𝖌𝖔𝖉 and the 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑

indie johnny faust from the film AMERICAN SATAN. penned by addy est october 14th 2017. nsfw & triggering content.

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like this for a starter !

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Andy Biersack as Johnny Faust (ii) ↳ American Satan (2017)

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forgive me father, for i have sinned. and as i kneel here now; hands red with blood, i know deep down, that i’ll do it again.

confessions || k.a. (via phrongs)

[mitchellwrites]

Andy Biersack as Johnny Faust ↳ American Satan (2017)

[lghtyagami-deactivated20210423]

aesthetics of my favorite characters: 3/?

↪ johnny faust of american satan. “ HE WILL KEEP COMING BACK. “

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andy biersack  looking like a snack in    

AMERICAN SATAN.

[lghtyagami-deactivated20210423]

rockstar by post m.alone is johnny faust and the fact that i know johnny would absolutely HATE that song makes it even better

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[mcnlight]

I got you

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                                 ✞       l e t  h i m  b u r n.       ✞

  INDIE JOHNNY FAUST from the film, AMERICAN SATAN.

                        horror muse penned by ADDY, est 2017. nsfw & triggering content.

                                                          please like / reblog.

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dcstructiives

today’s american satan look™

happy munday !

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me: sees someone using my andy gif icons

also me: CRINGES

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「  ✞ ∵ — ZACHARIE.  」

  One good thing about tour busses was that they were pretty easy to get off of without actually needing to see where you were going. Right now Zacharie has no interest in seeing anything or anyone who might’ve missed his notice on his way in. All because he had wanted to surprise Johnny. Next time he’d think twice before doing something like this.

   Slamming the door to the bus behind him as his feet hit the pavement, already pulling his jacket closer around him. Next time. There wouldn’t be a next time, not after this. He couldn’t handle this anymore. There was too much stress that came along with being the boyfriend of the up and coming rockstar. Days spent wondering if he was alright or what he was doing while the band was touring all over. Running a hand through his hair, ignoring the tell tale opening of the tour bus door freezing only at the voice that accompanied it.

   Zacharie willed himself not to turn around. He couldn’t look at him. Not right now. One look into those blue eyes and he would go crawling back. The silence that enveloped him was suffocating him, choking back a sob as Johnny pleaded with him. “Don’t.” His voice was low, dangerous almost as he finally turned around. “Don’t come any closer Johnny, I-I don’t want to hear it.” He added his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket.

          & -- GOD, DID THAT hurt. The dangerous edge to his boyfriend’s voice was enough to cause Johnny to physically FLINCH, tattooed hand catching the edge of the doorway to keep himself from SWAYING too heavily. The trackmarks throbbing at the crook of his arm felt like NOTHING compared to the way familiar blue eyes ripped STRAIGHT through his heart. Goddamn, he deserved this. Deserved every bit of HATRED glaring back at him for all the horrible things he had DONE for fame. He had no soul, no CONSCIENCE -- and Zacharie’s broken words were proof of the destruction Johnny seemed to leave in his wake no matter how much he SWORE he’d change.

          His head was SPINNING -- and for what felt like the hundredth time that night, the young rockstar felt himself aching for the familiar sensation of DRUGS lacing through his veins until he felt nothing at all. But right now, he didn’t have that luxury. He had to look at his failure in the eyes and FACE the music of it. Johnny was a far cry from the boy that Zacharie had fallen in love; no longer the idealistic, ambitious, CONFIDENT musician that wanted to make a change. He was a JUNKIE, strung out on sex & heroin & cocaine & whatever ELSE he could get his tattooed hands on -- and this is where it lead him. WAS HIS SOUL WORTH THIS?

            ❝ Baby... ❞ he whispered softly, the broken sound hardly even AUDIBLE -- though he knew getting closer to the other would be useless. ❝ Please, I swear--I didn’t know you’d be here, I--❞ words broke off hastily, INSTANT regret piercing through him like JAGGED blades until he winced, gaze averted. ❝ Shit, no... that’s not what I... meant. ❞ Johnny mumbled, a PINCHING pain shooting through his head as brows knitted together, hand lifting to clutch at his dark locks. HERE COMES THE NAUSEA. ❝ Fuck... Please, don’t... DON’T GO. ❞

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「 ✞ ∵ — XANDER. 」

       FEELING LIKE SHIT wasn’t even half of it, the hunter had a ROUGH NIGHT and no sleep the day after. He’d eventually crawled out of bed to do some more research and then head to a bar. What Xander needed most was a DRINK. Snort, and his eyes trail over the other’s frame. He looked like a wreck, like his mind just WASN’T THERE. “More like a long FEW DAYS. What’s got you in a twist?”

          & -- HE ALMOST SMIRKED, tattooed hand reaching for the shot slid in his direction to buy himself a bit of TIME as he sought out the correct way to ANSWER the other. There was no way Johnny could merely open his mouth and tell a STRANGER that the devil haunted him, bled through his heart and soul until all he could see was his own DESTRUCTION. Almost made eating a bullet seem that much more like a desirable ending. He scrunched his nose with a TIRED sigh, familiar burn sliding down his throat. ❝ It’d be easier telling you what DOESN’T have my ass in a twist. ❞ Johnny finally managed in response, bitter chuckle escaping him before he gave a tired shake of his head. ❝ Only in town for a few more days before hitting EUROPE, trying to make the MOST of it, I guess. ❞

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「 ✞ ∵ — LUNA. 」

It was no surprise that she hung around. Luna would follow wherever the fame was, using her connections to get her wherever she pleased. After all, it paid to have some sort of hold in the music industry–through family and her own personal endeavors. Although it hadn’t been heroriginal plan, the moment he slipped past her to the stage, Luna knew she had to play the game. Of course, it wasn’t until he was exiting that she managed to reach out cooly to catch his arm. “Your stage presence could use some work,” she smirked, brows raised, hoping that it’d just set him off to get the ball rolling. “I could teach you how to really put on a show.”

          & -- THE ADRENALINE RUSH was hell -- and Johnny could already feel himself crashing from the absolute EUPHORIA that had been fueling him only moments ago. The PALPITATING heartbeat and sickening wave of NAUSEA called for something stronger, HARDER, than the adrenaline-induced high that the rockstar had been riding on. Tattooed fingers raked through sweat-drenched locks, all thoughts focused on whatever GOODS he had left on the tour bus -- just as a hand reached out to pull him out of his mess of thoughts. Johnny gave a sharp grunt, blue eyes narrowing only to shoot the young woman a muted look. A SCOFF was his only initial response. ❝ How’d you get back here, darlin’? ❞ His drawl was slow as he tugged himself out of her grasp -- though he wasn’t SHY about the way blue eyes wandered over her. MAYBE SHE COULD HELP WITH THE EMPTINESS. ❝ I’ll give ya’ a couple seconds to EXPLAIN before I get security to check you out of HERE so that I can head back to my tour bus ... unless you’re LOOKING for an invitation to come with me. ❞

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「 ✞ ∵ — ZAHIRITH. 」

BROW RAISES IN curiosity as the man speaks, head turning in his direction. Soft grey eyeslook him over, a FAMILIAR expression wandering over her cheeks. “Oh, yeah…?” Zahirith pauses near mid-step, sliding back to two feet on the GROUND as her brain wanders andCONSIDERS. Normally she steers clear of places with a lot of people, unless it’s to escape or hide. Very rarely did she go to concerts to ENJOY herself… “— Y’think you’re good enough for signings, in LA?” She’s teasing him, there’s a HUGE grin on her face. “What time?”

           & -- WILD GRIN REMAINED firmly in place, a chuckle falling past pierced lips as the young rockstar wove his way CLOSER to her -- just enough to hold out the flyer to her. It was BRILLIANTLY detailed, smattered with DARK, yet intriguing, IMAGERY that seemed to speak of something more than the typical GLITZ and glam of Rock ‘n Roll. ❝ Fuck yeah. I mean, better to get a FREE signing now before we make it HUGE like Metallica. ❞ Johnny offered with a smirk, a tasteful WINK following. ❝ It’s at the Whiskey, set begins at TEN O’CLOCK, sharp. Then at midnight, my band ‘n I will be hanging out an’ shit. We’ve got DEMOS, merch... ❞

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「 ✞ ∵ — MARCI. 」

“…um.” it’s a slight pause, head craning back to stare up at the other, squinting - almost. maybe she’s reading something wrong, seeing something wrong. but ! a smile crosses soft features, warm and soft. “um … hey, i - … are you … tired? or – do you need to sit down? you look kind of – worried. or something.”

           & --  ❝ UH -- YEAH, I’M... fine. ❞ Brows furrowed as blue eyes rested on the brunette, unsure of why she sounded so CONCERNED. Tattooed hands lifted to adjust the leather jacket draped over his tall frame, careful to avoid the pointed STUDS lining the material. Johnny merely SCOFFED in response -- though he had the sense to hold it back in favor of letting out a slight groan. ❝ It’s been a long day. ❞ He drawled out, fishing out a cigarette.  ❝ Want a smoke? ❞