#Left hand of the Divine

[lelianazine]

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[core-augur]

Gay skeletons in space.

They'd rather play chauffer than let their rivals even think about touching the aux. (The chants they're playing are very important for their focus!)

[hbo--spn]

"Also, Sam's a walking dictionary of the occult and esoteric..." - John Winchester’s Journal by Alex Irvine 

[lovesickeros]

☆ love; heretical and divine

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To love a God is heretical. It is an act of blasphemy– it is to drag them down from their throne of hollow gold, to topple the pedestal the worshipers uphold on their shoulders like lambs at the herders heel. It is the act of forcing them to their knees and ripping that beating heart of glorious gold and beautiful, cruel divinity from their chest, so pure it burns.

To love a God is to make them sin. To make them painfully, horribly human.

To love a God is to sin.

The love of a worshiper is no love at all, brilliant in its raw purity, untainted by sin. It is fear and obedience masked by adoration so overpowering it corrupts. It makes the lamb so unquestioning in it's faith it will never question the knife that cuts, the teeth that rip, the claws that tear. If the Creator deemed them unworthy of the very life crafted by their hands, then they must have committed a sin so grave there lay no salvation for their horrid soul.

But she is no worshiper– her lips speak of heresy as easily as she breathes, her words nothing but lies, cold and cruel like the ice that crawls along her skin like webs.

She loves a God like a lover should.

A damned sinner reaching longingly for the heavens.

She loves a God in the subtle brush of their lips, their muffled voices behind closed doors as they indulge in curiosity untamed. She is a sinner through and through, but she feels herself fall further with every brush of her hand across their cheeks, every touch she bestows upon them like a lover. She memorizes the imperfections of their body like memorizing a map– every scar, every mark, every line drawn on their body like a canvas, her touch the brush that stains the pristine white.

No devoted lamb shall ever see the painting they create in these stolen moments– it is for the eyes of a heretic so vile it makes them shudder, their body dirtied by the love of a woman so vile even their divinity is obscured by the ice.

The lambs may be satisfied with fleeting glimpses of gold and empty words from lips that guide them to the jaws of the wolves, but she is not. Her hands crave them like a starving hound, aching to touch that imperfect skin hidden by the veil of gold that obscures the painfully human body beneath. She longs to free them from the golden cage that binds them– to see their wings blot out the sky, their divinity tainted by sin and making them all the more beautiful for it.

It is a longing that leaves a festering wound that cannot heal, will not heal. Even if it could, she would not let it.

For as much as she tries, deny it as she may, she is no better then the blind lambs following the herder who holds a blade in their hand, glittering like gold in the sun, stained by dull red.

She is a fool, and what a fool they make of her with the touch of their hands against her skin– so cold it leaves frost on their fingertips. Yet they do not fear the cold, mapping out every inch of her imperfections, carved into her body by her own hands.

She has always been a heretic, cursing the divine until she could speak no more, but if divinity can be found in them – in this love that consumes, that burns her hands and her lips – then she is a Saint, praying at the altar until her throat bled.

But in the end, she has and will always be a cold woman with hands stained with blood. Until it is all she can taste, until it is all she can smell, until it is all she can feel. These hands of hers, heretical and divine, will bleed the God from their veins– she will become the wolf to their lamb until the rivers of Teyvat run gold with their ichor, until the gold bleeds into red, the taste of their divinity on her tongue.

Until she drags a God from their lofty throne and makes of them a monster.

There is no greater triumph to the heretic then to love a God into sin. To make a God sin to love.

To love is to be human, and they are no God.

Even if she must tear the gold from their very being until all that's left is something human. Even if Teyvat crumbles and decays, even if it begins over and over again..

She will do it again and again, until the gold can bleed no longer. Until her sins grow too great for Teyvat to contain.

To love a God is to devour, and be devoured. An endless cycle of sin that dulls the glow of gold into something new– something horrifying and divine, in it's own right. Something just as horrid as her, just as divinely corrupted by the sins she carries on her shoulders like a trophy, as gold as the sun and as cold as ice.

Divinity, carved into something human by love all consuming, until it all bleeds away and they begin their dance anew, for as many cycles as it takes.

An eternity, if she must, of dooming this world of theirs to fire and decay for a glimpse of the being snared by their golden shackles.

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

That Baldur's Gate 3 cover art with Astarion. But it's Sebille.

[kurithedweeb]

I just learned why Shad hates Irene in canon and knowing what I do now about everyone’s favorite the Matron, I can say with my whole heart,

What the hell, Irene

[wheeble2252]

Smthing I worked on in early May, right around when my carpal tunnel decided to make itself known again

Unrealistic blood and injury

[abyssal-ilk]

posting that sketch yesterday made me remember just how much i love my taashath so i did another doodle <3

[succulentsiren]

When you follow your own path, there’s always going to be people who call you naive, unintelligent or immature since they themselves don’t understand your vision or path. Never let the attempts of doubters deter you from your goals. Stay focused and grounded in your ideas. Sooner than you know, everything you manifested will come into fruition and your success will speak for itself and shut everyone up. The people who were once talking about you, will be asking for your advice and trying to duplicate you.

[beardedhandstoadshark]

I know people like to give Hylia designs a lot of eyes because Christianity™️

But consider instead: Mouths

her statue has only a smile visible

her whole thing is about hearing her voice

Godess Harp + Music

Zelda tends to be capable of telepathic speak in some form

the two games where Links connection to Zelda is important to the plot both put an emphasis on her smiling

her big statues in Skyward Sword straight up mechanically sing

and also: Eyes are Ganon's thing (and by extension Demise)

Also the juxtaposition between the "classic Christian divinity" symbol of eyes on Demise/Ganon and the "classic eldritch being" symbol of mouths on Hylia would be pretty neat

[highpriestess13]

If you’ve been seeing 77/777 this message could be for you!

Now, before I get into this reading… this reading is going to be for a select few! I also want to give caution to this reading as well.. if you are someone who doesn’t like or associate with the left hand path (if you’re not into demons/ demonology) or you may have negative feelings/opinions about it… this reading is NOT for you! And if it’s not for you PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING! (This will NOT be your average reading)

So! This reading was THE most complex reading I’ve ever done! I feel like it’s more of a deity reading rather than a regular collective reading. The being(s) who came through were heavy Lilith, Hekate, Baphomet and possibly Santa Muerte. These 4 beings could be showing up in your life at this time and have been sending MANY signs that they’ve calling out to you and are waiting for you to answer the call! Baphomet definitely is coming out stronger than anything but so is Hekate. You may be seeing signs of them, hearing their name, 777 is definitely confirmation, even when you scroll through social media especially tiktok you may see devotees display pictures of them or post educational information about them. These beings are coming into your life as a positive role model for you they are wanting and willing to offer you guidance, lessons and a different perspective.. the crown (crown chakra) is very important or you’ve been seeing a lot of “👑” symbols which to me symbolizes hierarchy or royalty. But they also offer clear understanding of things when things may feel confusing. They bring certainty when there’s uncertainty. 22/222/33/333 are very significant and they like to things in pairs… idk that’s what came up or this may be a pairing to bring forth a final masterpiece. They’re definitely associated with Halloween or creepy/ dark things are this may be there way of embracing the hidden, the shadow, the mystic and the occult. Very multifaceted being. Like I stated before, it’s not really a reading but more so for you to recognize the patterns you’ve been seeing lately and for you to come to your senses (there words not mine 🤣). “Lively up yourself” a song by Bob Marley has been playing like a broken record in my head so they make like Bob Marley or the message is something to uplift you in some way. (11:01 as I said that too 👀). The theme to the movie Halloween is significant or the movie the Exorcist (or theme song) which is quite interesting because I know Pazuzu was in that movie…. 👀👀! Alright I’m out! lol hope this helped someone!

[lilitdraws]

Kliment Red'ko. Midnight Sun. 1925

[samaelsslave616]

[satanachia666]

“Beelzebub and them that are with him shoot arrows.” 🏹😈

The Pilgrim's Progress by John Bunyan (1678) 🖤

Wikipedia

[reginrokkr]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲?

» Misunderstood villain.

Prepare for an onslaught of both the most dehumanizing and hateful takes, and flood of thirst comments. You are chronically misunderstood. Whether or not you're actually evil is debatable. You may be acting out for revenge, to defend someone you love, or even just to protect yourself. You're a pretty jaded person. You don't trust or even really like most people. Maybe you did at one point. But that part of you is gone, and you don't go a single day without grieving it. You think a lot about what your life could have been. You're stuck in the past. You're angry and maybe you don't even want to be, but this is the only way you can see to survive. You're open, but less in a trusting way and more like a wound. You don't like to let people see you, but the hurt spills out of you before you can stop it. You're impulsive, even as you try hard to plan and prepare. Maybe someday your side of the story will finally be heard. Until then, you can convince yourself that being hated is safer anyway.

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