#sathana <3

[naivety]

jean!!!!!!!! 19 for your spotify wrapped :-) <3

19. cane shuga by glass animals

send me a number 1-100 and i'll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist

[da-rulah]

Hello! I apologize if this is a weird request by the way (I’m very awkward and I don’t know how to socialize :,) ) but do you think you can write something on what the papas would do if they made their s/o 3jaculate during the erm..spicy time. 😀 take your time on this and please don’t worry <3 again I apologize if this is a weird request 😭

Not a weird request at all, my dear! Now you know I messaged you privately and asked if you meant male, female or non-specific ejaculation and you specified female, so that's we're going with here!

afab!reader. MDNI 18+

TW/ thigh riding, BDSM, restraints, mentions of a knife (not related to the smut!), oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex

Primo

You're sat in his lap, completely nude. Papa is still fully dressed, in his robes. It drives you crazy.

You're straddling his thigh, rutting against him. Sathanas, it feels good.

You're leaving a little mess on his robes, but Papa doesn't mind. He likes that... He likes to see what he's doing to you just by talking you through it.

But he's dying to touch you.

He slides his hand under your core, pushing his ring and index fingers inside you slowly as you rut yourself against him.

"Belissima, fiorellina... Cum for me, eh?"

And you do; hard. He's hitting every nerve ending, your clit dragging against the heel of his hand as you grind down into him and before you know it... you snap.

You'd never cum like this before... With each rut against him, another splash hits his hand, drenching his thigh. His robes... they're soaked.

"Cazzo, bella! Y-you can do that? Sei così dannatamente perfetto (you're so damn perfect)."

He decides he must make you do that again, on his cock this time...

Secondo

You're tied up, your ankles tied to your wrists behind your back and you lay on your stomach. There's a knife on the nightstand, just in case you use your safe word and need to get out - quickly.

He has a wand vibrator attached to your clit, on the most powerful setting, riling you up until your body cannot handle it anymore...

You tense harder than you ever have. You're sure your muscles are going to burst out of your skin as you dangle on the edge.

Secondo just waits, patiently.

He hears your scream beginning through clenched teeth and watches on in silence... then he sees it...

You're gushing. He's never seen so much, but you're gushing.

He pushes the wand harder against you to prolong it - remove it, and you'll stop this.

Eventually you beg for him to stop and he does, throwing the wand so hard the plug lurches out of the socket and it clatters against a wall.

He grabs for the knife on the nightstand, cutting swiftly through your restraints and flipping you over.

"W-wait... I don't wanna stop... didn't u-use my... safe w-word!"

Secondo growls, dragging you to the edge of the bed and through your substantial wet patch where he rips at his trousers until his cock is free.

"I'm not done, dolcezza. Just need you to do that shit again - on my fucking cock."

He fucks you like a rabid animal until you do, indeed, do that again.

Terzo

You don't know what's got into him tonight, but he's insatiable.

Where this energy came from to fuck you the way he's fucking you? You'll never know. Terzo set a brutal pace.

"How long can we keep this up, eh? How many times are you going to cum for your papa tonight, tesoro?"

So far, twice. Once on his fingers, another on his cock. But he was still going...

"T-Terzo... fuck!"

He had you on your back, your thighs pushed up until your knees were either side of your head. He'd folded you in half, completely presenting you to him.

At this angle he could use his fingers, swiping back and forth frantically over your clit in time with his thrusts.

When you came this time, you sprayed your juices over him - an excessive amount.

Terzo's hips still, but his hand continues swiping over you and he just watches as you squirt violently around his cock at the stimulation. He's mesmerised.

Meanwhile, you're fighting against the bed beneath you, writhing and jerking in pleasure as he continues, until you have to push his hand from your clit.

He lifts his hand and sucks the liquid from it, eyes trained on yours as his hips slowly begin to move again, building up to that punishing pace from before.

"You're gonna do that again for me, tesoro. Again... and again..."

Copia

Copia's paints were smudged long ago, his face buried between your legs as he always claimed was his rightful place.

He's incredibly skilled, knows exactly what he's doing with his tongue, his lips, his nose... even his chin.

You catch him rutting against the corner of the bed where he's sprawled, growling into your core.

You're already soaked for him, your arousal mixing with his saliva as he sloppily and greedily takes every ounce of pleasure from you.

"P-Papa... I'm getting close..." you pant, and he somehow dives his face further into you, lapping at your clit and he slides two fingers into you, curling them up immediately.

That does it. The coil in you snaps and you're exploding on him - quite literally...

The noise he emits is one you've never heard before, and you can only describe it as feral.

You hear him slurping at you, gathering every drop of your cum on his tongue, sucking it like it's the first drink he's had in days.

He doesn't stop pumping his fingers - he knows if he does, you'll stop squirting for him, and his thirst isn't quenched yet.

When you do finish, your body si shaking and shivering under him. He's still cleaning up the mess between your legs, eventually sitting up and licking his lips.

He looks a total mess, but he's grinning wildly like a mad man. It makes you clench around nothing.

"Sei un sogno, amore mio... (You are a dream, my love...)"

[the-old-mayhem]

"Before me, it was mainly Necrobutcher who wrote most of the lyrics, and he has explained to me what it was like. He was almost asleep, then he suddenly thought of a song title. He had to write it down quickly. And after some minutes it happened again and again. The day after, he tried to read what he had written down that night, and he found out he couldn’t read the handwriting—he had written without the light, and the pen had been fucked up. But some lines were readable and they became “Deathcrush”.

The most difficult song so far is the one that will be the title track on De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas. The lyrics are about an extraordinarily evil coven that has the [DMDS] book. But I must change a lot of the lyrics for it. That song was nearly completed once, but we realised we weren't satisfied with the music, so we dropped all the music. Then I realised that the lyrics weren't evil enough. Anyway, we will involve ourselves very much in this particular song." - Pelle, explaining DMDS lyrics, Slayer mag X, Part 3/3 🦇

@the.old.mayhem on instagram

[whiskeyghoul]

Reprimand || [Secondo/Papa Emeritus II X F!Reader]

A/N: Hello friends. Different from my previous criminal minds fics I decided to dip my toes in writing Ghost fics. Since I watched rite here rite now the flames of this fandom have been awakened once more. I am literally going insane. This fic got a bit out of hand. Like… I am not sorry but yeah it is long.

Credits: Divider by @wrathofrats

WC: 6,1K 

Tags: p with plot, ghost, ghost band, secondo, punishment, purely self indulgent. 

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, unprotected,  p in v, spanking, abuse of power if you squint, just all of them…

3 times. 3 separate times you have managed to embarrass yourself in front of the head of your satanic church. Papa Emeritus the second was not known to be one of the more forgiving papas. In all fairness he scared you a little, he was cold, intimidating. Every time you ran into him he made you tremble, perhaps that is why you embarrassed yourself so many times. Though something about his imposing presence filled you with a conflicting feeling. Along with feeling intimidated, a little scared to anger him, you felt a certain attraction. 

The first time you embarrassed yourself, well, it was a doozy. You had joined the satanic church not too long ago. Settling in as a sister of sin quite well. The role assigned to you was mostly library duty, having a great insight in organization and keeping an inventory of texts, scripts and tomes along with other satanic literature. You were standing on a step stool, rearranging a shelf of books to make space for a new addition to the library. Softly humming to yourself, lost in thought as you pulled one of the larger books from the shelf. The biblichor filling your nose was wonderfully sweet and dusty. Giving it a thorough wipe with a dusting cloth. The gold embellishments shone on the leather as you tilted it side to side. 

You were pulled from your thoughts as a smooth voice cleared its throat next to you. “Hand me that book on the top shelf. If you could.” You turned awfully fast, the book slipping from your hands in surprise. A squeak passed your lips as you felt your heartbeat pick up. A pained groan leaving the man before you as you just realized you dropped one of the heavier texts on the feet of Papa Emeritus the second. “Sorella.” His voice was low, his eyes dark and brows furrowed. Nose flaring as he took a deep breath. A scrutinizing gaze that made your hands tremble, your knees weak. “Papa! I am terribly sorry! Oh Sathanas, please forgive me.” You rambled an apology, trying to step down quickly from the step stool to go fetch something, anything, to lessen the blow of the book. Instead, in all your nerves and bumbling about, you nearly planted your face first into the ground. That would be if he hadn't reached out, grabbing your arm in a strong grip to keep you from falling face first. You found your footing, feeling your face flare bright red at the foolish display you had just made of yourself. His hand left your arm, and with it it's surprising warmth. “Once again, I apologize, Papa.” A stammering message you were, trying to beg for forgiveness from the figure you had only envisioned as intimidating. Only ever having spoken in passing, literally, a simple exchange when you walked past. Or watched him sermon, powerfully, passionately. Those sermons left you wondering at times, what he would be like to speak to.

You were waiting for him to scold you. Your eyes cast downward to your neatly polished black heels, suddenly every speck of dust on them was interesting to you. Remembering the book at his feet you quickly knelt down, picking it up and clutching it to your chest. Your heartbeat hammering against the leather bound book. “I asked for the book on the top shelf.” He stated it simply but firmly, not the scolding you expected. Maybe, he was giving you some reprieve for being new. “Ofcourse, I'm sorry.” You quickly stepped on the step stool, carefully this time. Placing the book in your hands back on its respective shelf. Reaching up to the book that laid horizontally on the top shelf. Your hands were trembling as you picked it up. Habit feeling too tight, too short, as you brought down the book. Looking down ever so slightly as you handed the book to Secondo. Whose eyes flicked up to your face from somewhere lower. “Thank you, sorella, now. Do not let it happen again. These are priceless after all. You shall be off with a warning. Only one.” His mismatched eyes bore into yours as he spoke. You swallowed thickly, eyes wide, nodding your head. “Ofcourse, thank you, Papa.” words all falling from your mouth without thinking. “Continue your work then.” He turned, his robes moving elegantly as he walked out of the library. Leaving you to wallow in self pity at the fool you made of yourself.

The second time, a ghoul came with the message that Secondo had instructed you to gather papers and texts from the library to bring to his quarters. He even sent a list. Eager to please after the previous embarrassment, you agreed in a heartbeat. When you had found everything you made your way towards the wing of his room, arms filled with old tomes and yellowed paper. Sore from the weight of it. You didn't understand why he would need all of these, but it must have been for some important research. Most of the texts in your arms were old, rare, and barely anyone picked them up in the library. Yet he had asked for them specifically. Heels clicking on the tile as you made way down the hallways to his quarters, reaching the door you realized there was no way for you to knock. You furrowed your brows, deciding to twist so your elbow hit the door twice. As close to a knock as you could get. “Enter.” Secondo's voice sounded from the other side of the wooden door. Staring at the door knob you had to think of something. You knocked again with a sigh. “Enter.” His voice sounded annoyed, clearly he was busy. Or perhaps having a bad day. “I- I brought the books.” You spoke loudly, hoping he'd be able to hear you. There was a muttered word you couldn't quite make out before he spoke again. “I expected that. I said, enter.” He sounded ticked off now, voice laced with the barest hint of anger.

You sighed, furrowing your brows as you tried to maneuver your elbow and hip just so that you could turn the doorknob. Pushing against it to make it easier to open. With a click, the door swung open, leaving you unbalanced and falling through the open space. The books and texts falling to the floor. Sprawling out onto the wood and carpet. “Cazzo!” Secondo cursed as he stood up. You scrambled onto your knees, gathering the papers closest to you as you repeated continued apologies. Forgetting the pain in your nose and elbows from where you fell. Not even feeling the warm drip that slowly slid down to your lips. Eyes glued to the books and papers on the floor. “Those are priceless artifacts. Idiotta. How are you even considered to handle these when you are so incompetent. Dropping books here and there.” His footsteps came close, coming to a halt right in your field of vision. Still, you didn't dare to look. “I am so sorry, Papa, you are right. I should be more careful.” Your hands never stilled their work, piling up the books in front of you. “Look at me when I am talking” His voice commanded. Your head snapped up, swallowing thickly as you caught his mismatched eyes again. The blood from your nose dripping on your habit. “You are like a bumble bee. Flying into everything, causing chaos in our system. We do not need a bumbling idiota to ruin our priceless artifacts.” He was right. In his presence you were terribly clumsy. He made you nervous. Your heart beat faster. Hands feeling uncharacteristically clammy all of a sudden. And your face once again heating with a fierce embarrassed blush.

“Now, corporal punishment seems redundant.” His eyes flicked down, where the blood dripped down to your habit, landing just on the swell of your breast. A harsh exhale sounded through his nose. “Fix your habit, sorella. I expect everyone to be in pristine condition. Even the bumble bees.”  His remark was snide. You could imagine what you looked like to him. On your knees, blood dripping down your nose and mouth, reaching your chin to drip down further onto your habit and grucifix. Eyes wide, hands placed on your thighs, trembling ever so slightly. You licked your lips, tasting the metallic of your blood and embarrassment. You must have looked like a mess. Scrambling to your feet you wiped at your nose, finally daring to move with his permission. The blood staining the white cuff around your wrist. “I'm sorry again, Papa.” You repeated an apology before heading out the door and to your own quarters to change. Terribly disappointed in yourself you decided in that moment things needed to change.

So now you were here. The third time you were walking down towards the chapel with another sister of sin, you had been asked to bring the unholy communion to prepare for the mass that night. Being on your best behavior since the previous incidents. Your workload seemingly increasing, your proximity to secondo growing closer with each task he bestowed upon you. No more books dropped, no more stumbles, you did everything to behave and paid close attention to any movement you made. The efforts were working, Secondo had even so much as complimented you for it after you had helped prepare the altar for a ritual. In his own way. “Sorella, I've noticed a lack of bumble bees around. Your efforts don't go unnoticed. Well done.” hearing those two last words made your heart flutter. Perhaps it was due to finally receiving praise, or it was specifically receiving praise from him. Every look from him made your heart beat faster. Every chaste, accidental touch made you wonder what his hands would feel like on your body. Your thoughts wandering back to that second time, when he had mentioned corporal punishment. What that could mean, what he could do in that office of his. Especially after hearing a few of the sisters speak about singular thrysts they had had with him.

The pitcher of wine was surprisingly heavy in your hands. The fragrant wine was a deep, blood red. As you walked down the hallways you took careful steps, trying not to let the wine slosh over the side of the pitchers. “I don’t understand why we can not keep it in the bottles.” You sighed as you almost spilt a drop of wine. “Honestly it is probably just rituals left over from years ago. I'm almost certain they did an unholy prayer over them.” The sister, Elaine, answered in turn. You rolled your eyes at that, never understanding why traditions couldn’t be changed. “It feels almost like it is inevitable to spill it though.” You spoke, trying to keep up with Elaine. “Perhaps that is why you were asked to help.” She returned, a small smirk as she walked so effortlessly with the pitcher in hand. “What do you mean?” You hoped tales of your clumsiness hadn't yet spread all throughout the church. It was likely though. People talked, gossip was a given. “You don't know what they have been saying?” Elaine turned her face towards you with furrowed brows. A curious expression on your face. You shook your head no, truly not an idea of what she could be talking about. “Well, you have been given a lot of tasks by Secondo, have you not?” She questioned. “Yes, I thought he did so with most siblings.” you answered, honestly. Elaine shook her head no, a smirk playing at her perfectly painted lips. “Oh no, he's been testing you. Seeing if you will trip up again. He needs a reason you see.” Her voice lowered to a whisper as you walked. “A reason for what?” You asked, no longer paying attention to what was ahead of you. Fully invested in the information divulged. You rounded a corner together. “A reason to punish.” She smirked. The way she said it implied less than conventional punishment.

As you did you hadn't noticed the man you were just speaking about, a mere two steps away. “Sorella.” His voice was low and you jumped. Like you were caught red handed, gossiping about your papa. The pitcher of wine sloshed, the dark red liquid spilling out and down the front of your habit. the sound of it hitting the floor was incredibly loud in your ears. Watching as drops smattered outward and staining your shoes and stockings. Along with the hem of Secondos's papal robes. You had been doing so well. All efforts ruined by a simple muttering. By not paying attention to where you were going. Your eyes flickered to Elaine whose expression was a mix of amusement and horrified. Then, they landed on the stern expression of Secondo. His nostrils flared as he eyed your drenched habit. “Sec- Papa, I'm sorry, you frightened me. I- I should go get this cleaned up. I apologize.” The words fell from your lips in rapid succession, feeling the tension in your shoulders as you held on to the, now empty, pitcher like it was your life line. “No.” That one single word shut you up. Quickly shutting your mouth as you felt a shiver run down your spine. Maybe it was the wine, wetting your habit and making it cold and clingy. Or maybe it was the effect Secondo had on you. “Get a ghoul to clean this.” He turned his head to Elaine who nodded quickly,  “ofcourse, Papa.” She spoke before leaving. Her heels clicking against the floor, trailing off and away.

“You are coming with me. Punishment seems only fair.” His hand wrapped around your upper arm, harshly pulling you along to where you knew his quarters to be. “I truly apologize. I've been trying my hardest. Please, Papa, forgive me.” He didn't listen to your begging. It didn't matter to him what you said in that moment. He seemed enraged. “You beg for forgiveness when you just blamed me for your incompetence?” He nearly hissed the words as he opened the door to his quarters. Pulling you inside and leaving you at the entrance. “I didn't- no! That's not what I meant! I'm sorry!” You tried to scramble, take back the words you had said. It wasn't your point to blame him at all. “Strip.” He commanded. Mismatched eyes trained on you as he took a step away. Discarding his robe to reveal a sinfully tight button down tucked into slacks. Delicate embroidered grucifixes on the collar. Combined with the papal painted, it was a sight to behold. You froze. Jaw slack. Mind going a hundred miles an hour, not comprehending his words and his actions together. “What?” You were like a deer in the headlights. “You are dripping red wine. We can't have you spoil the carpet in my office, can we? So, strip.” His voice did something to you, the firmness left no room for questioning. “Of-ofcourse.” You spoke with trembling hands reaching up to take off the white collar, its pristine condition forever marred with deep purple red blotches. “Leave it at your feet. The wood can be cleaned.” Secondos voice commanded and you nodded your head ever so slightly. Dropping the piece of cloth down to the floor.

Then, your hands moved  to the back of your dress. Slipping down the zipper with practiced ease. you could hear your own heartbeat, feel it pulsing under your skin, each of your nerves on end as Secondo scrutinized every move. Slipping your arms from the garment, it fell to the floor in a pile at your feet. You felt naked. Every hair standing on end as the cool air hits your skin. The cool metal of your grucifix resting right in the middle of your sternum, falling between your breasts. You crossed your arms, trying to hide away from his burning eyes. “Feeling shy, sorella?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice, as if he enjoyed seeing you uncomfortable. “Well, I have a lot more planned to put you in your place. Maybe you will learn.” He added before walking over to the large, wooden desk that stood near the end of the room. Picking up a glass along with a crystal carafe, amber liquid sloshing around the bottom. He poured a glass, taking a sip and looking rather satisfied before topping it off. “This.” He said as he walked back over, “This is a whiskey, gifted to me when I became Papa. 25 years old, single malt, a bottle costs over 500 euros. You are to not spill a single drop from this glass. Easy enough, no?” He stared deep into your eyes, holding out the glass.

"Yes, Papa.” You said, as you reached out. It should be easy enough. Though the glass was shallow, and filled much higher than it should be. But standing there and holding a glass, even with your current trembling hands you could do that. He quickly moved it back ever so slightly out of reach.  “Not like this, that would be too easy. Come.” He moved to the left, where a leather couch stood, a coffee table to the side. You watched as he sat down, patting his lap with his free hand. A wicked smirk taunting you as you realized what was going to happen. “Naughty girls like you deserve a spanking. Don't you think?” He tilted his head in your direction. His eyes traveling down your body with a hint of hunger. Dropping your hands to your sides, clenching them in small nervous fists. “You're right, ofcourse.” There was no reason to argue. You could feel a knot tighten in your stomach, as you clenched your thighs together for a mere second. Hoping that the sudden onset of arousal was just an illusion. You took the few steps to close the distance, standing in front of Secondo who tilted his head up to look at you. “Don't make me wait too long, bumble bee. Or should I extend the punishment already for your insubordination?” He patted his lap again, gloved hand on thick, sturdy thighs. “no, of course not.” You spoke softly as you were driven to action. Bracing a hand on one of his thighs as you laid yourself onto his lap. Your knees are unable to hit the ground, trying to find stability before you take a deep breath and remove your hands from the ground. Accepting the cold glass into your hands like an offering. “Here you go. Remember, not a drop gets wasted.” You nodded your head as he spoke. “Yes, I remember.” You said. “Good, I think ten will be fitting, yes?” It wasn't a question but still you agreed. 

You thought you were ready, taking in a deep breath through your nose. When that first spank didn't come you were a little confused. Tilting your head to have a look at Secondo, but as soon as you tilted your head the first spank came. Jolting forward at the sudden, sharp impact on the left side. The feel of the leather glove on your exposed behind stung. The size of his palm branding in your skin. You gasped, looking back towards the cup, realizing that if you spilled but a single drop you would only get yourself in more trouble. “Count them out, sorella.” He said as his hand rubbed gently at the skin for a second. The leather was somewhat cool now against the reddening skin. “One.” You spoke, voice teetering on quivering. Your eyes stayed glued on the cup this time, as you felt his hand leave your skin. It came down again with force, pushing the wind out of your lungs with a strangled groan. “Two.” You said, counting out like he had told you to. His hand once again rubbing at the supple skin of your ass.

Again. "Three." Each time he switched sides. Around the fifth spank you had to bite your tongue. His hand lingered longer than before, squeezing. Just inches away from where you could feel a wetness start to form between the folds of your pussy. Praying to Satan that he wouldn't notice. “How many was that, sorella?” You could feel him lean in closer, his weight shifting as he nearly whispered wanting your answer. His breath hitting the shell of your ear. "F-Five." “Half way, you are doing very well.” He praised. Those simple words, the way he was touching you enough to get you hot and heavy. You moved your hips involuntarily, trying to get some form of relief. A low chuckle escaped him, “Something wrong, little bee?” He asked and you shook your head no. “No, Papa, please, continue.” Your voice was whinier than you expected, high pitched and a little breathless. His hand left your ass, your eyes flicked up to see him remove his leather glove with his teeth putting it to the side before he spoke. “So eager to get reprimanded, I might get used to it.” He spoke and before you could comprehend it he spanked you two times in quick succession. The stinging a mix of pain and pleasure. “Seven!” You exclaimed as you held your hands steady. Trying to focus on the amber liquid rather than the feeling of large hands inching ever closer to your trembling pussy. Or the swelling you could start to feel press against your side.

“Eight!” “Nine!” Only one more, and you hadn't spilled a drop. Even though your legs were trembling, your arms felt a little sore from holding the cup, ass incredibly sore from the spanking, and not even to speak of the state of your panties. But you were doing good. Great even. “Last one, little bee, do well and I'll be able to give you something you might enjoy.” His breath hit the shell of your ear, feeling hot and intimate in a way. His words do nothing to help the state of your arousal. Only worsening as thoughts began to run through your mind. Pictures of what he might do flashing into your subconscious. When that final spank came you were shocked, jolting forward as his hand hit lower than you were expecting. Directly hitting your wet cunt. You couldn't help the strangled moan that tumbled from your lips. A rush of pain and pleasure flowing through your body. “You did so well, sorella.” His fingers languidly trailed up and down your clothed pussy, the wet fabric was sticky and clinging to every curve and fold. His fingers felt large, thick, through the cloth. “Though… It seems you have been enjoying this punishment more than anything.” A chuckle sounded out above you as his free hand picked up the glass from your hands. Taking a deep sip and letting out an appreciative sigh. “Is that why you are so clumsy, little bee? Have you been distracted by your papa?” His voice was taunting, as his hand continued his ministrations on your weeping cunt. “I-i have been doing my best.” You answered. Refusing to confess to what you both knew to be the truth. "Yes, you have.” his fingers left your cunt. A whimper escaping you at the loss.

It didn't last long though. The glass of whiskey was placed off on the coffee table before Secondo easily maneuvered you from his lap. Onto your knees in front of him. You could see the outline of his dick, straining against the black pants. Mouth watering at the sight of it. “You've been doing so well, wanting compliments no? Wanting to be seen, to be rewarded for your efforts?” He asked, his hand cradling your face almost tenderly. Like he hadn't just used it to spank you sore, to tease you over your clothes. You nodded your head yes, not trusting yourself to answer verbally. “I'll give you what you want.” His words were short before his tender touch turned to a grip. Pulling you up, as he stood smoothly. You nearly tripped but kept standing, your face in his strong grip as he led you to his desk. Turning so you were with your back towards it, he lifted you, forcing you to sit on the edge. The cool, polished wood smooth against your raw ass cheeks. When you looked up at him, you saw hunger in those mismatched eyes. A sight you had only fantasized about up till now. Licking your lips quickly, wetting them just before his lips crashed against yours.

A mix of harsh kisses, biting teeth as Secondo guided you to lay back against the desk. The kiss tasted of caramel whiskey, smooth, bitter and still sweet. His hands roaming over your hips, your waist, squeezing over your bra before they moved down. Eliciting moans and gasps from you that were swallowed up into the kiss. You couldn't wait any longer though, needing more from him than he was giving. Legs wrapping around his waist, a silent plea for him to be closer. Your hand wandered down on its own. Cupping the bulge straining in his pants. His groan didn't go unnoticed, low in his chest as your fingers applied pressure. “Such a tease, sorella.” He pulled away from the kiss. Unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke. The paint around his mouth is already starting to smudge by the sloppiness of the kiss. “I'm not a tease Papa, I want it.” You panted out, licking your lips as you watched him. The trail of hair down his chest being revealed inch by inch. The way it thickened towards the edge of his  pants. How solid his torso looked. “Not just now, ever since the library.” His words came out strained, as he worked to undo his belt. The clinking of it signaled its removal, before the zipper sounded. “I didn't tease, I was surprised.” You countered, sitting up to help him but Secondo quickly pushed you back down on the desk. “You have no clue. Clueless little bee. In that habit, with those doe eyes, with that voice, in this lingerie. You. You are a tease.” His hand wrapped into the thin fabric of your panties. bundling it up between the puffy lips of your pussy. Giving it a harsh tug causing you to moan at the friction against your clit. That seemed to be the catalyst, he ripped the panties down, letting them fall to the ground at his feet. His left hand pulled his erection from the confines of those sinful pants, apparently having gone commando. A deep groan escaped him as he gave himself a few tugs. You watched, in awe at the size of it. The length was impressive, sure, but the girth was what really made you shiver with anticipation. 

“Seeing you, on your knees in front of me, I barely kept my composure.” Secondo slipped the head of his cock between your folds. Coating it with the slick and rubbing the tip against your clit teasingly. Biting your lip, you looked up, his words a confession. He wanted control, wanted tidiness and regulations. Yet he also seemed to get irrevocably turned on by your disruption of it all. You were, in his eyes, a perfect disruption. A groan escaped his mouth as the head of his cock bumped against your clit. “Please.” You begged, voice high pitched as you moved your hips slightly, creating more friction for yourself. “Such an eager thing. All wet from getting punished, pleading for your papa. Begging so nicely I might just give you what you want.” He said lowly. Using one of his large hands to splay across your lower abdomen, keeping you in place with a simple pin of his hand. The right one grabbing the base of his dick to line the tip up with your entrance. Pushing inside, the head slipped in with a delicious stretch, your eyes closing on their own. Teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he pushed in deeper. It was slow, you could feel every inch stretching you further with restraint. He was holding back, you could feel it, making sure you felt him completely. When his hips met yours and he was fully inside, Secondo groaned from the back of his throat. You could feel the fabric from his pants against your ass, the zipper a stark, cold contrast to the softness of them. “Look at me, Sorella.” He commanded, your eyes snapping open to meet his. His pupils were blown wide, the blue-ish gray and white almost completely absorbed by the black. His right hand, moving to grab your thigh, as he gave an experimental thrust. “Such a good sister. Doing exactly as her papa asks.” He said as a moan tumbled from your lips at the friction. The praise went straight to your core, feeling your walls clamp around his thickness.

“You like that huh, like to get praised?” He almost chuckled as he pulled his hips back. “Just your praise.” You managed to utter a little breathless as you felt him pulling out until the head of his dick was just inside of you. His right hand traveled down your leg, reaching your knee he pulled it away from his waist. Lifting it up to rest your leg against his shoulder. “I shall give you just that then.” he said, pressing a kiss to your calf before he plunged back inside of you with a force you hadn’t expected. A strangled moan escaped you as the air left your lungs. It was the start of a grueling pace. His thrust hitting deep, each one punctuated by a moan or a whine tumbling from your lips. His left hand pressed down on your lower abdomen. “I can feel myself inside you like this.” He groaned, leaning forward ever so slightly, “So tight. You are welcoming me so well. Like you were made for me.” He praised breathlessly. You clamped down at his words, earning you another moan from him. Leaning down further he captured your lips in a hungry kiss. Your hands reaching out, right arm wrapping around his shoulder as your tongues slid against each other in synchronicity. Left hand on his cheek, holding his face close. Your left knee was pressed up to your chest, the new position felt like he got even deeper, hitting that spongy area inside of you that caused white spots to infiltrate your vision. An incredibly wanton moan bubbled past your lips, being swallowed up by him. 

The only sound that filled the office was that of his hips meeting yours, sloppy and wet from your pussy. Paired with the moans and groans you shared in the kiss. Teeth clashing together every so often. It was electrifying. When he pulled away from the kiss he moved down, licking, kissing and biting his way down to your neck before moving away. You thought he never looked hotter. Completely undone, licking his shining lips. His papal paints now completely smudged away from his lips, black and white mixing around to create a darker gray. His breath comes out in pants and grunts with each thrust. Fanning against your lips and sending a shiver down your spine. His right hand moved up your side, reaching your flimsy bralette and fingers pushing underneath. Squeezing at the soft flesh, massaging your breast in his hand. Fingers reach to tweak at your nipple, causing another surge of pleasure through your body.

You dropped your left hand, finding his hand perched on your lower abdomen. The familiar knot growing inside of you, tightening with each thrust, each meeting of your hips to his. “Papa, I- fuck- touch me- more- please-” You beg, sentences cut short but it was clear what you wanted. A smirk graced his stoic features, his hand slid down and towards your weeping cunt, “look at me when you cum. I want to see how good your papa makes you feel.” His voice is strained, low and deep in his chest. When his pointer and middle finger started to strum slowly at your clit you could feel you were done for. Pussy started to clench around his dick that kept on hitting that spot perfectly. It was almost too much, almost. You had to force yourself to keep your eyes open.

Secondo continued to apply pressure to your sensitive clit, moving his fingers in tight circles as he watched your every reaction. A string of curse words fell from your lips as that knot tightened, clamping down as he never seemed to falter in his pace. The muscles in your thighs twitched as you felt it snap inside you. Jaw slack as you moaned, vision blurry with pleasure. Waves of it rushing through you like white hot lava under your skin. Your walls spasmed around him as he fucked you through the orgasm. When you came down, however, he didn’t let up. His fingers continued to work, as his pace picked up, nearing painful. Though the pain was mixed with undeniable pleasure. Not giving a moment of respite, you could feel the second orgasm building quickly. 

“I am going to fill you up.” Secondo groaned through gritted teeth. “And you will keep it inside you until after mass.” his pace faltered, becoming less controlled, more wild. “And if you spill a single drop. You will be punished again.” The idea of this not being a one time thing made you excited. “Yes, yes, please give it to me.” You spoke as you nodded your head. He picked up speed, you could feel his dick twitch inside of your sensitive pussy. Hips meeting yours, his fingers never faltered as he tried to push you over the edge of orgasming again. Still sensitive you could feel it all, this time you couldn’t even bring out a sound as it washed over you. Splotches entering your field of vision as white hot pleasure ran through you again. When your pussy clamped around Secondo’s dick you felt him reach his peak. Hot cum filling you up in spurts and twitches with a loud groan of your name. His hips stilled, slow thrusts as he emptied himself inside of you. His breathing was ragged as he stood up straighter, moving your left leg off of his shoulder gently. Still, with his softening dick inside of you. You watched his chest rise and fall, trying to match your own unruly breathing to his to calm down. Feeling tired and completely fucked out. There was a moment of serenity in the quiet, matched breathing. A peaceful moment as you kept his gaze.

A few seconds of pure devotion.

Secondo was the first to move again, slowly pulling out you hissed. Feeling empty and sensitive. You clamped around nothing. trying to keep his seed from spilling out of you. “You should get ready for mass.” Secondo said though his eyes were trained on your clenching pussy. “I don’t have a clean habit, or my panties.” you whispered, still trying to catch your breath. “A ghoul will get them.” Secondo spoke as his left hand reached out. His fingers find your entrance easily, dipping his middle and pointer inside causing a pained whimper from you. Giving a few lazy thrusts with his fingers he smirked as you squirmed away. “Not a drop. Remember?” He said before pulling his fingers out again. “Does that count as a spilled drop?” You asked as you could see the mixed fluids on those thick, long fingers. “Not if you don’t waste it.” He held them up and moved them to your lips. You opened your mouth wordlessly, welcoming those fingers and cleaning them off. Tongue moving over his fingers, in between and taking every drop of what he would give you. A strange combination of his and your arousal. His eyes darkened with lust as he watched you work his fingers like it could have been his dick. When he took them from your mouth he seemed a little torn.

“I will see you at mass.” He spoke as he started to button his shirt. You watched him get dressed before he disappeared into a different room. A ghoul entered the office with your clothes a few moments later. You covered yourself, a little embarrassed at your near nudity. Though the ghoul didn’t seem to mind, a knowing smile on his face. So, you got dressed after he left, getting ready to go to mass as you did everything you could to not spill a drop of Secondo’s cum. Sitting in the front pew at mass with the left leg crossed over the right, listening to him preaching about the dark lord. Squirming in your seat as you tried to keep everything inside. Switching to cross your right over your left you felt it. The slow drip of liquid pooling in your panties. Your breathing hitched, and your eyes met Secondo, a wicked glint in his eyes as he knew.

It was going to be a long mass.

[emeritus-fuckers]

How do you do, fellow simps?

We are Nosferatu (also known as Rat; any pronouns; main @nosferatu-inside-of-me), Nyx (she/her; main: @christie-r0ad), and Death (she/they; main: @deaths-reign02) and we have decided to do write horny shit here. This sideblog will mostly include anything Ghost and Repugnant related. You can learn more about us here.

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We provide content fot the entire Emeritus bloodline and some personal favorites, which means we write for:

Papa Emeritus Zero/Papa Nihil (both young and old because we're filthy simps)

Papa Emeritus I/Primo

Papa Emeritus II/Secondo (biblically accurate because y'all forget he's a party animal)

Papa Emeritus III/Terzo (he/they)

Papa Emeritus IV/Cardinal Copia

Sister Imperator (both young and old because, as written above, we're filthy simps)

Mister Saltarian

The Director

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Fire Ghouls

Alpha (he/him)

Ifrit (he/him)

Sodo (NOT Dewdrop; he/him)

Blaze (Papa Nihil's Ghoul; he/him)

Water Ghouls

Chain (it/ghoul)

Lake (he/him)

River (they/them)

Cowbell (headcannoned by us as a water ghoul; they/it)

Mist (he/she)

Rain (he/she/ve)

Storm (Papa Nihil's Ghoul; they/he)

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Cliff/Big Earth (first Earth Ghoul; they/he)

Pebble (he/him)

Ivy (he/xe)

Mountain (he/him)

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Air Ghouls

Eurus (first Air Ghoul, they/she)

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Cirrus (she/ze)

Cumulus (she/her)

Tornado (Papa Nihil's Ghoul, ze/zir)

Quintessence Ghouls

Omega (he/him)

Delta (transelemental Water-Quintessence; they/it)

Aether (he/him)

Phantom (he/they/xey/it)

Chaos (Papa Nihil's Ghoul; he/she/they/it)

Multi Ghouls

Swiss (he/it/xey)

Phil (he/him)

Sunshine (she/her)

Aurora (she/they/fae)

Here you can find out more about our headcanons about their identities! (Ghoulettes/Ghouls/Papa Nihil's Ghouls)

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We also make content for the following members of Repugnant:

Mary Goore (they/them. i will not answer anything where mary goore is regrded as a he/him.)

DD Sars (he/him)

G. Grotesque (he/him)

E. Forcas (he/him)

Tom Bones (he/him)

Sid E. Burns (he/him)

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[everybodyshusband]

we're back to your (ir)regularly scheduled happy regressed ghouls !!!

approx. 700 words of regressed aeon and caregiver zephyr under the cut, with they/them pronouns used for zephyr, and it/its used for aeon <3

“Are you comfortable, my little epoch?” The air ghoul’s voice rumbles in the quiet library. The only other sound to be heard is the crackling of the fire in the hearth and the broken, contented purrs of the little ghoul in their lap.

Aeon nods and buries its face even deeper into Zephyr’s chest, curled up in the air ghoul’s lap in a ball so tight that it’s a wonder its limbs haven’t begun to cramp up yet. It paws at Zephyr’s thigh as well as it is able to through the thick blanket covering them both and looks up at them with wide eyes. Its hand is barely able to reach the book resting there thanks to its strange position.

Zephyr smiles down at Aeon, loosening their hold around it to bring a finger up and boop its nose, making it giggle and purr even more loudly. “Is it story-time, small one? Would you wish for me to read aloud?”

Their questioning is met with a soft “Uh huh…” from the quintessence ghoul in their lap, and Zephyr can’t help but allow a purr of their own to kick up in their throat.

“You know,” they begin, picking up the book and rearranging Aeon in their lap as they do so, “this is not typically my favoured reading material.”

It’s true. At this time of year it’s more often than not that the old air ghoul can be found in the armchair with a book in front of the library’s warmest fire, doing their best to let the heat seep into their cold-stiffened and aching joints. Although, they tend to favour a lengthy Jane Austen, or perhaps an old, untranslated version of the Bible—the Christian one that is; the absurdity of the whole thing never fails to make them chuckle—over anything else, the colourful picture story book that was pushed into their claws by the eager, slightly sticky hands of the quintessence ghoul in their lap is most certainly outside of their regular sphere of interest. Alas, they couldn’t say no to it if they tried.

“Jus’ read da sdory, Dada.” By the sound of its voice, Zephyr can tell that Aeon won’t be awake for much of the sdory they’re about to read to it, but they sigh quietly and deign to prop the book up on their lap in such a way that if the little ghoul turns its head, it should be able to look at the pictures while Zephyr reads aloud.

Before they begin though, there’s one point they’d like to raise with the sleepy creature on their lap. “I didn’t know I was your Dada, epoch,” they muse, smiling down at Aeon gently.

It hums softly, rubbing its cheek against the fabric of Zephyr’s tunic, its purring kicking up a notch in volume as it does. “An’ my Mama.”

Sathanas. Zephyr doesn’t think they’re going to be able to handle much more of the adorable pile of ghoul in their lap without becoming uncharacteristically emotional. “And your Mama?”

“Mhmm.” It nods its head sleepily. “You gedda be bofe.”

“I get to be both? I must be very lucky.” The only response Zephyr gets from Aeon is another little nod of its head and a loose gesture towards the book. They chuckle softly. “Alright, my epoch. You want your story-time, I understand. Are you comfortable enough for your Dada-Mama to begin reading it for you?”

Another nod—and a small giggle at the phrase Dada-Mama.

“Perfect.” Zephyr readjusts Aeon’s position in their lap once again, holding the little ghoul close to them in a way that allows them to hold the book up with one hand and card gentle fingers through its hair with the other. It seems as if Aeon is content enough to leave its face under the blanket and buried in Zephyr’s chest rather than look at the pictures in the book, and when Zephyr looks down they can see it chewing on a fold in the fabric of their tunic, its loud and broken purring having never once ceased throughout the whole ordeal.

The air ghoul presses a chaste kiss to Aeon’s head, ensuring their own purr is audible to its blanket-enveloped ears, and begins to read.

[ghoulelegy]

A Ghoul's Sick Day

Summary :You wake up one morning feeling rather ill.

Pairing: Copia x Sick Reader

Words: 2222

Contains:

Comfort Gender-Neutral Reader Fluff Cuddling

Read A Ghoul's Sick Day on AO3 - If you prefer that.

Edit: so I am dumb and I couldn't figure out for the life of me how Tumblr works but credit goes out to @ghostussy for a major source of inspiration when it came to writing this fic. Please show them your love too <3

Meant to publish this earlier because I wrote this a while ago but editing my work took a whileeeeee - thank you for your patience <3

The blaring alarm pierced the sanctuary of sleep, yanking you from dreams that seemed to slip away like smoke. Clutching your head, you squinted at the digital numbers on your phone, plugged in to the outlet next to your bed, which is laying on your bedside table, struggling to make sense of their meaning through the haze of fatigue. Your bedroom remained dimly lit, the remnants of night clinging to the edges of the curtains. You'd called it an early night, seeking refuge in your dorm after an exhausting day of work.

Yet, as you pushed yourself to sit up, a realization dawned like a cold shower. A wave of nausea and fatigue had descended upon you the previous evening, rendering the simplest tasks a struggle. Your bones ached as though they'd been beaten, and your head throbbed with each heartbeat.

Fumbling for your glasses on the nightstand, you slid them onto your face, expecting the world to come into focus. Instead, you were met with a blur, the edges of your vision smudged and unfocused. Even the soft light filtering through the curtains felt like a searing stab, forcing you to squint and shield your eyes.

You sighed, propping yourself against the pillows, your thoughts tangled in a web of concerns. The day ahead promised a demanding schedule—classes, music practice, dinner duty, and library work. Your mind raced, thoughts colliding like stormy waves in the vast sea of responsibilities. A pang of dread nestled itself in your chest, coiling like a serpent. The urge to retreat back under the covers was strong, but the echoes of expectations and commitments held you captive.

As you stood, the room swayed slightly, the ground beneath your feet feeling more like a ship's deck in a storm. Each step required a conscious effort, as if gravity itself had conspired against you. With painstaking determination, you moved towards the bathroom mirror. A face stared back at you, the reflection drawn and weary. Dark circles marred the skin beneath your eyes, despite the early bedtime you put yourself through the day before.

A mental checklist formed, a reminder of all the tasks that lay ahead. But first, you needed to combat this relentless headache. You reached for the painkillers, hoping they'd provide a brief respite from the throbbing torment. The duo of pills slipped down your throat, followed by a quick gulp of water from your bottle - a bitter reminder of your body's protest against its own demands.

In your university attire - an oversized hoodie, worn black jeans, sneakers—you slung your backpack over your shoulder. The weight felt heavier today, each strap a reminder of the commitments you had to fulfill. You pushed open the door of your dorm, stepping into the common area of the ghouls, your fellow dorm mates. Laughter echoed, a stark contrast to the turmoil within you.

The hallway beckoned, a corridor of decisions and responsibilities. Yet, fate had its own plans, for as you turned the corner, you collided with none other than Copia, the enigmatic lead singer of the Ghost Project – and its frontman.

"Morning, Papa, I'm off for the day," you greeted him, though the words wavered slightly.

His dark eyes, framed by his unique presence, scanned you with concern. "Mio Dolce," he responded, his voice holding a touch of warmth and inquiry. "Sathanas, you don't look too good."

You smiled, the expression an attempt to reassure both him and you "I'm fine, papa," you claimed, though even behind the glasses, he could likely sense the discomfort that painted your features.

His eyebrow arched, skepticism lacing his gaze. "You sure about that?"

"Of course," you replied, your conviction wavering as his gaze held steady.

In the midst of your exchange, a notification chimed on your phone. The class you dreaded facing had been cancelled, granting you a temporary reprieve. Copia's lips curved into a faint smile. "Good. You can go rest. You seem like you need it."

You hesitated, your fingers toying with the strap of your backpack. Guilt whispered in your ear, reminding you of all that remained to be done. Yet, Copia's concern was genuine, his insight piercing through the facade you'd built.

“No, no, it’s okay, I’ll get some work done since I’m up I suppose”

His voice held a note of finality. "Try again. You don't look good."

This time, you nodded, surrendering to the truth you'd been reluctant to admit even to yourself. The unspoken weight of expectations, both your own and those of others, settled heavily on your shoulders.

"Fine" you replied.

"Good. Feel better soon, mio dolce"

"Thanks, Papa"

You head back to your room, and collapse on your bed. You haven’t bothered making it this morning. A wave of nausea enthralls your entire body once again, forcing you to bury your head into your soft pillow in an attempt to quench the sickness.

Your thoughts whirl, you feel guilty for resting. You just can't get your head to shut up. You were still rather new to the ministry, and rather terrified of disappointing any of the staff members, especially since they took you in. You see them as family.

"Ah fuck this shit. I'm fine" you talk to yourself, a habit you’ve picked up as a child and carried into your older years. You forcibly prop yourself up again and head off to the library to get some work done, and to return a book you had borrowed the week before – a book on mushroom spotting and fungi. Your head still throbs, but the painkillers eased the pain slightly.

As you approach the library, you’re struck with the sudden remembrance of a commitment - you need to do some sorting and book counting, an assignment given to you by the head librarian the day before. As a university student, you often found yourself curled up in the library researching on whatever topic intrigues you, or strange information that is needed for your coursework. The library at the ministry was quite smaller than the one on the University Campus, but it had some works that were a rarity, it was also much quieter, allowing you to focus more. The head librarian was none other than Sister Claire – one of the older Siblings. She’d allowed you to sometimes work as an assistant librarian when you weren’t too busy. It was nice work, flexible and allowed you to get some extra pocket money. She assigned you to finish stacking some books while she wasn’t there, she was gone for a couple of days. Trip or something.

A couple of hours of you stacking and organising books goes by. You notice more nausea every time you get up from a kneeling position and vice versa. You don't care.

As the early afternoon sun filtered through the windows, your fingers finally set the last book in place on the shelf. Despite the sense of accomplishment, weariness weighed heavily on your bones. Your head throbbed in an unrelenting rhythm, each pulse a reminder of your body's protests. The lyrics of 'Square Hammer' seemed to echo in your mind, a fitting soundtrack to your pounding headache. With a resigned sigh, you recognized that the painkillers had lost their battle against the relentless ache. You pressed a hand to your temple, a feeble attempt to quell the growing nausea that threatened to engulf you."

You open the door out of the library when you come face to face with Copia once more.

"What are you doing here, Mio Caro? Weren't you supposed to be resting?"

"Oh..uh I had to return a book" *it was technically the truth*

"Were you working here all morning?"

"No"

"I came in the ghouls' common room to check in on you just now. You weren't in your room. Swiss told me you were out for most of the morning" he sighs, as he places his thumb and index finger on his forehead.

"Please...rest" Copia continues "you look like you're going to collapse."

"What--no I'm not. You don't need to worry" *a wave of dizziness and nausea hit you right as you say that*

"You're taking the rest of the day off. That is an order" Copia says, a hint of sternness in his voice.

"...fine.."

"I'll call Sister to tell her that you're unwell, and you can spend the rest of the day with me. Resting.

"Y-you don't have to do that" you shuffle out those words, feeling guilty for taking up space.

"Nonsense, Tesoro."

He took you to your room, waiting for you outside your bathroom while you change into your fluffy pyjamas. You walk outside into your dorm, surprised to see him holding a one-metre-long stuffed shark in his arms.

"This is your favourite plushie right?" He asks, his eyes gently gliding over yours.

"Yeah. How did you know?" You let out a chuckle, before losing focus due to yet another wave of vertigo hitting you.

"You told me, Caro."

"Did I?" You choke out, surprised he remembers these little details about you.

"You remembered"

"Of course, I did, Caro. I care about you, you're one of our ghouls."

He leads you to his chambers, holding your arm in case you collapse, while you're holding your Blåhaj in your other arm.

"You don't think I'm weird or childish?" You ask.

"Nonsense. If it brings you comfort and you're not hurting anyone or yourself, why should I think you're weird?" he chuckles as he leads you in his chambers.

Immediately you were struck by the cocooning feeling of comfort, a gentle light dancing from the window onto the bed. There was a television facing the bed, next to the door you had just entered from. You notice yourself holding in a bit of a giggle as you notice Copia’s beloved tricycle.

"Bed or couch? What do you prefer?" He inquired.

"Umm.."

"Bed it is, it's more comfortable. Trust me on this, Caro"

He gently leads you on the king-sized bed, propping your head up with soft pillows and ploughing a blanket on top of you. You snuggle into a fetal position, holding your stuffed shark. He brings you a glass of water and some more painkillers.

Upon you taking the water and medicine you drop your Blåhaj.

"Nooo! Sharky!" you whine, grabby hands towards the shark.

"You named it Sharky? That's cute" he speaks, as he picks up the shark and gives it back to you.

"Do you want to watch a movie? Maybe something that brings you comfort?"

"Sure?"

He lets you pick a DVD of your choosing, before propping it into the DVD player. You pick your childhood favourite.

"Our technology is a bit ancient here" he chuckles "sorry about that”.

"It's fine, papa" you smile. In all honesty it brings you comfort and nostalgia for your childhood days, when your mother used to leave you at your grandparents when you were ill.

Papa takes a seat next to you, laptop on him, typing next to you, while you watch the movie. Every once in a while he'd ask if you're feeling okay still.

Halfway through the movie you feel your eyelids getting heavy. Copia takes away his laptop and removes your glasses.

"Shhh it's okay, rest."

"Mmmm" you find yourself snuggling into Copia for warmth, before waking up. "Oh shit sorry Papa" you say, a wave of embarrassment further reddening your already flushed face.

"It's alright, Caro, you can snuggle with me all you want" he says as you rest your head on his shoulder “bring it in”.

Copia's touch was a symphony of reassurance, his fingers gliding with feather-light grace over your skin. As his arm curved around your shoulders, his palm settled gently against your upper arm, creating a cocoon of security. You could feel the warmth of his touch seeping into your bones, a soothing balm that eased the ache that had settled there.

His thumb brushed against the fabric of your pyjamas, a delicate, almost absentminded gesture that sent ripples of comfort through your senses. With a tender grace, his fingers traced gentle patterns, a silent lullaby against the canvas of your arm. The pad of his thumb brushed over your skin in languid strokes, creating a hypnotic rhythm that synced with the steady beat of your heart.

As the Blåhaj plushie nestled between you, Copia's touch remained a constant, grounding force. His fingertips brushed against the curve of your shoulder, a gesture that held both tenderness and protection. It was a touch that defied words, offering solace and support in its simplicity.

With every inhalation, his chest rose and fell against your head, the sensation a soothing cadence that lulled you into a sense of calm. His arm around you created a haven—a space where vulnerability was not met with judgment.

"You'll feel better in no time" Copia whispered to you gently, his tone taking an almost fatherly whisper.

As the room bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, the tactile connection between you and Copia transcended the physical. It was an exchange of comfort, of trust, of emotions that words could scarcely capture. And within the cradle of his embrace, you found a haven of acceptance, where the language of touch spoke louder than any explanation ever could. You found yourself drifting into sleep once more.

“Good night, ti amo.”

~ Fin ~

[federfleisch]

Tagged by @feelin-woozy, thank you Soggy! 🫶

Tagging @codedreams, @erbodd, @subatomicskud, @a-wolf-in-bat-wings, @xxs4d-b4st4rdxx, @that-plague-doctor, @mnikhowozu <3

[seattlesea]

Every Copia Antichrist Theory Detail (That I Know Of)- Part Two

Continuing from my previous post:

7. Live shows. There's a lot of weird stuff going on in the live rituals. For starters, the Ghouls are acting weird. Swiss/Multi has been literally going feral, grabbing his head, falling to the ground, clawing at his mask, looking like a choking cat (and some people believe that Swiss was the one who killed/injected the Emeritus brothers in Chapter 3). Is he going to go full feral and attack/kill Copia at the Kia Forum, or is something happening that he knows about that's driving him crazy? Sodo/Dewdrop is normally a very energetic, active, aggressive, and bouncy Ghoul, but during Respite on the Spitalfields (whose lyrics I'll go over later), he plays the guitar solo after the first chorus standing still in one place with his head down, which is very unlike him. Does he know the meaning/nature behind the song, and if he does, is he sad because he knows Copia is going to die, or is he sad because he knows Copia is going to become the Antichrist and 'evil'? Furthermore, the songs they play live are also interesting. During the Imperatour- which everyone was convinced Copia was going to die at the end of- they played 'Prime Mover' which is about the anti-Virgin Mary carrying the Antichrist in her womb. In Re-Imperatour, they replaced this song with Respite on the Spitalfields, which includes the lyrics 'We will break away together, I'll be the shadow, you'll be the light. Nothing ever lasts forever, we will go softly into the night'. Does this song reference/predict the death of Copia, or his death to resurrect as the Antichrist. They played two other songs from Opus Eponymous- which is, again, about the birth of the Antichrist- Ritual, which is about sacrifices to Satan, and Con Clavi Con Dio which is about the Clergy's goal (to spread the news and love for Satan) which references the Antichrist a couple times ('O you rebel chief destroyer of the earth' and 'Sathanas, we are one, out of three, trinity' which is a reference to the Unholy Trinity I talked about above and the Antichrist). The only song off Infestissumam they play is Year Zero, which is all about the rise of the Antichrist and how he will destroy the earth. They also play Jesus He Knows Me, which again could be about the False Prophet, another member of the Unholy Trinity.

8. Tobias. A couple things Tobias has said and done kind of puts things into place. First, Tobias/Ghost are well-known for doing the opposite of what everyone expects and surprising their fans (such as dragging Terzo off stage, Papa Nihil getting a heart attack and dying, killing the first three Papas, all the things that happen in the chapters, etc), so with not just everyone assuming that Copia is going to die but all the very obvious 'hints' that Tobias has been dropping such as the glass coffin in Chapter 16: Tax Season that Saltarian is wheeling around while Sister Imperator tells Copia on the phone about the Kia Forum ritual, Copia stares at the rolling coffin, and Saltarian smiles sinisterly then Sister tells Copia that it's a brand new coffin. The Darkness at the Heart of my Love 'When the summer dies, severing the ties' lyric. Copia waving at his ear during Cirrus's solo in Mummy Dust like he's batting away ghosts or whispers. Copia screaming 'No' after the line 'Never to return' in Rats, Saltarian telling Copia he 'knows when his time is up' in Chapter 14: Road Trip, etc etc. I feel like it's honestly too obvious that Copia is going to 'die'. That Tobias is building this up just for the fans to expect one thing only to do something completely different and shock them. Secondly, Tobias in an interview (I'll have to find which one, if you know please let me know), Tobias said that we're going to get a Papa in a way 'none of us expect'. So that could possibly mean an 'evil' Papa or an Antichrist Papa. Or it could mean the next Papa is going to be Tobias playing as Sister Imperator dressed in drag. Only Satan knows (cred to whoever made that joke btw it's hilarious).

9. Merch. Some of the official merch has honestly dug this theory deeper, such as the one depicting Copia on a white horse to represent Death and quite literally the Antichrist. But other than that one, two other merch pieces really stick out to me: the first being the 'Split Faces Raglan' that shows Copia with a half skeleton face with a glowing white eye and the right side of his face with a red eye. Why red and not green like his usual eye color? Could just be an artistic choice, but weird nonetheless. And the more important, telling merch: the Pietra pieces. These depict a skeletal Sister Imperator in a red cloak carrying a dead Copia with bat wings and devil horns which mimics the statue of Mary holding Jesus, 'Pieta' by Michelangelo (it even has the same name, so it's obviously based off of it). But since this is Ghost and Ghost is the 'opposite' or 'parody' of the Christian Church, the opposite of Mary and Jesus would be the anti Virgin-Mary and the Antichrist. Seems like a rather odd design choice considering all the other facts piled up. The Antichrist has the power to raise himself from the dead, but if Sister Imperator is trying to help Copia become the Antichrist for whatever reason, the Pietra pieces definitely depict that.

10. Escape the Ministry. The game seemed like just a fun, silly way to promote and celebrate Phantomime, but when you play it is says so much more (after all, everything Ghost does that seems 'silly' is usually foreshadowing to something much bigger and more serious). Spoiler if you haven't played the game yet: for starters, there are four Papa statues in the main hall, one for each deceased Papa. In the middle, there's an empty pedestal with the note saying it was to be filled soon. Is it for Copia (again going back to the 7th point about making it too obvious just to turn around and do something else) or is it for Cardinal Copia, or who he is before he turns into the Antichrist (considering the Antichrist needs to die before being rebirthed as the Antichrist)? Furthermore, the final code to the game is 'Evil remains all around', which is a mix of one word from four of the five covers off Phantomime. Obviously it was from Phantomime, as that's the record they're promoting in the first place, but those specific words and that specific phrase is suspicious considering the Antichrist is the embodiment of 'evil' and the rival of Jesus, and the first cover off Phantomime is literally about Jesus. There's one more thing about this game that struck me as very very odd that I'll go over in this next and final point.

11. Copia will not die. The main thing going around is that Papa IV is going to die and will be replaced, but there's actually a ton of facts that point to him not dying at all. The first thing to note which is very important is the fact that none of the former Papas actually died when the next Emeritus became Papa. Primo resigned/retired and both Secundo and Terzo got booted/fired for not sticking to the main goals and values of the Ghost Project and the Clergy, which was to overthrow governments and churches and to preach the name of Satan. Sister Imperator was the one who ordered their deaths after Copia had become the frontman because she didn't think they were doing a good enough job. Now with Nihil dead, she doesn't have to hear him constantly nag about how Copia isn't good enough. So 1. I doubt his own mother would order for his execution especially after the lyric in Witch Image mentioned before and how she avoids calling him Papa due to the past Papa's fates and 2. If the Antichrist theory is wrong, Copia doesn't even have to 'die' at all for the next Papa to take place, the same way Primo, Secundo, and Terzo didn't die for the next to take place. Second, in Escape the Ministry, there's a note about Copia's performance that goes like this: "Subject: Papa IV. Physical Appearance: 10. Fitness: 8. Musical Talent: Unmeasurable. Charisma: 8.5 Sticking to the Message: 9. Current Progress: Satisfactory". If his progress is satisfactory, why would they want to get rid of him? Also, they note that his 'Sticking to the Message' is a 9 out of 10. So he's doing his job as Papa and sticking to the goal of the Ghost Project, which Terzo and Secundo got fired for not doing and the three brothers got killed for not accomplishing. So the only canonical reason so far a Papa would be fired or killed is if they're not doing their appointed job well enough, which the Clergy is saying Copia is doing, even when he's dressing differently than a traditional Papa. So there is no reason for the Clergy to kill Papa IV. The only other reason I can think of that they'd want to kill him is if he's trying to become the Antichrist. Copia is a very naive, gullible, and exploitable person that the Ministry can easily manipulate and control, but if Copia becomes the Antichrist, he becomes extremely powerful, to the point of being able to rival Jesus himself. The Clergy wouldn't be able to control or stop him. That might be one reason they'd want to kill him (if they want to kill him at all). Another thing people point out is the glass coffin in Chapter 16: Tax Season that Saltarian is rolling around and Sister says is brand new. But it wasn't for Copia, it was for Nihil! In the very next chapter Nap Time you see Nihil in a brand new glass coffin. So: The Clergy has no reason to kill him besides if he wants to be the Antichrist, Sister Imperator is now the lone 'ruler' of the Clergy with Nihil dead and there's a slim chance she'd order the execution of her own son for no reason, even if Copia is being replaced, there's no rule that states he needs to die for someone else to become Papa, and Tobias waving the theory that Copia will die into fan's faces and heavily leaning into it so much makes it seem like it's actually less likely to happen.

And there we go, that's all the details, facts, and such that I've complied so far as to why I don't really think Copia is going to die, but rather die and come back as the Antichrist (the 666 tattoo on his chest, on his robe, and in his music video is what's keeping me so hooked on this theory cause it's just too specific and there). Is this all an intellectual, arguable theory, or just a crazed denial stage of Copia dying? Only Satan knows.

-A Nameless Ghoul

Credit to @billiesghost.snc on TikTok for most of these facts and theories, they're incredible!

[itwasnotahamster]

An old letter from Per "Dead" Ohlin | 1990? | De Mysteriis — Dom Sathanas

"Hi Mike, I'm Dead and I'm the singer of MAYHEM. Euro has for the moment really much mail to answer and he's hundreds of letters after you don't mind of that so this time I wrote you and I hope you don't mind that. I enclose here the demo Deathcrush (the 2nd released one) + some shit from a gig we had in the 3rd January '90 that was really a mess musically but it was our most Evil show. I did cut up my left arm with something that looked like a sacrificial knife from India at Necrolust. Later at Chainsaw Gutsfuck I slashed up my right arm with a crushed bottle and I did the cuts then a bit deeper than expected... the crowd ahead of me seemed to enjoy when I bled over them. We've had 3 gigs so far and all of them were in this self-condemned year '90. After Deathcrush we had a line-up change (in case you don't know, I don't know of what Euro told you...). I begun in spring '88 as the vocalist and before that I was the vox in the Swedish band Morbid. 'Bout a month later Hellhammer joined as our drummer. Now to the main point of this fucked up letter. I wanna ask you of if you have any contacts in Romania-?! and especially of Transylvania then 'Cos I have to get contacts over there but I know nothing of if there is any scene at all there... there shall be many Hungarians living in Transylvania so I thought to ask you of that. I'm POSSESSED by mysterious Transylvania and I have to know everything about that Evil place!"

[hhelliish]

Some Seven Deadly Sin design ideas i felt i needed to write down somewhere

Lucifer (Pride): he is the character ive worked most on out all of them

currently his design is going through some changes. for one i want him to be more goat like. i still want to keep his sharper nose cuz i just really like that one him, but hes going to start looking more like a furry as the days pass sorry not sorry

his personality i dont plan on changing. he's going to remain a more standoff-ish and quiet, coming off as cold. but on his other side he is actually quite caring and passionate about taking care of his family, his people, and Hell itself

Sathanas (Wrath): hes a bit tricky. i didnt want him to be so predictable by being a meet head jock or something. so i decided to go the business man route.

im thinking of also making him more animal like. maybe a bull to represent the wrath part of him to get a better idea. he also 100% has glasses he's a nerd

personality; similar to Lucifer he's quiet and intimidating, but more like the opposite spectrum. he comes off as more stern and serious, not taking anyones shit and he means it

Beelzebub (Gluttony): my silly. ive grown heavily attached to him

entirely going into a bug look for him. in my mind he looks a bit human but has a lot of bugs features like antenna's, four pairs of arms, huge insect wings, differently bent legs, and possibly abdomen im not entirely sure about that yet

i always pictured him to be very carefree, silly, but really off putting and strange. bro totally eats corpses and thats ok because hes funny <3

he also has a wife and child. she let him hit cuz hes goofy

Asmodeus (Lust): this again is a tricky one cuz i really want him to be unique but translate his design that doesnt feel overcomplicated to design. because if you know how he really looks, its a lot

i do have in mind i want him to be fat as im tired of the definition of Lust being this skinny guy. fat people can be hot af and i want that to be more pushed

i was also thinking with how Asmodeus has more than one face, i either thought he could change his features by waving a hand in face that changes everytime like magic. or he spins his head like a doll and appears a new face every so often. not entirely sure with what i want to do but the separate faces i dont think i want to make to be different people, rather just different appearances

Asmodeus is also a kind and full of passion for others. he has several partners that he all treats very well and is not purely out of lust

Mammon (Greed): again, this is a hard one

Mammon in my mind can be many things and its hard for me to decide what he looks like. so he is the one thats the most work in progress as for some reason its just difficult for me

as for personality, hes by far the nastiest out of all the Sins. besides Belphegor, he very much embraces the sin he represents and doesnt feel bad about it. hes a man of the status quo and likes to be the bigger person power or wealth wise.

even though when being ranked alongside the other seven sins he isn't that powerful compared to Sathanas, Beelzebub, or definitely Lucifer

so hes kind of compensating all the time for his broken ego LOL

Leviathan (Envy): SEA WITCH SEA WITCH

ive been so excited to design her and im gonna go all out with the deep sea monster look. i envision her as a kind of kelpie/siren kind of monster creature girl that has hair covering her face but a huge creepy smile. shes got lots of teeth like a shark

personality so far is that shes a bit creepy. she likes to make herself look as if her spine is cracking in half and loves fucking with people. but sometimes her creepiness is just who she is. no one can tell when shes being serious or being an ass

Belphegor (Sloth): the last furry i promise (not)

yeah, i may be stealing the idea of what Vizviepop is doing with her Belphegor. not like entirely tho since we still dont know what she looks like. but my Belphegor is going to be a sheep for certain

i want her to be the shortest out of all the Sins and look like the fairly unthreatening one. but thats where she gets you cuz actually all along her fluffy wools is eyeballs that pop out of nowhere and scare the hell out of you

her attitude to me is more predictable for Belphegor by being noncaring, monotone, and sleepy. but i honestly cant think of her in any other way it just fits best. i imagine she never even walks she just floats around with a pillow and sleeps randomly

these are just concept ideas btw but i needed to air this out to someone so i hope you guys enjoy seeing my thought process <3

[rastronomicals]

1:10 AM EDT April 3, 2024:

Mayhem - "Life Eternal" From the album De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas (May 24, 1994)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

[da-rulah]

Hi! I’m new to ur acc bc I’m not on here a lot but I have a request..a uhm..sinful request 😀 do u think u can make a story (I’m a boomer at tumblr pls don’t come after me 😭) or smth abt the papas and their k!nks with the reader ? <3 I love ur confessional series btw !! 🖤

Aww thank you my lovely! I'm so glad you enjoyed Confessional! Your wish is my command...

18+, Minors DNI! For any and all genders.

Primo

Primo is a very respectful lover, and out of all of the Emeritus clan, the most vanilla.

But do not be mistaken... that doesn't mean he is just vanilla.

This man is a body worshipper. Every inch, every little bit of flesh he can kiss, suckle, nibble...

The man has a praise kink, but GIVING praise. He will constantly tell you how good you are, how soft you feel, how much he adores you, how good you make him feel.

Sensory deprivation. Not in a power play kind of way, in a "this will heighten your experience, cara mio," kind of way.

High heels. He just... loves you in them. The way they make your legs look longer, so pretty...

Scent kink. Man will be between your legs and taking the deepest breaths...

Cum eating. Cum swapping. Cumming on you. Cumming in you. Just CUM.

Secondo

Everyone thinks he's the filthiest little sadist, but I'm not sure he's the worst of the Papas...

Secondo is into voyeurism, and bonus points if he's watching you with another sibling of sin. (He especially loves it when you're both on your knees for him, sharing his dick)

And with his voyeurism kink, comes an exhibitionism kink. He'll let anyone watch, as long as you're into it too. And it's a strictly look, but do not touch what's his policy.

Bondage. Specifically, shibari. This man loves ropes, loves the pretty little harnesses he can put you into, strapping your limbs together to keep you pliable to him.

He doesn't mind some leather here and there too...

Pain. He likes to administer, likes to receive (sometimes...). Spanking and whips, but he's into some cock-stepping too.

With him, it's a fight for dominance. He'll growl at you and fight you back but he still takes the pain, likes the fight...

Claws. Down. His. Back.

Bite him. See what happens.

Terzo

Everything is a power play. Everything...

He's either completely dominant, or completely submissive. No inbetween.

Food kink. This man likes to feed, likes to indulge... He'll share food from his mouth to yours, he'll spit wine into your mouth, he'll smother you in the sweetest confectionaries. (inspired by @angellayercake's feeding Terzo fic... still not over it.)

As a dom, he's completely sadistic. BDSM? Yes. Going so far as to have a knife kink, even.

I said Secondo wasn't the worst of the papas...

In the same breath, when he's the sub, he is a subby little baby.

BRAT.

He's happy to give you the power, but he's not gonna make it easy for you...

This is a man who's gonna need restraining if you want to get anything done. And he wouldn't mind that...

Punishment. Chastity cages, cock slapping, spanking. He'll let you, and he'll thank you for it.

Copia

Oral. Giving. He loves to receive, of course he does, but to give it? Sathanas...

When he was Cardinal, he was certainly less confident and would prefer you took the reigns.

P R A I S E. We all know why...

He needs to know you're enjoying yourself, he needs to know he's doing it right, making you feel good...

Tickle that fucking taint.

He loves a good prostate massage. Hell, he'll even ask you to rim him, peg him, just make him lose himself.

As Papa, his confidence grew, and domming is not so difficult anymore. Mostly because he feels like it's his role now, and he should be, but he enjoys how powerful it makes him feel.

He will still want you to peg him.

Mild sensory deprivation.

TOYS. Oh my god, he loves toys. He loves using a wand on you, he loves watching you fall apart. He'll give you vibrating panties to wear through the day... But also, ride him with a prostate massager in? Oh my god, he's PUTTY in your hands.

[xardoth]

Battery Zine (1990) | Pelle Ohlin

Hello!! Here's another decently long interview with Pelle (5 pages in the zine) for ya'll. Also: I'm trying to post everyday, whether it's a photo or an interview, however I don't always have time. :-] Again, Pelle's answers are in italics and the questions are in bold.

"Hello Deathmetallunatics! Here's Werner again, presenting you an interview with one of the best Deathmetalbands that exist on earth, the true MAYHEM from Norway! (Huh, that sounds like a big hyper but what I wanted to tell you is that they fucking rule, ok?). Really, the stuff they create is so godly, I have to listen to it again and again and again... every day! Everybody into serious Deathmetal should this + of course the review somewhere else in this zine and of course write to these guys. Let us waste no more space with this stupid intro, just read what dead (voc) answered to my questions...

Has anything been released after "Deathcush"? If not, when can we expect some more stuff from MAYHEM, and what (LP/EP)??

- Not really.. well we've recorded a few rehearsings (which we never released). What we've done is doing new material all the time and dropping them for better songs. We have very different ideas of how we shall sound like and it's hard for us to make songs that we are satisfied with. These shall not sound like anything else and not be bounded to the moment of now. What I mean with that is that we first have to forget of how all the other bands sound like and not to be bounded to any time to avoid trends and to find originality. Yeah, it's now been a time since "Deathcrush" was released and we've got many requests of a new vinyl but it's hard to make new material that doesn't become ordinary or usual after a year. However, in the latest time we have released two songs for a compilation LP that will be released by Chicken Brain Records in this summer. The songs are "The freezing moon" and "Carnage". "The freezing moon" is a new one while "Carnage" is from the first demo. "Pure fucking armageddon" that we did the mistake to limit only to 100 copies and it's not available now. But we thought the song "Carnage" was worth to be picked up again (you're completely right, Dead -W.). We haven't signed anything (of course) for CBR and we'll not get anything of the profits for the selling records later. I don't think we'll let any other label give out something with us in the future cause there's no reason to do that and we'll never sign any contract neither sell our band to fat multi-labels who don't give a fuck about the music. Fat deals ain't no investment as some believe, only a bad try to get rid of the job behind everything that's necessary to do but not impossible to do by one self. We got the idea of that we have to use the so Darkened Black name DE MYSTERIIS DOM. SATHANAS for something a long time ago. That title comes from a story of a book with that name, which is Latin for "Lord Satan's secret rites" and it's thought to exist in only one copy and I won't give up searching for it... we had a finished lyric for that song and the music to it was almost complete also. By then we had to drop all the new songs we were onto making cause of a festival in Poland that was supposed to be then.,, it fucked and we later should pick up those songs, more or less finished, we'd forgot about them but we have to use that song DMDS by all means.,, it'll be the most complicated thing we ever have been involved in. That is also what the LP, that we hope will come out soon, will be entitles.

And then you'll play in Russia. When will this take place and in which part of the country will you play? Only in the European part or also more in the eastern part?

- Yes, but I wonder of when this will be.... their tour agency, that is government owned, want us to wait and that's all we have heard about them. It all begun with that Euronymous asked a pal there of the possibilities to set up about 3-4 gigs there and then answered that thought of put us together with two other band there, ACCENT and SYZORYE, and make a tour containing 20-30 gigs sometimes in the future that for us seems to be far. Later one guy of SUZORYE kind of took over that and now we just don't have any idea of how and when it'll be.

Do you really think you're ready for a Russian tour? I mean, does anyone know you over there?

- Of what we've heard of the people we know there, we are well-known by radiostations and music mags (I don't think there are any zines there) and those guys have arranged for tours before, but only with their own local bands. 

I know of Euronymous that he is a communist, so is that one reason why you wanted to tour over Russia?

- He's mentally addicted to countries he finds sicks or as communistic as possible, preferably totally enclosed with iron borders and everything and with a language none else can understand. He wants Norway to be in conspiracy with Albania or Cuba and also that a "Commogrey" wall shall be risen and the borders closed... we other don't share his ideas of that, Necrobutcher is only into crimes and drugs and he's a kinda rightwing, Hellhammer wants to be a dictator and he's seriously into fascism and Nazi stuff. I think everything politically involved is CRAP and I don't think any political involved things mean anything and I keep away from it. The countries and republics and places Euro has "planned" that we shall tour are - Albania, North Korea, China, Kampuchea, Vietnam, Mongolia, South Yemen, Afghanistan, Iran, Angola, Congo, Somalia, Ethiopia, Libya and Cuba. My thoughts of these countries that we can never visit them & especially cannot play there. Out(?) there's a guy in Cuba who tries to set up a gig for us there and also in the (lesser sick) Philippines there might be something as well as Malaysia. I think it all will end with that Euro will tour there by his own.. there will be too music hassles with the stage show I think, and in Iran it's no possibility to bring any instruments. Places like for example Romania that are losing the communistic involvement also lose Euro's interest. But I'm madly into Romania instead and that's cause the main part of Transylvania is there. So that's why Euro wants us to play in Russia, even if they now have "too much" Glasnost and everything. Euro reads books of Mao and he wishes to live in South Yemen or North Korea and go also to Kampuchea to join the Red Khmer. 

I heard that in a communistic country, only guys with privileges are allowed to go to gigs of Western bands, and not always the real fans, so will this be the case with you, too? Or won't you have such problems over there?

- At least we think that was the case many years ago but that it has changed pretty much since then. The real problem is that there exists NOTHING of an underground there and they don't even know of what it is. There ARE Deathmetalbands there, even if the're very rare, and the same guys who listen to them also like Hard-Heavy-Speed- Pop. VENOM is really widespreaden and well-known there but they haven't heard of METALLICA (or not many of all know of them) which I think is great...

Do you think that you'll earn money (or at least don't lose it) or are you going to pay for it?

- The reason of why it'll be so easy to set it up and why that agency is into us is that we don't want dollaers. They'll pay by a cheque instead an we can get that money froma Norwegian bank in what currency we wish to have it in. The problem that can appear is to get them into giving such a cheque afterwards but our Russian friends talked them (in the agency) into it.

Talking about live shows, judging from what you have told me about your show (impaled pigheads and such stuff), you seem to have a very brutal stageacting. So aren't you afraid that perhaps some moron takes it too seriously and beats up someone (or hurts him seriously)?

- There's always some fuckheads that do not understand what it's all about and cannot understand others who are there for the music and that problem is at almost every concert not depending of what band is playing I think. If someone's diving or something there's often some asshole who cannot see what that is and then wanna start up a fight of that reason. Idiots that go to concerts only to throw bottles and destroy for both the band and the crowd shouldn't be there. We haven't had many liveshows and that one we could have hose "effects: there were many into Speedmetal and glam-fag-rock and they left as soon as the pigheads begun to fly around in there... but something I do hate indeed is mosh! I can't accept it exist children that think of themselves funny & noisy recording demos demos after a couple weeks after one more trendy band has formed. A kid of 11 years or so has listened to CARCASS and the day after he finds out he shall form a band along with plas from school. It's like that these bands get created and they never care or know of, they only fuck with the scene by their hundreds of demos  that are teeming everywhere and it sounds all the same! I REFUSE to listen to that! And especially never laugh at their fun-pix, fun-lyrics or fun-noises they make.. to all those things are supposed to be so childish and non-seriously funny, it's only themselves that manage to alugh but no one else does! I think it was necessary to tell of that, too.

Do you use any other effect than impaled pigheads on stage?

- Pigheads, as well as other heads, is what we try to have at all gigs. But also other things are kind of planned at future shows. It needs sick ideas and also money as well as it gotta suit to the place we're playing at.. for example if we use impaled pigheads in one (of Euro's) Islamic countries we'll surely get killed then. Another thing is that what's the most disgusting thing to do right here to fuck with the wimps might not be the same effectful somewhere else and if we ever come to for example India, the most evil thing that we can do there I have in mind will be to sacrifice a "holy cow" on stage. I wanna have stage equipment at our shows of Transylvanian landscapes, instruments of torture that are from the 12th century, real trees from a dead forest, spotlights that are used to "paint" dark colors of dust and later moonshine... different animalheads and human craniums hanging in meat hooks by chains from the dead trees and the heads have huge screws in their eyes... that's what I think would make the perfect mood. But if we can build such things by ourselves pay for the giant expenses it surely will include and make it portable also, I can't imagine if we will ever be able to make. But to tell of what else we have as the show or effects is when I cut myself up. Something I study is how people react when my blood is streaming everywhere but that's not why I do it. I like to cut, in others preferably, but it's mostly in myself. That I can't do too often which makes me a bit mourning.. the nearest thing is three gigs in Sweden which will probably be in the end of May and I think of if I can take a highly tunes kitchen saw machine that's cutting and sawing faster than it's possible to control it..... that would be a nice thing to have there I think. Another band there, that's the one the guy that'll set this whole thing up by the way, will try to get a goat that they shall sacrifice on stage by a fireman's axe but I just can't remember that bandname. Another Blackmetal band that'll play there is GROTESQUE (from Gothenburg) + some other Deathmetals. If it shall be "gore" then it gotta be REAL effects and only snuff is real! 

Is MAYHEM still trying to play as fast as possible, or is that something of the past?

- Hard to say yes or no. Maybe I shall add here I wasn't in the band in the beginning and I didn't join MAYHEM till after "Deathcrush" was recorded, and we got a new drummer straight after that's called Hellhammer. What I can of by my experiences of early MAYHEM is only when I first heard the band. That was when the first released demo "Pure fucking armageddon" that suddenly appeared in five copies in a record shop in Stockholm called heavy sound.. that record shop is really commercial and their prices stink! But anyway that tape was the most brutal, fastest and unbelievably evil than what I had ever heard since VENOM! That first released tape, which was a reh/demo is not available any longer, it was given out in only 100 copies. I could har then, and they told me of it also, that it was a sharp contrast to most of the bands that were in '86 and as for that time it was really something very fast. And as for my experiences in about that time, which was outside of MAYHEM then, when we played most of those who watched thought it sounded chaotic and they simply couldn't understand us... but the speed is not exactly what we think is the view of our sound. It's not necessary to play as fast as it's possible for a band neither the heaviness as some call it in doom shall not make the sound of a band. I fell that it's necessary to add that I'm neither into noise nor techno. When we make something new of material for a song we don't think like "it gotta be 100 times faster" or "no, we can't use such a guitar-riff 'cos it's not doomy enough". When we first make it as well as when we improve it we only are working on what's necessary for that track and try to find out of what makes it that we think we like that one. Then it's not depending on how fast it goes but the rhythms and sound itself. To express brutality and the matter in the lyrics is not not done by breaking the soundwall with drumpounches. What I think the most Doomband can't make so well is that they wanna be Deathmetalbut at the same time they try to get that heaviness of BLACK SABBATH. Nothing wrong with BLACK SABBATH (the early...) but it can't be mixed with Death, then it turns out to be something between these and that's Heavy-Speedmetal and that's not acceptable! 

Will you always play Deathmetal, or can we expect a change of the style?

- Maybe we now have learned a bit more of our instruments since the start... of the present time the only we have to compare with of a new recording are the two track that'll be on the Swedish compilation LP. I have no idea of what responses it'll be from it. But yes, we have changed a bit, but not more than what can be expected after almost three years since last recording and two new members. And it is a difference between the first PFA demo and "Deathcrush". I can't tell much more than my own thoughts of how a band shall hopefully sound like. That is to keep the sound and spirit that once existed in the time of what now is "old fashioned Blackmetal: of VENOM and the earliest bands that came by then like POSSESSED, DESTRUCTION, SODOM, POISON (German of course!!), BATHORY, DEATH and so on before they either vanished or wimped out to get big bucks and groupies. What has happened after that is hard o ignore when one got reminded by totally unserious and senseless demos of noise with either vegetarian or anti-everything lyrics or no lyrics at all - can they never realize they;re all fuckheads and should never form those fun-bands that each such dude is in 30 or 50 dofferent crap bands with thousands of half-second songs? But they can eat their fucking (polluted) salad believing they do the scene a big favour while I stick with what I worship and that so many others seem to be indeed scared of - BLACKMETAL! Once there was something illful that ordinary wimps feared and never understood. Something none had heard anything like of ever before. There were less numbered bands and the scene was new and not big but there was a friendship, so limited but strong. In leather and spikes.

What do you think of bigger bands like METALLICA that become more wimpy and slower with every album?

- What happened with METALLICA can never be forgiven, they died after "Kill em all" although I can listen to some of the songs from "Ride the lightning". Their sound of aggressive power is totally lost and there is no reason for such a band to continue. Bands that appear on such crap as MTV (get off the air - W.) and commercial lists should never exist!!!! They're too damn technical with only harmonies and tight rhythms to pose as rutinated superstars.

Do you listen only to Deathmetal, or also to something else? In America it seems as if many people listen to many different musicstyles, not only metal, so what do you think of it?

- Each place seems to me having an own scene. And mostly it can be noticed if a band is American by their sound. I've never been there, only heard lots of strange comments by friends who visited it. I think I better keep these comments untold.... Do you believe me when I say that I don't listen to anything else than Black/Death? (We do believe you lol - me) To me that's what exists and nothing else. I listen to what I find to be evil or black for the evil's sake. That's why I begun listen to it. Satanic sound of pure evil illful brutality that I couldn't get out of my grey matter! I still like it that way and that's why I continue having about the same idea of it. In lyrics I try to express various evil thoughts and the same in for example drawings. That's one reason why I think effects as stage show is of such importance.

On the rehearsal tape you've sent me, it's you who's singing, or am I wrong? Well, Most Deathmetal bands prefer a vocalist with a very deep voice, so why is it different with MAYHEM? Do you do that on purpose to sound different than other bands?

- Yeah, it's me on vocals and Hellhammer on drums 'cos that tape was pretty new. If my voice is different from the most bands I take it as a compliment. Each singer has got an own voice and an own way to use it. But mostly there's only one particular way of singing that suits on singer's voice. I use to sing in that way and how we think fits to the music, too. I have no purpose that I necessary have sound completely different than anything else do or create something new. Neither to copy from anyone. No, it's simply our sound.

Your voice reminds me a bit of Quorthon from BATHORY and that brings me to the next question. I read that you and Quorthon aren't what one could call friends, so could you tell me what's up with that or don't you want me to talk about that? 

- Why is Quorthon talked of so often? (I don't mean by you but from so many..). I don't think he invented Occultism or the deathway of singing. I can listen to the early stuff by BATHORY only. Like the first LP and the compilation LPs, but later he lost all the ability to crush and kill. I don't think so many outside of Scandinavia have him but I can tell you it's not worth the try. Some dudes I know more or less know that guy, but I've met him only once. He's one of the worst motherfucking wimps I've had the misfortunate to meet! Do you by the way know it's his dad who's "the boss" and he runs his record label and Quorthon goes nowhere without his daddy.. "Quorthon" has changed his real name now to Ace and he doesn't have have to slightest idea of any Occultism and especially not of the black arts his lyrical stuffs content! I just don't understand who makes the lyrics.. could it be the Boss? The only interest Quorthon has is to fucking around at the London's rockclubs and the so-called Vvornth, the drummer he picked up from a GLAMROCK band!!! How strange how everything he says in interviews is changing completely all the time... in the earliest days of BATHORY he explains how important it is with the darkness in songs and he's writing of the satanic influences he has 'cos that's his greatest possession. He also explained of a gig that fucked in the earliest line-up of BATHORY befre he became an one-man band for two LPS - the reason why that gig wasn't possible to set up was 'cos of the extreme stage-show they were supposed to have then. Things as for example sacrifice a lamb.. that's NOT how he's talking now at all. He became for a while so totally against satanism, black magic and so on to change again to "nothing is wrong with satanism, black art, the evil etc., but what I hate is the satanists"..more amazing than ever I think! He's a fuckhead and he's too much of a superstar and he "can't" talk to normal people 'cos he is far too fucking famous for that! Haven't seen any likely case of wimpism before! WOE! And he didn't like the sacrificed guineapighead impaled on an upside-down cross with nailed eyes that I thought smelled so nice....

Is there a special way to get such a voice or were you born with it?

- In fact I sound different on the demo I sung at with m old band in Sweden - MORBID. Which is the only demo I am on by the way. I've learned some more of how to sing I guess, but I hope people won't thing of it as a negative...? That demo of MORBID "December moon" that we'd recorded in Dec. '87 isn't much of spreaden out so I guess not many have heard it that are reading this interview. We split up about a month after that recording. I can't think of if I have any technic or a special method, I just sing.

Are you "only" a singer, or do you also play and instrument? If not, don't you find it a bit frustrating that you can't write music?

- I'm "only" a singer. I once tried to learn playing guitar but with no success at all so I gave it up after a short time. That was years ago...... I joined for a short moment a very stupid band and we tried without any success to make music but it was too disturbing for all of us so we quit that almost immediately. In that "band" I tried to play bass which went shit and by that short existence I found it did sound kind of better when I tried to sing.. strange, I just thought of if we had done that right now instead of about six years ago we had probably been one of these noise bands of the thousands of inscrutable demos and working on ruining the scene I suppose. I don't think of myself as a musician.

Normally singers have to take care of their voices, like no smoking, no drinking and much sleep, so how do you treat your voice? Is drinking and smoking the best way to get a Deathmetal-voice?

- I guess I should take care of the voice more than I do. But I can tell you that I don't smoke and don't drink very often either, and as for drinking, that's 'cos of lack of money and time...

Why do you have these pseudonyms? Just cause they sound cool? 

- I got many nicknames and usually when I visit somewhere they start to call me something strange of a name. We think there's nothing wrong with our names that we have chosen and we think those pseudonyms reflect our personality. If we had used our "real" names, none outside Scandinavia surely couldn't say them. We use these names 'cos they sound best! 

How do you react when someone makes fun of you cause he thinks your names are stupid?

- That doesn't happen often, but if some shithead does it's too stupid that I shall care of!

Sweden seems to be a land of Deathmetal, while I can't think of too many good Norwegian Deathmetalbands, so how is the Deathmetalscene in Norway? Which bands are good?

- Firstly, I don't think Sweden is a Deathmetalcountryand the most of the bands there are just shit. Many of them are "into" Deathmetal right now 'cos every one else is. I don't like the scene in Scandinavia at all. It's true there are not many of the Norwegian bands but to say some that I find OK - DARKTHRONE, VALHALL, ISENGARD, AMPUTATION, and CADAVER.

Are there plans to release more stuff on DSP (the label which the guys from MAYHEM founded) in the next future?

- It'll be a couple of released MERCILESS editions before any further band on DSP will come along. Otherwise we wouldn't be able to pay for the studio expenses for the bands. The next band will be IMPERATOR from Poland and then MASACRE from Columbia. They are the only ones that are certain yet. IMPERATOR is ready to go in studio now and it'll be 8-10 songs on their LP (depending on if they will use two old songs or not), they've got a new drummer and they now got lyrics in English. We'll let the next release of our band be on DSP also, which probably will be that "De mysteriis dom. sathanas" LP. But when ever that will be I don't know...

How are the sales of "The Awakening", or is it too early to say something about it?

- The first edition of "the awakening" sold out as fast as we could manage to pack the records. Of an edition of 1000 copies it's hard to be fair to everybody by who shall have the record when the orders are more than what we have records to send out....

Karlen from MERCILESS told me of a tour with MAYHEM, so is it merely a wish, or will something like this happen?

- I don't know about actually a tour, but we thought of having some gigs around somewhere in Scandinavia.. I just can say we hope a such thing will be. A guy told us for a long time ago he wanted us down to Portugal to play there and that he will pay in advance for that trip expenses. We think of that when it'll be we'll bring also MERCILESS there, but when that thing can be done I just don't have an idea of.

When I listen to "Deathcrush", I hear that the guitarsound has not much bass in it, so is this the way you want th guitar to sound or just how it came out in the studio, or are my ears cheating me?

- I guess you're right about th sound might be lighter than ordinary. But in fact it is down-tuned but with a bad speaker, the distortion makes it that way. I don't play guitar by myself and once again I'm not musically talented so I don't know of the particular reason for that sound...

In this interview with F.E.T.U. Euronymous said that in some occasions, he reached up to 50 hits per second...??? Is this really true? It's hard for me to believe it...

- In fact that's not really so fast with 50 hits/second, huh.... with the thought of it's one up and one down. It might sound faster than it is.

Do you think that a distorted bass and doublebassdrums are necessary for Deathmetal?

- Definitely yes and with our sound it fits perfect. As for the distorted bass it makes it possible to tune up the bass, but Necrobutcher doesn't in fact actually play bass, it's like a rhythmguitar played on a bass. And the main reason for having doublebass on the drums is that it ca be to play with the pedaldrums not only doing it faster by them. A bass with no distortion sounds too funky and a single-bassdrumkit is for pop or discobands which I don't give much for!

Compared to Manheim, Hellhammer seems to play much more technical and complicated, so do you think that this drumming style is better for Mayhem? 

- You're right about it's more technical on the drums. He may do it too technical sometimes, I think, instead of having aggression and brutality in the sound and I don't think much about techno. Technical playing mostly doesn't give anything at all in the sound, instead it's a risk that the power in it and that the Evil Black sound got wasted by that. Something I HATE by technical styles is when it is to show how good one is at some instruments but it's mostly the guitar players that do that. It ruins only.

Uh, I must come to an end, so instead of another boring "last comment", could you tell which zine you think is the most stupid/shitty one?

- The very worst one ever done that we've seen is the "Shit mag" from Chile that only uses one sentence of each answer of the interviews by all bands, not depending on how long or what the answers are. But it's hard to say exactly what zines are the worst crap when so many of them are... some rite in a totally "impossible" English in both the letters and interviews to us and sometimes not even in English... we really don't know what to do with the 25 or more questions in for example Spanish but mostly their letters are the worst and what do you do with many pages written in Hungarian, Polish, French, Spanish, Portuguese, German (from Eastern Europe) or Italian????? All we can do is to write back in English and if there is any possibility for us to translate their letters so we know of what to answer and we of course do that. Otherwise I use to answer in Swedish or Japanese. (Pelle knew Japanese?? Or am I misunderstanding??? - me) It is really weird how zines can exist in the most strangest places... and once we got a letter in pretty good done Swedish from Hungary. It's hard for me to see how it can be a scene (or a kind of) in places like Cuba, GDR, Malaysia, Bangladesh, Israel and Scandinavia. It sounds really strange to us but it is bands and sometimes zines at such places and we try to contact them. But to give a more proper answer on that question but not to put shit, eh, the place of really many shit-zines and also much of rip-offs is Poland. No place is totally free from rip-offs neither only shit-zines existing. But Chile and Greece also got much of that kind but not as much as Poland. What I really hate of rip-offs is when someone buys a demo and then sell it like bootlegs when it's no even cheaper to buy a such one or when they print t-shirts of our band and never even tell us us of that. It's ok when we receive one shirt-each member and then they can sell and print as much as they want to. It's the same with some zines, they either send interviews and after that we never hear from them again or they don't even write us up at all, only copy other stuff from various zines and later we can receive letters from people telling of our reviews or bio in zines we thought those didn't exist... that's the worst zines I think!

Oh my god, this was a pretty long interview, wasn't it? I hope you enjoyed the questions and especially the answers as much as I did, so you can be sure that I'm deeply proud to have that interview in Battery. If you wanna contact the band, you can write to the following address: MAYHEM, Box 75, 1405 Langhus, NORWAY, but please include an IRC or something like that. You can also ask about the label DEATHLIKE SILENCE PRODUCTIONS and the MERCILESS LP which fucking kills - read my review!! OK, that's it and thanx to Dead for such long answers!"

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EVERY ALBUM I REMEMBER LISTENING TO FOR THE FIRST TIME IN JANUARY AND MY OPINIONS ON THEM IN 5 WORDS OR LESS

Celtic Frost - Danse Macabre (Thrash metal?): I LIKED IT!

Farben - Stuck (Microhouse): I LIKED IT!

Beherit - Drawing Down the Moon (Raw black metal?): I LIKED IT!

Lesser - Welcome to the American Experience (Sound collage/IDM?): IT WAS FUNNY! KINDA BAD!

Darkthrone - F.O.A.D.: (Crust punk?): IT WAS FUNNY!

Pan-Amerikan Native Front - Little Turtle's War (Indigenous American black metal?): I LIKED IT!

Morbid - Year of the Goat (Death metal demos): I LIKED IT!

Thorns - Grymyrk (Instrumental black metal demos): I LIKED IT!

Fatima Al Qadiri - Genre-Specific Xperience (Left-field club): I LIKED IT!

Frankie Knuckles - Beyond the Mix (Chicago House): I LIKED IT!

Hellhammer - Apocalyptic Raids (Lofi thrash metal?): I LIKED IT!

Yasunao Tone - ATAK016 MUSICA SIMULACRA (Glitch/Sound art): COOL AND FUNNY!

Silver Jews - The Natural Bridge (Singer/songwriter): I LIKED IT!

Zeni Geva - Desire for Agony (Noise rock): I LIKED IT!

Paysage D'Hiver - Winterkalte (Atmospheric black metal): I LIKED IT!

TODAY IS THE DAY - Sadness Will Prevail (Experimental metal wankery): I LIKED IT!

Darkthrone - Goatlord (Death metal instrumentals overdubbed a few years late with black metal vocals): I LIKED IT! IT'S FUNNY!

Darkthrone - Hate Them (Crust punk???): IT'S FUNNY!

Klein - Star in the Hood (Experimental): I LIKED IT!

Darkthrone - Sardonic Wrath (3-minute-long black metal): I LIKED IT! IT'S FUNNY!

Mika Vainio - Onko (Minimal electronic noise something something: I LIKED IT!

Isengard - Vinterskugge (Black/Folk metal): I LIKED IT! IT'S FUNNY!

Frank Bretschneider, Giorgio Li Calzi: Zero Mambo (Glitch/Clicks n cuts): I LIKED IT!

Blasphemy - Fallen Angel of Doom (Black metal): I LIKED IT!

Chino Amobi - PARADISO (Experimental/sound collage): I LIKED IT!

Darkthrone - The Cult is Alive (Darkthrone music): I LIKED IT!

Eyehategod - Take As Needed for Pain (Sludge metal): I LIKED IT!

Tim Hecker - Radio Amor (Ambient): I LIKED IT!

Sigh - Scorn Defeat (Baroque black metal): I LIKED IT!

Batushka - Litourgiya (Orthodox church music + black metal): I LIKED IT!

James Ferraro - Skid Row (Eclectic/experimental/sound collage): I LIKED IT! IT'S FUNNY!

Neurosis - Through Silver in Blood (Experimental metal): I LIKED IT!

Darkthrone - Arctic Thunder (Darkthrone music): IT'S FUNNY!

Gorgoroth - Ad Majorem Sathanas Gloriam (Black metal): I LIKED IT!

Luke Vibert - GRIT. (Acid something-or-other): IT'S FUNNY!

Drive Like Jehu - Self Titled (Post-hardcore): I LIKED IT!

Fudge Tunnel - Hate Songs in E Minor (Sludge metal): I LIKED IT!

The Jesus Lizard - Pure (Noise rock): I LIKED IT!

Magrudergrind - Self Titled (Grindcore): I LIKED IT!

Holly Herndon - PROTO (Experimental electronic): I LIKED IT!

Acid Bath - When the Kite String Pops (90s metal that the internet tells me to listen to): I LIKED IT!

Buzzoven - Sore (Sludge metal): I LIKED IT!

Patty Waters - Sings (Free/avant-garde jazz): I LIKED IT!!!!!!!

Ulver - Kveldssanger (Folk whatever): THIS SUCKED!!!!!

Ulver - Nattens Madrigal (Black metal): I LIKED IT!

Melvins - Gluey Porch Treatments (Sludge metal): I LIKED IT!

DJ Stingray 313 - Aqua Team (Detroit techno/electro): I LIKED IT!

James Ferraro - Far Side Virtual (FUCK YOU): THIS SUCKED BUT IT'S FUNNY!

Trelldom - Til Evighet... (GAAHL'S FIRST BAND): I LIKED IT!

Urban Tribe - The Collapse of Modern Civilization (Detroit techno/house/something): I LIKED IT!

Kekht Arakh - Pale Swordsman (BLACK METAL FOR GAY PEOPLE): I LIKED IT!

Minor Threat - Out of Step (DC Hardcore): I LIKED IT!

Discordance Axis - The Inalienable Dreamless (Grindcore About Neon Genesis Evangelion): I LIKED IT!

Kekht Arakh - Night & Love (STILL BLACK METAL FOR GAY PEOPLE): I LIKED IT!

Uboa - The Origin of My Depression (Power electronics/ambient): I LIKED IT!!!!!!!!!!

The Abyssinians - Arise (Roots reggae): I LIKED IT!

Chokebore - A Taste for Bitters (Post-hardcore): WEIRD VOX BUT I LIKE!

This Heat - Deceit (Experimental/post-punk): I LIKED IT!

Husker Du - Metal Circus (Technically an EP but whatever, post-hardcore): I LIKED IT!

The Jesus Lizard - Head (Noise rock): I LIKED IT!

Isaac Hayes - Hot Buttered Soul (Progressive 70s soul): I LIKED IT!!

Curtis Mayfield - Curtis (Progressive 70s soul): I LIKED IT!

Polvo - Cor-Crane Secret (Post-hardcore): I LIKED IT!

Otis Redding - The Dock of the Bay (60s soul/R&B): I LIKED IT!

The Impressions - Keep on Pushing (60s soul/R&B): I LIKED IT!

Guru - Jazzmatazz Volume One (Acid jazz/jazz hip hop): I LIKED IT!

Clikatat Ikatowi - Orchestrated and Conducted by (Post-hardcore): I LIKED IT!

[pulvoieartz]

Sathanas, The Wrathful Demon Based on the character from the Helltaker fangame (Second Circle) Go play the game if you want to https://helldev103120.itch.io/the-second-circle (This took me 3 months to make this)