#oc; astaroth

[kits-ships]

ANOTHER QUIZ BUT WITH MY DEMONS!

PLUS NOW I CALL YOU OUT IN THE QUIZ ITSELF :)

*may be triggering as it mentions various forms of trauma !!!! take heed

[aychama]

I need to see King Kallamar's spouses chilling in the harem

Here ya go! Only 3 of them for now tho <3

[weirdducky17]

𖤐 ℜ𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔬𝔣 ℜ𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔴𝔞𝔩 𖤐

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ

ᴄᴜʟᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴍʙ ᴀᴜ

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Part II

Heya! Hope you enjoy this AU I'm planning! Updates are gonna be slow cause I'm a nursing student so art isn't always gonna be my main focus but I hope you enjoy this!

Things to note about the comic— The first panel was made a while ago compared to the other two! I decided to shift the style of what I wanted to do for what kinda mood I want the comic to have which I decided to go with dramatic lighting ✨

I debated whether or not to redo the first panel to be more like the second and third but settled on keeping it as is to show that i wanted to change it a bit for later! If you notice any missing details, no you saw nothing! 🥲

I'm not used to making comics and my writing style changes from time to time but I hope to practice more with this AU!!

[luxthestrange]

WHB Incorrect quotes#53 Wraith vs Petty-

I PERSONALLY believe with satan if he and You/MC procreate... you're gonna have a daughter...he gives girl daddy vibes...plus that girl with both your anger issues+your sarcasm...UY-

Satan: Kids are Assholes Like My daughter is an asshole-*Sees his drinking buddies laugh*She is, We argue me and my daughter argue...She can't even talk-

Paimon*Snickers getting the popcorn ready*

Gehenna Demons*Gets Comfy wanting to hear their king Rant about his home life*

Satan: She knows a couple of words right? She puts a couple sentences together but it's like every time I tell her SOMETHING, she always gets something to say back- NO MATTER WHAT I SAY SHE ALWAYS GOTTA GIVE ME SOMETHING BACK and it makes me MAD-

Satan: We got into an argument over juice the other day...she came into the room she was like-

Scarlet(4)*Pitter patters to her daddy*Daddy juice!

Satan*Puts his newspaper down*No...You had enough juice, Go get some water

And she looked at she was...

Scarlet(4): DU meGama Tch-Nana wah wah ya ya JUICE*Mimicking Satan annoyingly with a Sassy look*

And i looked at her-

Satan:...WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOUR TALKING TO-SIT YOUR LIL ASS DOWN AND GET THE GODDAMN-

The Whole bar laughs even Zagan is laughing at the faces Satan is making about his daughter going up against the king of Gehenna

Satan: I was so mad..., I was mas because I knew she knew what she was trying to say, She just didn't know how to say it like in her mind...she was like "You albino midget b*tch, Get the juice punk ass daddy!"

Thats is honestly how I would see Scarlet-Untameble hair her dad's eyes your hair...er well Solomon's purple hair that got passed down to us/mc

[riooooooooo]

Mini versions of my BvZ oc's

Jessie

Marie

Ann

Rae

Everett

Keiran

Astaroth

Auriel

Caelus

Zuri

[journey-to-the-attic]

i've been staring at these for too long so i'm just shooing them out the door now. newspaper club demon forms!! (don't look too hard at the wings)

[livelaughlovesubs]

I’m posting so much shit today. Sorry I’m excited about asmo, he’s so pretty~ anyway it’s been a while since I’ve shown my mc, so much that all of you probably forgot about her (me?) she was the one in that Rara drawing I made

[starlitcrows]

storyboard of that one field scene from pride and prejudice (2005) but my thabes fire emblem ocs + concept art doodles

[iidgm]

How does Roxie react to meeting Astaroth (Angel) for the first time?

not well

[kits-ships]

astaroth - he / she [x] sin: pride status: active role: disrupt humans' sense of self-worth rank: third chair on the dark council (under leviathan)

playlist 🎵 voulez-vous - abba i'm gonna win - rob cantor best friend - rex orange county washing machine heart - mitski it took me by surprise - maria mena i’m not a good person - pat the bunny

hi

@stoneshipper@dudefrommywesterns @sunstar-of-the-north@kylars-princess@faerie-circle-ships@raianritz @knightoflove @wyndford-dekarios @strawberrisoulmate @rainbowtvz

[any-v-art]

"𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲..."

[weirdducky17]

Witnesses of the Old Faith!

My versions of the witnesses! Colors corresponding to their old bishops, apparently every single witness is purple so I had to tweak their colors a bit for variance.

Cutest to draw? Bathin. He looks like such a good boy 🥺

Favorite one? Allocer. Strangely enough I grew a soft spot drawing him, I headcanon him being the oldest of the Faiths and Agares as the youngest!

[pinetreespants]

I saw your tiktoks in Focalor Lol do you have any other mini bosses in your au?

Yeah! Lol as of now it's Focalor and Astaroth. He kinda just exists in my notes app rn lol (If I can get my ass back in gear well see more of him later)

But Astaroth is the cults medical assistant for Lucy

[slashrabbitbunny]

Couple sketchbook pages

[candyswirls]

Hello! I'll be honest, I'm not the best writer, so I was curious if you could write the duel between Astaroth and Sanguinius at the Eternity Gate? It happens right before his fight with Angron. Your page says your request are open, but if that's outdated you have my apologies.

Hopefully I did it justice!

The great Angel had expected many feelings for when he saw his son again. He’d heard so many reports and was told what he’d been rendered too.

He expected anger, grief, sadness.

But when he saw him, he felt relieved.

His son was here. He could embrace him, let him know the horror was practically over, that he’d be welcomed back with open arms. He could help turn the tide of war.

But doubt flickered in the back of his mind. His visions…

He furled his wings and rose into the air. Red wings did the same.

His chest ached as he saw the horns, the red tinged skin, and the enraged eyes. He wished it would just be him scolding his child for not wearing a helmet in battle.

“Astaroth!” He called as they swept towards each other. “Please! Come back to me! We don’t have to do this!”

Astaroth did not give any hint to if he’d heard him or even cared. He had his plated blade raised as he rocketed towards his father.

Sanguinius waited a moment, just hoping that things would turn out how he wished them to, then dove just before the blade slashed where he’d been. Flames licked at his backside and feathers.

Astaroth’s screams of rage faded for a moment before slowly growing. His son shot down after him, own wings flaming to aid in overtaking the Angel.

“LIAR!!!” Astaroth shrieked.

He caught up to his father and grabbed ahold of his leg. He flung open his own wings as wide as he could, jolting them out of their descent.

He flung his father back up and launched after him.

As Sanguinius tried to right himself, Astaroth barreled into his abdomen.

The Angel seethed as knife-like feathers jabbed into the weak point of his armor in the back. His son had many weapons at his disposal.

He thought of his revolver for a moment then tucked in his legs and kicked as hard as he could against Astaroth’s chest.

He arched as the chase continued, recalling the many exercises and lessons in maneuvering through the air. How he urged him to be diligent. It had obviously paid off.

Astaroth was faster and came up on his right, slamming into his side. He tried jabbing his sword but the Angel managed to draw his own, blocking it.

Their game of chase of quickly turned into blades sparking. Their blows crackling with fire and flashes of light.

Through the anger on his son’s face he could see tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Please!” Sanguinius begged as Astaroth caught his latest swing. Both wings struggled to keep them balanced. “Come back to me! Don’t make me do this!”

Astaroth’s face softened and hope glimmered within Sanguinius. His grip faltered for a moment and Astaroth grabbed his father’s blade. He ripped it away from him, the daemonic one swinging around during the action and slicing upward.

The Angel seethed as he felt his armor pierced with the slash. He started to fall back, hoping to turn it into an arch but Astaroth was already a step ahead of him, slamming his foot into his father’s chest to send him plummeting further.

As the Primarch tumbled through the air he could see Astaroth keeping up as they drew closer to the ground. This was easy for him. Too easy.

Sanguinius managed to extend his wings to slow himself and lean towards Astaroth. The movement was quick and the two winged beings crashed into each other.

Sanguinius’s own sword was jabbed into his shoulder, threatening to break through the pauldron.

They grappled in the air until the Angel managed to slip his hand around his son’s back to his wings. He knew the spot and of course it was left uncovered under the plates of armor. Always exposed and his son’s downfall in tickle fights when he was younger.

Using it against Astaroth in battle felt like a betrayal of his own but he could not allow himself to die. It could also save his son.

Astaroth lunged his head forward and bit down on his father’s other arm, sharp fangs threatening to get the blood it wanted. His eyes showed no life to them. Just hatred and anger.

He pinched the nerve on the wing as hard as he could.

Astaroth screamed and writhed, letting go of both swords and trying to reach behind to grabbed the Primarch’s hand.

He was about to slam his elbow down to snap bones when Sanguinius somersaulted away. Astaroth screamed in rage, losing more composure and forgetting to grab the daemonic blade at it spun downwards b

Sanguinius let the wind catch and guide him, flapping wings to gain distance. He pulled his own sword from his shoulder and heard Astaroth approaching again. He would not allow Sanguiniud a second chance at that.

The Angel held back tears as it became more apparent that his son was gone. All that was left was this beast. A vessel of bloodlust that wouldn’t be sated. He had to do that which he wanted to avoid. He could not risk the imperium and his own Father.

He spun around, letting Astaroth approach at breaking speed. Had he been more aware, able to channel his anger like before… he’d have known to not come forth.

Astaroth caught him, grabbing the armor upon his chest to rip it off and slash at his hearts.

Flashes of the near two centuries since his son had been born flashed through the Angel’s mind. Hearing of his conquests, trying to help him with the red thirst, his first battle, marksman training, practicing sword play, introducing him to his legion, flying with him, meeting the emperor, the first time he lifted off ground, his first words, his first steps, the first moment he held him after barely being born, learning that he would have another son.

Then with all his might, he swung his sword. The blade sliced through thick sinews and bone.

The head went flying off in another direction while red wings gave out and arms lost grip upon the Angel.

Astaroth’s body plummeted to the ground.

Sanguinius suddenly recalled he needed to keep moving his wings to stay afloat.

He sucked in a deep breath, practically gasping. He shakily used a bit of his tunic to wipe the blood off of his helmet.

He was taking in air… but he couldn’t breathe.

Tears sat patiently behind his eyes. They would not fade. They’d come sooner or later. He couldn’t allow his mind to begin processing what he’d just done, let alone grief and guilt. The roar of his brother Angron echoed throughout the battlefield.

It was not over yet. But how he wished it was. He would have to find the head and body to properly lay his son to rest.

[thewallshaveeyes]

RP doodles. By the way. Inspired by rp and general shenanigans with @micaman949