not devil worshipper

fake news online: *exists*

people: “wow can’t believe Hillary Clinton is a devil worshipper and every celebrity is dead”

The New York Times, BBC, etc: *report accurately on Donald Trump*

same people: “fake news!!!! lying liberal media!”

Donald Trump & co.: blatantly lie, call the lies “alternative facts”

same people: “Donald Trump is telling the truth and all journalists are lying.”

scientists: *present evidence-based data, cite their sources*

same people: “fake!!! lies!!! climate change is a conspiracy theory!”

Types of Satanism
  • LaVeyan Satanism: I am Satan. I am my own god and believe in myself. I believe in my own abilities and power and don't need any spiritual being helping me.
  • Theistic Satanism: Satan is a real entity. I belive in him as Christains do in their Jesus. I am loyal to Satan and will take every challange he gives me. *Some of us believe only in Satan while others believe in both our Satan and the Christain God.
  • Devil Worshippers: I worship everything I find to be evil. I will sacrifice anything or indulge in crimes for Satan, who I belive is the Devil and symbol of evil himself.
  • Luciferianism: I believe in Lucifer. Lucifer is an enlightened and spiritual being, more peacful than Satan. I believe that the world is devided into light and darkness.
  • Demonolators: I believe in and honor actual demons rather than Satan. Thanks to rituals or meditation I can contact demons and ask for their assistance when I need it.
  • Duotheism: I believe that Satan isn't a god, but rather the bible based being who has rebelled against the Creator and forcefully tried to take his throne.
  • Ecletic Satanism: I am none of the above. I have different beliefs from two or more religions and combine them. I have my own non-specific religion.
  • There might be a few other, more specific, types of Satanism I haven't covered. I also might have made mistakes on these so feel free to correct or add on! I did not include Satin Satanism since I couldn't find much information about it, and from what I'm hearing it isn't really a form of Satanism.
Telling People I'm Luciferian
  • Me: So basically my spirituality is about enlightenment and striking a balance between light and dark; yin and yang, so to speak. The arch angel Lucifer is how I see the Divine. That's why I call myself a Luciferian.
  • Person: So... you mean... you worship Satan? Do you like sacrifice animals? Are you like a devil worshipper???
  • Me: ... Yup, that's exactly what I am! Hail Satan! I'm gonna go sacrifice a baby bunny to the Dark Lord right now! All Hail the magic conch!
V is a Devil Worshipper

Do you guys remember when Jumin said that V converted his religion for Rika? What if he didn’t convert to Catholicism? Maybe that’s why he wears that minimalism necklace instead of a cross? Rika is literally the devil, and V gave up his religion to worship her like he so obviously, canonically does.

TL;DR: Rika is the devil.

The film is historically inaccurate and hyper-stylized to the point of unintentional comedy, but there’s actually a perfectly logical reason for these over-the-top directorial choices: The story’s narrator is a Spartan soldier who wants to glorify his country.

From an ancient Spartan point of view, the Persians are evil devil-worshippers who own demon harems. Persia isn’t stronger than Greece because it’s a richer, more unified country, but because it cheats by using dark magic. Even if actual historical records about whether or not the Persians employed bladed were-pigs are a bit spotty.

This hyper-stylized battle scenes make sense, too: We’re seeing a how a battle looks from the perspective of a war-worshipping Spartan. To him, fighting is the most awesome thing ever, and every moment is full of crazy stunts, epic action, and gratuitous slow motion to wring maximum badical from every single gesture. We’re not only watching the most important battle in the history of mankind, but there’s a clear good versus evil split, and the army that gets totally slaughtered somehow wind up being the real winners. You know that kid who loses a playground fight, badly, but still insists to everybody that he won? That’s our narrator.

4 Sixth-Sense-Style Twists You Didn’t Even Realize Happened

4

“You know she’s not a devil worshipper just because she’s into witchy stuff, right?”
“She called me a pity fuck!”
“You are a pity fuck. Seriously. Stop doing this to yourself. Watching you go through this every other week is giving me whiplash.”
“You know me, I always gotta keep heads turning.”
“Yeah, well, this isn’t The Exorcist. My head doesn’t turn 360 degrees. Stop being an idiot.”
“Aw, where’s the fun in that?”
“Y'know, there are people who are concerned for you. I’m concerned for you. If you keep doing this, you’re gonna alienate yourself.”
“That’s the point.”
“We care about you. Lou especially…if that even means anything to you.”
“She shouldn’t.”
“You’re fucking impossible, you know that?”

Bad angel

Originally posted by sugutie

Jimin x Reader 

Smut


It had taken you a while to understand that angels could be bad.

Park Jimin seemingly was the perfect guy – he was sweet and innocent, he was well-mannered, he was a gentleman by all means, which had you fall for him harder everytime you saw him and heard his angelic voice.
What you didn’t know was that Park Jimin actually operated on the dark side. That Park Jimin was a demon in an angel’s disguise.
He could smile cheesily, scrunching his nose, shyly play with the rings on his fingers, laugh his contagious laughter, yet playfully wink at every female that passed by.
Or he could bite his lip, slay thousands of girls with one word when his voice dropped by an octave, he could literally convert a nun to a devil worshipper with his cocky behavior. And the worst thing was that he knew very well what he was doing and what he was capable of, and he enjoyed having the power.
Park Jimin wasn’t the pure boy you’d believed him to be.

And now you stood here, back against the wall, no possibility of escaping, and his fingertips were caressing your cheek and his lips formed that typical smirk that had your breath hitch and the redness rush to your face. “You’ve avoided me lately”, he purred and the sound grumbled deep in his throat, making you shudder, and you desperately tried to become a part of the wall to escape the unbearable torture that was Park Jimin.
His smirk deepened. “Don’t you run from me, babygirl”, he continued and you gasped, eyes blown wide and heartbeat racing in your ears while you tried to not look at his plush, soft lips that were so close to yours, if you only got forward a centimeter…
He closed in and you supressed a whimper at his body being pressed against yours, his hard muscles flush against your soft skin. You felt like fainting due to the lack of oxygen in your lungs but still, he didn’t back up, and you knew he wouldn’t until he had you a shaking, senseless mess on the floor. A mess that would melt into his hands at only one word of his, a mess that would do anything to stay by his side.
He wasn’t the sweet, careful boyfriend that’d giggle when you’d slide your hand into his or when you’d peck him goodbye. Not at all
He was the possessive one, the one that was in charge. He was the type of boyfriend that’d make you choke and stumble if he’d touch your skin, the type of boyfriend that’d play with you and your feelings and make you love it at the same time. The kind of boyfriend every mother warns her daughter of.
And the type of boyfriend every girl wants at some point.
You were lucky to have found him and although he was being like this, you knew he loved you for some stupid reason he neither wanted to admit nor show. He just wanted you to be his, the simple, plain thought of a man, and you were more than willing to stay by his side.
Even when he was barely there, even when he was what you’d call a bad guy, even when he was quick-tempered and passionate in more than one way, even when he was capable of hurting you more than anything.
You had thought you’d fall for an angel at the end of the day.
But you actually had fallen for the devil a long, long time ago.

His deep grumble against your body made you throw your head back and close your eyes in an attempt to get away from him, to escape the intensity of his glare and the smell of his cologne, but you failed miserably. Even without seeing anything, you still felt him surround you and shoving you up against the wall, forcing you to stay still and indulge in his whole being as sinful as it was.
His lips touched your neck and your breath was caught in your throat once again as you felt them form the smirk that should be forbidden in your opinion. He kissed your tingling skin and your muscles tensed up.
“Asshole”, you hissed, the sound coming from your lips along with the tiny hint of a whimper.
His smirk grew. He enjoyed your curses. His voice was deep and amused, ringing in your ears, your favorite sound in the world.
“And you know you love it.”

He bit your neck and a frustrated howl escaped your throat at the pain. “Stop it”, you snapped, your breathy words lacking the sharpness to cause any harm, and he chuckled. “Aren’t we feisty”, he hummed, the tip of his tongue caressing the spot he had attacked so harshly just a second ago. “Don’t make me angry.“ 
You pressed your trembling hands against his chest to make him back up and to your surprise, he tumbled one, two steps back. He frowned at you crossing your arms in front of your chest. "I’m not in the mood”, you announced arrogantly and his eyebrows rose just a tiny bit higher before his lips twitched and curled into a smirk.
“Sure”, he answered dryly, approaching you again. This time your strength couldn’t do anything and within mere seconds, he had you pinned against the wall again. His eyes glistened dangerously. “Don’t you oppose me, babygirl”, he cooed, and while he held your wrists above your head with one hand easily, the other one wandered down your body. His fingertips were barely stroking over your skin, he ignored the sensitive area of your breast whose nippels were erect, hard at his touch, but he went further until he caressed your thighs.

You wobbled, your knees becoming weak as his fingernails scraped along the inside of your legs, so close to your throbbing heat and to the wet fabric of your underwear. Jimin’s smirk grew when he saw you bite your lip to supress the moan that burned in your throat. “Oh, don’t you hold back”, he said sweetly, winking at you. He looked so innocent, but this look vanished as his finger slipped underneath your panties. Instead his smirk deepened and his eyes turned darker when he fondled your hot folds. “Speak up.”
You pressed your eyes shut and whined out when he stroked over your clit, your core throbbing with the sweet pleasure rushing through your veins. In the back of your head, a quiet, stern voice told you to resist Jimin, but then his finger slipped past your entrance and you were lost.

The world was spinning around you as you gasped for air at the sudden stretch of your walls, Jimin’s finger scraping against your inside perfectly. He had mastered giving you pleasure over the months, the curl and the delicious pumping of his finger sending you to nirvana, every thought being blocked by his slow movements.
Only a few seconds after he had entered two more fingers did you realize that the shameless, high-pitched moans and whimpers that sounded through the room were tumbling from your lips and you immediately wanted to muffle them with your hand, bit his tight grip prevented you from moving and you groaned in pure frustration.
His fingers stilled and when you opened your glazed eyes, he stared at you. “Don’t you growl at me”, he demanded and your breath hitched in your throat at his look, his glance burning on your skin and fueling the lust that was boiling in your veins. “S-sorry”, you hiccuped, legs wobbling at the circles his fingers drew inside of you, stretching you wide. “Good girl”, he mumbled, focussed on your expression and the delicate trembling of your limbs. He pressed his body against yours, hearing you gasp, feeling the heat of your body against his, and he groaned at the tight feeling in his pants, his erection pressing against the rough cloth. “Talk to me”, he requested.
You whined out when he pumped in and out of you rapidly, your head spinning and your tongue not able to form coherent words. His movements became more aggressive and you moaned. “Talk to me”, he repeated through gritted teeth, a warning grumble forming in his chest, and you swallowed hastily. “Please”, you got out, a long, high-pitched whimper. “Come on”, your words were slurred but he still understood enough for a smirk to form on his face, “don’t make me wait. I want you!”

He growled in satisfaction. “You shall have me then, babygirl”, he announced, finally letting your wrists go to free himself from his jeans and boxers, quietly sighing at his length being finally in the open. He harshly grabbed your hips, not giving you any time to relax, and pushed himself past your folds.
Your quiet scream was accompanied by his deep grumble, he closed his eyes for a second to get you used to the stretch, then he slammed you against the wall and started bucking his hips into you at the speed he knew you liked the most – hard, fast and rough.
You cried out, reaching out for his shoulders and leaving red stripes on the perfect skin as you clawed his back. He bit his lip. “Slowly, kitten”, he managed to get out without stopping the snap of his hips.
You spiraled down into the dark, feeling nothing apart from Jimin’s heat and hardness, hearing his quiet groans, smelling his intoxicating smell. You weren’t able to talk anymore, but you didn’t have to anyway – his movements were perfect and you felt yourself being pushed over the edge after a few more seconds, letting out a long, wanton whimper as your walls clenched again and again and your juices flowed over him.
Your orgasm was enough to make him cum, too, filling you up to the brim and pulling out right afterwards, sweat glistening on his forehead and his eyes fogged with pleasure. He panted heavily, just as you did as you slid down the wall until you plopped down to the ground, muscles shivering and unable to move.
He smirked when he regained his composure, looking down on your weak body. “Good girl”, he cooed before he knelt down and pecked the tip on your nose – only to get up and put on his jeans again. He took a step backwards but then stood there for a second before he sighed and grabbed a blanket to cover your sweaty body. “Rest a littlebit”, he hummed and made you look up to him with one finger under your chin, his lips brushing against yours for a short moment. Then he raised and left for real, closing the door after he had stepped out of the room.
You sighed deeply and closed your eyes, tiredness flooding your body.

Park Jimin was the worst angel you had ever met.

Reaction (Nu’est): When their girlfriend tells a really bad, cheesy joke

JR: You- “The midget fortune teller who kills his customers is a small medium at large. *laughs* Do you get it oppa? Do you?”

JR- *tries not to laugh, but fails* “That was so bad, why am I laughing?”

Originally posted by yobosaegyo

Minhyun: You- “If you want to catch a squirrel just climb a tree and act like a nut.”

M- “Excuse me, but I think you’re the nut.”

Originally posted by optimusnuest

Ren: You- “The dyslexic devil worshipper sold his soul to Santa.”

R- “I’m sorry, but what?!?”

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Aron: You- “What is Bruce Lee’s favorite drink? Wataaaaah!”

A- “Was that supposed to be funny? I’m way funnier than that.” 

Originally posted by sevnghoon

Baekho: You- “ What does a nosey pepper do? Get jalapeño business.”

B- *thinks it’s a terrible joke, but laughs because of how damn cute you are*

Originally posted by baeko

~AdminC

Life as a Satanist

To be a satanist, one needs very few tools. He does not need to be “saved,” he does not need to accept some fake deity into his heart. To be a satanist, the only tool you need is yourself.

Live your life to the extent of your perception. If you want to work in a cubicle your entire life, so be it. If you want to become a millionaire entrepreneur, so be it. If you want to be a world traveling archeologist, so be it. Satanism does not live on the false principle in doing what a “god” -that was made by man- wants you to do. You do for yourself. You don’t live your life to please others. You don’t live your life to be somebody else. You are a satanist, carve your own path in the Infernum.

We are not all “devil worshippers,” many of us within the Temple of Four Crowns do not believe in any sort of deity. Others believe there are, some believe the earth is our god. The left hand path is an individualistic and experimental path meant to lead you to wherever you wish to be. You are a satanist, so pick up that knife and carve your initials into this Infernum.

Ave, Satanas!

When devil worshippers

speak of love
or that love conquers all
what do they mean?
Do they not have a conscious
for others?
Enlighten me
for I see where
they are coming from
I can see their valid points
However how can we be
on opposite teams?
I feel as I am
on a borderline
face to face with
an invisible line
An invisible line
that keeps yours
and mines
separate

Countdown to Halloween: Day 9 (Snake Charmer)

Ah, I don’t know why but I can’t stop picturing Yoongi having something to do with snakes when it comes to these creepy tales like the Garden of Evil. Anyways, hope you guys are enjoying the countdown! <3

Also, please listen to this (X) while reading this. It will set the mood (also, the youtuber is an amazing musician)

-Admin Kat

 Day 1, Day 2, Day 3,  Day 4,  Day 5, Day 6, Day 7, Day 8Day 10Day 11Day 12, Day 13Day 14, Day 15Day 16

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Originally posted by absinthius

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Types of Satanism

LaVeyan Satanism: I am Satan. I am my own god and believe in myself. I believe in my own abilities and power and don’t need any spiritual being helping me.

Theistic Satanism: Satan is a real entity. I belive in him as Christains do in their Jesus. I am loyal to Satan and will take every challange he gives me. *Some of us believe only in Satan while others believe in both our Satan and the Christain God.

Devil Worshippers: I worship everything I find to be evil. I will sacrifice anything or indulge in crimes for Satan, who I belive is the Devil and symbol of evil himself.

Luciferianism: I believe in Lucifer. Lucifer is an enlightened and spiritual being, more peacful than Satan. I believe that the world is devided into light and darkness.

Demonolators: I believe in and honor actual demons rather than Satan. Thanks to rituals or meditation I can contact demons and ask for their assistance when I need it.

Duotheism: I believe that Satan isn’t a god, but rather the bible based being who has rebelled against the Creator and forcefully tried to take his throne.
Ecletic Satanism: I am none of the above. I have different beliefs from two or more religions and combine them. I have my own non-specific religion.
There might be a few other, more specific, types of Satanism I haven’t covered. I also might have made mistakes on these so feel free to correct or add on! I did not include Satin Satanism since I couldn’t find much information about it, and from what I’m hearing it isn’t really a form of Satanism.

This is just gnna be a quick recap but I had a dream last night, that victorian devil worshippers (the intense kind) were trying to give me food treats so Id join them (possibly as a sacrafice?)

And I was also trying to help a house slave man escape from the big plantation we lived on and I apparently liked him too? But i was more worried about getting him out thru a secret passage.
Oh also I lived with this Gaston lookalike but irl (soon to be my forced husband but i hated him and made fun of him) and he was always creeping and a huge douche but one day he fell off the second floor and broke his legs and I tormented him by running around the house laughing with his food and he would yell at me trying to keep up in his wheelchair and I think i.made him cry lolll. OH I also was wearing diff white dresses which were realistic af in the dream nwn fun times….

Someone new to SM: *walking down the hallway with earbuds*

Jonghyun: Hey, listening to SHINee?

Them: Nah, I’m not a big fan of SHINee actually. Their music sucks.

Jonghyun: …you don’t like SHINee?

Anti-SHINee Devil Worshipper: no?? what are you the SHINee police?

Jonghyun: haha no…ACTUALLY YES *shows badge* FBI!! COME OUT BOYS!!

Onew: *jumps out from behind a wall* FBI!!

Key: *jumps out from behind a bush* FBI!!

Minho: *drops down from the cieling* FBI!!

Temin: *walks over* I couldn’t find a place to hide so I just stood in the corner and waited until it was time to say FBI. So hey, FBI.

Jonghyun: Uh oh looks like we gotta kick Taemin out the FBI!!

Taemin: what? come on I-

Jonghyun: BYE TAEMIN SORRY TAEMIN YOU’RE NOT FBI ANYMORE!