#☆HeavenandHell

[littleoanh]

Mitsuya Takashi x fem!Reader

Summary: fem!Reader is shy and going out on a date with her crush Mitsuya Takashi.

Word Count: 523 Warning: Pure fluff

Tag: @benkeibear for Heaven and Hell Collab ❤️

Prompt: "...sorry, I talked too much." "No no no not at all. Keep talking."

“What would you like to drink?” Mitsuya Takashi asks you with a warm smile as you both stand in line at a cafe. This is your first date with him and you still can’t believe it. You have had a crush on him since you sat behind him in English Lit class. Everything he does seems so gracious and poise. He’s the perfect boy next door, it’s inevitable for you not to have butterflies in your stomach around him. 

“I’ll have the bunny latte.” There is a cute set of latte art on display in the menu and the bunny one drew your attention. Mitsuya’s cute smile widens a bit and nods.

“Very cute.” Your cheeks blush. Is he calling the drink cute? Or is he calling you that? “Why don't you pick a seat and I’ll order the drinks for us.” 

“Oh sure!” You saunter around the cafe to search for two seats, the one that catches your eye is the loveseat. Should you be brave and sit that closely with him? Or will he accidentally make your heart stop beating? 

“Is this where you want to sit?” Mitsuya appears next to you, staring in the same direction.

“Oh well, um- we really don’t need to.” You fluster over your words. Not only is he suddenly standing next to you but his shoulder touches yours. How are you able to handle sitting that close of proximity to him if you are feeling this shy? 

“Why not? It looks comfortable for both of us to sit.” His gentle hand grazes your back and leads you to the loveseat. You can feel your cheeks turn more red. He has you sit down first, then he follows suit. His knee is touching yours, his cologne smells nice and his body heat is comforting. The server comes around with your drink orders, Mitsuya also orders the bunny latte and they decorate the latte art with 3D hearts. Was this on purpose? “I hope you don’t mind,” He smiles softly, “I told them we’re on a date since they had a matching latte art date set.” 

“No, I-I don’t mind.” You want to cover your face with your hands with how cute he is. 

“You enjoy making latte art right?” You are surprised he knew that about you. You have taken latte 3D art class at the university and you are pretty good at it. 

“Oh yes! I love making latte art, I have been watching lots of videos for all kinds of techniques. I hope to have my own cafe shop someday and do all kinds of 2D or 3D art-” You get really passionate and go into details about your favorite type of art. It doesn’t occur to you that you’re rambling on and on until Mitsuya’s head tilts to absorb everything you tell him. You take a pause, feeling embarrassed, “...sorry, I talked too much.”

“No no no not at all. Keep talking.” Mitsuya smiles easily, “You have a very nice voice, I can listen to you all day. It’s soothing.” Your cheeks turn bright red and he chuckles. “You’re very cute, [Y/n].”

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[rosze-v]

the gazebo by the lake

pairing: Hanma Shuji x Reader

synopsis: by the lake, your stalker and Hanma Shuji’s potential victim

tag : Fluff, Mention of offing someone, I mean its Hanma bro, he’s a literal trigger warning, but Hanma is cute here, NOT PROOF READ

w.c : 1.3k

a/n: Hello, this is a collab for Heaven and Hell by @benkeibear . I hope you enjoy it and I’m very sorry for turning it in so late, but it needed to be done since the deadline is today. I hope you have an amazing new year! Thank you for reading.

Have you ever felt the sensation of having long limbs wrapping itself around your body, while your ears are alarmingly, deafening from the owner of said long limbs, excited screams? You were peacefully making your way to your usual hangout spot with Hanma Shuji, the weather felt nice and the bird’s chirps sounded happier, yet from a far, you could already see the abomination that is Hanma.

Hanma was getting bored waiting for you and he misses you so much, he’s literally bouncing on his feet waiting for you. So, when he saw your silhouette, his body moved first before his brain works, and so here he is, running full speed at you with the biggest grin known to the world. You knew what’s going to happen, this bitch has done it before and you’re ready, maybe.

You stopped in your tracks; legs stretch to the side for better balance as you put down your tote bag. Then within few seconds, the flurry of limbs attached itself with a jump onto your body as Hanma screams.

“WHY ARE YOU SO LATEEEEE”.

“I caught the wrong bus Hanma, I’m sorry”. You could already see the pout forming on his lips as you pat his head, and asked him to get down cause he’s heavy.

And of course, you were right, Hanma’s bottom lip jutted out while he looks down at you with eyes that’s saying ‘its not fair’.

“That’s why I told you I’ll pick you up”.

“I didn’t know that I would get it wrong! Now, now, let’s go”. You calm him down, take your bag and pull his hand to your destination. The little hangout spots the both of you have was just a gazebo by a lake, where you met Hanma for the first time. You could remember the dread in your stomach when you saw a bloodied man walking over to the gazebo and plopping himself at the seat next to you. You remember gulping your saliva and every fear you have, and asked him whether he want to have some water. Then somehow, Hanma whose face was blank turns to shock at the fact that you’re there. From there, the beautiful friendship the both of you have blossoms and leads to the odd pair of knuckles and blood, and you the studious and flowers.

Once the both of you settles down, you pull out some snacks and drinks, then begun the catching up sesh between the both of you.

“So, how’s the gang? How’s Kisaki?”. You asked while munching on some pocky sticks.

“We’re doing okay, sometimes we can’t really meet Mikey but Kisaki is handling everything well. Sometimes it gets boring though”. Hanma shrugs, trying to snatch the pocky in your hand, as you slap his hand away with a scrunched face.

“The fuck Hanma, get your own stick man!”. Hanma rolls his eyes as he snatches the whole pocky pack, giggling at your expression of disbelief.

“What about you? How’s life?”.

“Meh it was okay, just works sometimes gets tiring you know. Especially with my crazy ass boss. Then you know, I’ve been getting this creepy voice notes from an unknown number”. Hanma’s eyebrow perks up at your confession as he straightens his back. You could sense Hanma getting curious and you wanted to slap yourself for uttering those words. It was supposed to be a secret since you, frankly, don’t want to see another incident of Hanma coming over to your house with blood in his hands, literally after killing your abusive ex-boyfriend.

You were going to change the topic when Hanma cuts you off.

“No, no, tell me about this”.

“But-”

“No buts, get on with it”.

You sighed and nodded as you begin your story.

“I think it started a month ago, I received these voice notes from someone, but when I listen to it, it was only the sound of someone breathing…”. You could see Hanma clenching his jaw and balling his fist as you then explain that you’ve blocked the person, and even change your number, but still, you receive all the weird voice notes. You confessed that it terrifies you and so you tried telling the police, but still the police couldn’t do anything about it.

“Fuck them, fuck they mean they can’t do shit?!”. Hanma said as he stood up, pacing himself and trying to calm down. You’re getting worried that Hanma might blow his fuse and so you shut up.

“Well then, does that fucker still send you those voice notes?”. Hanma was expecting you to nod with a terrified look on your face but instead a smile graces your features.

“I told him to fuck off”. You said with all your chest as you give Hanma a grin. You could see the confusion washing over his face as you continue.

“I was so frustrated that I gave him a gift”. You then took out your phone and beckon him to come over to your side, in which he did and then peeks at your phone. There he saw a chat between you and the stalker. He was expecting everything but that. There he saw you sending the stalker ‘satanic’ pictures, and then a voice note at the end. You play the voice note and there he could hear whisper of words that sounded scary. It took him some time to process and the biggest laughter burst from Hanma. You of course, laugh along with him, slapping his back.

“You really blew my mind!!”. Hanma snorted and you immediately folded, mouth open and body shaking yet no laughter came out. He didn’t expect that your term of ‘telling someone to fuck off’ is sending them satanic pictures and sounds. It was bizarre, but it worked. After some time laughing, the both of you could finally sigh a breath of relief.

“But you know from all that, I guess the stalker don’t really ‘love’ you as much as he thinks he does”. Your face scrunched up in confusion as you stare at him.

“I mean, you could send me a voice recording of you saying how you hate me and i’d still listen to it all day.”

“That’s a weird way of confessing Hanma”. You said, chuckling but Hanma’s face is dead serious.

“You’re… are you for real?”. Who would have thought that after laughing your top off, you would be entertaining the fact that THE Hanma is actually into you. So you waited for his explanation.

He nodded and finally speaks up.

“I mean, its kinda obvious I have some feelings for you know”.

“I… well…”.

“Kisaki told me that he noticed that I hold you in a special space or whatever”. Hanma gestures with his two fingers while avoiding your eyes.

After that it was silence as you try to figure out how to come forward to him. A few minutes pass and Hanma could feel his stomach sinking by the minute. He was going to tell you to forget it but you cut him off.

“Well, Kisaki should have said that I like you too”.

Hanma whose head hung low before, quickly perks up like a dog hearing his owner coming back home. The gloominess before quickly turns into excitement as he scoots closer to you and went on to held your hands in his.

“Are you for real now? You actually like me?”.

“I did tell Kisaki about it but he told me to wait for you to be the one who speaks about it”. You said shrugging at Hanma. Hanma squints his eyes and bit his lips as he angrily says.

“That fucking bitch…”. You could only chuckle as another awkward silence ensues. Hanma was rubbing your knuckles when he finally breaks the silence.

“So what are we now?...”.

“Well, what do you want us to be?”.

“Well, I want you to be mine”. You look up and your eyes met him, and you didn’t expect him to be staring into you with look full of fondness. A smile slowly reaches his eyes as he squeezes your hands, waiting for your answer.

“Then, Hanma, I'm yours”.

[kenpachisbrat]

Kakucho X Fem! Reader

Summary: Kakucho has a rough day dealing with Sanzu, Ran and Rindou. So his sweet Girlfriend makes him some cookies to make his day a little better

Word count: 370ish?

Warnings: One curse word. Nothing else, just pure self indulgent fluff. 😂

This is for @benkeibear heaven and hell Collab

Prompt " I know you had a bad day, so I made you some cookies"

Sitting at his desk in his office, Kakucho finally lets out a breath and relaxes. It's been a very chaotic day. Sanzu, Ran and Rindou have done nothing but annoy and antagonize him all day. While zoning out he hears his phone vibrate. It's a text from you asking how his day is going. He sighs to himself and gives you a very brief run down of his day. After some encouraging words from you he goes back to working. 

While with you, you decide you want to make his day a little better. Pacing around the kitchen muttering to yourself “ c’mon Y/N think. What’ll make his day a little better” Finally getting an idea, you check the cupboards to see if you have what you need to make some cookies. Smiling to yourself you see that You do, so you get to work.

By the time kakucho gets home, he's greeted with the smell of something baking. Setting his stuff down, he walks through the house to the kitchen. He sees you pulling a tray of fresh cookies out of the oven. He doesn't say anything, choosing to watch you move around the kitchen, putting the cookies on the cooling rack. While also trying to clean up the mess you made at the same time. He decides to clear his throat, scaring you in the process. 

You turn around almost dropping the spatula you were using to move the cookies “S-shit! You scared me Kaku. I didn't hear you come in. “ 

Laughing a little, he walks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist. “ And what are you doing?”

You continue to move the rest of cookies to the rack  “I know you had a bad day so i made you some cookies. They always make me feel a little better after a bad day”

He finally turns you around and kisses you saying “ You didn't have to do that baby. Just coming home to you makes me happy”

[sakinotfound]

“this will be the last time you lie to me.”

pairing: assassin!reader x assassin!baji

cw: both you and baji are in your early twenties, fem!reader, friends to lovers, angst to fluff, graphic descriptions of gore, violence, guns and death, suggestive at the end but nothing too descriptive.

a/n: ejdhdhdgd i was so excited when this popped up in my head so i thought about writing it down. this is probably the first time i have come up about anything remotely romantic about baji.

wc: 1.86k

tagging @benkeibear for her Heaven and Hell Collab :)

9 p.m. on a saturday night. you inside the near empty office building. tinted glass windows blocking any view to the outside world as if the roaming people down the 100 floor building would be able to see what you and the others were up to.

families, couples, friend groups littered the busy streets of Tokyo. free from work and school, people were out tonight having a gala time, enjoying all the fun Japan's largest city had to offer.

100 floors up the ground level you blocked the oncoming kick, shoes squeaking against the marble flooring, heating up from the fiction. 

lights dim, the room almost dark and the smoke bomb you had just thrown made the visibility even lower. taking advantage of the situation, you unsheathed your sword and ran through the smoke. bless your perfect vision because you cut through half your opponents as you run with the blade in your hand. 

just as always, blood splattered on your face and dark clothes and screams of pain faded eventually. you were sent here to kill the women but had to deal with her minions first. 

you barely hear the footsteps approaching you. they were so faint, if you weren't paying close attention you wouldn't have heard them at all.

punching the man in front of you straight to his gut, you take a quick look behind you— not wanting to deal with more back up.

you do a double take, convinced the smoke deceived your eyes because you could make it out to be him just by the familiar silhouette.

a semi-auto pistol in his hand, he makes his way right in front of you. turning his body with his broad back facing your front, he shoots the rest of your opponents while you just gawk at the long black hair, tied in a high ponytail, swaying from his head. unbothered by the constant gunshots but just the mere sight of him has you frozen.

"you just gonna watch the show or actually finish your mission?" he spoke up, and it was that exact deep voice you had fallen in love with that brought you out of your trance.

long black hair, deep voice, the same fragrance of that cologne. he stood right in front of you after 7 months of radio silence from each other. well more from him than from you.

keisuke baji.

after the initial shock had worn out, memories of what happened before and what didn't happen during these 7 months flooded your brain and you found your blood boiling again.

but right now wasn't the time. even though you didn't need his help, you weren't gonna lie, it did make your work easier. if he deals with these unnecessary problems you can deal with the actual problem.

refilling your own pistol, you make your way towards the target hiding somewhere on this floor.

—

walking over the dead bodies splayed out on the floor like some random obstacles, you walk straight towards the exit of the office room. mission completed successfully, now you can go back to the headquarters, take your payment and enjoy the night at your home.

"(name)," baji tries to get your attention.

but somebody is here to ruin your night.

you simply ignore him. keeping your head high and back straight, your boots make a click clack sound against the blood covered floor.

"(name) please, just listen to me." he requests but he should know, this won't work now. 

"c'mon (nick-name), i know you can hear me." and just as you are about to grasp the door handle he comes in front of you, blocking your path.

you turn your head away, not in the mood for this. not right now. you were exhausted.

"(name), please. please just listen to me. i know you are mad and yes you deserve to be but things aren't-"

"save it baji." you cut him off, tone laced with venom. "i don't wanna hear it. you did what you had to do. now leave me alone."

"baji? so now we are on last name basis?" you don't reply. and even if you did sense the hurt in his voice you didn't think much of it.

he sighed. "i can't- you can't expect me to just up and leave?"

you let out a dry laugh, "isn't that exactly what you did 7 months ago?"

"i- things were different back then (name). it was for a mission. it hurt me just as much as it hurt you."

"yeah and yet i was the only one trying to mend our dwindling friendship."

"i have a job, (name). it demands me to make rough and sometimes unethical decisions. you know i don't mean them." 

"you do realise we have the same job right? don't preach to me about unethical shit. i don't- i have never EVER FUCKING LIED TO YOU KEISUKE BAJI! I HAVE NEVER USED YOU FOR PERSONAL BENEFITS! I HAVE NEVER USED YOUR TRUST FOR ANY OF MY MISSIONS NO MATTER WHAT!"

that shut him up. he didn't speak, neither did you.

it felt good to finally let it all out. it had been hurting you all this while. and even though seeing him sad never made you happy but right now, it did ease your aching heart that he got to feel at least a fraction of your pain.

"you are right. i am sorry." he looked like a lost puppy. no, a wet kitten would fit him more. but ignoring the apology you ask the question that you'd wanted to ask from the start.

"why did you come here anyway? the mission was assigned to me. you came here to save the damsel from distress?"

"what- no never. i- i know you can handle yourself and your missions just fine. i was just-"

"trying to find a way to become the hero? and then magically wipe off everything you did?"

silence filled the room. you just now realised how creepily quiet it was up here. and that it was only your voices filling the pin drop silence. 

"are you fucking kidding me?" you spoke. "you think this is some type of romance movie? God, sometimes i don't believe you."

"but i care about you! i was worried for your safety. this was a high rank mission too and you were alone!" he argued.

"you doubting me, baji keisuke?" you raised your eyebrow, daring him.

"ok ok, fine. but at least cut with the "baji" bullshit. that's not my name!"

"it is though." you don't look at him.

"yeah- well-" he groans. "pleassseeee i am sorry okayyyy."

"please please please." he makes pouty faces.

"please uwu." he plays with his index fingers looking up at you through his lashes.

"baji-" you laugh but get mad at him for making you laugh.

"stop with that. stop whining, you aren't a 5 year old- KEISUKE!" you smack his shoulder hard.

"ouch- aaaah there she is!" he grins triumphantly.

"fuck you." 

"i am gonna need the date, time and venue, gorgeous." he opens the notes app in his phone, looking at you.

"are you seriously flirting with me right now? and right here of all places?"

"fits our personalities, i'd say." he shrugs, fangs adorning his highly tinted pink lips.

you took your time taking in his features. and somehow even though you have a crush on him for years, you only now truly realise just how attractive he is. just how hot he looks. and just how hot he makes your skin. maybe it's just the hormones. you turn your gaze away instantly for the thoughts had started to turn a little inappropriate if you catch the drift.

"drop the act keisuke. you have five minutes to tell me the whole truth if you actually wanna fix things. i have not forgiven you yet." you cross your arms, tapping your foot as you look at him with your signature no-bullshit face you use with your underclass people and rivals.

he heaves out a sigh. with no more escape and a huge risk of losing his friendship and you, he spills out all the details of why he did, what he did. and as the curtains shift from the truth you realise how it all was a part of the plan. still you don't like how he played with your emotions, though the plan wasn't in his control though. although you were mad at him, you trust him enough to know he would never purposefully hurt you in any way.

frankly you are happy that you can get your keisuke back because no matter how mad you are, you can't deny how much he means to you and how much in love with him you are.

"you know, you could have told me about this and all this would have never happened. there wouldn't have been any misunderstandings if only you had trusted me more."

"i do! i do trust you, (name). i was just bound by the contracts. and man do i hate the kind off stuff." he grumbles.

"whatever happened in the past is past now and i forgive you. but, keisuke baji, let me make this very clear— this will be the last time you lie to me." you state, voice firm and unwavering. eyes glinting with a warning sign.

"yes ma'am." he salutes.

"but, i need you to have a little more faith in me too." he requests. and you agree, so you nod.

"(name), i am genuinely sorry for everything." he walks closer to you. he holds you by your shoulders and looks into your eyes. "i would never do anything like this, not unless we have talked about this before. i should have known how it could have affected our relationship. i was wrong. i admit it. but please don't go away from me. you mean so much to me you have no idea."

you are a hardened assassin. you have done many wrong and unethical things too. you have used people to complete your missions. you have had fake relationships, sex, one night stands, etc. for the sake of your work. and yet it takes one look from those brown eyes and your resolve snaps and dissolves into nothingness.

you push him against the door he had blocked your exit from. and as if he knew, this would happen as if he was planning on it, he jumps right into it quickly. his arms wrap around you as you smash your lips into his. eyebrows furrowing you press him harder against the metal as he pulls you into him even closer. 

tilting your heads again you suck on his lips, drinking in the taste and that has your head spinning. you let out a moan in sync with the groan that escapes him when you bite down on him. 

he quickly changes the position and this time slams you against the door, using his fangs to give you the taste of your own medicine. but you don't let him get any further as you change the positions yet again.

"it's my time to take out the pent up anger. so don't you interfere, pretty boy." you growl. you words leave baji gawking because he has never been so turned on before.

[awkwardchick87]

My piece for the Heaven and Hell collab, put on by @benkeibear

a/n - LOVE this idea! Mitsuya is the loml. Hope you guys like this one!

w/c - 513

c/w - fingering. Just straight porn. No plot.

The door to the apartment slammed shut, your back meeting the cold surface as Mitsuya pushed you against it. One hand had your wrists pinned above your head while the other pulled your thigh to hook over his hip. “Oh fuck” you whispered. You were breathless, feeling his hard cock grind against your core. His lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking lightly on your pulsepoint. “Please, Taka, more” 

You heard him chuckle, “Patience baby. You know you always get what you want.” his free hand slid up your thigh, fingers ghosting across your panties. The wet patch causing him to growl in your ear. “Already so wet for me, hm? You’re practically dripping.”

You mewled, trying to free your wrists from his tight grip. Hands opening and closing, trying to grasp onto something to ground yourself. Your head was dizzy and your body felt hot as Mitsuya pulled your panties to the side, sliding his knuckles across your slit. Teasing you, he slowly slid his middle finger into your pussy. He began to pump his finger into your dripping hole with your hips matching his slow pace. His lips crashed into yours, tongues fighting for dominance. 

He finally released your wrists, grabbing you by the back of the neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Your hands flew to his shirt, wringing the material and pulling his chest harder into you. Adding a second finger into your cunt, he felt it flutter around his digits. He curled his fingers towards the spongy spot on the inside of your walls, drinking in your moans. 

You could feel a tingling, starting low in your belly and expanding into your chest. Your thighs trembled and flexed as Mitsuya’s fingers picked up the pace, pounding into you at an unforgiving pace. The heel of his palm grinding into your clit. Any other time, you would have been embarrassed by the amount of your slick dripping off his hand and wrist, onto the floor. But your head was empty, only thoughts of how deep his fingers were reaching and how hard he was thrusting them into you. 

Feeling your orgasm wash over you. You threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut as it thumped against the door. White flashing behind your eyes as your mouth opened in a silent scream. Your entire body was shaking and trembling, Mitsuya never stopping from twisting and thrusting into your cunt as it clamped down hard on his fingers.  Once you calmed down, and your body stopped shaking, Mitsuya pulled his fingers from between your legs, pulling them up to show you the silver strings glistening like a web as he scissored his fingers open and closed. Your cheeks tinted pink as embarrassment flooded you. “Fuck baby, look at the mess you made.” Mitsuya popped the fingers into his mouth, moaning as he sucked and licked them clean, “Not enough, I need more. I can’t wait to taste you” He pulled you away from the door and towards the bedroom, “I’m not even close to being done yet baby”

[kociimages]

Ava Max for Numéro Magazine (6/2023)

[themajornelson]

03/04/2023 - stormy Saturday

[modelsarecrazyclothing]

two40 e productions experiencing life before writing scripts for sale on life for the world photo series

photo #1 - heaven and hell party

“models are crazy clothing” brand is a two40 e productions subcompany and “models are crazy clothing” also has art for sale for your home, office or boat in previous post

the 2 companies will be sharing sample creative director photos to help create partnerships and a fanbase

[bublinko]

drawing of Ava Max with glitters size: 21 x 18 cm #avamax #heavenandhell #diamondsanddancefloors #dancingsdone #sweetbutpsycho

[rejectedreligion1]

RR Pod E27 Dell Rose - Cultural Receptions of Emanuel Swedenborg: Connecting the Spiritual with the Material This month's topic centers around Emanuel Swedenborg, who was, and still is, an extremely influential figure within the currents of esotericism. Dell Rose begins by giving a short introduction about Swedenborg, and then moves to discuss other aspects of Swedenborg's life and beliefs that led to his eventual 'revelations' about the nature of the spiritual world and free will.  Dell is particularly concerned with the cultural reception of Swedenborg, and he notes that Swedenborg's influence is varied, but overwhelming. This influence is seen in all forms of cultural life from the 19th century onward, in areas such as art, literature, poetry, and music; but also in the political sphere, including public planning, cooperative societies, and women's rights. Dell shares his own research into Charles Augustus Tulk, who was keen to implement Swedenborg's ideas onto social issues, as well as other figures who were also inspired by Swedenborgian thought.

[imhereboo]

[metal-patches-vinyl]

The late night random orders I made during the holiday break are rolling in, and I’m scratching my head on some of these. Many were chosen solely because of the album cover. Some have turned out to be absolutely rad, and the gamble has paid off. Others are proven classics. ☠️ - Grand Belial’s Key - Kohanic Charmers. Never heard of these guys before. The cover art lured me in. Turns out it is USBM and this album rules. - Heaven & Hell - Neon Nights: 30 Years of Heaven & Hell. Will listen to this over the weekend. Should be good. - Aguul Sacrist - At Play in the Fields of the Greebo. Totally unknown to me, and by far the weirdest album art I’ve seen in years. This is raw BM from Georgia. Pretty good. - Silberbach - Miriquidi. Raw German BM. I love this band. - Black Sabbath - The Sabbath Stones. This is a comp album for Sabbath’s IRS label records. Over 80 minutes long. Great sampler for this era. - Aguul Sacrist - IV. Another unknown album I will field test soon. I liked the cover art. - Leper Chamber - Hymns to the Ropes that dangle from the Devil’s Thousand Limbs Vol. I. This sounded interesting when I ordered it. Turns out it is dark ambient/dungeon synth. I like it. - Black Sabbath - Live at Last. This was sent to me by mistake instead of Headless Cross 😢 - The Eternal Idol 😁 ☠️ What random stuff did you order over the break?

[mask-of-self-pain]

Mask of Self Pain New album available on iTunes “BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL” https://music.apple.com/gb/album/between-good-evil/1644723715 #gothic #gothicstyle #gothgoth #gothstyle #rock #indy #gothrock #moodymusic #prsguitars #fenderguitars #logicpro #rockmusic #yanagisawa #sax #saxaphones #darkrock #darkmusic #heavenandhell #unsigned #recordcompanies https://www.instagram.com/p/Cix8OZPq5vY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[circusrockmag]

April 18, 1980: Black Sabbath released Heaven And Hell. 

Neon Knights 

📽️ https://youtu.be/8pXLQF7Tdkc 📺

🎪

The original CIRCUS Magazine Official Website is👇 

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[rogerrcoyle]

alleys and streets

[aurorapicturecompanyinfinite]

Fallen Angels

A New York detective is hired by an angel to uncover if her lover, a notorious figure from the underworld, is betraying her, dragging him into a case where celestial struggles spill onto the streets.

Watch it now!