#【 ☓ 】 ❙ HELLS OKAYEST DADS. ❙《 damnedrainbows. 》࿏

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[ woe, my art be upon ye

adeline morningstar, daughter of alastor and lucifer 😌 she has natural curls like alastor, goat ears from luci & a tail that cannot retract lol. spooky radio demon shadow powers, and others she hasn't yet discovered 👀

specifically the daughter of my al and @damnedrainbows lucifer <3 though i may use her in other verses if anyone would ever want ! ]

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x @damnedrainbows

Smack. The book makes a comical sound as it makes contact with his head, slides off, and slams down onto the floor. All the while he's stood holding the bundle of flowers, completely unaffected. It is not the first time his face has fell victim to being a book target. It will likely not be the last.

Someone—beat him to it?

❝ Aha. ❞ It's incredible how Alastor can make a laugh sound so entirely without humor. ❝ Who. ❞ That is decidedly not a happy tone, not at all, especially not with the added effect of his eyes threatening to bleed to black.

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@damnedrainbows

Alastor manifests from shadow behind Lucifer, leaning over his shoulder to speak directly in his ear. Not entirely necessary, but when your honest intention is to frighten, well, that's another story!

❝ Do you know what the worst time you could invite someone to a dinner party is? ❞

He straightens his back, looking absolutely delighted.

❝ Their time of death! ❞

Cue the canned laugh track, his own shoulders shaking with mirth.

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He kicks him hard in the ass lovingly. ❤️

And to think he'd simply been minding his business, having knelt down to straighten the ends of his pants over the tops of his shoes.

A startling blast of static permeates the air before he whirls around, seizing Lucifer by the foot with a strained smile. If he cannot stand one-legged and falls, that is no one's fault other than his own.

❝ If you'd like my attention, it would serve you well to just ask. ❞

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“Alastor would you love me if I was a worm?” (lucifer fndkfndf)

He's . . confused.

❝ You can turn into a snake, can you not? Close enough—I suppose the answer is yes, though I do hope this isn't something permanent for you. ❞

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Charlie has been stalking from the shadows and she grins evilly as she sights her target, deer dad. Happy Chewsday bitch.

She leaps, crossing the room and jumping and attaching to his back like a monkey. She’s munching away at his ears and growling as she tugs about like a puppy.

He knew she was there all along—truthfully her stalking skills need some work, something he's willing to help with if she'd like—not to mention he's ensured the likes of him would be virtually impossible to sneak upon. But he plays along, if for no other reason than the fact he's a little prideful of the way she'd been slithering along in the shadow. Perhaps it isn't too late for a little bit of himself to rub off on her!

He laughs, somehow both an innocent, gleeful sound and a menacing one all at once. Tendrils of shadow rise from his back and pry her off, holding her at his mercy to return the ( playful ) bite to her arm.

Would you look at that, he didn't even draw blood or rip away holding flesh in his maw this time!

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“Al. Al.” He’s wearing a pair of antlers, which he waves invitingly. “You wanna…wanna sword fight?” It doesn’t occur to him that Alastor might not get the euphemism in it and think he’s being legit.

❝ While I find your getup mildly offensive, ❞ Alastor begins, gaze flicking up and down in a look best described as judgmental, ❝ I'll humor you if only for the fact . . . I've been waiting for this moment. ❞ His voice drops to something sensual, romantic, a hand reaching up to cup Lucifer's cheek.

And then his microphone appears in his unoccupied hand, a sickly green glow surrounding the staff and turning the blunt end into something much sharper. Which he immediately swings at him full force.

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Tiny little hands reach and cover Alastor’s eyes, a soft growl given from the tiny tick on his shoulders as her little fangs tug and gnaw his ear with a growl. “Tiny hands! Your only weakness!” she declares in a battle cry.

❝ Oh dear, who told you? I'll have to have their head! ❞ is Alastor's playful response, temporarily blinded by the little palms placed over his eyes. He reaches behind himself, plucking the little insect up by her handkerchief.

He plops her down in front of him, teeth bared, shadows rising behind him. It would look rather intimidating to one who didn't know that he's simply engaging in play.

❝ AND WHAT WILL YOU DO WHEN YOU HAVE NO HANDS TO SPEAK OF..? ❞

A friendly threat to rip her arms off. A shadowy tendril snakes around to impishly poke at her sides.

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Lucifer snaps his fingers at him. “You, pants. Off. Now.”

❝ .... ❞

WHAP. The microphone end of his staff meets the top of Lucifer's head, hard enough to leave a dent in his silly little hat. Not even his head covering is enough to spare him from the brunt of the blow, however. Make no mistake: Alastor was sure to put enough force behind it in the hopes it would knock some sense into his skull.

And then he wordlessly turns and walks away.

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[ tag dump 2 ]

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It's Chewsday, so....he bites his ass. Hard, and just holds on like a dog with a chew toy.

Reclining on his stomach for any level of relaxation is a dangerous game to play around this man, for reasons unknown to him. Alastor bleats in surprise at the sudden sharp pin-prick of teeth where he'd really rather them not be, suddenly between being embarrassed at the undignified sound he'd just let slip through his teeth or the fact it'd startled him at all.

❝ If your intention is to add a hole in the shape of yourself in our walls, then I'm pleased to tell you you're halfway there ! Odd interior decoration choice, dearest. ❞ That is a threat that he is going to kick him at any given moment now.

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Lucifer just gonna bite that tush.

Is this the punishment he receives for simply wanting to lounge on his stomach? Can a man not read a book in peace? Honestly.

His tail flicks, visible without the coat on, as he gives Lucifer a look over his shoulder that quite frankly reads unimpressed.

Alastor rolls over, then, crawling overtop of his lover in a way that nearly appears threatening. He reaches forward, gently and tenderly tucking hair behind his little goat's ear . . .

The ear that he leans forward and bites hard enough for Lucifer's blood to rush between his teeth and onto his tongue.

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❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜ (luci lmao)

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Alastor's jaw sets, the edges of his mouth twitching into something that more resembles a snarl than his signature grin. It's subtle, though he's sure Lucifer has come to recognize when he's irritated by now.

❝ Ah—ha ha. At least part of that must be true, ❞ he sniffs, leaning onto his staff and subsequently right into Lucifer's face, mere inches away. Their noses are touching.

❝ Since I choose to spend most of my time with you. ❞

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x @damnedrainbows

❝ Charlie. ❞

The man's sudden appearance as well as his clipped tone were nothing less than threatening. He's decidedly unhappy about something, and whatever it is has something to do with the Princess of Hell.

❝ You wouldn't have happened to have something to do with this, would you? ❞

He shoves his phone in her face, the phone he'd never wanted, by the way, he could thank both Morningstars for shoving it in his hands—

On the screen is a text...with an absolutely heinous autocorrect mistake that he'd sent to the entire hotel.