#The Destroyr

[ase-trollplays]

Oh boy do I have a bunch of those!

The Vengeful, Roseia Primer, was sold into slavery as a kid and thrown into The Pit, where slaves are forced to fight to the death by their masters. The Pit was liberated and recruited to fight against the empire during The Summoner's rebellion, and she was known for tearing highbloods limb from limb. She was killed in battle after taking out The Vocalist.

The Betrayer, Versli Dorzuh, was raised as a highblood's pet and prized possession for her "exotic" mutations. Her master was murdered in a coup, freeing her. However, having never had to be independent before, she was taken in by a rebel cell and taught how to take care of herself. However, the second she was offered her old life back, she leapt at the chance and made her way infiltrating and selling out rebel cells to the empire. She was killed when she outlived her usefulness.

The Destroy'r, Percus Octahv, was a troll with incredibly powerful psionics that created destructive sonic blasts when she vocalized. Fearful of her powers, she had her vocal cords removed so they could never be used again. However, when she got forcefully conscripted by the fleet, they restored her voice with artificial vocal cords. Amazed by the destructive potential of her psionics, she was converted into a living war machine that's still in use to this day.

The Nameless Hivemaid known only as Shiaka was a slave who accidentally killed her master and went on the run, where she was captured by The Volatile Playrite. He was enamored with her to a violent degree and forced her into an abusive relationship with him. He eventually had her assassinated, and her poltergeist haunted him until he went mad.

The Venomous Assassin, Najash Relion, was an assassin who specialized in killing her victims using poisons, toxins, and venoms. She was hired by The Volatile Playrite to murder his Hivemaid. However, instead of paying her, he framed her for the murder of an heiress. In order to flee execution, she became The Shameful Wanderer and fled society. She came upon a reclusive empath and oracle with whom she spent the rest of her sweeps as matesprits.

The Imposter Neophyte, Cautia Rohsco, was a cobalt whose moirail was kidnapped and sold into slavery. In order to track him down and bring his kidnapper to justice, she posed as a teal to become a legislacerator. When she was discovered, she fought tooth and nail to be allowed to keep her position, which she was eventually granted. She died of assassination in her last sweeps having never found or avenged her moirail.

The Serenade/Silenced Vocalist, Audora Schiek, was the ringleader of the Choir of Angels Carnival who fought on the side of the empire during The Summoner's rebellion. Her voodoos were channeled through her talking and singing and allowed her to manipulate the minds and emotions of her victims. She was stabbed in her vocal cords during an encounter with The Vengeful in battle. She survived but was rendered mute. She left her carnival in shame and currently lives a quiet isolated life off world.

Their Unshaken Devotion, Praerr Mahsda, was the right-hand woman to The Vocalist and her matesprit in all but name. She abandoned her personhood and lived as nothing more than a weapon of execution and torture. Her chucklevoodoo filled anyone who met her gaze with overwhelming terror, usually to the point of having a heart attack. She killed The Vengeful after she successfully attacked The Vocalist, who left her in charge of her carnival after her departure. Their Devotion led the carnival until her death, when she allowed it to disband after refusing to name a successor.

The Shadowed Seawitch, Ursula Luftir, was a powerful mage specializing in umbramancy. She was a purple-violet cusp, essentially a land dwelling purple (though legally she was violet). She his her status as a cusp and joined a carnival, but eventually her secret was discovered and she was slated to be executed. A literal deal with a demon saw her carnival slaughtered with her as the only survivor. She eventually began to worship the god of knowledge and pain, but after centuries of failings and micro aggressions, the god killed her and exterminated her bloodline.

The Deserter, Gamora Descur, was an extremely highly decorated general and achieved the highest rank just short of working directly under the empress herself. She was stationed on Alternia temporarily but crashed high in the mountains with her communications destroyed. Soon after, a terrible transformation due to an Eldritch curse on her bloodline took place, and she nearly wiped out an entire settlement in the mountains. A planet-wide search took place over ten sweeps, and when she was never found she was assumed to have deserted and had her legacy destroyed. She died of natural causes after raising her descendant Hannah.

The Defeated Princess, Tyrana Serbie, was one of countless heiresses who faced the empress for the throne and was killed in battle.

everyone must show me and tell me about your female ancestors in the reblogs. its very important

[asksintheapartment]

mhm just- don’t look up what it means ^^” -ca

oh ttechno tels me abuot greek mytholgy stuf all tje time i thinkhe said it meant destroyr?

[weird-things-to-think]

Ah yes, villifeye. Or iz it villyfi? Aniwaay, dis word iz sumthing real spechul. It'z like when you tak sumone whoz super nice, lik a kitty kat or a soft teddy beer, and you say to dem: "No, u iz bad, u iz EVIL!!" and den evryone beleevs you.

So, lemme tel u. Wen u villify sumone, ur like teling all ur frends that this persun iz basicly worse than 3-day-old pizza wit anchovys. 🍕 They cud hav done nuttin wrong, but u just shout: “LOOK, ITZ THEIR FAULT!” and den suddnly peepol r all mad at them. 😡

Like, u know how ur cat knockz stuff off da tabel? 🐱 If u villify da cat, u say, "Oh no, dat cat iz DESTROYR of worlds!" when reelly it just wanted to see wut happins when it pushes ur phone off the edge.

But ya know, villifying iz not alwayz fair. Sumtimes itz just mean peepol tryin to maik udder peepol look bad. Cuz, let's be honest, villifyin iz lyke putting too much ketchup on ur fries—it makes evrything taste bad, even the gud stuff.

So, don’t go villifying unless ur ready to clean up the mess. Trust me, vilifying iz messy. Just ask my cat. 🐾

[lil-kissy]

/ trying to control Chaos

What could possibly go wrong

ASF, Get rekt Pist gettin bottle trapped and then destroyred

[dvnities-a]

chaos for @destroyrs​

it   was   the   door.   the   fucking   door.   all   he   had   to   do   was   walk   through   the   super   obvious   unlocked   door   to   get   into   mAgIc   UnIvErsItY.   but   it   was   never   that   easy,   no,   because   the   world   (   vera   )   had   decided   that   for   some   reason   it   was   SO   much   better   for   him   to   launch   himself   into   a   wall   exactly   thirteen   and   a   half   times   trying   to   get   into   a   place   he   was   going   purely   out   of   the   (   mutual   benefit   )   KINDNESS   of   his   heart.   rubbing   his   arm   as   it   slowly   heals   again,   he   half   walks   half   stumbles   through   the   door   with   a   small   groan.   eyes   narrow   and   he   glances   around   as   the   world   transforms   around   him,   everything   quickly   settling   into   place.    “      what   the   fu   —      ”      looking   in   front   of   him   upon   sensing   another   he   cuts   himself   off,      “      .   .   .   margo   ?!   is   that   you   ?   what   are   you   doing   here   ?      ”   

[jaszczurolud]

Another of my GODZILLA

[noro-noro-noro]

dys experimenting with making a human body shape to transform into, ft a very slight change to my coloring style!

[rogue-barnes-16]

RUSSIAN ROULETTE (Destroyer fic)

Request: just watched Destroyr too nd I'm thirsty for a fic nd saw you're taking requests from it. Can you do a fic where chris goes undercover with the reader instead with erin and when the Russian Roulette shit happens the reader does something to stop it nd chris confronts her later or smthng || idk it's a messy request sorry. || Pls make it anon??? || lol srry XOXO

Pairing: Chris x reader (Destroyer)

Genre: angsty (?) idk how to describe it

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Warnings: not actual spoilers (that's a warning), tension, makeout, language

A/N: first of, I feel like I should make this clear again THIS DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS BUT IT IS BASED ON A PART OF A SCENE OF THE MOVIE. Also, DAMN I enjoyed writing this. Also, it soothed the pain caused by the movie (thanks Nicole Kidman, you lovely human being, for destroying my heart). Anyway, enjoy <3.

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

I lay down on the sofa, giving Chris a brief glance to check on him. A while ago, I could have just asked him since all the party noise would have covered our voices, but it all had gotten really quiet.

People had slowly left, and in the house there were just a few people left. Silas, sitting on the armchair; Petra and that other girl, checking their messed up makeup in the mirror; Toby, playing some random video game; Chris, sat right behind Toby, and Arturo, who was coming my way in the moment.

"look what I found" he shook the pack of beers on his right hand, a mischievous grin on his face.

"reinforcements" I extended my hand for him to give me one. "nice, I needed it" I opened the one he gave me and took a sip.

When Arturo made a hesitant attempt to sit besides me, I moved my leg for him to have more room. "looking gorgeous today, Y/n" he said, half cuddling me.

Arturo was kind of pinning over me, I knew it. I sometimes, if I was in a playful mood, would lead him on. He knew I 'was with Chris' —even though we weren't actually together—, so there was nothing else apart from teasing and light flirting.

Chris, however, to pretend, most of the times would play the jealous boyfriend card, but right now he was distracted.

There was someone who was noticing it, though. Silas had his eyes on us, and, if I only had noticed it before, I would have stopped.

But I hadn't.

I jumped at the loud thud that sounded right besides me. When I turned to it, I saw a small gun on the floor.

"Arturo" Silas called the boy besides him. He tilted his head to the gun with a sick smile on his face. "let's see if your time has come?"

The room, now silent, was filled with anxiety and tension.

I tried playing it cool, but the fear in my eyes gave me away. I knew I was being too obvious when Chris decided to intervene.

"fuck it, Arturo" he said carelessly, not looking at anyone, but at the joint he had just rolled. "don't do it" he added, lighting up the joint before giving it a puff.

"it's none of your business Chris" Chris replied at Silas' statement with a gesture of indifference while he let out the smoke. "C'mon Arturo, grow a pair. Don't wanna play?"

I knew things were about to get worse than expected when Arturo got up and grabbed the gun from the floor.

"there he goes" Silas commented, letting out a dark chuckle. "c'mon, come here and look at me in the eye."

I stole a glance at Chris, who was subtly staring at me with almost unnoticeable nervousness in his eyes.

"Wait" all of them turned to me. "he doesn't wanna do it." before Silas could protest, I gave him a knowing smirk "doesn't have what it takes"

"sweetheart, it's done" Silas made himself more comfortable before looking at Arturo again. "someone gotta play now, so go ahead"

I wasn't going to allow that to happen.

"I wanna play." I stated, standing up. "and I definitely got what it takes" I made my way to then, noticing how Chris' breath hitched, making him swallow the smoke and causing him to cough. "c'mon give me the gun"

Arturo gave me the gun, not before looking at Silas for approval. "Okay sweetheart" the man sitting before me let out a chuckle. "same rules. Gun against your head and eyes on me"

"Silas, c'mon" Petra, who had stayed silent until then, spoke with a trembling voice. "don't- babe, let's drop it."

"Nope, babydoll" the man replied. "c'mon Y/n, make the roulette spin, will you?" it took me a second, but I managed to made the cylinder spin without looking at it. "atta girl."

"baby, quit it" I heard Chris voice, but I didn't really listen to it. "leave it, c'mon" I took a deep, shaky breath, and, when I felt my eyes watering, I pulled the trigger. "Y/n!"

Nothing happened.

I exhaled, tossing the gun to the floor and shutting my eyes. "Y/n, sweetheart, you're nuts." Silas started to laugh, giving me a surprised look. "it was loaded. You can't let people tell you what to do like that" everyone started to chuckle lightly too.

"it has three bullets inside" I turned to Chris, who was holding the gun with the cylinder open. "holy fuck" he managed to feign a laugh and I exited the room, feeling my whole body shaking.

"Chris, go get your crazy girl" Silas said, not able to stop laughing. "go and fuck, she'll calm down!"

I heard heavy steps behind me before a large hand grabbed my forearm, dragging me into a dark room. "what were you thinking" Chris hissed, shutting the door. "what the fucking hell, Y/n?"

"he-" I chewed my lip harsh enough to draw blood, while my back rested against the wall. "there was three bullets, you said it yourself. I knew there was a trick."

"so what?!" he hit the wall besides me, taking a shaky breath "it was damn obvious there was a fucking trick. That's not a reason for you to play the Russian fucking Roulette"

"what if he had killed himself?" I asked, hugging myself in a vain attempt to refrain my goosebumps.

"better him than you"

"Silas gave him the gun because of me. 'cause he was flirting with me" I explained "I didn't want his death in my conscience" I replied, gripping my forearms.

"yeah? Well I didn't want a bullet in your fucking skull and I almost got it" he bit back, choking on the last few words. "do something like that again and you're out"

"you can't fucking do that" I stated. "we're undercover, you can't make me leave."

"fuckin' bet, baby" he growled, trying to pass by me and open the door. He couldn't, though since I put myself between him and the door. "move your ass out of my way, Y/n"

"you really wanted one of the criminals we're chasing to get killed?"

"I swear to fucking God Y/n-"

"Tell me" I shoved him back for him to get away from the door "that you wouldn't have done something like that if you thought it was the right thing to do" when he, instead of replying, growled under his breath with his eyes on the ceiling, I repeated, "fuckin' tell me you wouldn't-"

We heard the door's lock clicking open and I panicked, afraid someone might have heard us.

"fuck"

I took a glance at the door, which was being opened.

"shit" When I turned to Chris again, I barely had time to process that he, with his hands gripping my hips, was backing me against the wall before hurriedly crashing his lips against mines.

"Hey guys- Okay" Toby stood there, holding onto the door frame, for a long minute, watching us making out. "they're fine!" he yelled, turning back to the room where everyone was. "I think they're gonna fuck!- sorry for the interruption, I'll give you some... Privacy"

With that, the door closed again and we were left alone in the dark. It was only when we were sure we were safe, that Chris let go of me.

We stood close to each other, breathing heavily. From my current angle, the moonlight made the tears in his face gleam.

Those tears that I didn't even know were there. Those tears that kept running down his cheeks nonstop.

"what are you fucking looking..."

He went silent when my arms wrapped around him, gripping the back of his jacket with both of my hands.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry" I whispered. "but I don't regret it. It was the right thing to do. Arturo didn't deserve that shit, you know it"

"you didn't either" he circled my hips, pulling me flush against him, like I was going to banish. "Goddammit, Y/n. You didn't either" he muffled a brief sob by burying his face deep into the crook of my neck. "God fucking damnit."

"nothing happened, Chris" I mumbled in a shaky breath, bringing him impossibly closer to me. "I'm fine"

"you scared the shit out of me" he muttered under his breath, letting himself rest against me. "I was so fucking terrified-"

"we're alright" I whispered, pulling away to wipe his tears.

After a beat of silence, he leaned on me an planted a tender, careful kiss on my lips. And it was easy to tell that this one wasn't feigned. This one had Chris' actual feelings on it.

"what was that?" I muttered, slightly confused.

"two weeks deep into this and you already put your life on the line three times" he explained with his jaw clenched. "I'll better come clean 'bout my feelings before you do something stupid and get yourself killed." I nodded, not really knowing what to say. "you... Don't have to- we can just keep pretending, it's fine with me" he cleared his throat, fidgeting with the hem of my jacket. "but, just in case, I needed you to know"

I nodded again without letting any word escape my lips. He waited for an answer that didn't come, and after a few seconds, he cleared his throat again and walked to the bed.

I frowned at him sitting on it. "we should wait a bit." he explained "they think we're fucking so-"

"it's gonna make it more complicated" I blurted out, half wining because, damn, I wanted to be with him. To actually be with him.

"why?" he questioned, resting his elbows over his thighs. "because we'll get too attached? Because we'll get hurt if something happens to the other?"

Those questions made me angry because they were, in fact, the reasons I was going to give him. Now that he had said them out loud, I realized they were stupid reasons.

We were already too attached to each other. We would get hurt anyway if something happened to one another.

"Y/n, I need you to say something"

I walked to him, sat on his lap, and caressed both of his cheeks with my hands. "Okay. Let's do this" I replied, pulling him into a kiss that was, by no means, meant to be rough, but ended up being it.

"Listen" he pulled away for an instant to take off his jacket and mine. "don't you fucking dare to play the Russian Roulette ever again."

"Okay" I pulled the tee off my body and tossed it to the floor. "I won't"

"promise you won't do anything stupid" he demanded, leaning to kiss my jaw, just to pull away to throw his shirt besides mine.

"I promise"

"Good" he cupped my cheeks, bringing me closer to kiss my lips. "cause I'm not sure if I'll be able to stay undercover if something happens to your reckless ass"

[shreyamistry]

welp! inviting your twin brother to join the pussy destroyrs isn’t the weirdest thing to happen in this book I guess lmao

[doriangraywinter]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Kuhl Soft Shell Destroyr Hiking Pants Women's 6 Short.

[ase-trollplays]

World building: Cacoph

B A S I C S

full name: Cacoph Octahv

gender: Cis male

sexuality: Panromantic Demisexual

pronouns: he/him/his

O T H E R S

family: Batdad, The Destroyr

birthplace: Suburban cavern

job: Freelance mechanic and repair troll

phobias: Being made into a war machine

guilty pleasures: Dancing

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Neutral Good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: Extrovert

organized/disorganized: Organized

close minded/open-minded: Open-minded

calm/anxious: Calm

disagreeable/agreeable: Agreeable

cautious/reckless: Cautious

patient/impatient: Patient

outspoken/reserved: Reserved

leader/follower: Follower

empathetic/unemphatic: Empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: Optimistic

traditional/modern: Modern

hard-working/lazy: Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp:

ot3:

brotp: Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil

notp:

[theganjadigest]

Out fishing when I realized I forgot my pipe, and I had no papers, who else has been in similar situations?

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[goldenscar]

doflamingo ( @advocateofheaven​ ) says ...

No one can hide from The Spanish Inquisition Donquixote Doflamingo. Zoro will have a cake divebombing him and his napping place. Let’s see him slice that up.

                    finally able to settle back against the railings of the sunny, easing himself into the breezy weather and falling asleep easily unsuspecting of the fresh, cakey hell that awaits him within the next few seconds ---

[inhumansforever]

Do you think iso will destroy the machine? and if so, how do you think the cloud would be destroyred? Also, how do you imagine Medusa and the royals will escpe limbo?

Yes.  I imagine the X-Men will eventually destroy the Terrigen Cloud, but not quite yet.  I see Iso destroying Forge’s machine by using her powers to overload the pressure gages, causing some sort of critical system failure or some other science-the-tech type deal.  

I don’t know how Medusa and the others are going to escape Limbo.  I’ve never seen Lockjaw teleport across dimensional plains, but I suppose it’s possible.  Elldrac or Dewoz are other possible means of escape... or maybe Magik will somehow be forced to bring them back.  

Guess we’ll have to wait and see...

what do you all think is going to happen? 

[blogovision]

(via Sinnerman : 12. TR/ST - Destroyrer 1 | 2010-2019: 12. Mount Kimbie - Crooks & Lovers link)