#bl4sphemy

[bl4sphemy]

[pumpkinstabs-moving]

this musician,  this pretty boy enjoys singing about sinning.  about violating god’s rules and making a mockery of religion.  but at the end of the day,  what does he truly know about sin?  what does he know about the cruelty of man,  what sin the human mind and body are fully capable of?  not that michael views himself as a human,  no...  he doesn’t view himself as anything.  he’s nothing & everything all at once.  he is the mask and the mask is michael myers.  the public has begun calling him the boogeyman...  he thinks it’s suiting,  in a way.  

michael myers waits patiently in the musician’s trailer for him to return,  the space completely quiet besides the sound of his breathing and the constant,  rhythmic dripping of blood next to him.  one of the people who work with samael is strung up by her neck with a guitar string,  multiple stab wounds in her gut and thighs.  michael hadn’t even intended to kill her...  she’d just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.  now he waits for his actual target.  // @bl4sphemy​

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@𝖇𝖑4𝖘𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖞 liked for a starter

ＴＨＥ ＴＨＩＮＧ ＡＢＯＵＴ ＯＬＩＶＥＲ ＷＡＳ ＴＨＡＴ ＳＨＥ ＣＯＵＬＤ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＳＩＭＰＬＹ ＬＥＡＶＥ ＷＯＲＫ ＡＴ ＷＯＲＫ． not when her work involved art, and she was so incredibly passionate about it. she had an awful habit of noticing other people's tattoos, and an even worse habit of commenting on them. which, so far, hadn't really gotten her in any bad situations, but it definitely didn't make her life any easier when she was actively seeking clients like that.

she'd been eyeing him since she'd got in line behind him. the gas station was filled to the brim, and while that usually would piss her off since she was just trying to pay for twenty bucks in gas and some water, today it seemed to be working in her favor. ❝ nice tats. ❞ she commented finally, tilting her head down a little so she could see the snake on his arm better. ❝ if you're looking to add to the collection, i think our styles are pretty perfect for each other. i got some openings later today at the shop, you down ? i'll give you a discount, i don't get to do pieces i actually like often. ❞

[hellsrazedarch]

( @bl4sphemy ) samael » jonah : i had a dream about you last night.

he looks up from his laptop screen, brows raising a fraction as a smirk forms around the half - smoked joint resting between his lips. honey eyes sparkle with mischief & something akin to intrigue, not a stranger to seeing familiar faces pop up in his dreams but it does make him wonder. " that so ? " he rests back in his computer chair, spinning slightly to give Samael, who lounges comfortably on his California king sized bed, his full attention. " please tell me i still had my luscious locks. " he teases easily, pointer finger pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before taking the joint to flick off some of the ash at the end. " what did dream us do ? "

[freezeher]

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❛ isn't it just so pretty t' think -- all along there was some invisible string tyin' you t' me ? ❜

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[hellsrazedarch]

𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘 . . .        The other man's words evoke a snort from Samael, and he's snickering as he takes a drag from the blunt Jonah had so graciously offered, the smoke filling the musician's lungs beautifully.      ❛❛   People say I'm bad, huh?   ❜❜     He's smirking, and his head tilts inquisitively as he squints, then purses his plush lips to let the smoke slip free.

      ❛❛   I'd love to hear what else they're saying.   ❜❜     He drawls, demurely, before his grin returns, and he's chuckling as he passes the blunt back, letting their fingers brush before leaning back against the wall behind him.      ❛❛   Enlighten me, sweetheart.   ❜❜     Sure, he could easily search himself up on Twitter again for the quick answer, but part of him wants to hear what Jonah has to say, and if any of it's different from what Samael expects.  ( @bl4sphemy )

shoulders shrug, watching Sam as he takes a hit & relaxes further into his seat on his rooftop couch. a smirk causes a dimple to appear when their fingers brush & hazel eyes peek through thick lashes, bringing the blunt to his lips to take a slow drag. the smoke fills his lungs, holding it there as Jonah considers his next words carefully before releasing into the air above when he rests his head against the back of the couch. “ what haven’t they said, hm ? ” head rolls to the side so he can give the other a lopsided grin & wiggle his brows playfully. another quick hit & then passes it to Samael, fingers running through chestnut locks as gaze drifts back to the stars above. “ nothing i’m sure you haven’t heard already. ”

tongue wets lips, a slight frown when he realizes just how bad his cotton - mouth is & reaches for Sam’s drink for a sip. “ some say you’re the devil himself . . . ” dramatic words are accompanied with wide eyes & a hand to his chest “ . . . tempting every poor soul who crosses your path. ” there’s a beat before Jonah let’s out a chuckle, straightening in his seat & quickly plucks the blunt from Sam’s hold. “ i don’t believe any of the shit they ever say. ” inhaling quickly, Jonah perks up a little more as a thought crosses his mind. “ i ever tell you about the time they said my dad sent me to a boot camp in Antarctica ? ”