#whitechapel the musical

[whitechapelmusical]

It's 1888 in Whitechapel, and Jack the Ripper has just claimed his fourth victim. When a young man is framed for the murders, he must prove his innocence before the town delivers their justice.

Whitechapel is a new gothic-horror musical that is currently looking for composers and lyricists. For right now, the positions are unpaid, but we hope to change that once we have proper funding. For now, it's only a passion project that can take volunteers. If you are interested, please fill out the application form below!

If you are interested, or if you know someone who is interested, please fill out or share this application form! We are very hopeful about the future of this project, and we want people who are going to be passionate enough to help us get it there.

[tombofmemories]

I know you can hear my voice.

You feel everything.

I grit my teeth as every bone breaks.

Can you scream for me? I need to hear it.

Louder. Louder. Let me hear you scream.

[take-me-back-to-eden]

Whitechapel // Without Us

[son-of-transylvania]

My 10 favorite Metal albums of all time

[shipperwolf1]

Whitechapel - I Will Find You

You're just a boy with his mother's eyes

[aquareegia]

have you ever heard a breakdown so filthy, it feels like it's slapping you in the face, running you over with a truck and throwing you down the stairs all at once or are you normal?

[darth-maya]

The song of the day is

Whitechapel - A Visceral Retch

[broidobe]

𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰

requested! this was...very self indulgent ;)...I NEED HIM SO BAD OMFG LIKE YOU FUCKING MORMON-LOOKING TWINK COME HOME I MISS YOU RAHHHHHHH

☾smut....thats the summary☽

☾warnings: heavy smut, dominance, choking, rough play, dirty talk, light pain kink, overstimulation, slight degradation, praise, some aftercare☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚miscellaneous masterlist

the tension had been unbearable all day. subtle touches, lingering glances, the way phil's voice dipped lower whenever he spoke to you. it was electric, charged with something you both knew would explode the moment you were alone. and now, here you were, standing in his dimly lit bedroom, heart pounding as he stalked toward you like a predator.

phil didn’t waste a single second. the moment the door clicked shut, he was on you. his strong hands gripped your waist, spinning you around and pressing you against the cool wood. his breath was hot against your ear, his voice thick with hunger. “you have no idea what you’ve been doing to me all day, do you?”

a shiver ran down your spine as his fingers dug into your hips, his body flush against yours. “phil—”

“shh,” he growled, cutting you off with a hand around your throat. his grip was firm but controlled, just enough to make your knees go weak. “i’ve been patient. watching you tease me, acting all innocent. but you wanted this, didn’t you?”

you could only nod, gasping when his lips crashed against yours. the kiss was bruising, messy, full of unspoken need. he devoured every sound you made, swallowing your whimpers as his tongue explored your mouth. his other hand slid down, grabbing your ass and yanking you against him.

he was already hard.

“you feel that?” he murmured, rolling his hips against yours. “that’s what you fucking do to me.”

you moaned, tilting your head back as his lips moved down to your neck. he sucked hard, leaving a mark that made you whimper. he chuckled darkly, knowing exactly what he was doing. “mine,” he muttered against your skin. “all fucking mine.”

his hands moved with purpose, peeling away your clothes, tossing them aside as if they were in his way. he made a sound of approval as he took you in, eyes dark with lust. “goddamn,” he muttered, shaking his head. “you’re so fucking perfect.”

his praise sent heat straight to your core, but he wasn’t done teasing. he trailed a hand between your thighs, fingers ghosting over your heat. “already wet for me,” he mused, voice laced with amusement. “so desperate.”

you whined, hips bucking into his touch. he clicked his tongue, pulling his hand away. “oh no, sweetheart. you don’t get to take what you want. you take what i give you.”

he spun you around, pressing your front against the door. his hands roamed over your body, mapping every curve, every sensitive spot. then, without warning, he brought his palm down against your ass with a sharp smack. you gasped, the sting making you clench around nothing.

“look at you,” he rasped. “fucking dripping.”

he ran his fingers through your slick, teasing your entrance but never giving you what you wanted. “you want it that bad?” he taunted, breath hot against your ear. “beg for it.”

your pride kept your lips sealed for a moment, but when he delivered another sharp slap to your ass, you gasped out, “please, phil. i need you.”

“good girl,” he praised, finally slipping two fingers inside you. you moaned at the intrusion, head falling back against his shoulder. his pace was slow at first, torturous, curling his fingers just right to make your legs tremble.

then, he sped up.

the sounds of your slick and his heavy breathing filled the room. “you sound so fucking good,” he groaned. “taking my fingers like a little slut.”

the degradation made your core tighten. he felt it. “oh, you like that?” he chuckled darkly, pulling his fingers out just to slap your clit. “god, you’re filthy.”

you whimpered, thighs shaking, and that’s when he finally gave in. he spun you around, lifting you effortlessly and tossing you onto the bed. his clothes were off in seconds, revealing the hard lines of muscle, the tattoos stretching over his skin. your mouth watered at the sight of him—especially the thick length standing at attention for you.

“open your mouth,” he ordered.

you obeyed, and he slid his fingers inside, pressing down on your tongue. “suck.”

you did, never breaking eye contact as you swirled your tongue around them. his jaw clenched. “fuck, that mouth,” he muttered before pulling his fingers out and replacing them with something much bigger.

he gripped your hair, tugging your head back before sliding his cock past your lips. “that’s it,” he groaned, thrusting deep. “take it all.”

you gagged as he pushed further, the sting of tears pricking your eyes, but you didn’t pull away. his grip tightened, holding you still as he fucked your mouth, slow at first, then rougher. the wet sounds filled the room, his grunts growing deeper as you hollowed your cheeks around him.

“such a good little slut,” he praised, tugging your hair harder, forcing you to take him even deeper. “fuck, i could do this all night.”

you moaned around him, sending vibrations through his length. he groaned, hips jerking as he pushed even further, hitting the back of your throat. you swallowed around him, and that was his undoing. he pulled out suddenly, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. he wiped it away with his thumb, smirking. “you’re so good for me.”

then, he was on top of you, spreading your legs wide as he lined himself up. “you ready for me?”

you nodded desperately, but that wasn’t enough. “say it,” he commanded.

“i need you, phil. please.”

that was all he needed. with one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you open in the most delicious way. you screamed his name, nails digging into his back.

“fuck,” he groaned, gripping your thighs. “so goddamn tight.”

he set a brutal pace, slamming into you over and over, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs. he fucked you like he owned you, like he was branding himself into your skin.

his fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles as he pounded into you. “cum for me,” he growled, and you shattered around him, body convulsing as pleasure crashed over you.

he didn’t stop.

he pushed you past the edge, fucking you through the aftershocks, making you cum again and again until you were a shaking, overstimulated mess beneath him.

when you were completely spent, he finally slowed. he kissed you deeply, his earlier roughness replaced with something softer. “you did so fucking good for me,” he murmured, running his hands over your body, grounding you.

he pulled you close, tucking you into his chest, fingers tracing circles on your back. “mine,” he whispered again, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “all mine.”

and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[symmetricalscar]

Whitechapel - Hymns in Dissonance

"Father, we've come to devour the eyes of god"

[tombofmemories]

Long for the flesh, compelled to eat shit.

[instinct-spirituel]

New Spiritbox & Whitechapel albums will be released today at midnight! 🌒

[core-bands]

For the first time I feel alive but you're not here.

Whitechapel - Bring Me Home.

[aquareegia]

it's so funny that the stank face is the highest form of compliment you can give in the metal scene

[count3rcu1ture]

From the press release: “'There is nothing nice about Hymns In Dissonance,' says [Whitechapel] guitarist Alex Wade of the band’s latest output." He is not wrong. 43:11 of nonstop violence. Exhausting, but in the best way possible. 😳

[sleepanonymous]

I would humbly like to ask that bands please stop touring near me this April, please and thank you.