#he is cranky boy

[poorgirlinpoorworld]

Crunky boy want something to bite

[keejot-arts]

how far we’ve come

[fyllophobia]

think fast! surprise trust fall

[aro-in-danyl]

Alastor as a "Gift from God" AU

Inspired by the TV Show Lucifer. I could not get this idea out of my head so into the tumblr void it goes.

Edit: PART 2 up now.

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Sera could count on one hand the number of times the Almighty personally called for her. And every single one before was the precursor to some disaster or threat.

She was confused when she was beckoned past the throne room, away from the meeting rooms, and into the Almighty's workshop. There was no dust or cobwebs for God would not allow it, but it was known among the higher-ups that The Almighty had not had the motivation for creation in eons.

"The screams of the damned awoke me today," God's many hands reached out from their ineffable form to grasp jars and potions of dubious origins.

Sera stiffened. "I thought you could not see into Lucifer's domain."

She had not dared to think she could hide the First Extermination from The Almighty's gaze but she'd hoped she have more time.

"Never before today have souls perished a second time." God collected more vials and instruments that Sera could not for the life of her understand the purpose of.

"Such fear," and they sounded sad, "over the birth of one child."

The Anti-Christ, Lucifer's daughter was more than just a simple baby. Her parents had hidden her for decades, but the change in their attitude was noticeable even before her existence was made known to heaven. Lucifer again grew bolder and more fanatical with his ideas and Lilith-

If they'd only known sooner.

Silence passed as God worked. Sera kept her head bowed so she could not see what was being created. But they did not demand she stop the exterminations, and that was enough for her to finally raise her head and peak at The Almighty's first creation in centuries.

A soul. Or what would become one soon enough.

Her curiosity finally broke through. "You have not crafted a soul by hand since-" She cut herself off. No need to push her luck.

"This soul is a gift." They said. And they began to spin the soul threads together, "They will be an equal. Unchanging. Dynamic. Static. Chaotic." With every word a new thread merged with the steadily-brightening soul.

"A defender. An assailant...An Avenger."

With the final word of God, the soul was finished. But, barring the confusion of all those conflicting traits, Sera was caught up on the first sentence of this new soul's purpose.

"A gift to who?"

God did not answer. But that left her with another more pressing question.

"The creation of a new soul is a breath-taking experience to witness," she began carefully, "But why have you called me here?"

In answer, God reached behind themselves to a corner that Sera had not paid attention to and pulled out the tip of a spear. One from Adam's exorcists.

She tensed as God held it up to the fragile new soul. Angelic steel was crafted solely to bring death to the damned. To souls. Was this her punishment? To bear witness to the creation of life, of potential goodness, only to watch it be snuffed out before it even had a chance?

God pressed the spear to the soul, "Your Exorcists should take heed," the spear stabbed into the soul and Sera couldn't help but cry out in despair. But the soul did not whither or fade. She watched as the spear tip was catapulted away at lightning speed, burying itself in the wall across from them.

"And avoid his attention."

[hanaaishi]

SETH JARVIS Utah vs. Hurricanes - 2.8.2025

[raiiny-bay]

sleepy morning with the boys

[tylerpitlicktruther]

HE’S JUST A BABY HE DOESN’T RECOGNIZE HIS OWN SIZE HE DOESN’T KNOW BETTER 😭😭

but..he’s also a cranky oneee 😅🍼💥

[padawansuggest]

Shaak: Oh, youngling, sure are far up there, huh?

Cadet: *stuck in a rafter in the Jedi temple the first time off Kamino* I’m stuck!

Colt: Just jump, Master Ti Will catch you, cadet.

Cadet: *looks at Colt with squinty suspicion* hmm. No.

Shaak: Are you sure, my dove? You can always trust me to catch you, just like before the war ended.

Cadet: Oh I’m not scared of falling.

Shaak: What /are/ you scared of, youngling?

Cadet: …Commander Colt’s time out face. That’s his time out face.

Colt: It is, sharp eye. Come down and you’ll get a little lay down with the littluns in the creche.

Cadet: ???? A lay down?!?! I’m not a tubie!

Colt: You’d be right at that. And we are no longer a people at war. Anxious cadets with fidgety feet get put down for naps early.

Cadet: *sighing like this is the worst punishment ever* can’t we just go back to war?

Shaak: *giggling* Afraid not, sweetheart.

[wraithsoutlaws]

"What're you lookin' at?"

[cupiidzbow]

DK with sideburns is all I've ever wanted

ME TOOOO ME TOOO OH MY GODDDDDDD

the way they’re making him resemble cranky when he was young more is making me crazy . like that’s literallyyyy his grandpa you’re just like you’re grandpa man ……………………..

[sephirthoughts]

just so you guys know, when you are mean to my son sephiroth, this is who you are being mean to

[writtenmisfits]

@viscountbard asked

' i'm generous with you , considering . ' @ astarion (:

"Considering what, exactly, Dandelion?" Astarion asks as he tilts his head and watches the bard from the spot he sits beneath the shade of a tree on the side of the road. His red eyes have a predatory gleam to them, and there is a mischievous smirk resting on his pale lips.

"Considering I'm a vampire, a blood addict, or is it the fact I'm on the run from a very powerful individual?" He asks, irritation in his voice, though it isn't particularly targeted at Jaskier. Cravings tend to make him highly irritable. It just so happens the only poor soul around to be a target for his irritability is the plucky, singing human.

"Tell me, Bard, perhaps in a song... how generous you are, considering."

[honey-dont]

cannot believe i’m having to defend greaseball of all characters

[hisbutleronhiatus]

It has been 41 days since the Kuroshitsuji hiatus was announced.

Alois Trancy invited himself to afternoon tea at the Watchdog’s estate. Despite O!Ciel’s vociferous protests at this intrusion, he ordered Sebastian to brew more tea and make their unanticipated guest a strawberry shortcake. Not because he was glad of Trancy’s company or any such poppycock, but merely to uphold the standards of Phantomhive hospitality.

[muiromem]

I'm Feeling Bad, so I made this for my Mental Health.

[bosspigeon]