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jo-harrington · 8 months

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sully from monsters inc 🤓

Hehehe! Oh silly anon...you joke but you don't know how seriously I take this series.

Challenge accepted. Tooth rotting fluff incoming.

Find other Hymns of Heaven here.

And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

May 1984

Eddie couldn't sleep.

He wished that he could; his body wanted to. His eyes were tired from a long day between school, practice, and a date with you. There was a satisfied lethargy in his bones that could only be remedied by a long nights sleep with you in his arms, which he had.

And judging by the snores and little sounds you made in your sleep, you had found that remedy yourself.

But his mind raced.

This was his first time sleeping over at your place--first time over at all--and at first you had been the nervous one.

"It's...ok, not as nice as your place," you told him hesitantly as you put your key into the lock. "But...it's because I pretty much just eat and sleep here..."

"Listen, hey," Eddie placed his hands on your shoulders and pressed a kiss to the back of your head. "I'm not gonna judge unless you have a Madonna poster on your walls or something."

"No," you laughed anxiously.

"It's Tears for Fears, isn't it?"

"Uh..."

"It is," he groaned dramatically. "I thought you were cool sweetheart; I'm gonna have to rescind the girlfriend title until you get some real taste in music."

"It's not that, I promise."

"And besides, if you're only here to sleep, it means the rest of your free time is spent with..." Eddie looked around the space and his laughter immediately died in his chest. "...with me."

You held your hands out to present the small studio, although the way your lips pursed and your nose scrunch, it was obvious that you were embarrassed.

It was...empty.

Not empty as in empty just...it lacked all of the things he expected that made the space yours.

There was an unmade bed with grey sheets and an abundance of pillows, a television that looked old enough that he questioned whether it was color or not, a soft brown velveteen couch and a wooden coffee table with assorted bits of mail stacked on it.

But that was it.

No posters, no stereo or cassettes, no houseplants.

Not even magnets on the fridge in the kitchen.

Eddie didn't know what he envisioned when you first invited him to stay the night. Probably nothing. He was just excited; it was another step in your new relationship. You had already stayed the night at his place and commented how it felt like home, but in a different way than your grandmother's house felt.

You hadn't mentioned your apartment; he figured you just hadn't lived there long enough yet.

He just never expected...this.

"I have...a box of stuff I picked up driving around," you explained. Your voice even echoed a big on the barren walls. "I just...I dunno. I'm never even here to enjoy them. I'll put them up one day, I guess"

You showed him the bathroom where he could get ready for bed--thankfully it looked more lived-in than the rest of the place--and then the two of you sat on the couch for hours as you watched shitty television and fooled around.

The problem started once you were in bed.

It was too quiet.

In the trailer park, there was always noise. The walls were too thin, someone was always coming and going, dogs barking and cats meowing, and, hell, he had been one to contribute to a lot of that noise over the years with his music.

Here, though, it was just...quiet. And the vast emptiness of your little space--not a home, he refused to call it that--amplified every sound that did arise.

He'd almost dozed off the first time your fridge started rumbling, and he'd startled awake. Then some pipes in the wall rattled.

And then...

The closet door creaked.

The little closet--only big enough for your clothes and the little box of knick-knacks you had mentioned earlier--creaked open.

And panic overtook Eddie.

Because the same thing happened the first night he'd started living with Wayne. The bedroom was bare--Wayne had cleared it so Eddie could decorate however he wanted--and that's when it came.

It had been years at this point...years and years...enough time for the memory to become hazy and faded. But instinct never forgot.

The closet door creaking open, the faint breathing...and were those footsteps?

He wrenched his eyes shut and listened.

Those were definitely footsteps, getting closer and closer to the bed.

He could see it, looming over the two of you.

"Eddie?"

Massive clawed paws, vicious fangs, horns, and blue and purple fur.

"Eddie."

The monster in his closet from when he was twelve years old.

"Eddie!" He opened his eyes with a start to find you sitting up, staring at him drowsily. "You ok? You started breathing fast and shaking. Nightmare?"

His eyes darted around the apartment, then right to the closet door that was...closed.

"Y-yeah," he sighed.

Maybe he had fallen asleep...

"I'm sorry." You leant over and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. "I'm gonna get some cookies, cheer you up, hang on."

You vaulted out of bed and crossed into the kitchen to dig in one of the cupboards for a box of E.L. Fudge. Once you were back in bed with him, you dug into the box and handed him a few.

As soon as the chocolate hit his tongue, he sighed.

"No milk?" he joked, feeling a little better. A little lighter. You smacked your hand on his shoulder and laughed.

"My grandma always says that having snacks really late will give you bad dreams," you ignored him and munched on a cookie of your own. "But especially after a bad dream, you need a little something to cheer you up, you know?"

"I've never heard of that before."

"Superstition I guess," you dismissed. "Some old world thing, I don't know where she got it from."

"But you don't believe in it?" Eddie asked.

"I mean, I do a little," you shrugged. "Not enough to stop. Especially...being on the road, I always got a little scared to stay someplace new. So having cookies or something cheered me up.

"I swear my first night here, I dreamt there was a monster in the closet."

Eddie stiffened, cookie halfway to his mouth, and immediately looked back at the closet door.

"The thing is," you continued. "I mean...remember when you asked me about Mothman? All creatures aren't bad...what if there are monsters who live in closets and they just need to scare people in order to live. Like...that's their food. Not you but...your screams or something."

Eddie glanced back at you.

"Or maybe your screams...power their cars," he offered hesitantly. "That would be something cool for a campaign."

"It's all yours." You gave him a weak little salute but beamed. "The point is...I'm sure there are really bad things out there...but some things we just don't understand. You shouldn’t be embarrassed if you’re afraid."

"And if I do get scared," Eddie sighed and leaned forward to press a sweet, chocolate-coated kiss to your lips. "I have my Knight in Keebler-Covered Armor to protect me."

He didn't notice the way you stiffened under his touch.

#aasb #hymns of heaven #Eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson x oc #Eddie munson fluff #as above so below

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isaiahsl · 5 months

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Title: The Hymn of Willie Luck

📕: The Streetlights Are Calling me Home

✍🏾: Isaiah Luck

It’s been 1yr exactly since your passing Dad. 1yr since Glory called you home to paradise. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about you. That I don’t send love your way, and thankfully not a single day I don’t feel that love returned in kind. I love you with all my heart and soul Dad. And with this hymn, your hymn. I honor your spirit and all that comes with the title, “The Man of Steel.”

I Love You Dad, from this world and to the next. Always and forever 🙏🏾🤍👼🏾

#poetry #writersluck #life #writer #creative writing #dad #god #iloveyou #home #heaven #hymn #glory #man of steel

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brokendreamscreation · 15 days

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Lucid in Heaven as he waits to be given his place among the rest of the angels.

#(he was kept a secret for over 6000 years)#iisms: hymns #iisms: heavens light #Spotify

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davidjjoseph · 28 days

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A note from hell

Oh Lord God up high Dissolve away my heart’s fears In hot summer rains

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hacash · 3 months

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had ideas for two (two, freaking TWO!!) seperate book ideas off the back of watching The Terror - not particularly ice-shenanigans-related, just ideas about exploring 19th century colonialism and survivor's guilt and stolen identities - while I'm still here working on an absolute ball-buster of an OG trilogy and another separate book, none of which are any closer to completion

please, I'm begging, someone take my brain away from me

#writers' problems #the terror #i'm no longer practicing but one of the best church sermons I ever heard was a minister saying the idea of 'eternal worship' in heaven #shouldn't be taken to mean unending hymns etc because for some people that's awful #but about people being creative and loving and spending their time doing the things that bring them fulfilment #anyway it's no longer my theology but this is a roundabout way of saying that i hope that's what the afterlife is #so i can finally find time to **write all of this freaking stuff**

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fellstcr · 3 months

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SONGS FOR BYLETH / @bardicwine / no longer accepting ! ↳ 🎧 + 6 : a song that represents my muse's world view

||. I was honestly a little bit surprised by just how many people asked no.6, but then I remembered that Byleth's world view is fairly complex, given how she changes between routes. For context, my particular Byleth is from the blue lions route, specifically the middle of its "war phase". So, I think we'll start there.

For those who don't know, by the time the war breaks out for Byleth, she's lost a lot of the stability she was just beginning to really understand for herself. Friends she'd made in her students scattered, then reconvened, but for them five years had passed, and for her it had been but an instant. The crux of the Blue Lions house, Dimitri, has gone absolutely mad, and by the canon point I've taken Byleth from, he's been mad for about four in-game months straight. This is not counting the time he'd been mad during the five years he had survived on his own.

Needless to say that Byleth and the rest of the blue lions house felt a little downtrodden. Their troops were low on resources and scrambling to put up a defensive front against the Empire, their own morale was wavering due to Dimitri's impulsive actions and insatiable desire for revenge... And for Byleth, that meant everyone was looking to her to make a miracle. Win the war, keep them all alive, and most importantly: break through Dimitri's madness long enough to get their friend back.

This was... in short, an overwhelming time for her. She never really gets time to regain her bearings in that way, save for her former students and Byleth all feeling the same way. There was a solace in that, and more than anything else, Byleth believes in Dimitri. He helped her grow into herself and, in her mind, showed her, and taught her how to feel, to live, and to be something like 'human'.

I think the best song to describe the dour tone but persistent hope in Byleth is the song MAKE ME BELIEVE by The EverLove

(Lyrics and spotify under cut)

Dance with me into the darkness where the light cannot follow where the spirits are broken And their hearts are all hollow I believe that there is courage but it's burning like ash in the wind and I'm broken to pieces begging to be whole again When the world falls apart and the sky starts to fall When I'm lost in the dark and I'm risking it all When I look to the skies and I fall to my knees will you give me a sign? Will you make me, make me believe?

There's more, obviously, but if the youtube link doesn't work and you prefer spotify:

#⚔️ ooc. / mun.#⚔️ ask. / trade secrets.#⚔️ queue. / how long do you intend to sleep...?#⚔️ music. / hymns to the heavens.#late meme is late #Spotify

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bookofjudith · 2 years

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I ain’t the sharpest chisel your hands have ever held… but darlin I could love you well…til the roll is called on high… I’ve seen my share in trouble and I’ve held my weight in shame…but I’m baptized in your name… my lovely lady may…….

#baptised in your name I’m literally killing myself #this plus ‘hand in mine like a heaven-sent hymn’ from my completely areligious SO makes me insane if I think ab it too long #lady may #tyler childers

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holyfated · 7 months

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@biskael: 💭

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 💭 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝚨 𝐓𝚮𝐎𝐔𝐆𝚮𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝚮𝚨𝐒 𝚮𝚨𝐃 𝚨𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.

HIS METHODS IN PUNISHMENT AND TORTURE IS AMAZING. Truly inspiring and makes me want to bring him to the church so he can see my own work. I am positive he would like a tour with his partner!

#biskael #✞. in character. ➛ deceiver of the damned.#✞. ask. ➛ hymns for the holy.#✞. au i. [ bleach. ] ➛ heaven is full; i'm heading straight to hell.#[ besti please come over with your husband ill make whatever you hunt uwu ]

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decapodparty · 1 year

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personal headcanon that cas thought the rodents of the cretaceous era would be the ones to survive the meteor but when they died he sulked for so long he didn't come around until like the year 900

#cas wasnt smiting the cities of sinners he was listening to his emo hymns in the divine halls of heaven #spn #originals

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marcus-comics · 1 year

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My webcomic

Hey guys, if you like my art and what I’m doing, you should check out my webcomic which I just started uploading here on tumbler @heavenshymncomic and the blog site -> https://www.tumblr.com/heavenshymncomic

Heaven’s Hymn is a dream project of mine and I’m so excited to be sharing it with you! I’ve finished a lot of pages, so there will be pretty consistent updates for a while! It is a High fantasy adventure in the sky, so if you like knights, dragons, pirates, magic and intrigue, you should check it out. Heck, even if you don’t like those things check it out!

#art #heavens hymn #webcomic #web comics #web comic #fantasy #fantasy art #High Fantasy #medieval fantasy #drawing #dragon #knight #pirate #ship

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jo-harrington · 7 months

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Dearest, wonderfulst of them all. I'm coming in here with a monster tucked under my arm.

The Manticore. Please. It's one of my favourite beasts.

<3 <3 <3 for you.

Somna!!! Ok this one I was noodling for a while because I was like “ok. Ren faire ren faire ren faire.” And it was gonna be really special and a little grandiose (I was feeling a type of way with the end of summer.)

But the thing about Eddie and this OC (or Reader character if you’re not reading the series) is that they find heaven in the most simple places together. They find it in each other.

So I hope you enjoy this one. It's not big angsty, it's just a little soft silly thing. Big kisses for you my love.

Find Hymns of Heaven here.

And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

August 1984

“So what are we looking for again?”

“Rick's birthday is coming up so anything Green Bay Packers—”

“Ew.”

“—and maybe some flannels for Wayne. How about you?”

“Maybe some books. Some records for the both of us?"

"No Van Halen though."

"I swear to God," you muttered under your breath. "I mention them one time."

"Hot for Teacher is a bullshit song and you know it," Eddie grinned mischievously as he slammed the door of the van shut.

He knew just what it took to get under your skin sometimes; pick at the tiniest throwaway thing you'd say and turn it into a whole to-do. Keep pushing and pushing until you tried to tell him off because then he'd get to emphasize "but you love me" until your hard stare turned soft and you'd agree because...you did.

You did love him. Loved him for all the good things and the bad; loved him because he was an idiot.

He was your idiot. Proudly.

Today, though, was not about mischief.

You were both on a mission.

You'd driven all the way up to Fort Wayne for the Allen County Flea Market at the Fairgrounds. It was a once-a-month event where hundred of people brought their prized possessions, their antiques, and their trash to try and offload it for as much cash as possible. And he had plenty to spare, after he'd made his appearance at all of the end-of-summer parties that had been thrown by everyone of college-going-age in the tri-county area.

So why not have a little day out, treat the most important people in his life to something nice, if...a little worn. Worn was ok.

He was a little worn too. So were you. And Wayne and Rick. His friends. He'd never felt such a sense of belonging as he did with all of you. All sorts of pieces that seemingly didn't fit together or belong...that had been patched together to create something epic. Unstoppable.

His family.

After perusing a few booths together, you parted ways to hunt for your own treasures, and he greedily accepted the soft farewell kisses you pressed to his lips.

One, and then another for the road, and a third for good luck.

He prompted it, but it was typically your saying as you stole a few smooches before you left him for the night or for work, and hearing him say it made you beam brightly.

It made him glow from deep within.

Once you were out of sight, he clapped his hands and let destiny take him where it would.

Got a couple things for himself and Wayne, enough that he could convince his uncle that they didn't need to go back to school shopping for much of anything outside of the obvious pens, pencils, and notebooks from Kmart. No new shoes or shirts.

He could keep the that overtime pay from the plant tucked away for a rainy day, or maybe fix the heater on his car that he'd been hemming and hawing about since February.

He even found Wayne a sturdy denim jacket with a suede collar that, he was sure, would be perfect once the cool weather rolled in.

He got Rick's birthday gift and continued to peruse the booths along his path, finding a few useful items along the way: a coil of guitar strings still in the packaging, a set of cooking knives that might have been chipped and dull but still probably more useful to cut vegetables with than the set of steak knives that were tucked away in a kitchen drawer back home, and a plan black sweatshirt with some moth holes that could, realistically, be saved by some strategically placed band patches.

He had been contemplating whether he was willing to endure your wrath if he surprised you with a copy of Women and Children First from a pile of old vinyls--

A grander gesture would be to convince the guys to add Could This Be Magic to the setlist of Corroded Coffin 2.0's first outing at the Hideout. Jeff could test his mettle on acoustic and Eddie could dedicate the song to you.

--when he found the jackpot.

It was a dusty book with worn edges, title on the front cover printed in a heavy gothic script and embossed with gold foil.

A Modern Bestiary for the 20th Century by Professor Hellen Magnus and Doctor Pellinore Warthrop

Eddie's hand shot to it immediately, intrigued, and he spent a good few minutes flipping through the pages. He vibrated as he went page by page, eyes scanning over one creature or another.

Harpies and gargoyles and sea serpents.

He thought of all the Hellfire sessions that would benefit from this book. It really felt like an ancient tome with all of the scientific diagrams and breakdowns of each creature's skeleton, brief summaries of associated myths, and place of origin. References to other books that he made a mental note to ask about at the library.

And then, right in the center of the book, there was a fold out spread that featured a full color illustration of a Manticore.

His favorite.

He'd seen it in a book about heraldry once upon a time when he created a Munson Family Crest for the Middle Ages unit in 6th Grade History. And he'd been obsessed ever since.

The ultimate protector and most dangerous foe with the head of a human and the body of a lion, and a venomous scorpion tail. Symbolizing undefinable strength and power. So it was funny, how he had been thinking of the way his family was patched together earlier when this was waiting for him just hours ahead.

Fate was funny that way.

And funnier still...when he drew his eyes across the page once again and saw, scribbled in the corner in...colored pencil or crayon...he couldn't say for sure...was your name.

"No..." he squinted and pulled the page closer to his face. "Can't be."

It was a child's handwriting for sure, wobbly and unsure, but that was you.

For a second, Eddie didn't even...consider the implications of this being your book or how the book ending up here of all places. Stranger things had happened. Fate worked inn mysterious ways and all that.

He just felt...triumphant.

"Finally I'll get a leg up on you sweetheart," he said as he dug into his pockets for the cash to buy the book. "No more telling me about mysterious monsters and creatures. I'll know more than you soon enough."

You found Eddie sitting in the back of the van after you finished your shopping, the tote bag that you had the foresight to bring with you overflowing with books and records and even a rolled up poster that you were sure he'd like for his bedroom. His legs were crossed and he was flipping through the pages of a book that vaguely looked familiar to you.

"So, success?" you began to announce your presence. Eddie jumped a bit, startled and he shoved the book off to the side. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion. "What? Is that like...some like...weird book with sex positions in it or something? Studying to surprise me later or..."

"No! Well...studying yes, but not...I mean if you wanna..." he trailed off and raised his eyebrows suggestively. You slapped the back of your hand against his arm and laughed. "No, it's just this really interesting book I found. I'll tell you all about it on the drive back."

"Ok," you marveled at his enthusiasm. "I can't wait to hear all about it."

You dumped your bags in the back and slammed the doors shut as Eddie did his typical gentleman's act by racing around to open the passenger's door for you.

He bowed deeply and kissed the back of your hand, luxuriating in your giggles.

You wouldn't be laughing for long.

Once he was settled behind the wheel and he was sure of the directions back to Hawkins, he got the most devious look on his face. Positively devilish. His head dropped lazily to his shoulder and he dragged his eyes from the road to look at you.

"So, sweetheart, angel, cheese on my burger, love of my life," he buttered you up. "Tell me what you know...about The Manticore."

#aasb #as above so below #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #hymns of heaven

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heavenshymncomic · 11 months

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