth magic, solitude, balance, short temper, past lives, ancient wisdom, instincts, gratitude, stability.

Crocidiles/alligators: longevity, fierceness, explosive power, death grip, they bring magic of alchemy and crystal balls, they are creatures of land and water.

Swans: grace, beauty, venus, motherhood, earth/air/water, dreams, transformation, union, elegance, partnerships, solar, divine energy/descent of Gods to earth, black swans-darkside, shadows, death, omens.

Bats: rebirth, intuition, secrets, blood magic, initiations.

Blackbirds Biblical: temptation, sin.

Hogs biblical: demons of sensuality and lust.

Scorpions biblical: evil, judas, treachery.

Dragons biblical: satan

Fox biblical: fraud, lust, cunning, cruelty, darkside of magic, dark manipulation of magic, negative sorcery.

…

These are just a few notes I thought I would share for anyone interested, I left out some of the ones I believed people already knew of. I forgot to mention, that these animals are associated with Lilith and the other brides of Samael, along with her different aspects.

[trickstarbrave]

had a dream about a falmer/snow elf who had been made by the thalmor in an effort to bring back snow elves (made by like. selective breeding and a hell of a lot of magic in the worst ways possible with a lot of failures. and their only remotely successful one that wasnt outright a blind, bat-like falmer was one who was still part altmer)

said snow elf grew up heavily under dominion control. you might be asking “why would they do this” and the answer was to apparently get access to snow elf only old ruins that have connections to auriel and the towers. despite all the thalmor blasting it wasnt working nor was trying to use the mutated falmer because they would just outright scream in a panic and refuse to open it regardless of how much pain the thalmor put them in

and then the snow elf found out they were a dragonborn and started dragon shouting their way out of dominion control which was fun

all and all a. weird dream

[deadmacabre]

🎶✨ When you get this, you have to write down 5 songs you actually listen to and post them. Then send this (ask or tag) to 10 cool ppl✨🎶

tagged by @mellosakicc, (sick tunes, btw) so happy to get tagged, I don't really interact that much with my main blog! Sorry if Danzig is in there a couple times, but that's what I'm listening to rn.

Dominion, Danzig

Respite on the Spitalfields, Ghost

Brand New God, Danzig

Sex Magick, Twin Temple

Bat Out of Hell, Meatloaf

Erm, not sure who to tag since most of my followers are pornbots, but whoever wants to do this and perhaps some people who will enjoy it: @fannyinfinity, @eliotbynight, @floysdaughter, @lookbookfortherecentlydeceased, @abbraccistrettiallecostole

[evocation-of-mystical-eidolons]

I nodded and started presently a phantasmal and grotesque appendage slipped into my view...calcinated by the purification of spectral larvae I dozed and was sent whirling down nether abysses of non individuated oneness as of Neoplatonists...my eyes wrenched toward acrid gaudy lights drunk as of tenuous shadows tenebrous litten by eld mothy moon eared excrescences protruding from the luminous aether in unbounded spaces my neck snapped under pressure of pachydermatous hands of ferruginous salts of ammonia my brain was ravaged and I sunk utterly...infinite revulsion of spirit anguish clad by raiment of oleaginous and unctuous agglutinations of loathsome putrescent slime of eggs of enormous Worms and toads of fungal larvae and maggot born exhalations as of ophiolatrous worshippers beating ponderous drums to the tattoo of infernal rhythms my heart was choked and withering to hoary greybeards in the Selene clad prognathous cerements palls blackened teeming with spermatozoa and oocytes alleles as of genetic abominations delivered to my knowledge through cacophonous dins of insensate pulsating horrors acrimonious and ragged drug through miry fens and bogs of abhorrent medieval sorcerers witches clad in starry lachrymose textiles wrought from the skin of wyverns...my mental proscenium was filled with visions miasmal and horrendous celestial and glacial primal and prehistoric teeming masses of ancient organisms the entire phylogeny tree bifurcation and budding in myriad efflorescence's and umbels roseate honied speech flowed from the lips of maidens defiling from an eld cathedral clad in lace dresses as of white snow tresses as of ravens a grand processional of mystic proportions these imidrizing visions gave way to a new tide of repulsive abnormities flowed in unending tortuous cascades grim spectres of deaths heads and a tide of seething masses of horrid bat deamons culled from nether acrid caves as of trolls and moss swords and castles crypts buried rotting spectres phantoms of nitre-encrusted toads lurking in swampy fens denizens of ancient eld dominions of wizened cronies Hyperborean mages of alchemical phantasies philtres of love potions...I wavered and faltered encumbered by noisome vapors beset my nocturnal owls of sulphur and bitumen my soul froze and I wearied agonized by tumultuous vast scurrying thoughts of anguished wails of frightful ogres and ghouls, spawn of Tartarus and the eternal limitless abyss of Nyx. Beaten goaded and sickened my spirit breaks and is tattered and ravaged by innumerable orcs Elven faeries capered to and fro in front of the darksome and brooding grotto they danced a merry and gay jig the Gladsome and light airy fays or the aerial and ethereal sylph of Paracelsus I was entranced and filled with myriad tender thoughts as I gazed at the joyous dance of the eld little folk yet I was as yet still beset by ravages of the mind...ineffably weary weltschmerz unspeakable existential dread the vast and sardonic derision of the evil propagator of the universe I was tossed tempestuously and rendered derelict and abandoned my body was benumbed by an ancient and terrible icy frost of Norse hells beset beleaguered and bombarded beaten and torn ripped limb from limb utterly extirpated my soul cried out in horrendous despair why ? And the silence mocked my personal credo quia absurdums of Thomas Browne formulated and expressed at my utter limit of anguish De Profundis Domine Lord of the depths I have cried to thee blot out my iniquities , lord have mercy my anguish is yet a species of pride to be simple and humble to be meek I will do penance and mortify my concupiscent desires of the flesh self flagellate and beat my breast have pity on a lost soul wandering in the barren and desolate desert of Nubia I execrate this paltry and puerile life it is devoid of any worth it is a vanity and a lie a profound dearth worthless and ragged and torn asunder...I was slightly taken aback by this sudden torrent of pious devotion which had sprang from my lips I gazed at a crucifix hanging on the wall and thought of the Spanish black Madonna's and the byzantine Christ Panocrator...newly inspired I quickly navigated to the yt channel poesie psychotique vaguely felt affinities to my own experiences a vindication a link to an artistic vision of chaotic and beautiful nay more basically rich vibey vague and various Imagos as of moths of aether and silken dreams wrought in batik Malayan textiles...next I gingerly lifted a mug of fortifying libation of rich earth mould acidulous coffee darker than black as of anime archetypes creating effectively infinite expansive legendariums I sipped and savoured the rich flavour, the inimitable beverage quaffed by decadent dandys nay that was the green fairy Absinthe...my thoughts wandered and new images wrought of psychobabble formed novel and magnificent malformations upon my mental proscenium I plodded along the circuitous and labyrinthine passage of an eld mouldering city of vast cyclopean edifices raised by some archaic prehistoric race who worshipped ithyphallic monolithic idols of rough hewn basaltic stone and porphyry...I glimpsed terrible and arcane carvings and hieroglyphs carven into the malevolent stone which forbode of unknown and arcane rituals of sacrifice to zoomorphic and amorphous god beings extraterrestrial eldritch abominations spawned in the further reaches of Saturn at the edges of the cosmos...they were fungoid beings born from aerial sporangia which traveled galactic distances and arrived on Saturn countless aeons ago they were the Old Ones the Elder Gods identified with all the primal earthly deities of El and Astarte the horned goddess who dances a gyrating and lascivious ritual before the Tetrarch incense laden an perfumed of rich and fragrant myrrh and balsam and also darker satanic perfumes of acontium and wolfsbane they were henna painted and curved voluptuously to the tattoo of a drum beaten incessantly a decadent femme fatale an intoxicating houri of Islamic paradise an exotic oriental goddess the avatar of the destroyer Kali of brooding Kolkata which birthed deafening and thunderous war metal pummeling in its torrent of audial sonic desecrating filth.

[jules-tells-a-story]

shahar hissed between gritted teeth as their captor shook the bars of their cage, forcing them awake. their head throbbed with the horrible sound of rattling bones and guttural laughter, ears ringing as they struggled to stand upright in their suspended prison. the stench of rotting flesh and iron clogged their nostrils, making every inhale a herculean effort. reaching blindly beneath their trenchcoat, they felt a slight movement at their side, and a small hand reached up to take theirs. for a moment, their mind felt clear as they remembered why they were here in the first place.

"we never thought we'd be seeing you again!" the demon laughed from above them. he hung before the cage like a great bat, taloned feet sinking into the oozing flesh above them. the flesh was all shahar could see for miles in any direction. no sky, no rivers, no mountains; just an unceasing, unending dimension of blood, bone, and rancid, pulsing meat.

"haven't forgotten what happened the last time you came down here, did you?" the demon said, reaching out with one clawed hand. shahar's piercing eyes locked onto the demon as his claws scratched down the map of burn scars over their arm, a swirling mass of scars that stretched over their entire upper body and neck. the slightest touch made shahar shudder with disgust.

they knew this one. he'd been called tobias a lifetime ago. in the hierarchy, he'd been one of the kyriotes, the dominions, watching over the planets and stars. now, he'd been reduced to nothing more than a glorified jailor, and yet he seemed to be revelling in it.

what happened to you, old friend?

"where are we?" a small, timid voice asked from beneath shahar's coat. tobias' eyes widened with a sick glee as he circled the cage, the flesh above him squelching with every step as he made his way over to the boy.

"you're in hell, kid," he spat, his smile growing in a twisted facsimile of joy as he lowered his face towards the cage. "i hope you like it, because you're not going anywhere anytime soon." climbing the bars of the cage, tobias crawled over to face shahar and taunted, "i thought it was your job to keep people like him from coming down here. some guardian you turned out to be!"

shahar's eyes flashed with a determined light as they moved between the boy and the demon. "you keep your slimy hands off of him, i swear to god-"

the exclamation made tobias laugh in a sick glee, throwing his head back, rotting tongue lolling out of a mouth with too many yellowing, chipped teeth. "what's god gonna do about it?" he asked. "he's got nothing to do with what happens down here."

shahar didn't flinch at the obvious attempt to shake their fortitude. "you're not getting him," they said, voice low and steady. "not while i'm still here."

tobias squinted and cocked his head to one side, his sallow face morphing into a wicked sneer. "then i guess we'll just have to get rid of you, won't we?"

"do what you want, demon," shahar snarled, their grip on the boy's hand tightening. "no amount of torture will affect me anymore. there's nothing you can do what humanity has already done to me in both spirit and body."

this only made tobias howl with laughter, his horrible voice echoing over the fleshy hellscape. "you've always been a strange one, shahar," he grinned, shaking his head. "you say that, and yet you've come all the way down here for the sake of one human child." he started to stretch his twisted hand into the cage, reaching for the terrified boy cowering at shahar's side. "if humanity is so awful, then let's make this easier for both of us, and let me take this one off your-"

a flash of brilliant red erupted from within the cage, making tobias hiss and pull backwards. shahar's eyes glowed a brilliant silver, an unending light piercing through the infernal dark, as their trenchcoat pulled away from their body, morphing into a pair of mighty, maroon wings. their wings pounded against the cage, threatening to crack the bones that comprised their prison.

"i know what humanity is like," shahar growled, wings bristling, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the demon above them. "i've seen more of humanity's bullshit than any of you bastards could ever dream of. i've seen the depravity, the violence, the abuse, the gutters that none of you fuckers would even touch while you were still in the hierarchy. i've seen shit up on earth that would make you squirm."

they lowered themselves down to the bottom of the cage, not in submission, but in defiance as they pulled their terrified charge close to their chest. the boy's eyes, wild with terror, searched shahar's face for any sense of fear, but only found righteous rage as they wrapped their arms around him.

"but you know what?" shahar hissed. "i still love them. every last fucked up reject on that planet. i'd go through hell for every single one of them because at least they can change. at least they aren't doomed to live through this cycle that you perpetuate for yourselves. at least they can lift each other up when all you bastards do is drag everyone down with you. i'd spend the rest of creation until armageddon down here to protect them all despite everything they've done, because no matter how horrible, how awful, and how unholy humanity gets, they will ALWAYS be better than you."

shahar's gaze pierced through the astonished demon, daring him to come any closer as they wrapped their magnificent wings around the boy in an impenetrable embrace.

"do what you want with me," shahar demanded. "i'm not going anywhere."

“do what you want Demon. no amount of torture will affect me anymore, there’s nothing you can do what Humanity has already done to me in both spirit and body when i was alive”

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Shout out to All American Patriots out there who make "Unity" Happen. Senile Biden didn't do it, the STUPID who collided with Obama, took your money for concerts and entertainment

That video that one girl did with Jason Aldean song "go woke go broke" damn i never realized how many Americans patriots felt that way, after seeing so many SHORTS made out of that song, shorts in all kinds of forms which lets you know SILENT MAJORITY OF FOLKS ARE LISTENING, ITS AMAZING! We all don't want to see America fall. Biden, the demoncrats, MAINSTREAM MEDIA , CELEBRITIES LIKE TAY TAY SWIFT(PEOPLE DONT REMEMBER HER HOSTILE TWITTER QUOTE ABOUT ORANGE MAN HOW HE SHOULD GO TO HELL ROTT, NOBODY VOTE FOR HIM) DO YOU GUYS REMEMBER TWITTER HATRED QUOTE TAYLOR SWIFT DID DURING CAMPAIGN ELECTION IN 2020?

Revisit Recap : 2020 campaign election

NO BECAUSE ALL THAT HAS BEEN WIPED OUT, YET HERE WE ARE IN 2023 SHE BECAME MOST POPULAR BITCH ON SOCIAL MEDIA GAINING SO MANY FOLLOWERS AND PEOPLE ATTENDING HER CONCERTS. Some people I work with are HARD CORE TAYLOR SWIFT FANS. Its like Mainstream Media which is controlled by the GOVT will focus on shit that you shouldnt know. Same with all the Fucking Homicide, the killings in each state..But yet here we are, thier HATRED FOR TRUMP STILL RISES BECAUSE NOW THAT BIDEN IN POWER PRESIDENT HE CAN GET ALL CONTROL AND USE EVERYTHING AGAINST ORANGE MAN TO GET HIM LOCKED UP. BIDEN CAN TWIST EVERY WORD , ALLEGATIONS AND MAINSTREAM MEDIA CNN, YAHOO, TMZ, NBC, FOX NEWS, ALL THOSE FUCKERS STIR UP THE PUBLIC.

LIKE THAT STUPID PUBLICITY FOR CALIFORNIA SO CALLED HURRICAN HILLARY, FROM THE RESIDENTS OF CALIFORNIA IN THAT STATE I SPOKEN TO , ALL IS FINE NOTHING HAPPEN. LIKE ANY OTHER RAIN OR WHATEVER. THE MEDIA THE DEMONCRAT GOVERNOR NEWSOM WENT ABOVE AND BEYOND TO MAKE IT SOUND LIKE CALIFORNIA WAS OVER. NO I THINK TEXAS, FLORIDA, NEW YORK, ATLANTA, INDIANAPOLIS, MINNESOTA AND OTHER STATES HAVE IT MORE BAD.

So whats my point, my point is that communites are helping eachother from destroying eachother. Yet people bow down to the government and taylor swift and the fucking celebrities as if they were responsible for helping US PUNY AMERICAN PATRIOTS out. The little people.. The fact that that video i shared, man alot people are making that viral in thier own silent way. I think thats awesome, im silent here because ya'll know whats up and how shit works and how many corrputed people will try to use DIRT to destroy your life, the life you build..

I did not watch the 2023 presidential debate. WHY? BECAUSE I LOST HOPE IN OUR PRESIDENTAL ELECTION AFTER SENILE BIDEN GOT ELECTED BY THE DOMINION MACHINE, HELP OF BAD APPLES IN ALL STATES TO DROP MORE MAIL IN VOTES, A PRESIDENT SAT IN HIS BASEMENT ENTIRE CAMPAIN IN 2020 ELECTION DID NOT DESERVE TO BE THIS PRESIDENT. THE ONE who is creating war, death amongst the United states. The fact that thier alot of people killing eachother all over the united states in small poor communities are at the highest risk, murders

Nobody REMEMBERS VALDERADE SHOOTINGS WHAT WAS IT 19 KIDS, 2 ADULTS, ASIAN HATE CRIME AND NAIL SALOON 4 SHOOTERS, MORE KILLINGS EVERYWHERE, THIS IS UNDER UNITED STATES PRESIDENT BIDEN THAT PEOPLE ARE SO HAPPY ABOUT. YET PEOPLE ARE PRAISING TAYLOR SWIFT? LIKE WHY? DID SHE HELP WITH ANYTHING BUT MORE MONEY INCOME FOR HERSELF?

Whats worst an unsolictied virus known as covid 19? that originated from a bat cave. Then people and media pointed to orange man. Member CNN making every show a ticking time bomb of deaths every day.

The media never points anything bad about Senile Biden , it puppets and its FAMOUS CELEBRITIES THAT.

CNN , the CELEBRITIES, TMZ. YAHOO, MSBC, THE HILL they dont do the TICKING TIME BOMB HOW MANY MURDERS, DEATH HAPPEN UNDER HIS PRESIDENCY. WHY THEY DONT DO THAT, THATS NOT FAIR. LIKE THE UNFAIR ELECTION.

That's how new LEADERSHIP is at my old COMPANY. YOU DARE QUESTION, CHALLENGE THIS EVIL DIRECTOR, SUPERVISOR, YOU ARE DONE, WHICH MEANS WHAT THEY DO THE ORANGE MAN, WHAT I HAD EXPERIENCED. IT HAS BEEN CRAZY WAY TO HEAL and not go to the liberal/demoncratic behavior.

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Bat Out Of Hell - The Musical photos from London Dominion

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Love that these two have matching blood pics ! Benjamin Purkiss and Simon Gordon; two incredible Strats!