#witch ripper

[doomedandstoned]

THE DOOMED & STONED SHOW

~Season 9, Episode 5~

It's time to cut loose mighty Episode 5 (nearly 3 1/2 hours!), which begins our look at the Spring edition of the Doom Charts, starting with the month of March. We'll be meeting to record episode 6 next week, which will focus on April's chart. Here's your chance to catch up on a ton of new music and relevant commentary about the bands and tracks.

Hosted by Billy Goate (Editor, Doomed & Stoned), John Gist (Vegas Rock Revolution), and Bucky Brown (The Ripple Effect).

PLAYLIST:

INTRO (00:00)   1. DRYAD (no. 21) - "Gaia" (00:31)

HOST SEGMENT I (06:03) - March Doom Chart   2. Heezer (no. 25) - "Fourth Line" (24:03)   3. Goat Explosion (no. 16) - "Thundertower" (27:34)   4. OHHMS (no. 38) - "Eaten Alive" (32:16)

HOST SEGMENT II (36:13)   5. Swan Valley Heights (no. 12) - "Looking For Bird Pet" (51:07)   6. Zålomon Grass (no. 17) - "Cosmic Relief" (55:25)   7. Desert Storm (no. 13) - "Master of None" (58:57)

HOST SEGMENT III (1:02:59)   8. Witchthroat Serpent (no. 10) - "The House That Dripped Blood" (1:13:02)   9. Morass Of Molasses (no. 9) - "Wings of Reverie" (1:18:57) 10. Stoned Jesus (no. 8) - "Thoughts and Prayers" (1:24:27)

HOST SEGMENT IV (1:30:50) 11. Isaak (no. 7) - "OBG" (1:40:40) 12. Green Yeti (no. 6) - Witch Dive" (1:44:10) 13. Witch Ripper (no. 5) - "Icarus Equation" (1:48:14)

HOST SEGMENT V (1:55:33) 14. Håndgemeng (no. 4) - "Temple Of Toke" (2:29:21) 15. CHILD (no. 3) - "Moment in Time" (2:34:26) 16. REZN (no. 2) - "Possession" (2:41:21) 17. Acid King (no. 1) - "Beyond Vision" (2:47:17)

OUTRO (2:53:23) 18. L'ira Del Baccano - "Cosmic Evoked Potentials" (2:54:31) [BONUS] 19. Black Helium - "The Keys to Red Skeletons House (I Open The Door)" (3:01:09) [BONUS]

CREDITS:

Theme Song by Dylan Tucker

Incidental Music by Hellvetika

Thumbnail Art by Adam Burke for REZN

[metalshockfinland]

WITCH RIPPER Reveal New Single 'Icarus Equation'

[photo: Jake Chaplin] WITCH RIPPER have unveiled their next single, the slick mid-tempo crusher ‘Icarus Equation’, which is taken from the forthcoming album “The Flight after the Fall”. The sophomore full-length of the American melodic sludge metal outfit is scheduled for release on March 3, 2022. via Magnetic Eye Records. The title of the track ‘Icarus Equation’ hints at the ancient Greek…

[kimkimberhelen]

Witch Ripper - Enter the Loop [Official Music Video] 2022

[rosemaze-reveries]

Hello! I found your blog and love the writing

Here’s sit with me while I tell you my favorite idea 💡

✨So the hunters (all if possible) come back to the manor after a long match of smelling sweat and blood upon walking towards their shred room with reader they catch a scent of their lovers perfume- mind going a mile a minute with the idea of their lover being in they arms and just melting from the stress of the day ✨

Thoughts 💭

ANON. anon...... this is the kind of scenario that makes me CRAZY uegh.. when their judgment's clouded by bloodlust but inhaling your scent brings them back to their senses >>> 🤒 let me be your lighthouse home etc etc. sign me UP.

for some blurbs, this turned into a broader "hunter comes straight to you after a rough match" without the perfume bit. kind of misunderstood the assignment but either way, here's this!

🌪️✂️👘🏳️🏴🦌🐍🪞🎻🔩🐟🕯️

🌪️ Ithaqua brings an air of gloom with him into your bedroom. Driven by nothing but a searing want for you, he skips over any pleasantries to tear off his mask and shove you onto the ground. A bed of wind tries to break your fall, but his impatience gets the better of him; he pins you to the floor with such force that he disrupts his own gale from cushioning your way down. Not that you care in the moment. You’ve been waiting to have him in your arms all day. He leaves a scattering of love bites and wet kisses up your neck.

✂️ Jack has one particular tune that he hums after his worst matches. Months of living together have left you all too familiar with it. His song begins from the foot of the staircase and steadily crisps itself to your ears as he draws nearer. Afraid of the state you might find him in, you rush outside to meet him at the top of the banister. He pauses with one foot on the next step. “Curious,” he says, greeting you with a cordial smile. “It’s not often a little mouse stands in my path—not on purpose.” His blouse is soaked a shade of reddish brown, and no amount of easy banter can hide the weariness in his eye. “Well, you’ve saved me the trouble. I was on my way to ravage you next.”

👘 Michiko drags her nails along the walls of the corridor, leaving a dull streak of blood behind. She doesn’t make a sound when she slips inside your room, practised in her delicate step; you don’t even feel the dip in the mattress before she has her shoulders arched over you. Eyeing you tenderly, she rolls a warm thumb over your cheekbone. “I’m home,” she murmurs. “Your sweet scent led the way again.” She realizes she left a smear of red on your skin, and her hand jerks away, startled by the reminder of what she had been doing just minutes ago.

🏳️ Bi’an’s arms wind around the small of your back, drawing you into his chest for a slow, tender embrace. It’s the first thing he does after returning to the manor: falling straight into your arms. As his lips trail down your forehead, peppering soft kisses in their path, you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer. A whisper escapes you about how out of the blue this is, and in response he brings a kiss to the corner of your eye, prompting them to flutter shut. “Let me have you, just for a little while…” Those sweet kisses he’s so good at descend your neck, growing rougher the lower he goes.

🏴 Wujiu’s arms wind around your stomach, pressing his chest flush against your back. He hasn’t uttered a word since returning from his match, aside from a tepid “Nothing worth mentioning” when asked about his day. This sudden affection takes you by surprise. You try to turn your head to face him but he catches your chin, steering your gaze back to the wall. “Don’t look at me.” Whatever is clouding his mind today is better left alone, you realize. You lay your hands on top of his, squeezing them, encouraging him to let your presence blot out everything on his mind. Warm breath fans your collarbone as he nuzzles into your neck, drinking in your scent.

🦌 Bane doesn’t like to discuss his matches. It makes no difference whether they are quick or slow, a win or a lose, they always weigh on him the same way. He sits on the edge of the bed lost in thought. You decide to break the tension first by greeting him with a hug from behind, your chin hooking over his shoulder. Bane isn’t big on physical affection. But after a while he cups a tender hand to your temple, palm taking up the entirety of your face, and presses you gently into him.

🐍 Yidhra might be the hunter most detached from the nightmares of the manor games. They provide nothing but leisure for her, and she’s never felt particularly passionate about them, win or lose. Her followers are the ones who give her the most trouble. When they resist her will, her consciousness splinters apart, some days leaving her too weak to herd them back again. These are typically the days she comes for you. You aren’t sure when she enters your room, but sometimes you catch glimpses of her tail in your peripheral, never to be seen when you’re looking on purpose. Her voice floats in the back of your mind: Mine, mine, mine, mine… There is nothing that binds you to her, yet you’re the only one who never resists her.

🪞 Mary barges into the room clumsily for someone of her poise. She struggles to prop herself against the door, muddy skirt stiff in awkward folds. “My mind is a mess,” she exclaims, voice clear but breathless at the same time. “Where are you? Come settle me.” The second she spots you, she sulks over to toss her arms around your neck, finding a seat in your lap. Clearly she isn’t concerned about observing her usual decorum today. Her dress is heavy and splotched with muck you don’t care to identify, but you don’t mind holding her as the burdens of the day ease off her shoulders.

🎻 Antonio’s fingers instinctively travel to the liquor cart by the window. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, but feeling around to find nothing but an empty platter gives him pause. One resigned cluck of his tongue later, you feel tendrils of hair coil around your waist and wrists. They pluck you up from your side of the bed and present you in front of him as if you’re nothing more than a doll. “Not a drop to console me?” he complains, knowing you’ve hidden his bottles again. Then his head tilts slightly, taking in your scent. You can practically see detention’s fiery glow return to his eyes. “No, perhaps you are right—there is something more intoxicating for me here.”

🔩 Percy - “Hm...” He’s scrutinizing you with such intensity that you wonder if something’s on your face. He leans over to take an exaggerated whiff of you, and your heart sinks in offense. You have half a mind to tell him you showered just that morning, so it’s probably not you — besides, he’s the one who’s been tangoing with carcasses all day — but Percy keeps a thoughtful look about him. “You smell full of life,” he muses. “That fragrance you wear, it was popular back in the day. Transports me to the city again.” He would know better than you; you just found this perfume in the trunk of a dusty old room. When he comes closer, clasping either hand around your face, you let him lose himself in the nostalgia. Moments like these are all you have to keep yourselves sane in the manor.

🐟 Grace’s mouth is pulled into a taut frown when she flings open the door. You can see a slight quiver in her lip if you squint. Her harpoon clatters on the ground and she drops onto your bed, braid falling out, face buried in a pillow. There’s little you can do except rub a soothing hand in circles on her back. When she peeks over her arm with a gentle plea in her eyes, you wonder if she’s asking for a deeper massage—but you don’t get the chance to ask before her hand latches onto your forearm, tugging you down to lie with her.

🕯️ Philippe settles for a glass of brandy and his bundle of sketches. He’s resting on the chaise by the foot of the bed, not his work desk where he’d usually be. Rather than drafting new ideas he’s simply thumbing through the old ones, mechanically, breaking from his cycle only for a sip of his glass. It’s like your lover’s been replaced by a puppet. You feel unnerved enough to intervene: stripping him first of his glass, his sketches, then his monocle, you tip him back onto the cushion. You expect him to complain about having to get back to work, but he doesn’t protest. Tonight is for him, you decide. As his dark hair sprawls out beneath him, you straddle his thighs, and his hand reaches up to cup your cheek. “I’m terribly jealous of this magic of yours,” he murmurs, faint lilt in his voice. “It’s always you who brings me back from the stars.”

[derangedfujoshi]

Five times is DEFINITELY a fetish.

[lemon-pilled]

i have work tomorrow and instead my ass stayed up to draw all the hunters.

youre welcome (god i have to tag everyone. augh.)

[supercap2319]

He watched Stefan from across the room. Laughing. Flirting. Touching a blonde in a mini skirt with pink pumps. Was she supposed to be dinner or another casual hookup that Stefan fucked until she came before he killed her? Y/N didn't know, but he was going to find out.

In an instance, he was on them and smiled a fake smile. "Enjoying the party?" Stefan turned to him, and so did the blonde, a visble frown on her overly use of makeup face. "Yeah, it's really great. Great music. Cool beer. Hot girls." Stefan smiled at the girl as she giggled with the intention of making her presence known to Y/N.

"Hot? That's one word for it."

"Did you need something, sweetheart?" The girl said, wrapping an arm around Stefan's. Marking her territory. Smart girl.

"Funny. I was going to ask you the very same thing."

"Well, I'm here with this incredibly hot guy, and I'd like it if you could leave us alone." She smiled sweetly at Y/N as Stefan chuckled and kissed her cheek. If Y/N had any emotions right now, he'd feel hurt by Stefan doing that, but now, all he felt was the desire to kill this human who was disrespecting him.

"Oh. You're assuming because I'm not trying to get into your panties, I'm not important?" Y/N asked.

The blonde nods.

"That's a bad assumption, see, this is my party, and I want you gone, sweetheart." He smiled.

"And what do you want, Stefan?" She asked him.

"I want her to stay. She's my guest, after all." Stefan said.

"And what do you want?" Y/N compelled her.

"I want Stefan to take me upstairs and let me ride him as I scream his name."

"Really?" Y/N raised an eyebrow, and the girl's neck was pulled by an invisible force to the left, and her neck snapped. Stefan caught her lifeless body in his arms as he looked at Y/N.

"No more whores at my parties, Stefan."

[booklover-s]

Every time I reach the last book in a favorite series that I have been reading for months - sometimes years -, that has accompanied me at various moments in my life, that each book was a small dose of the euphoria of living in that universe, that made me smile, cry, love their characters and feel comforted by them:

[quoththeowl31]

[otakusparkle]

Identity V Chinese Birthday Illustration 2023 (Hunter) Part 1

Survivor 1 2 3 4

Hunter 2

Hunter & Survivor

[bijuutamer]

Miscellaneous character sketches

[doyelikehaggis]

7 Days of Scarepairs: Blam | Blaine Anderson x Sam Evans (Glee) + “Vampire”

Requested by Anonymous

"I have to compel you. If anyone found out-"

Sam stared back at him, his eyes as big as saucers. "Who would believe me? I don't even think I believe me."

"Trust me," Blaine said gravely, "plenty of people around here would believe you, and that wouldn't end well. For anyone. It's not just me."

Sam got out of his chair. "Wait, there are others? Like, here? In Lima?"

Reluctantly, Blaine nodded. He knew shouldn't be telling him any of this. It was too much of a risk. He should compel him now, like Mr Schue told him to.

But then he caught a glimpse of Sam's face. He was grinning from ear-to-ear as he sank back into the chair and shook his head. He looked up at him.

"This is so cool."

"It's really not," Blaine tried to protest.

"Dude, you're a freaking vampire!" He glanced around them, his face taking on a more serious look as Blaine motioned for him to keep his voice down. "Sorry. It's just... I don't understand. You're this awesome, supernatural being with awesome powers. You're like a superhero."

Every disadvantage and negative side to it rolled right back down Blaine's throat. His mouth quirked and Sam's grin widened.

"I guess, in a way..." he said, his brow furrowing. "Wait, you like superheroes?"

"Are you kidding? I love them," Sam said with barely contained excitement but, to his credit, he managed to keep control of his volume. His eyes grew impossibly wider and he was out of his chair again, standing in front of him. "Could I be your human sidekick?!"

The answer to that question should, undoubtedly, be a resounding no. Letting him keep his memories was bad enough. But actually involving him in any of it? Mr Schue would never let it slide.

He opened his mouth to shoot him down, but... he just couldn't bring himself to do it. The truth was, it was a pretty lonely existence. He'd only been a vampire for two years, but he barely had anyone to talk to anymore. His parents didn't want to know him. It was better they forgot about him entirely and went on pretending he had actually died that night.

Even his brother was better off like that.

Sure, he had a few friends at Dalton, and they knew what it was like, but... he was still really lonely. They had all gotten used to in their own ways, but he never could. Mr Schue was always telling him he couldn't have human blood because of the ripper gene, so he couldn't exactly tag along with David and Jeff when would sneak out.

He never even talked to Kurt about it because he thought it might freak him out too much, with all the history between witches and vampires, and now he wasn't even there anymore anyway.

He felt completely alone, even in his own world.

But here was Sam, looking at him like he was the coolest person he had ever met. Asking to be his friend. He wasn't afraid of him or what he might do, not like everyone back at Dalton or Mr Schue.

"I'm sorry." He sighed as Sam's face fell. "It's too dangerous. I need to make you forget all of this."

Sam pressed his lips together and nodded. "Can I just ask one thing? Don't take everything away."

Blaine opened his mouth, already shaking his head, but Sam lifted his eyes to him, freezing him to the spot with his next words.

"Leave the part where we met today."

Sam took a deep breath and nodded one more time, letting him know he was ready, even if he wasn't really. And he wasn't the only one.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't make him forget.

Worse than that: he didn't want to.

[metalshockfinland]

WITCH RIPPER Release First Single + Video 'Enter the Loop'

WITCH RIPPER Release First Single + Video ‘Enter the Loop’

[photo: Jake Chaplin] WITCH RIPPER have released the tongue-in-cheek video clip ‘Enter the Loop’ as the catchy first single taken from the forthcoming album “The Flight after the Fall”. The sophomore full-length of the American melodic sludge metal outfit is slated to hit stores on March 3, 2023 via Magnetic Eye Records. Watch the slightly spaced out video for ‘Enter the Loop’ now streaming…

[carnivalparty]

Various Identity V icons ★

[thelastemzy]

I know this is probably stone age old, but I just noticed something as I was re-watching TVD...

In the last episode of s2, Bonnie and Stefan were trying to contact the Salem witches to reach a cure for Damon's werewolf bite. Emily was being bitter and had Stefan believe that she wouldn't help because he was asking for Damon, because Damon was "a monster" (whatever that means to the witches who refuse to help often for selfish reasons). The witches wouldn't tell them anything, but Bonnie did hear them say "Klaus."

Now, you wanna know what I think? No? Well, sucks to be you, cuz Imma say it anyways.

As far as I can recall, Emily had no personal reason to hate Damon. In fact, she had reasons to like him, because he tried to keep her safe (as a ticket for "Katherine's escape from the tomb", but... Eh), so the reason why she didn't wanna help was, in fact, Niklaus. Neither she nor the other witches wanted him to appear sacred or rare to vampires, because imagine vampires knowing they no longer had to fear wolf bites? That would disrupt the real balance of nature. Also, at the time Nik wasn't doing any real self development to be a good person, so the last they knew of him was all the witches he wronged, abused and daggered, so they also had a selfish reason.

But they would have Damon, Stefan, every character in TVD and us think that no one liked Damon, because he's a real monster with no redeeming qualities, even tho we've seen what witches can do.

Cheers.

[yaboynotaboyoshalyn]

Grandma Wren immediately having to hold Ame back gives me the vibe that she saw the confrontational energy stewing in Ame and just did her little “uh oh.”