#gospel of the horns

[wakeupandsmellthecarcass]

I love gospel of the horns so much! I'm such a sucker for black thrash♡

[blackmetalvampire]

⚡ GOSPEL OF THE HORNS ⚡ 🇦🇺

[triste-guillotine]

GOSPEL OF THE HORNS "Eve of the Conqueror" MLP 1999 ('...The hammer will fall, Splitting the boundaries of life and death as we know. Cause we're a force, a force to be reckoned with...')

"Before one enters the palace of courage You must ask yourself : "Are you ready to die ?" Are you prepared to bleed, do you know what death tastes like Have you gazed into the blood soaked corridors of immortality

This warrior is armed to the teeth This warrior has life and death in the palm of his hands And sips the wine of mistaken identity And consumes the thought : "Is this my last stand ?"

Harness the beast from within The upper hand is ours All things sacred to you I'll smite The primal instinct to win

For man is never truly alive Until he has felt paralysing fear wash over him in a ruthless tide I'm guided by the power of the pentagram My honour, my devotion, our union..."

Eve Of The Conqueror | Gospel Of The Horns | Invictus Productions (bandcamp.com)

[altardream]

WE ARE BACK BITCHESSSS

[e-c-i-m]

Dear Child of God,

Jesus deliver us!

Love, ECIM

Video: Canva Music: Oh Lord My Rock - Unknown

[cryptidghostgirl]

Make You Wish Chapter Four -- Vox

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: I don't think there are any for this chapter? Correct me if I am wrong.

Word Count: 1,225

Previous Part: Chapter Three -- A Reunion

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A/N I wasn't planning on posting this until tomorrow, but it seems to have some rather excited fans so here is chapter four (and the fourth thing I'm publishing today. We're very done for the day. I am tried and have actual work to do.) Also guys, I'm screaming. I accidentally deleted the whole things right before I was gonna post it. Thankfully I had a draft from when it was almost done save but like, god that sucked.

On the screen was Vox, seated behind a desk.

"Top of the hour and we're discussing a certain has-been how has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven year absence." Vox was saying, a poorly drawn image of Alastor displayed on the screen to his left.

Y/n saw Alastor's ear twitch with irritation.

"Yeah." she sighed, folding her arms across her chest, "Vox has gone kinda crazy since you left. I told you, things got tough."

"Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? More on tonight's program." Vox said through the TV, shuffling a stack of papers.

Alastor changed the channel with another flick of his finger.

"Hun, don't worry yourself with it." Y/n advised, "He's still gonna be there tomorrow."

The new channel showed a talk-show set up, Vox-2-Nite, where Vox was both host and guest.

"So, the old Radio Demon is back in town." host Vox was saying to himself as guest.

"Why is he hanging around?" guest Vox asked, taking a sip from a mug that had 'fuck Alastor' written on the side.

"Al." Y/n warned, sensing her friends irritation growing.

"What does that mean for your family?" Host Vox asked before Alastor changed the channel again.

Vox was on the screen again, before a bright red curtain.

"Well, handily, I've got good news." he was saying theatrically, "He's a loser, a fossil, and I don't mean to sound hostel-"

Alastor changed the channel again. This time to one of Vox's mega church broadcasts. Vox stood in the center of the screen wearing a pope's hat with an inverted cross on it.

"But the demon is a coward!" he announced, his words matching the previous channels sentiments perfectly.

"Jesus, V." Y/n asked, eyes wide, "How many channels are you running this on?"

"You can take that as gospel. Pulling my viewers? Impossible. I'm visual, he's barely audible."

"Y/n." Alastor hummed, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Yeah?"

"You wont mind if I handle this quickly. We can have our little chat after, I promise. It wont take more than a moment."

"I don't know, Al..." Y/n sighed, crossing her arms and tapping her foot slightly, "This isn't good for you, letting him get under your skin like this."

Alastor changed the channel again. A cooking show appeared and Vox was standing before the oven, singing along to the music playing in the background.

"But he should've stayed away! While he hid in radio, we pivoted to video!"

Vox on screen turned to the oven as he sang, opening it and pulling out a deer's head on a plate. Y/n bristled at the site, her horns growing just the tiniest bit longer, her teeth just the smallest bit sharper.

"And now his medium is getting bloody rare!"

"Al?" Y/n asked sharply.

"Yes, darling?"

"I lied." Y/n turned to face him, "He took this shit musical. Rip him a new one."

"Oh!" Millie exclaimed, excitedly grabbing onto Moxxie's arm, "We're gonna get a show!"

Alastor's grin widened at Y/n's words, if that was even possible. He stuck his hand out to the side, his microphone materializing in his grasp.

"Lucky for me, I've got the best voice this side of the divide on my side." he noted, shooting Y/n a look.

Her eyes flashed red.

"You flatter me."

Alastor brought his microphone to his mouth, suddenly exceedingly calm. The imps present in the room watched in shock as his ears flattened along his head.

"Salutations, good to be back on the air!" he announced into the device, "Yes I know it's been a while since someone with style treated hell to a broadcast. Sinners rejoice!"

Vox's brow furrowed on the TV screen as he inched up close to the camera.

"What a dated voice." Vox shot back, clearly listening to Alastor's broadcast on the set of his cooking show.

"Instead of a clout chasing, mediocre, video podcast." Alastor continued, not showing any sign he had noticed the TV demon's insult, "Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothing working?"

"Ignore his chirping!" Vox commanded from the TV.

Y/n laughed and, turning to face Alastor, realized the man held a hand out to her. With a smile, she took it and he spun her into his arms as he spoke. The music echoed through the office as Alastor raised the volume on the TV once again.

"Every day he's got a new format."

Alastor spun Y/n back out again as the pair began dancing.

"You're looking at the future!" Vox yelled back, "He's the shit that comes before that!"

As Alastor spun Y/n back into his arms, she laid one of her hands on top of his holding the microphone and pulled it closer to her face.

"Is Vox as strong as he purports, or is it based on his support?" she sang in a clear voice, Blitzo, Millie, and Moxxie's eyes widening with recognition at the sound, "He'd be powerless without the other Vees."

"That's true!" Alastor noted, pulling the microphone back to himself as Y/n let go of his hand and he spun her back out again.

"It can't be..." Moxxie muttered under his breath.

"Holy shit!" Millie cut him off, excitement creeping into her voice, "There's no way, Y/n is the guest star?"

"The fuck are you two talking about?" Blitzo asked, turning to Millie and Moxxie as they watched the couple continue to dance.

"Well, Sir," Moxxie began, fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket, "back before the Radio Demon went missing, he used to bring guests onto the show on occasion. There was one guest he never named during his broadcasts however. She mostly just sang songs and chatted with him but, she sounded an awful lot like Y/n did just now."

"You don't say." Blitzo hummed, his arms crossed as he turned back to Y/n and Alastor, "So much for little miss 'oh, my life has been so boring. You'd probably just fall asleep if I started talking about it!' She is so gonna get it later."

Alastor let go of Y/n's hand and leaned into the microphone, beginning to sing as well, using the music emanating from the TV as a base.

"And here's the sugar on the cream: he asked me to join his team!"

"Hold on!" Vox yelled.

"I said no and now he's pissy, that's the tea!" Alastor finished, ignoring the demon once again.

"You old timey prick!" Vox exclaimed, his face glitching slightly as Y/n wandered back over to Alastor.

She leaned an elbow on his shoulder, tilting her head to the side in amusement as they watched Vox struggle.

"I'll show you suffering!"

"Aww, the TV is buffering." Y/n said, leaning into the microphone, her voice dripping with sickly sweet pity.

"I'll destroy yoo-o-u-u" Vox exclaimed as his technical difficulties seemed to grow worse.

Alastor and Y/n exchanged a wicked pair of smiles as the TV flickered out. Shadows crept from the edges of the room, encircling their feet. Alastor held an arm out to Y/n once again which she took with a smile. In a flash of darkness, they were gone.

"What the fuck was that?" Loona asked, stalking into the room.

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Next Part -> Chapter Five -- The Conversation

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Masquerade of the Sinners

pairing: ???!Joshua x fallen angel fem!reader

genre: smut. minors dni.

warnings: praise, dirty talk, mentions of incubus powers, unprotected sex (stay safe), creampie, sub!reader, dom!shua, religious imagery and defilement (again), making out, manhandling, spanking, squirting, overstimulation, hair pulling, mentions of blood and murder

word count: ~1.4k

summary: keeping up the appearances to deceive humans is joshua's expertise. but you have become the perfect apprentice, the mask of innocence bearing no cracks for the humans to gaze upon.

Author's note: hello beloveds <3 had a sudden burst of inspo thanks to the shua pics from the latest fansign and decided to expand a little on Fall From Grace :)

taglist: @junkissed @shuadotcom @bitchlessdino @duhnova

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations without permission allowed.

Another Sunday, another successful preaching from the altar.

A few months ago, Joshua was gagging at the idea of faking the role of a young and kind priest, devoted to God and His words. 

But now? After exposing himself to you and defiling you in a way only his kin know best, his daily life has become way more interesting.

It’s as if the bells of Apocalypse have rung in the Heavens and the archangels decided to send horde after horde of angels to execute him. Yet every single attempt has proven futile, with the heavenly creatures ending up lifeless in a pile of blood and pearly white feathers or breathless and full of his seed.

What’s even more amusing to him is that none of the puny humans around him have caught wind of his true nature.

“Hm. How foolish.” He chuckles to himself as he closes the small Bible in his hands. He goes to the small room where he keeps his robes and the rest of the books he uses for various ceremonies and other church activities.

Speaking of activities, he still despises the choir sessions. The gospels echoing from the mouths of the choir members and bouncing off the walls of the church always give him a headache, to the point of nosebleeds.

However, seeing some of the girls attend the choir just to ogle at him and purposefully wait during after hours to talk to him in private or for…other matters makes the whole choir experience a little more tolerable.

“Aren’t you tired of fooling around with these human weaklings, Joshua?”

You stand against the closed gates, leaning your back on the heavy wood.

Joshua’s lips curl into a wicked smirk. “Good evening, my dear. What brings you here tonight?”

“You know fully well why I’m here, you demonic creature.” You walk towards the altar and reach in front of him.

“Ah, of course. You want revenge for losing your status, don’t you?”

“Not just that.” You grit your teeth.

“What else then?” He asks, feigning innocence.

You gulp audibly, shame washing over your body when you remember the first time you let him ravage you like prey caught in a trap. 

You lift your shirt and lower your pants just enough to show him the two incubus tattoos engraved on your lower pelvis - a small heart surrounded by thorns and a star underneath their junction, connecting to another, larger heart with horns protruding. 

Joshua licks his lower lip hungrily. “So that is what you’re talking about.”

“You need to remove this, now.” You demand with a steady voice.

“I’m afraid I cannot do this, sweetheart.” He glues his eyes on you, irises glowing red. “The marks of an incubus are permanent once placed upon another body.”

“Liar, you were the one who put those marks in the first place! You must know how to take them away!” You raise your voice at him.

“The only way to not have these marks is to withstand and push away the charms of an incubus, Y/N. And as far as I remember, you did nothing of the aforementioned.” 

You feel your body lighting up on fire all of a sudden, heat starting to pool in your panties. No, he can’t be right.

“That’s the Gaze. Once someone looks at you lustfully, your entire body is immediately aroused.” Joshua explains.

“M-Make it stop.” Your voice comes out weaker than it was supposed to.

“I can make it stop for a while. But are you sure you want me to, pretty angel?”

You barely manage to suppress a whimper before pulling Joshua’s body flush to yours, smashing your lips to his with a carnal fervor. 

The last time you experienced this type of fervor was when he exposed his true nature to you.

Joshua moans in your mouth and wraps his tongue around yours, his arms grabbing your waist to manhandle you towards the altar.

He breaks the kiss and pins you on the sacred place, tracing his fingers over the larger mark.

“The one below is Trigger. There are two phrases I can say to you, each one with different effects.”

“W-What phrases are they?” You ask meekly.

“I already used the first one, angel. It was just to make you a tad bit hornier. The other one will just seal the deal.” He takes off his robes and reveals his chiseled body, along with his demonic horns.

“Joshua, s-stop making me beg already!” You kick your legs at him, but he grabs them by your thighs and reaches for the hem of your pants, pulling them down until they are completely off your body.

“That will happen too, sweetheart. But I wanna have fun with you first.”

He turns you around and pushes your head down on the altar, running his hands over the curve of your ass.

“For a fallen angel, you have an ass that would make even a succubus jealous.” He spanks your ass twice and then runs his hands over your back, raising your shirt to expose the scars on your back, where your wings once existed.

“You have been so good at blending in with the humans here and attending church every Sunday like a good little lamb, listening to my preachings as if I was your God.”

You let out a loud moan as you clench around emptiness, wetness starting to drip down your thighs. Joshua rips them in half with his hands and takes out his cock, rubbing the tip between your folds.

“Shua, please, fuck me, please!��� You grip the edge of the altar, begging for something inside you.

Joshua lets out a deep chuckle. “Can’t deny you when you beg so prettily.” 

He slams his cock inside you with one fluid thrust, your thighs shaking from feeling full in a split second.

“You’re taking me even better than last time, little angel. I’m impressed.” He leans his torso on your back, caging you between the cold surface and his body. “You are just so good at everything, aren’t you?”

“T-Thank you, thank you so m-much, Shua.” You answer between short sobs, body jerking forward with each thrust he delivers.

“It’s so rewarding to see you don the pretty mask of the kind newcomer who is so pure and innocent, as if you were the new guardian angel of this town.” He grips your hair and pulls it violently. “Only for me to crush it into millions of pieces every night on this damn altar, like I’ve done with your former brothers and sisters.”

Under different circumstances, you would have driven a blade of Empyrean steel through his skull, but the nearly mind-numbing pleasure has made you a pliant mess in Joshua’s hands.

And you consciously love it.

It could be the marks on your body, but ever since you fell from Heaven, you’ve been craving his touch, his gaze, his voice, his everything.

“There is something about you that makes me want to keep you for myself, away from any living being, be it human, angel or even demon.” He admits between pants, a clear signal of his impending orgasm. 

“S-Shua, I- n-”

“I know, angel, I know.” He pants and lets go of your hair to wrap his arms around your torso and lift it off the altar, flush to his chest.

“I’m cumming!” You scream on top of your lungs, voice echoing in the empty church as you reach your climax and squirt all over the altar. Joshua doesn’t stop pistoning his hips against your ass, overstimulating you on purpose.

“You look so hot when you make a mess in God’s house, little lamb.” He moans in your ear and cums inside you, painting your insides white with his load. His hand caresses the glowing womb tattoos, the red sheen matching the one emitting from his hellish eyes.

You turn your head around and kiss him, teeth and tongue messily clashing with each other.

“I c-cannot see God anymore.” You confess breathlessly.

Joshua gives you a sardonic smile as he slips out of you and rolls you on your back so you can face him in all of his glory, his cum staining your legs.

“Your God stands in front of you, little lamb.”

[sinfulscorchings]

(𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕜𝕪) 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕛𝕠𝕙𝕟𝕟𝕪 . *. ⋆ 𝕛𝕠𝕙𝕟𝕟𝕪 '𝕤𝕠𝕒𝕡' 𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕙

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ⋆ ꜱᴏᴀᴘ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ⋆ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʙ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀꜱᴋ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʏ ꜱᴇᴀ ꜱʜᴀɴᴛɪᴇꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜱᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇɴʏ ʜɪᴍ.

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ⋆ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ʜᴜᴍᴏʀ, ᴅᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ, ᴅʀᴜɴᴋᴇɴɴᴇꜱꜱ, ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ, ꜱᴇᴀ ꜱʜᴀɴᴛɪᴇꜱ (ꜱᴏᴀᴘ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴇᴍ), ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴡᴀᴄᴋ ᴘʀᴇᴍɪꜱᴇ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ, ɢᴀᴢ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ ʜᴏᴍɪᴇ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴀᴘ ɪᴛꜱ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜱɪᴄᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⋆ 2ᴋ

➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ⋆ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

➼ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ⋆ ʀᴀɴᴅʏ-ᴅᴀɴᴅʏ ᴏʜ, ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ʟᴀᴅɪᴇꜱ, ᴡʜɪꜱᴋʏ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴏ'

⋆ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʙᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪᴍ ᴘᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏᴅ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 . *. ⋆

The unmistakable sound of stentorian banter echoing through the pub walls leaves no room for your eyes to linger anywhere else. Price reluctantly allowed his men to have a lax night off base before they were off on another long op in the Afghan valleys, and you’d been hooked by the arm and asked so cordially to join by the dashing scot sergeant. 

Soon enough, you’re being led by the hand out of the base and piled into the back of a cabbie squished between him and Gaz and headed straight to the nearest pub. You stood no chance against that handsome smile and bright blue eyes, anyway.

His laughter now demands all your attention and brings your heart to a halt every time you catch his gaze.

Soap is drunk. Very, very drunk. You’re unsure if you’ve seen him so loose with his body, sturdy shoulders swaying to an invisible tide, firm hands twitching and curling around his glass. He leans against the booth the rest of the task force is sitting, smile bearing low, lazy yet purposeful, lashes so perfectly framing those little pockets of sky.

No matter how long you look at him, you don’t think you’ll ever get over how pretty he is. Whether or not he’s aware of how smitten you are doesn't stop you.

You wouldn’t say you had a crush on Johnny. That word was so… juvenile. And putting on labels on feelings like this are too difficult, anyway. Rather than trap it in a box, you’ll just let your feelings roam and flourish how it pleases. 

Your feelings have previously decided to make your heart leap every time you see his handsome smile, then even more when it’s directed in your direction. They also decided his words are gospel worth wrapping your mind around for hours late at night, hoping your over-analysis will lead to a hefty payoff instead of delusion. 

His loud groan takes you out of your slow descent into dissociation.

“Bunch o’ baws, ye are,” he complains. Ghost leans back further into the booth cushion, getting more comfortable as he observes Johnny’s state. He doesn’t have to worry about getting up any time soon; he knows you would lunge immediately to pick him up when he inevitably flounders his way to the ground.

“Baws?” Price asks, bringing his glass of half-drunk whiskey to his lips.

“Aye,” Soap responds, “Baws. th’lads that hang under ye knob.”

The party stares in absent confusion. Soap groans.

“J’st forget it.”

His hand waves through the air dismissively before landing on Gaz’s shoulder. 

“At least ye can join me for a song, aye?”

Gaz tilts his chin down, lips pursed.

“A song?” His tongue slips over the sound he tries to make. Though still drunk, Soap makes him look merely the slightest bit tipsy beside each other.

Johnny mutters something along the lines of ‘yes’ before he leans down, hollering in the quietest, yet boisterous voice, barely in tandem with the staff notes,

“Now we are ready to sail for the horn!”

Gaz immediately jolts up from his seat as though summoned, hand landing on his opposite shoulder and gripping it. They sing in unison, louder than before,

“Weigh hey, roll and go!” 

Soap cheers as he successfully recruits another to his cause. 

“Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn—“

The two wrap an arm around each other. Johnny still has his fingers curled around a half-nursed glass but pays no mind to how it sloshes and spills while he belts proudly.

“To be rollicking randy dandy-oh!”

“ Christ ,” Simon rumbles, rubbing his forehead over his balaclava, elbows braced on the table. “Didn’t come to the pub to hear Johnny’s damn singing.”

Your attention shifts from the singing muppets to the two remaining men sitting in the booth with you. Price nods in agreement.

“Didn’t expect anything more or less,” he remarks. Simon shrugs and leans back into the cushions.

“S’pose so.”

You tilt your head, lips downturned in an almost pout, and beckon,

“Well, I find it entertaining.”

Price huffs, rapping his fingers against the table.

“‘No surprise to us, love.”

The squeak you barely manage to keep in your throat constricts any chance you had of coming up with a quick, witty reply. Instead, you cough and push your eyebrows together.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Price opens his mouth, but then a large, warm hand is placed on your shoulder and coaxes you to turn. You turn just your head to face Johnny. He flashes a toothy grin. Your heart melts for him even more.

“Won’t ye join me, bonnie?”

You frown, hesitantly placing your hand over his, and whine gently,

“I dunno, I’d rather not strain my voice or—“

“Ah, c’moan!” He leans in further, and you can practically taste the liquor on his lips from the proximity. “Ye ken th’words, dinnae ye?”

His insistence has you rolling your eyes yet still equally pliant. Of course, you know the words. You know them to every single one of his shanties, only due to his constant singing. Practically every time you pass by the men’s showers or the barracks or the rec center or the damn shooting range you hear his cheerful croons; in vans and trucks and plans on ways to ops, he entertains himself with the music and gets Kyle to sing along with him in grand, rather silly voices. It doesn’t help that you're so infatuated with the sound of his voice and the glow of his presence that it’s hard not to pay attention.

You sigh.

“I do, but–”

“Then ye should join me!”

Barely managing to resist, you curtly shake your head. Soap leans his head back, gaze piercing the ceiling, and boos.

“Fine,” He concedes, or at least you think; his lips curl into a mischievous grin. “If ah’ament convincing ye, listen to one more song.”

He releases you from his grasp and winks cheekily before he wraps an arm around Gaz and begins the next song. But the mere moment you hear the first lines, you know he deliberately chooses it for the reaction it would elicit out of you.

“We are outward bound for Kingston town, with a heave-o, haul!”

It does exactly what he intends. Your mouth falls ajar and you giggle, crossing your legs and adjusting to face him better. The two sergeants sing loud and in an expanse that reaches the whole bar, but not once, does Johnny sever the connection between the two of you with your eyes. He keeps his stare right on you.

“And we’ll heave the old wheel round and round, good morning ladies all!”

At this point, they’ve easily caught the attention of other patrons, cheers ringing from different corners and agreement with the sentiment. They’ll gladly say hello to any ladies that might find a liking to rowdy drunkard men. Gaz turns to rile the crowd further, but Soap doesn’t.

As he reaches the end of the final verse, the words begin to slur.

“So a long goodbye to all you dears, with a heave-o, haul!”

His swaying comes to a gradual halt, but Gaz puffs his chest out and belts out proudly instead to compensate. Johnny’s eyes are on you, steady while he sings.

“Don’t cry for us, don’t waste your tears, good morning bonnies all!”

The subtle lyric change comes so naturally you barely register it. They finish their song and the bar cheers, delighted and inebriated, while Johnny stumbles back to the booth and leans a hand on the cushion, caging your body with his.

“Did that convince ye, hen?” He speaks in a brash, cheeky manner. You chuckle softly, cheeks swelled with unbridled delight, before belting out strong and proud,

“Whisky is the life of man—“

As if they couldn’t get any brighter, Johnny’s eyes light up. He finishes the phrase for you.

“—Whisky, Johnny!”

Without warning, his warm hands grasp your waist and lift you to your feet; you yelp quietly and he smiles. 

His grasp leaves quickly thereafter; you solemnly droop your shoulders with the loss of sensation. But then his hand clumsily interlocks with yours and he pulls you to the center where Kyle bends at the knees in eager anticipation. 

It must have been those pesky delusions of yours again, but everyone’s eyes were on you. You and Johnny with your hands interlocked with yours and his little smile that’s so intimate that you could be certain it was only meant for you.

It was so much. Maybe a little too much.

Flushed, your lips seal shut and you cover your mouth, face red and warm. Johnny’s hand comes to grasp that wrist, his hold surprisingly firm.

“None o’ that, bonnie,” his voice is hushed, as if it’s a secret between you. “Dinnae hide that pretty face. Sing wi’ me.”

Your lashes flutter when you finally look Johnny in the eye. Instantly, the moment his stare seeps into your skin and travels down your body, through your spine, lands in the pit of your stomach and makes the hair on your legs stand up, you look down again. Fuck, bad decision. Even when he’s this plastered his stare is intense enough for you to hitch your breath and anticipate a flush rushing to your cheeks. He’s a goddamn warlock; there’s no chance you’ll break free from his spell.

He starts for you.

“O, I drink whiskey when I can–”

You continue the song, lips gently parted.

“--Whiskey, Johnny!”

The smile he graces you ( and just you ) with makes your stance weaken even more. His hand is still interlocked with yours though, and something in you thinks he wouldn’t let you sink to the floor.

Gaz appears between the two of you, a hand on one shoulder each.

“I drink it out of an old tin can–” He belts.

“--Whiskey for my Johnny O!” You finish for him. Johnny cheers and raises your conjoined arms in a lazy air fist. 

“That’s whit a’m talking about!” He exclaims. Before you realize it, his hand is slipping from yours and reaching to ruffle your hair with a kind of joyfulness only he could wear so casually and still make your chest swell. It's that damn look again, isn't it? That's the one that makes you so defenseless to anything he might throw your way. 

If one day you could see him look at you like that without the aid of alcohol, you’ll have earned the smile you adorn.

Price flashes an unimpressed look in your direction through the rim of your glass. You frown and move your stare to Simon. He's wearing a similar look. 

Buzzkills.

"Let me have this," You mouth. Their reaction remains unknown to you as Johnny spins you around and grins wickedly.

"`Another dram?" He offers.

"Oh, no," You respond, pressing your hands against his pecs. You disguise it as a means to push him away to give yourself space to breathe, but truly it might be another excuse to feel his body. "You've had enough. And I think the boys are about ready to leave."

Before there's time to process it, Johnny is leaning down, pressing his forehead to yours, noses squished together. Every move is lazy yet so deliberate at the same time (though that might be your delusion speaking). You can smell the lingering taste of alcohol on his lips and every time he exhales, too close to see, hear, breathe anything else but him.

"If ye say so, bonnie," he sighs, lashes fluttering. "But before we leave, how about one last song?"

Johnny leans back and licks his lips before taking your hand in his. You sigh, equally disappointed in yourself and lovingly admiring the sergeant.

Really, could you ever say no to him?

[yellowocaballero]

⭐ utopia, but any other fic will do if you already got a lot of asks about it!

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨💫⭐💫⭐💫⭐💫⭐🌟🌟🌟🌞🌞🌞🌞🌠🌠🌠🌠🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌🌃🌃🌃🌉🌉🌉💖💖💖🇦🇺🇱🇷🇸🇧🇻🇪🇻🇳🇺🇸 heres some more stars so u talk more

This is so sweet I'm dying. I'm deceased. Killed. Rambling it is.

“I get why Sasuke-teme had to leave Konoha, Tobi-sensei. He has to keep walking forward with his precious people, and all the bad people in Konoha just bring out the teme in him. Even if I don’t like it…” Naruto’s expression fell, but resolution rose strongly in him too. “But there’s people in Konoha I just can’t abandon. That means I can’t abandon Konoha, and I can’t give up on it. Somebody has to stay and make it better. I won’t run away. I’ll give Konoha a second chance, and me and my friends are going to make it into a place as great as Sakuragakure. I’ll make Konoha into a place that Sasuke-teme can come home to.” Naruto nodded firmly, implacable. “Kakashi-sensei feels the same way. Konoha’s our home. You and Sasuke-teme really hate Konoha, but Kakashi-sensei and I are going to make it into a home you can like again! So you guys can come visit us! Okay?”

Naruto doesn't have a huge role in this story. Of course, he's also the most important character. Everything in the story turned on his fulcrum - on the actions that he hadn't taken yet, born from the resolve of a man who was still a boy. He saved the day, not through his own actions, but through the ripple effect that his actions had on the world and the people within it. He also has no idea. He also can't read.

Naruto Uzumaki is not particularly interested in a utopia. He's not interested in much beyond ramen and becoming the Hokage and Sasuke. He's not interested in the weight of someone's sins and their potential for redemption, despite being ninja Jesus. I think Naruto only cares about if you want to be a good dude - and if you don't want to be a good dude today, if you'll want to be a good dude tomorrow.

Both Naruto and Sasuke were hurt badly by Konoha. It was important that Sasuke leave Konoha - that he be able to leave the world that hurt him, and find a happier new home. But it was important that Naruto stay too - that there was somebody who was willing to take his crap world by the horns and fix what already exists, to make his world a better place. I think both types of people are necessary, and that the ability to make the choice is necessary too. You can't create a better world by playing by the rules of a broken system, but you can't create a better world by giving up on it either.

I think while reading Naruto you have to kinda go, 'damn bitch stop trying to over perform just to earn the right to exist, their acceptance will always be conditional'. You can't Hokage people into loving you. But you can't create a better world by sticking a bunch of orphans in a tree, either. To me, Naruto is the necessary person who wants to fix what he has.

Obito does not understand that. He's convinced that he understands the gospel of Naruto very well. He does not. At all. He willfully misinterprets it, because it doesn't reinforce what Obito needs to believe. It doesn't let him feel what he wants to feel.

If he did understand it, he would realize something extremely obvious: that Naruto had been able to save Obito because of Naruto's own suffering, not despite it. Obito hypothesizes that suffering creates bad people, but Naruto utilized his own suffering as a tool for empathy and compassion. By Obito's own reasoning, Naruto is a 'dirty person' who wouldn't belong in the own utopia that he inspired. He's trying to build a heaven that Ninja Jesus wouldn't be welcome in. It's a massive logical flaw that Obito knows exists and blatantly ignores.

Why does Obito ignore this? Because it undermines his whole nihlistic, absolutist, deterimistic worldview, mostly. But also because that would imply that people with narrative parallels to Naruto might, hypothetically, deserve to be saved, and would have a place in Utopia. And, like, ya know, can't have that.

[randomtheidiot]

What the Norse gods probably smell like.

NOTE: I AM NOT A NEOPAGAN. I’M JUST A NERD. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE MY DERANGED RAMBLINGS AS RELIGIOUS GOSPEL, I WILL ULTIMATELY USE ALL THAT POWER AND INFLUENCE FOR EVIL.

This is a comprehensive list of what I think all the Norse gods smell like. Do not ask me why I wrote this down, why I wanted to post this on the internet or why I even asked the question in the first place. Everything can be explained by mental illness and sleep deprivation.

If your favorite deity isn’t on here, it’s because they suck.

-Óðinn (Odin): A mix of beer, sausage and that old man sweater smell.

-Þórr (Thor): Alcohol, body odor and an inordinate amount of Worcestershire sauce. The smell is strong enough to knock small birds straight out of the air.

-Loki: Fireplace soot and the kind of mulling spices you’d use in apple cider. You’d think it’d smell good, but the sooty smell kind of ruins it. A bath would definitely help.

-Frigg: Some sort of strong perfume, along with cheap wine and potpourri. She just kinda does, I don’t know why.

-Freyja: She has that cat scent. I don’t know if any of you know what I’m talking about, but she smells like a cat.

-Freyr: Apple scented shampoo. This is a conscious choice on his part.

-Baldr: Flowers. Real ones, too. Not the fake perfume shit. I suppose now he smells like a corpse that was burnt on a pyre, but when he was alive, he smelled like flowers.

-Höðr: Wintergreen mouthwash… for some reason.

-Nanna: Fruit preserves like jam and shit.

-Hœnir: He smells like a dad. Whatever you think a dad smells like is what Hœnir smells like. He smells fatherly.

-Skaði: Pine sap. She is covered in pine sap and if you look closely, she probably has some pine needles glued to her hair.

-Sif: The bread aisle in a grocery store.

-Iðunn: Apple based food products. She’s not exactly running low on apples.

-Sigyn: Olive Garden. She smells like the inside of an Olive Garden. Do not question me on this.

-Mímir: Very strong incense to cover up the corpse smell. It is nearly impossible to breathe around him.

-Týr: Go up to a man. Any man, doesn’t have to be a specific kind of man. Now smell him. That is it. Týr smells like a man.

-Heimdallr: Piss and vinegar from all the hate in his soul. There’s a million goddamn signs of Ragnarök and his dad still has him keeping watch like he’s a fucking security robot. That horn ain’t gonna do shit and he knows it.

-Njördr: He smells bad, but it’s not really clear what’s on him. It could be anything from tacky deodorant to motor oil and judging by his general weirdness, I’m not sure I wanna find out.

-Ægir: Alcohol. He practically wears Heineken as a cologne and it smells fucking terrible. Add on his natural ocean smell and it’s just fucking unpleasant to be around him.

-Rán: Fish, and not for the reason you might be thinking!

-Jörð: She’s a fucking earth goddess. Stick your face in the dirt. That’s what she smells like. Don’t ask me this again. Fuck you.

-Laufey: Tree. :)

-Njörðr’s unnamed sister-wife: The nursing home.

-Lofn: Shitty rose flavored Turkish delight that I got from one of those generic ass Marshall’s stores that white moms really seem to like. It was only slightly better than the lemon one.

-Forseti: That incense they use at Catholic Churches. I don’t know why, he just does.

-Hermóðr: Sweat and various other body fluids, as well as traces of whatever menial task Óðinn last assigned to him.

-Ullr: Tobacco. On his breath. Staining his beard. It’s horrible.

-Sól: Orange juice and sunscreen.

-Máni: Grape scented for unclear reasons. Probably nefarious ones.

-Bragi: Bragi smells like a disappointment of a child. His siblings are Þórr, Baldr and Týr and he’s just there with his stupid poetry and shit. He smells like those stupid Yankee Candle candles that never actually smell like what’s on the label. When I see “tropical seabreeze” on a label, I don’t expect it to smell like dishwashing liquid, but it always does. Bragi is tropical seabreeze candles. Bragi is dishwashing liquid.

-Hel: BAD. BAD SMELL. THAT IS NOT A GOOD SMELL.

-Angrboða: Plums.

[wakeupandsmellthecarcass]

Random songs/bands I'm obsessed with currently💌

I really love Cirkeln and gospel of the horns♡

[dreamwatch]

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | Rating: Mature | WC: 6988

Tags: Angst, Mental health issues, Depression, Cotard’s syndrome, mental institutions, protective Steve Harrington, Angst with a happy ending, recovery, caretaker Steve Harrington (full tags here)

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson, Robin Buckley, Max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson

Summary: Nobody has seen Eddie for weeks, and nasty rumours are spreading through Hawkins. When Dustin can't get any answers from Wayne Munson he turns to Steve for help.

(Read on AO3 - excerpt under the cut)

Steve’s not friends with Eddie Munson. 

Honestly? After spending four years of high school with him, he’d say he was a bit of an asshole. Eddie thought it was funny to add a ‘t’ when pronouncing Miss Cunliffe’s name. He made a spectacle of himself in the cafeteria while people were trying to have their lunch. He’d sit in the bleachers and make stupid buzzer noises every time someone on the basketball team missed a shot. Steve had actually been on the receiving end of that a couple of times himself; birds were flipped, horns were raised, it was pathetic. 

But then Henderson, Sinclair and Wheeler started high school, and it turned out that Eddie was a safe space for them. He was a walking deflection; no one gives a fuck about some nerdy freshman when Eddie’s standing in their lunch. 

And then there was the Upside Down, where Steve was proclaimed a ‘good dude’, while Eddie pushed him toward Nancy because he thought he could see a flame still burning. He was wrong, but it was nice that someone cared.

So, Eddie Munson: not really an asshole, as it turns out. Or as far as he can tell; Steve hasn’t seen him in months.

Thing is - neither has anyone else.

For a while, they thought Eddie had left Hawkins. But Max has seen him peering out from behind the curtains in his trailer, so everyone knows he’s there. Dustin stopped knocking on the door of the Munson’s trailer weeks ago, but he still calls hoping that Wayne will finally say ‘Sure, he’s right here’ instead of the usual ‘Sorry, he’s busy’. It’s a wonder the kid hasn’t been arrested for stalking.

It gets worse, because of course it does.

The new school year brings new rumours, nastier than the ones before. And Dustin, with his carbon-copy hair, and carbon-copy rings, isn’t letting them out into the world unchallenged.

The story goes that the cops got called to a ‘disturbance’ at Roane County Cemetery, and found Eddie at Chrissy’s grave trying to dig her up. No one with an ounce of sense would believe it, which means that in Hawkins it’s practically gospel.

Of course, when shit hits the fan Dustin has a way of always making it Steve’s problem. He makes Steve promise to talk to Eddie. Steve promises to try; he’s not committing to anything else. 

Max still lives in the trailer park, and the Munson’s new trailer is close to hers. She has an eagle-eye view of the comings and goings from that place. 

He drops her off one night, but she doesn’t immediately get out of the car, so he kills the engine giving her time to talk.

“I’ve seen the cops dropping him off at three o’clock in the morning, Steve. More than once. He looked awful. Like, really skinny. He was like a zombie, like he didn’t even know where he was.”

It’s not his responsibility. But going back for Nancy and Jonathan wasn’t his responsibility, and protecting the shitheads in the tunnels, or in the Russian bunker, or in the Upside Down wasn’t his responsibility. It’s never been his responsibility. But he did all those things anyway because he cared. Still does.

[jo-harrington]

As Above, So Below - Series Masterlist

Van Helsing - Kas!Eddie/Fem!OC - Soulmates

This story is told from 2nd Person POV (you/your)

Minors DNI - This fic is for 18+ readers only.

Summary: In order to undo a centuries-long curse, you travel to Hawkins to defeat a great evil and close the gates to Hell once and for all. Unfortunately, you uncover many unsettling secrets including some about your lost love, Eddie Munson.

Warnings (in no particular order): Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Smut (Specifics Tagged in Chapters), Major and Minor Character Deaths, Violence, Gore, Body Horror, Blood, Manipulation, Transformation, Corruption, Religious Elements, Criticism of Religion, Biblical and Other Literary and Pop Culture References

This story is going to be EXTREMELY HEAVY to write, so I will not be putting out a posting schedule. Chapters will get posted as they are completed.

OC is of European/Italian-American descent on her father's side and her mother's side can be left up to interpretation. She is loosely Roman Catholic and you will see why I say loosely if you read. I will not be giving her a name, or any major physical descriptors if I can help it but her cultural identity is integral to this story.

Note: You do not need to have seen Van Helsing (2004) to understand the premise of this fic. You should, however, read the prequels.

Prequels: Heaven - Hell - Purgatory

Hymns of Heaven: A series of "additions" to the prequel timeline based on cryptid and monster requests. April 1984 Mothman - April 1984 Immortal Snail - May 1984 Splinter Cat - May 1984 Sully - June 1984 Chupacabra - July 1984 Will-o'-the-Wisp - August 1984 Manticore - August 1984 Frogman - September 1984 Fresno Nightcrawler - September 1984 Thunderbird/Horned Serpent - October 1984 The Kraken - Halloween 1984 Werewolf - December 1984 Freddy Kreuger - December 1984 The Guardians - Christmas Eve 1984 Loch Ness Monster - January 1985 Manananggal - April 1985 Oneiroi - Unknown in the UD Inner Monster - Unknown in the UD Nachzehrer

Related Blurbs: Limbo - Genesis

Gratia. - Charitas. - Solamen.

Prequel Playlist

Chapters: Prologue - Annunciation 1 - Illumination 2 - Descendió a los Infiernos 3 - Crucible 4 - Malum Malus 5 - Via Domus 6 - Revelation 7 - Exodus 8 - Miserere Mei 9 - Deus in Absentia 10 - Atonement 11 - Amor Vicit Omnia Epilogue - Ab Aeterno

Series Playlist

Reader's Guide to AASB - A collection of references and Easter eggs that are made in the story.

Series Art All series art is commissioned by me from various fandom artists. Some art depicts the Knight (artwork varies from original character design to self insert art). If you want to keep the illusion of a faceless Knight, please do not look at the artwork noted with (*).

*Knight Character Design Sheet - by @floredaqueen *

*Eddie and the Knight on their First Date - by @boltedfruit *

*Eddie and the Knight and the Fresno Nightcrawler - by @doomcheese*

*November 5, 1984 - At the Trailer - by @boltedfruit * (TW: Blood)

Hell Eddie - V2 feat. Knight's Intervention - by @lilacwinelili (TW: Blood/Gore)

Purgatory Eddie - by @dance-on-the-bones (TW: Blood)

Kas!Eddie - by @nightonblogmountain

*AASB Sketch Sheet - by @toomanyacorns* (TW: Blood)

Via Domus - Eddie and the Demobats - by @hearsegrrl

*AASB Sketch Sheet 2 - V2 (Contains Spoilers) - by @toomanyacorns * (TW: Blood and Major Character Death in V2)

Miserere Mei - The Master of Puppets - by @nightonblogmountain (TW: Major Character Death, Blood, Violence, Gore)

The Gospel According to Mary Victoria - AASB as told from Mary Victoria’s perspective and a deep dive into her journey.

Book 1 - Book 2 - Book 3

This fic will not be for the faint of heart. Please check the above warnings and ask yourself if you are in the correct headspace to proceed. I am happy to answer any questions via PM or Ask.

Tag List: There will be no tag list for As Above, So Below.

[my-slideshow-wmv]

Can you do a little dance to Amen Brother By The Winstons make sure to include the horns before the Amen Break please

no! I respect the gospel origins of the Amen Break and as a child of Christ I only get down to the amen break (a praise break) in church to celebrate the lord like he wants us all to. im buddhist

[feral-babe]

Ace of Horns / Lanternfly (Pyrops whiteheadii)

Upright keywords: Breakthroughs, Concentration, New Ideas, Truth

Reverse keywords: Argument, Confusion, Hostility, Miscommunication

In nature, horns serve as tools of both defense and assertion. Each card within this suit exude sharpness of thought and piercing truth. The Ace of Horns betokens the pursuit of absolute clarity amid the swirling mists of confusion, unveiling truths obscured by uncertainty. Symbolizing the raw unyielding might of the mind, this card indicates a moment of revelation that guides us towards the light of understanding. As with all of the Aces, this card indicates a momentous step forward.

Lanternflies are known for their distinctive and elongated 'horn', which is actually an extension of their head. Sheathed within this hollow structure is a proboscis they use to pierce plants and feed on sap. Mirroring such precision, this card emphasizes the crucial role of mental acumen and astute decision making - championing reason as the pathway to triumphant breakthroughs.  

 Suggesting the seeker is on the cusp of a new understanding or a significant mental shift, the appearance of this card demands we slice through doubt, see things as they truly are, and approach situations with a clear and focused mind. Knowledge is the key to unlocking the shackles of ignorance and fear.

The Lesson Of This Card: "Clarity and truth illuminate the path I choose to follow."

The Big Bug Gospel Tarot is Live on Kickstarter!

[blanchebees]

Offence somewhat intended, I swear ghost fan artists lost all their creativity when it comes to the ghouls appearances the moment their real life identities were made public. It used to be that everyone had their own unique headcannons of what ghouls look like without their masks, cool original ideas and neat little details for each ghoul and how a ghouls element effected their appearance. Now the majority of the newer fan art I see of unmasked ghouls, it’s literally just the actual people under the masks, except with grey skin and horns. wth happened

Well, i can only speak for myself. I like how i portray them and i am sure others do, there's still people who do their own thing and go crazy with the designs, you might not be looking well enough.

I am not big on making them different from how i am drawing them rn.

If you have that much creativity you can do it yourself and spread your own gospel anon, nothing is stopping you! :)