#~mother - destroyer~

[petulant-plants]

I’ve convinced myself Will, Katherine, and Elizabeth all had different fathers and tangentially I’ve convinced myself of why.

Eleanor, with her sister dead, knows she’s the last of the Blood of the Lady and knows it’s her duty to bear new Blood to continue the fight, especially with Simon so close on her heels. So she decides it’s time for a classic one night stand, no need to get attached to man who could never understand her circumstances. And success she’s pregnant and can continue her line!

But oh no. Something is not right about this pregnancy, Will himself speculates that it could have been unnatural in some way. Something gives it away. Eleanor knew who Will was going to be before he was born, tried to end her pregnancy too late, and then tried to kill him but failed because, well, he’s hers, he came from her and now that he’s a real baby in the real world and she didn’t birth a two headed, five handed demon, she can’t bring herself to kill a baby. Cause that’s what he is. Not a demon, not a king, a child. And so she ended up raising him.

But okay, she’s 99.99999% sure she just gave birth to the equivalent of the antichrist, and even though she can’t kill him she still wants to be able to thwart him in the theoretical future. So she gets cracking on baby number 2 with a new man this time, it’s not like she would’ve been able to find the first one if she tried. What are the odds that a person can give birth to the antichrist twice? Minimal, since he’s already here alive and well.

This second time goes smoothly, fantastically, much better than the birth/exorcism/ancient ritual that was the first one. And in Eleanor’s arms rests a normal baby girl, and she can relax about giving birth to two antichrists.

Some fuzzing in the years between but Katherine has been sent away and she decides she needs another kid. And why wouldn’t she? Her own sister got killed, so what if something, god forbid, ever happened to Katherine? There would be no one to carry the line, no one to stop the Dark King, who is currently sat on the living room floor making the paper figurines he drew fight each other. She’ll need to burn those later.

And so comes man number three. It’s been strange and lonely and paranoia inducing to be a single mother on the run, but she’s in wayyy to deep to bring another person into this mess. And with man number three comes child 3. And once again, there’s no dark omens, no stretching shadows, no horrifying pregnancy scares, just a normal baby girl once again. Success. 2/3 ain’t bad on “did you give birth to The Dark King” odds.

And Will, so young, so curious, just wants to take a look, wants to understand, wants to feel connected to who he rightfully assumes will be joining their strange, paranoid little family, but as soon as he gets close he’s ripped away from Elizabeth. Eleanor is afraid he will taint her in some way, maybe even kill her. He’s never done anything like that, but she can’t trust him. There’s something in his eyes she can’t trust, no matter how young or innocent.

[tinycatdrawsstuff]

hmmmm,,, should this be a sticker sheet?? a discord emoji set ??? who knows, idk how to make either LMAOOO

[floralcavern]

Every once in a while, I remember that demons are more scared of Mary than they are of Jesus and I can’t help but smile

[wonder-worker]

people really do not know what they're talking about when it comes to Elizabeth Woodville's social status, huh?

[mrbondz]

Me wondering what's in those cases during Ahsoka episode 6*

[age736]

redoing some old character tags 'cause im indecisive and like how simple they are.

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

❝ Show me your scars. ❞

Her tone was as demanding as always. Zariel had shrunk herself down to a more approachable size, though she was still the imposing, massive winged, draconic archdevil instead of her cunning and less apparent disguise of the albino drow.

The Archduchess stood there, white blazing eyes burning themselves into Karlach's body. Her faithful soldier was soaked in the blood of a group of demons she had taken out mere moments prior. No new wounds this time. Yet Zariel still longed to see the way the Blood War had marked her favourite, little attack dog. Most of the gashes and cuts should have healed by now, anyway.

SCARS RP MEME

Karlach knew there was no choice. No slither of a chance of being able to retort back - let alone run. She had been neutered. Stripped away of everything but her seething, blistering rancor. It was her bitter disdain that kept her going. Kept her fighting and hoping for another day that she could dream of the sun and sky.

So, she removed her over-top as requested. The stink of cambion blood, much like rotten fish, remained on her skin almost like a medal. Most of her body was scattered with ribbons of healed skin. Both of burns and slices. Karlach refused to look Zariel in the eye - it was easier this way.

Keep your head down. Bark on command. Heel. Stay. Attack. Be a good dog... Be a good soldier. Wait... Be patient. Her time will come. It had to...

[notyetgolden]

She also grants moksha. She is the goddess of wealth, enlightenment, beauty, wisdom, spirituality, happiness, luck, victory, knowledge, marriage, prosperity, fertility, kingdoms and more.

She is considered acharyaa by many vaishnavs because only by her grace and approval one can attain Vaikunth.

[honeyhpd]

you want to call me hostile? okay i can handle it. because guess what; not being hostile towards that fuckwit actually feels like a moral failing on my part. if anyone wants to criticize my actions i would invite people to see what is happening as a consequence of his own actions.

[light-wrath-paradise]

This manga is so depressing I feel like I'm dying more and more with every page but it also drops some banger reaction images

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

The water enveloped her like a secure, heavy blanket. Steam rolled off each ripple and stroked along Karlach's skin that remained above water like a lovers touch. For once, it was steam that wasn't accompanied by the stink of death or the choke of smoke. It had been so long since she had a real bath... She had began to forget what water even felt like.

Karlach wanted to slip further down, to lose herself in the water completely. To submerge even her head and to close her eyes for just a moment. To enjoy a world without Avernus - even if it was just one under the water and behind her eyelids. But even that wasn't wise. One; it meant her guard was completely down and she was vulnerable. Two; the vents in her shoulder especially would be flooded and she would spew her own steam for some time - alongside the uncomfortable feeling that came with her engine flooding. If she could avoid another check-up with the engineer, she would...

The tiefling had her head down and rigid in its stillness, but her eyes glanced out the corner as Zariel exposed herself and submerged herself as well. It was easy for forget what such a creature looked like under the armour and carnage.

As her Lord relaxed into the waters - for a fleeting moment, she looked like any other person. Ignoring the missing arm and the size, she looked like a normal person enjoying the spa... It seemed so unnatural, despite it being the closest thing to humanity Karlach had seen down here.

Karlach didn't flinch anymore at the gaze, just slowly lowered her own. Nor did she recoil at the touch. Despite her hatred for devils and Zariel especially for what had happened to her - being touched after so long of avoiding and refusing it... It was a mixture of relief and disgust battling it out in her stomach. She let her head be shifted to an angle Zariel preferred and held her stare for a moment.

It wasn't the battle she cared for, but her own vulnerability. But she wasn't about to expose that.

"I worry more about how exposed we are... The demons may not know this place, but other devils might." Karlach felt her stomach twist violently, fear creeping through every vein at not just the laugh, but at her mistake. "But if you say we are safe, then I believe it." She quickly corrected, trying to move things on - more of a report than a conversation. "General Sylthar reported evidence that a Maws of Yeenoghu devouring stranglers on the east side. A party is being assembled to track it down. S-Should I not be going with them?"

According to myths, long before the Blood War had ravaged and torn up the land, Asmodeus had created Avernus not to be a blistering hot and scorched battlefield but a luscious garden. A temptation for those who might find themselves in the first layer of hell. A place, which was supposed to keep you entrapped and unable to leave.

Now, countless generations of fiends and demons later, most of that luscious and tantalising beauty was gone. However, some parts of this garden had survived in the form of the deep, clear, steaming springs. Bel had done nothing with them, too focused on his own machinations. And while Zariel was often too blood-soaked and up in gore to think of rest, a trace of her celestial heritage made her seek out those springs and claim them as her own. They were guarded more powerfully than most locations in Avernus, for their water might as well be liquid gold, given how valuable its properties were.

Karlach seemed speechless, appropriately so. Her champion had experienced nothing but bloodshed and the violence of the battlefield ever since she had recovered from her operation. Such a luxury, represented by a moment of peace, must be a foreign concept. Yet even now, Karlach knew who owned her, and like the tin soldier doing the same movements when wired up, she quickly disrobed and prepared to climb into the spring, only using a towel to cover herself up. Not that it would do much. Zariel knew her little property intimately - every scar, every burn, even the size of her breasts.

Due to the fact that she only had one functioning hand, Zariel had to get a bit creative when it came to removing her armour. Because the archdevil trusted nobody, not even her children, she always summoned a simulacrum to do the cumbersome work for her. Unlike her preferred disguise of a drow, this creature was nothing but a sheet of blinding white light, faceless, featureless, swift in its work and disappearing as quickly as it had emerged.

The towering solar stepped into the water of the spring and sank into it next to Karlach. Unlike her champion, she had no concept of modesty, wearing her nakedness almost as a brazen promise and threat. Zariel was leaner than Karlach, though she packed more muscle mass than her daughter Mizora. Especially, her sides, legs and shoulders were strongly developed. Her skin gleamed like polished alabaster and showed no scar, even though she took just as bad wounds as any of her barbarians. The only taint upon her body was the missing hand and parts of her lower arm, which were usually covered up by her flail. The area where her arm ended abruptly was the only part of her which showed scarring as if something had clamped down upon it and then torn it off.

Zariel's hum was a low rumbling sound, more akin to the breathing of a sleeping dragon than the contented sigh of a person. For a short moment, much like Karlach, the Lord of the First relaxed in the spring, her head tipped backwards and those blazing eyes closed. Her hands rested upon her knees, softly tapping upon the scales. For a short moment, Zariel seemed to be in her own world, however brief. As Karlach spoke, her eye opened a bare slit and that same scalding and burning gaze focussed back on her champion.

"You are worried", Zariel remarked instead of reacting to the compliment in any way. "You do not believe that we can allow ourselves this brief moment of respite. I admire your conviction to battle, Karlach." Her hand caressed the tiefling's cheek, and her thumb lifted her chin like she was inspecting an obedient dog, which had learned to stay put during sit. "It is why you are my champion. Yet you do not have to fret, child. While we are resting, my generals keep the frontline supplied and strong. They know better than to let the demons win any ground when I am not present." A dark chuckle, which dropped into the pit of Karlach's stomach as heavy as a rock. "I would know either way."

[readytofangirl]

Ever think about Percabeth parallels

Perseus , the destroyer, will shake the earth with power inherited from his father.

Annabeth, the architect, will rebuild upon the wreckage with wisdom beyond her mother’s.

In this essay, I will…

[yelsapo]

Babe, I know you don't like talking about the mystery surrounding your birth mother's identity or the fact that you can spontaneously summon snow, but we have to discuss your stalker, Sutekh the Destroyer. He's really throwing off my groove.

[gildui]

"All right, love?"

"Simon, the fuck is this?"

"Wanted a pet, yeah?"

"A pet, yeah. This?" A pathetic thing. A bundle of fur covered in dirt and grime and stunk up the flat worse than the dead mouse from a month ago. "This is no bloody pet!"

He'd come home from a deployment with a shit-eating grin across his unmasked face — a rarity, truly — his away bag slung over one of his broad (lovely) shoulders, and a bundle of something wrapped up in an old shirt in his arms.

You should have known better. Should have known because when the pile yowled a sound akin to an eldritch horror and Simon had the audacity to laugh—a deep, low sound that would have you on your knees if it weren't at your expense— you nearly socked the man in the face.

It uncurled itself from the sopping ball that Simon had lain across the floor between your socked feet and Simon's steel-toe boots. Shiny boots too, aye? He could keep his boots clean yet couldn't remember to rinse the sink of his little pokey blonde hairs after a shave?!

God, it was insufferable. Man disappears for weeks to months, then reappears like nothing just happened? No 'hi' or 'hello' or 'how are you?'—

The thing yowls again, sending you skyrocketing across your living room to use the sofa as a buffer between you and the thing whilst Simon's antagonizing laugh rings through.

You're gonna kill him, you determine.

"When I said a bloody pet, Simon," your voice is biting, reminding the bloke in front of you of all times his mother had whelped at him for his own little spin on directions. "I meant a dog, or- or- a cat. Fucking 'ell, a fish would do!"

"What's wrong with it?" Simon deadpans with a raised eyebrow, those dark brown eyes filled with mirth as one of his booted foot slides the few inches in front of him and prods at the bundle of wet material and fur. The action causes another horror-like screech to erupt from it and the situation repeats itself once more.

Though, this time, you perhaps scream alongside it because the nudge from Simon's boot causes the thing to propel its tiny body forward, spearing towards the couch.

And unfortunately, you.

A few hours later, after multiple baths—yours unwillingly, his as payback, and the thing required at least two before your eyes stopped watering—the two of you determine that it was indeed a cat.

To which, Simon promptly named the thing “cat.” And you scowled whilst renaming it “satan.”

Congratulations on your new pet:

Cuppa Cat Satan Kentucky Bourbon the III, Destroyer of Sanities and Ankles.

[stellarsecrets86]

Astro Observations 7:

Darkest placements in the birth chart

Readings Are Open. Here

(There are souls that don't just live—they survive, devour, and then rise from their graves.But some of them are touched by the Sun, others molded from shadow, and if any of those parts belong to your soul, no easy life should be your calling. You came to this earth for something a little bit hard, unsmiling, untouched, and all raw.You don't feel. You drown, you burn, you erupt-you consume. And if you learn to control your darkness, the world won't know what hit it.)

☉ Pluto conjunct Sun: Very tired of this transformation game, no? But let me give you two choices, one the younger you where people were mean to you, bullying you just for existing, other one the current you where devil won't even dare to look into your eyes. Which one will you choose? You aren't soft. You were birthed into fire, forced to survive it, and now you wield it like a blade. People fear you because they should. You don't just walk into a room-you change its gravity. You don't break, you don't bend. When you fall, you rise stronger, sharper. You are death and rebirth wrapped in skin.

☽ Lilith conjunction Moon: Darkness follows you, but it does not define you. You were never supposed to be fragile. You were supposed to be raw and primitive, a force of nature. You feel hard, love hard, exist unapologetically. They can say you are difficult, too much, too wild. They fear what they cannot control, and they will never control you. Mother's wound is deep. Female love feels conditional.

☽ Pluto opposite Moon: Your emotions are war zones. You feel it all, like an intensity that would decimate another's soul. Love is a war zone, trust a gamble, safety an illusion. People want to tame you, drown your depths in shallow waters. People will try to tame you, to drown your depths in shallow waters. Don't let them. Your emotions are your power, your fire, your truth.

☽ Saturn square Moon: You weren't nurtured, you were tested. You learned early that love had conditions, and warmth was something you earned, not an entitlement. Yet, you're steel wrapped in flesh, every wound a layer of armor, so you won't need any saving. You are the fortress, the survivor, the one who keeps standing long after all the rest fell.

♀ Medusa opposite Venus - You're feared for the thing that makes you beautiful. You're desired, possessive, and yet untamed. They'll seek to tame the thing about you that has become a gift to them-a strength-into a curse. You were never intended to be soft. You were intended to be powerful.

♂ Mars conjunct Pluto: There's war in your bones. Rage like a storm, power like a reckoning. People feel you before they see you. You don't ask for control-you take it. You don't seek destruction-but when you burn, there is nothing left but ash. Be careful with your fire; not everyone is built to survive it.

☉ Medusa conjunct Sun : Betrayed, exiled, and feared, you have lived the life of a villain in other people's stories without doing anything and you were crucified for being alive. Well, they only sharpened you, made you stronger. And now you're a legend. A force which will never be forgotten.

☉ Lilith conjunct Sun: They tried to silence you, to mold you, to break you. But you are untamed, ungovernable. A wildfire disguised as a person. You don't just take up space-you command it. Your existence alone is an act of defiance. Let them fear you. Let them whisper. You were never meant to belong, you were meant to lead.

♆ Neptune opposition Pluto: Your soul is ancient, stretched between illusion and revelation. You are the priest and the heretic, the mystic and the destroyer. People underestimate you, thinking you are lost in dreams. But you see through them. You see through everything. You are the keeper of secrets, the destroyer of lies.

♂ Lucifer conjunct Mars: Against all, you rebelled in heaven and forged your own paths. The arrogance appears to those who never know the fire, the hunger, or need to be something else entirely other than a mere follower-yourselves the leader, a revolution in action.

♀ VENUS SQUARE PLUTO: Love is not soft. It is hunger, an obsession to devour. You don't need to connect-you need to own, completely submit. Your love will change or it will destroy. You attract the broken and dangerous, those who see your fire and believe they can contain it. They can't.

♂ Mars opposite Saturn: An animal caged. A chained soldier. The hunger to fight is there, the power to break free, but something is holding you down- authority, karma, fate. Yet, it's patience that became your weapon. You weren't meant to have small fights in the first place. By the time you explode, this is for something far bigger-some world-shaking event.

♀ PERSEPHONE CONJUNCT PLUTO: You have been taken by the darkness, shaped by it, but you did not become it. You are both the queen and the captive, the innocent and the ruler. You walk between two worlds, and you hold the power of both.

☿ Mercury square Pluto: Your words don't just cut, they eviscerate. You see through people, their lies, their fears, their weaknesses. You don't waste time on small talk because you know that the truth is always buried beneath the surface. Be careful, your words can either heal or destroy. There is no in-between.

☽ Hekate conjunct Moon : You dream in prophecy. You feel the shift of energies before they materialize. You are the guide, the torchbearer, the one who sees what others refuse to acknowledge. The unknown is your home, and darkness does not make you afraid.

☉ URANUS OPPOSITE SUN: Lightning in human form. Born to break the system down, tear down walls, and be that disruption no one saw coming. The people say you're a rebel, but only because they cannot control you. You don't take the path; you make your own. And when the world catches up? You're already gone.

♀ NESSUS SQUARE VENUS: Love is entangled in the karmic cuts, echoes of betrayal, and obsession for you. You attract the ones who covet your light yet cannot retain it and those teaching you about pain before teaching love. But man, when you break free.you'll know a love nobody's gonna be able to take from you.

☽ Chiron square Moon: Pain is your mother tongue. You learned suffering before you learned love. But in your scars, something is divine. You are the healer, the guide, the one who walks through hell and comes back with maps. You were meant to hurt-but you were also meant to transcend.

☉ Nemesis opp Sun: You are karma incarnate. A reckoning. The one who unmasks the false kings, corrupt rulers, those who build empires on lies. Some will fear you. Others will worship you. But all will know you.

♄ Saturn conjunct Pluto: Power built from ruin. You know struggle, oppression, the weight of expectation. You have been forced to carry burdens that were never yours. But your strength is absolute. You don't just endure-you dominate. You are the architect of your own empire, built from the ashes of every battle you've survived.

☿ Hekate conjunct Mercury: You carry the voices of the dead, the whispers of the unseen. A mind crossroads between worlds. Drawn to what's unknown and mysteries that others fear. Trust your intuition; it has never been wrong.

[If you possess these aspects, you are not average. You are not created to play small. Your darkness is your sword. Use it.]

🪱🦂

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

Karlach's eyes seemed to shudder within their sockets as they cascaded down the page that floated before her. She was born with the ability to read and speak in Infernal - as all tieflings are. Her vision blurred violently so she could only recall certain words.

'Ownership' 'Experimental purposes' 'Trade' 'Eternity'

Each one seemed to etch itself into her soul. The familiar signature of one Enver Gortash stained the bottom. Whatever energy she harnessed from her uncontrolled rage was used in one sweep of her hand. Karlach made an attempt to grab the contract, to tear at it with her teeth - but it vanished as soon as it appeared. Smoke wrapped around her fingers in jest.

"No! NO!" Karlach screamed out. A furor stirred violently inside her, and in her manic desperation she lost all sense of reason and desire to survive. "LET ME GO! FUCKING LET ME GO NOW! I'LL KILL HIM! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL TEAR DOWN EVERYTHING IN MY FUCKING-!"

All her frenzy froze over as Zariel clutched at her jaw. It was almost spell-like, how quickly her anger was quashed by this unbelievable beast of a deity. It seemed the tomes Karlach was forced to read as a child were true... Gods really were fearsome to peer upon. And right now, what was Zariel to Karlach than a God?

"Y-You can't..." Karlach shook viciously, a mixture of adrenaline and sudden melancholy. "I-I did...nothing wrong..." She pushed her words past Zariel's fingers, past her locked jaw. Why was she being punished... She did nothing wrong...

When Zariel stepped back to place the cutlery before her, the tiefling slumped back as a last ditch effort to defy her. Karlach stared down at the pulsating organ, still squirting blood droplets on occasion. The nausea was overwhelming, but there was nothing left to vomit. Shuddering, she brought a knife to hand. She had eaten animal hearts before in desperate times... That's what this was, right? An animal heart. A test. She had to think that way or she would cave into madness.

Gods it kept moving... It kept pulsating. Fuck, she could hear it! Thum-thump. Thum-thump. THUMTHUMPTHUMTHUMPTHUMTHUMP-

With one swift movement, she drove the knife through the heart. She had to make it stop - please just STOP! Tears continued to flow freely down her cheeks. The knife went through like butter and eventually...silence. It stopped moving. Karlach felt like she had lost something dear to her, and so the tears didn't cease as she sliced down the offal.

The expression on Karlach's face was familiar. If Zariel did not have a heart of molten lava, she might have almost felt pity. Betrayal was a special kind of torture. It hurt in ways direct pain done by your worst enemies never did. It stayed in your mind for longer. Often, it felt like it never left. Worst of all, betrayal could spur a reaction, which usually took way longer to be provoked by other means of pain and hurt. Betrayal or the loss of a loved one made your mind and soul scream for vengeance.

Right now, the hunger for vengeance connected Zariel and Karlach with an air of understanding. However, even then the scorned Celestial did not let this sense of connection foster for too long. Any connection, which she had not crafted herself through the use of your own base desires, was a lie. Addictions crafted the one type of bond she could control. The fact that if Zariel were to bother with a little bit of empathy and properly direct Karlach's desire for vengeance at the right target, Karlach would have given her the loyalty of the other Tiefling with more security did not even cross her mind.

Karlach's rage somehow made her look worse in her post-surgery state. Red foam bubbled in the corners of her mouth. Her teeth were bared in a grimace of hatred and anger. Their gaze met after Zariel had revealed that she owned Karlach. The rage was palpable in the air. Lesser beings might have shrunk away from that fury, but Zariel's face was as unreadable as the deepest pond. However, she understood all too well that this rage was aimed at her this time, not at Gortasch.

Zariel repeated calmly as if speaking to a very young child: "I own you. Gortasch sold your body, your very existence to me in an infernal deal. By contractual obligation, you are mine! The sooner you accept this, the easier things will be for you."

As if to underline her words, she waved a hand downwards, and under a spiral of flames and smoke, a contract manifested in mid-air, hovering above Karlach. Scarlet letters were etched upon glowing, golden paper. Most of the contract had been written in infernal; however, for a brief moment, Karlach's name flashed in common across the page. Gortasch's signature at the bottom corner of the page glowed like branding.

The imp gave a furious chatter of indignation as Karlach leaned over and vomited on the floor beside the operation desk. Her vomit containing a mixture of oil and blood proved that her mechanical heart functioned as it should. Zariel looked at the imp briefly and nodded towards the exit. The little devil flew away. Only then did Zariel turn to look at Karlach again. Her furrowed brows showed that she had heard her insulting words, even if she had not reacted immediately.

Her pale white hand grabbed Karlach by the jaw. "Eat", she reiterated in a tone which allowed no argument, "Or I will wrench out your jaw, cut that heart of yours into slices and force them down your throat. I will make sure you swallow every single one. So, what is it going to be?" She placed a fork and knife beside the pulsing and beating heart. "Will you eat it yourself? Or must I feed you like an infant?"