#Blaspheming His Name

[idealog]

Insulting Thieves Merely Go To Hell.

[possession1981-moving]

THE FIRST OMEN dir. Arkasha Stevenson, 2024

[the-squeege]

another one

[justiceforskywarp]

BY POPULAR DEMAND I HAVE TAKEN SCREENSHOTS OF BLASPHEMOUS 2’s FINAL BOSS SO REFERENCE PHOTOS AREN’T IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND. I WILL POST THEM BELOW. MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR BLASPHEMOUS 2 OF COURSE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

If anyone would like me to post any other shots, including what he looks like in the other ending, just DM me!

[musedriven]

get yourself a gal who can do both--

[hootsewers]

google image search "guy in Blasphemous whose entire personality is not wanting to rely on his sister and then the instant he gets his peepee a little slapped screams 'SISTAAAAR' like his life depends on it"

[taonpest]

May Skeletor find his purple wife in the next part of Revolution 🙏

[sunlessea]

he isn't anxious. though, he thinks the rest of his coworkers may be, particularly those kept close to his supervisory in scheduling. the air in the factory is more dismal than usual from its working force. tense. he doesn't even knock, though, when he steps into its office, because he's jittery in a different sense. he forgets to close the door, too, near elbowing one of the disgruntled neddies on his way through. whatever. he'd never ended up making any friends on fires' workforce. he hopes they're sick to death of him. assholes.

"mr fires, sir?" he's already caught its attention 'round to him, and he figures it a miracle he makes it up to its desk before it gets a chance to lift from its chair. he takes an envelope he'd tucked away in the breast of his oversized jacket, decorated with the golden borders that the camarilla often sent their communications off in to look fancy. he doesn't miss a beat before dropping it on its desk in front of it. "i'm quitting."

he thinks he hears the same neddy that'd glowered at him start hacking a lung from inhaling nicotine a little too hard. subtle.

@londonfallen / mr fires.

[sqweegee]

why is i am a fish getting a little better at making posts

[encrucijada]

the fruits by paris paloma belongs to me actually and i just have to talk about this

and how if framed as ángel speaking to connor "you'd make me fall from heaven" gets so *chef's kiss* since his name is, well, angel

[of-forossa]

Children of the northern mountains, notably Kaiden, often etch their victories and their stories into their skin in the form of tattoos. Needles of bones are used to perforate the body in the form of the desired designs, then traced by careful hands with wood ash, powdered charcoal or similar substances to mingle in the blood and give the tattoos their color as they seep into the skin.

Typical designs include bears and wolves, battles fought or sagas passed down through their oral traditions, dragons and ancestor spirits, and a now blasphemous depiction of the Erdtree from an age before the Greater Will tainted it with gold. Only one design is frowned upon and carefully etched, one favored only by the most fervent priests and berserkers: that of a single blazing eye, a depiction of their Fell God and distant ancestor that is said to draw His attention and ruinous influence upon the wearer.

Tattoos are often an indication of a warrior's prestige or history, and many of the most grizzled and aged warriors of the north have barely an inch of skin that isn't dedicated to their achievements. Some are living histories, and where some stories might have been forgotten in the minds of the greybeards they are remembered in the flesh of sons and daughters who likewise inked their parents' legends to themselves.

When the call for tarnished echoed across the world, however, a new and terrible practice was enacted upon those in the north who were called by grace to the Lands Between. Their tattoos were stripped from them, their flesh scoured and their stories erased from memory before being exiled. Such a fate befell Brom and his warband, and the only one among their number that is currently marked in the old way was born in the time since their banishment.

[existennialmemes]

Christmas Movie, but it's from the perspective of Jesus Christ, who sneaks back to Earth, and is immediately confused why everyone is celebrating his birthday in December.

He wanders into a Megachurch on accident, thinking it was a mini mall, and hears an evangelist (who lives in a mansion) taking the Lord's name in Vain to guilt donations out of people. Then he gets arrested for rushing the stage and beating that guy with a whip.

A significant chunk of the movie is just his elaborate escape from prison, wherein he starts a riot upon learning how cruelly the prisoners are treated by a blasphemous carceral system.

The movie ends with him using God Magic on the president of the US, and being formally declared the Anti Christ by the Catholic Church

[t4tdanvis]

Dysphoria hoodie bffff

I wonder if Crywolf knows...

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello! Can I request smt with Luocha, Dan Heng, Argenti and Boothill? (Separate, and dw if u don’t write for boothill ^^)

You’re dating them and randomly call them husband just to see their reaction. You just say it so casually too during a convo with maybe a friend or a family member

Argenti: ‘Argenti might as well be my husband at this point.’ You said to your friend after retelling a story regarding yourself and Argenti.

‘Awww! I wish Royland was more like Argenti.’ Your friend groaned, glaring daggers at the back of their boyfriend’s head.

Argenti visibly perked up at this, his eyes and smile were practically glowing. Did he hear you right, you consider him as a potential Husband? The gods have answered his prayers and quelled any worries that he might’ve had beforehand. For Argenti fully intends to be your husband one day and until then will commit himself to proving to you why he would make an excellent husband.

The moment he met you, to the moment you begun dating, all Argenti could think of was what it would be like being your devoted husband, your soul partner for the rest of your lives. No one else will do for Argenti but you, and he’s so loyal and extremely devoted to being your partner that the thought of looking at anyone else was so blasphemous; so much so that he’d rather hand you his eyes on a gold platter then ever be tempted by any other.

Argenti has had many dreams about your domestic life as a happily married couple, a happily married couple who were very much still in their honeymoon phase, but when he’s your husband that honeymoon phase would never fade away and die. He would make every day feel just as unique and special as the last few.

He might as well have ‘y/n’s husband’ as his name instead of Argenti because of how much he would use it when introducing himself to anyone new.

Needless to say by the end of the month to the day you and Argenti were officially married and more happy than ever.

Luocha: ‘Luocha would make an amazing husband, don’t you agree?’ You asked your friend, eyeing your boyfriend across the room for his reaction.

‘I thought Luocha was already your husband.’ Your friend asked, genuinely confused.

the moment Luocha hears his name being spoken he doesn’t think much of it, but when it was in the same sentence of as the word husband, that well and truly caught his attention. However it doesn’t take him long to realise what you were doing, but once he realised what was going on it was already too late, as the reaction you pulled out of him was very much a genuine one.

Neither of you had talked about it but according to your friend, you must’ve came across as to others a married couple anyways. So much so that even if you were to ever make it a reality nothing much would change at all for anyone other then himself and you; Yet that didn’t change the fact that the seed was planted and has taken ahold inside of Luocha’s mind as he walked towards you and your friend, placing a hand to the small of your back as he politely greeted your friend, acting none the wiser.

Well your friend might not pick up the hidden cues that told you that he knew, but you did, you could pick up his cues as easily as breathing which makes attempts at teasing one another all the more fun and interesting; Luocha could read you like the back of his hand and you were only starting to get the hang of reading him.

So the look he gives you may not seem like much to other people but to you, it was him telling you that he knew what you were doing, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him in victory because he took the bait you had put in place for him. You didn’t need to hear him to know that the first thing he’d ask once you took your leave would be:

‘I don’t think it’s wise of you to tease your husband. Do you?’

Boothill: ‘you and Boothill? Now that I didn’t see coming.’ Your friend joked as if you hadn’t openly said the most outrageous, thirsty shit about your now boyfriend.

‘Watch it because sooner or later he’ll become my husband.’ You joked back as you and your fiend shared a laugh.

Boothill flashes his sharp teeth in a wicked smirk upon hearing you call him your husband.

Oh now you’ve done it. He’s not going to let you live down the fact that you had called him your husband. He refuses to because he wants to see how you’d react to it. So he’ll make his presence know by confidently striding up to you and resting his hand on your waist, squeezing it, before smashing his sharp teeth once more but this time in a Cheshire grin.

‘Husband?’ He’d ask. ‘Have I secretly been promoted from being your boyfriend without my knowledge? I’m honoured sweetheart, but warn a fella next time before you go and pull this sort of stunt off. Oh wait,’ he pauses before continuing. ‘There’s not going to be a next time because you ain’t gonna be getting rid of me anytime soon. You’re stuck with me forever sugar.’ He cackles as he shamelessly swats you on the ass -hard- for good measure.

Yeah your plan kind of back fired on you because now your the one with the extremely flustered face, and now an sore ass that’ll become a bruise on top of that.

Boothill loved the idea of you belonging to him and only him and vice versa. He’s a possessive prick who’ll gladly put a bullet of two between the eyes of any bastard stupid enough to look at you for longer than a second.

He’s not one to share his treasure and never will be. You’re his now unto forever. Also he’d probably jokingly call himself your husband whenever you meet new people along your journey, and or scaring suitors off by screaming that you/him were married. (You very much weren’t but it works in keeping creeps away, so that’s a bonus.)

He plays on it so much that it’s an inside joke between the two of you and the two of you alone.

Dan Heng: ‘my husband Dan Heng, is just outside getting fresh air, he’s not fond of overcrowded social gatherings.’ You explained to your parents who shared a look of understanding.

Dan Heng, who had finally came back into the house, overheard this conversation and immediately his face burst into flames as his palms became sweaty all of a sudden and his breath hitched in his throat.

Husband?

Him?

Is that why he’s been invited for your family vacations with your parents, grandparents and relatives with their spouses of their own? All because they thought he was your husband? Dan Heng thought he was going to faint then and there from how many times he’s mentioned himself as your husband.

You’ve been together for a while now, but the fact that you were calling him your husband had him feeling some type of way that went beyond comprehension. He likes the idea of being your husband and has had a couple of shameless dreams where you very much were married and had a small family of your own, living a peaceful and loving life together and growing old together, still very much in love. However he always seemed to be at a loss for words when wondering whether in an alternate reality his dreams were your lived reality.

Dan Heng has so many thoughts on being your husband, one of them being that he’d be grateful in being chosen to be your life partner, while the other had still yet to find the words to voice his desire in being your husband aloud without being overcome by his own emotions. So until then he’ll have to suffer you freely calling him your husband in the presence of your parents, not that he’s complaining but he’d rather not be asked why his face still went so red when being called your husband, especially after so long of being assumedly married by your parents.

[strawmaerry]

gojo & megumi. | g. satoru

gojo satoru bringing home fushiguro megumi was something you did not anticipate of.

you were cooking a welcome home food for your menace, satoru, when he startled you with his teleportation and a frowning kid.

“hello to my prettiest girl, the love of my life, the light in the dar—”

you shushed him. “i thought you work as a sorcerer, never thought you would take kidnapping as a part time job.”

he pouted. he had the audacity to be offended. “excuse me?! how dare you accuse me of such blasphemous claim?”

you shrugged, used to his outrageous reactions. “well, you’re definitely the type of man that my mom warned me about. those guys who would entice you with candies just to get in a van?” you looked at him, up and down, “yup, that’s you.”

before he could answer, you heard a snicker from the kid. your lips slightly curled up before raising an eyebrow at your irritating (affectionately) boyfriend.

“oh,” he stupidly realized, “this is megumi, i’ve bought him from an auction.”

megumi kicked satoru’s shin and he pretended to be hurt. the spiky-haired boy dusted off the invisible particles on his clothes.

you snorted before going back to cooking dinner.

“so, tell me why you decided to change career that involves kidnapping children?”

“well, i wanted to practice on how to take care of a child when we decided to have one.”

you accidentally put your hand over the burning stove and satoru practically flies to you. he basically becomes a mother hen as he blows your hands.

“[name]! oh my god, what happened?”

you go to the sink to wash your hands as you blankly stare at your burning hands. oh man, you think your hearing is deteriorating. you’re hearing some things that are… impossible.

“satoru, you’re not funny.”

satoru, who has the most alabaster skin, pales. he’s hearing his government name. not ‘toru, baby, pretty boy, my husband.

“haha, pretty baby, what do you mean? i’m always funny. ha. ha.”

“don’t kid around like that. you know our job is…” you trail off, unable to continue the sentiment.

in a world where you attend more funerals than birthdays; you greet more corpse than people; having to work under those ungrateful elders, tomorrow is uncertainty, so you try to enjoy the present as much as you’re alive.

he seems confused for a moment before a dawning realization etches on his face. his eyes soften before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“i really wanna see you carry my babies, y’know? wanna see you round and full an—okay! i know we’re still not finish in school but whenever i see my future, i see you in it. i see us together. i see us forever and i want that. i don’t want to live in a life without your presence. you brought me so much joy if you weren’t crying right now, i would be on my knees begging for you to take me. make me your one and only. make me the happiest and luckiest man on earth because that’s my only purpose why i was born in this cruel, yet beautiful world. i live for you.”

tears run down on your cheeks as you hear satoru’s honest thoughts about his joke. oh my god, how did a simple joke turn into an almost-but-not-quite proposal?

you cradle his face between your hands and kiss his sweet, soft lips that utter nothing but devotion to you. you feel him smile against yours.

[helluvapoison]

imagine after the battle’s over, the exorcists have left and the hotels rebuilt, lucifer crumbles

the door softly clicks into place behind him. releasing his hand, you meander around your new room, the new view and the new uniforms. new is supposed to be good. it’s a fresh start. why then, when you turn to lucifer, does he look so petrified? he was smiling and cheerful up until now!

his steps are hurried, rushing over and hovering his hands over your face. his crimson eyes blaze with fury landing upon an ugly, blotchy bruise tainting your otherwise perfect cheek. but it’s been there the whole time and he’s acting like he’s only just seen it

lucifer swallows a whimper, throat closing on anything he tries to say. his arms wrap around you suddenly, bringing you flush against him. when he falls to his knees, you let him drag you down with you. he marries your foreheads, cradling your face like you’re made of glass

he doesn’t even realize his wings have cocooned around the two of you until you say his name but he can’t bring himself to move. no, the though alone is blasphemous. gripping your clothes like you’d fade to nothing if he let go, he allows his claws to anchor you there

“fuck. fuck, sorry, i-i—“

tears pricking at your eyes, you hush him gently and pull him impossibly closer

“i almost— you and-and charlie! I couldn’t,” lucifer draws in a panicked gasp of air, “i’d die if something happened to either of you.”

“i’m right here, luci.” you whisper, attempting to sound strong when your heart is broken for the man you love

“you’ll never be in danger like that again. never.” he growls out through a sob