#the morningstar family

[im-just-a-br0adway-baby]

(Thirteen-month-old Charlie toddles up to Lucifer and babbles at him sassily while Lilith video tapes them. She walks away.) Lucifer: What did you say? (Charlie looks at Lucifer with a side eye then walks away again. Lilith and Lucifer laugh as Charlie comes back and babbles at Lucifer again.) Lucifer: What? (Charlie walks away again) Lilith: She's like "I'm not finished!" (Charlie stops, points and Lucifer, and babbles at him again. Lucifer puts his hands up sarcastically.) Lucifer: You don't talk to me that way! (Charlie babbles again) Lucifer: I don't care! (Charlie walks back to Lucifer) Lilith: Oh my gosh... (Charlie babbles at Lucifer and tries to push him. Lilith wheezes as Charlie stops again. She babbles one more time and swats her hand at Lucifer. Lucifer points and swats down his hand as Charlie walks back. Lilith wheezes again and snorts before turning off the camera.)

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#779 Twins+Satan

Luci: Hey, Boys

Beel & Belphie(3): Lulu, you play Honk?

Luci:  Honk? What's Honk?

Beel & Belphie(3)*They laugh* Your nose honk!

Luci: What are you talking about? Nothing happens when you press my nose~ Look! *He presses his nose* See? Nothing! It's just a regular old nose

The Twins both press Lucifer's nose

Luci: Honk! Huh?*He looks around as his youngest siblings giggles*What was that?

they presses his nose twice

Luci: Honk! Honk!

Beel & Belphie(3)*Both have a giggle fit*

Luci: Hey! What's going on here?~ Where's that honking coming from?

Beel & Belphie(3): Your nose, Dadda!

Luci: My nose? No way! Let me see*He presses his nose*Hmm~Nothing! Well, that's weird, isn't it?

His brother's laughs and presses his nose again

Luci: Honk!

They burst into laughter, As Satan, enters the scene

Satan(4): What's happening?

Luci: Well, Kitten, it's really weird! Whenever Beel & Belphie press my nose, it makes a weird honking sound!

They press his nose

Luci: Honk!

The youngest brother's laughs

Satan(4): Ooh! Let me try!*presses his nose; nothing happens, looks at his hand in confusion*

Luci:  Weird, huh? Seems to only happen when they does it

They laughed again at their big brother

Satan(4): I'll try pressing it harder! *he waves his arm around, preparing to strike*

Luci:  Son, no!!-

He jumps up and smacks Lucifer's nose, It perfectly cuts

Luci*Is on your lap as he winces at you putting an ice pack on his nose*...At least his aim is getting better...Sniff

Mc: Your a good daddy~*Chuckles at him*

[demonangelgirl134]

Another Q &A blog announcement

For those of you who want to learn more about the Devils family in my au

[notherpuppet]

Three darling daughters #girldad

[sophie-seokkie]

they are the definition of "found family" :(

[bambygourl]

Lucifer and Lilith as morticia and gomez again ✨💕

[missmics]

When I had Alastor briefly muse on this in the latest chapter of my adoption fic I meant it in reference to him having raised Charlie in Great Depression era America

Funny how things go.

[the-radio-demon-blog]

Alastor looks down at Ashh as he sees her horns.

Lucifer's gaze shifts to Ashh, her words going through one ear and out the other, "Ashh, why are you here at this Hotel?" He spreads his arms, his eyes darting all across the lobby as he spins. Then he stops in one fluid motion. "Is it for your sister? For me? For redemption? For...something else?" There's something strange in her father's eyes.

Ashh rushes into the hotel, visibly distressed. "Al!" She calls out, rushing over to Alastor and latching onto his side. "Al, there's a man with a TV head harassing me!" She cries. "He keeps trying to make me join his little group; The Vees, I think they were called? I don't remember, but he was following me!" She fusses, gripping his arm like her life depends on it.

Sighs.

"The Vees are doing what now?" Alastor manages to get his arm free from her grip. He twirls his radio cane and starts sauntering off towards the exit. "I'll go deal with it, my dear."

[elsa-fogen]

Picking a new toy

DON'T TAG AS A SHIP, IT'S NOT 👺

Anyway. Yeah. That's how they decided that Alastor will be their next victim Charlie's new toy this time

Look at those dorks. They aren't obvious at all.

AU Masterpost

[allastoredeer]

Had a thought. Alastor would likely be the "final boss" in terms of redemption, and I wonder if Viv would ever consider giving him a reincarnation ending.

Imagine Alastor, finally running out of luck and/or spitting on every chance of conventional redemption. Only for Charlie to argue that if he had another chance from the start, he might make different choices. Which he tacitly agrees with, but as he says in the pilot: The chance given was the life he lived before, and there is no undoing what is done.

In much the same way as we found out in the stinger that Sir Pentious was redeemed. We get a stinger of a kid who looks very similar to a human Alastor in the modern day, someone calls his name and he gives a grin to the person off camera.

So, I read that very first line and this is what immediately popped into my head.

But also! Reincarnation 👀 that sounds so cool!

[nyxowl16]

what is up with queer depressed men adopting kids and actually doing a good job of parenting??????

and bonus ofc: Stolas and Lucifer!

[inkcapjester]

i cannot draw lilith consistently

anyways, men who simp for their wives >>>>

[spacebubblehomebase]

Out of context reimagined parts from my new #HHStargazersAU!

⚠️ TW: Nerdy word vomit about my coloring choices ahead:

My take on human Chaggie & Radioapple's color scheme! Yes. I headcanon the Magnes as beautiful blondes with just as beautiful brown eyes. Because there's no WAY warm red & yellows translate to cool baby blues! If anything, Vaggie's eyes would be the lighter shade. (At least in my AU.) Because her canon eyes are white and I think the dark skin contrast nicely with blue. As for Alastor's green... Look. Give me a chance! I swear I can later explain it through lore!

As for their clothes, I just chose hell's red for Charline, heavenly hues for Vaggie, earthy colors for Alastor to balance the green (with some white rather than black to show his employment under the Magnes), and pastels for Lucius (though out of everyone in my story, he may undergo the most palette switches. Just saying).

Spoiler for my recent comic update: As you can see, Vaggie & Alastor's human disguises aren't perfect. Thus some parts of their hair remain unchanged. Vaggie's ineffable white bangs and Alastor's brown-passing too-vibrant red hair (which mind you, was a difficult balance to achieve. Specially to match the greens-) still ever so distinct. People think they dyed it, but I assure you, it's all natural~! Along with their near supernatural ability to charm. Lol. -Bubbly💙

[voxslays]

FULL MOON

Featuring >>> Alastor x Reader; In which, Alastor is hiding his seasonal rut cycle from everyone in the hotel, including you. Unfortunately, it isn’t very long until you find out what he’s been hiding…

WARNINGS: Smut, AFAB Reader, Dub-Con??, Seasonal rut

It was late October, the time when sinners went into their seasonal ruts. For many years, Alastor had been able to pretend he was completely immune to the effects of the fall heat he felt. Being able to hide out until late November when his rut disappeared. Until this year, when you had arrived. You were a fellow deer demon, a doe to be exact. You were innocent, naive, and most of all, kind.

You knew of Alastor’s title, one he had earned from taking down and broadcasting the screams of countless overlords and other high-ranking sinners, becoming an overlord in record time. Yet, you never feared him. Alastor was curious about you, trying to truly get to know you. Not for your soul, but for you as a person. You intrigued him, entertained him. That was one of the reasons why his rut was extremely unbearable this year. He had no choice but to lock himself away from you and the other residents of the hotel—only coming out for meals—until his rut was over.

Alastor paced in his private quarters, his movements agitated and uncharacteristically erratic. The scent of your presence lingered in the halls, a sweet torment that set his nerves ablaze. He gripped the balcony railing, his claws digging into the marble as he fought to maintain control. ​​Not only did he feel the pain of his unbearable rut, but the major migraines from his shedding antlers. His antlers felt ready to drop at any moment, but not soon enough to ease his suffering.         

Alastor let out a deep groan of pain, his body wracked with tremors. He was losing control. He let out a roar of frustration, shattering several nearby floral vases. Just as Alastor is about to step into his bayou, he hears a knock on his door. Followed by a muffled voice calling his name. He quickly walks out of the miniature pocket-dimension, growing frustrated with whoever dares to interrupt his alone-time.

Alastor stormed to the door, his eyes flashing dangerously. He flung the door open, prepared to berate whoever had dared to disturb him. His words caught in his throat as he saw you standing there, your expression concerned. “Are you okay!?” You ask worriedly, pressing your hand to his burning forehead. “Do you have a fever?” Alastor's initial anger melted away, replaced by a hint of relief at your presence. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing as he savored the warmth of your hand. "I'm fine," he lied, his voice rough and hoarse from his recent roar. "Just a headache.” He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The scent of your concern was intoxicating, making his heart race. "I appreciate your worry, but I can handle it. It's just...a difficult time of year for me." He carefully states.

“Do you need anything? I’d be happy to help.” You give him a thoughtful smile. Alastor's resolve wavered at your kind offer. He wanted to accept, to lean on you, but he knew the risk. "You're too kind," he said softly, his hand coming up to cover yours on his forehead. "But I wouldn't want to burden you with my..." He trails off, his smile only slightly faltering. He paused, torn between his desire for you and his need to protect you from his rut. "...problems." He finished lamely, dropping his hand and stepping back. "I'll be fine. Just need some rest." He says, as sweat pours down his forehead, the room seemingly getting hotter and hotter. “Just come to me if you need anything. I hope you feel better soon!” You say, waving as you walk down the hall. Alastor watches you go, his fists clenching at his sides. He wanted nothing more than to call you back, to lose himself in your comforting presence. But he knew he couldn't, not like this.

The last time Alastor had come out of his room was Sunday. It was now a Wednesday. You and the other hotel residents—mainly Charlie and Husk (for two very different reasons)—were becoming concerned. Charlie tried to convince Vaggie and you that Alastor was fine, and he probably just needed a little space—while Husk was positive Alastor was planning something. It didn’t really matter to you. You just wanted to know Alastor was okay. When Thursday rolled around, you decided enough was enough. You marched up to his room and gently knocked on the door, not sure if you would even get an answer. The knock echoed through the silent room. Alastor was sprawled on his bed, drenched in sweat and shivering. He groaned and dragged himself up, staggering to the door. He flung it open, expecting to see Charlie or Husk.

Alastor’s eyes widen when he sees you standing in the dimly lit hallway. “Where have you been!?” You ask, with a tone of concern. ​​“Wait a moment.” You say, thinking to yourself. Alastor watched you warily, his body trembling as another wave of need crashed over him. “You’re in your rut aren’t you?” You ask. You had remembered hearing somewhere that some demons could have seasonal ruts depending on their species and sins in life. From what Alastor had previously told you, it would only make sense he had entered his seasonal cycle.

Alastor's face contorted in a mix of embarrassment, frustration, and pain. "Yes," he hissed, clenching his fists at his sides. "And I'd appreciate it if you'd leave. I can't control myself right now." He slightly trembles. “Wait-! Let me help you.” Alastor's eyes widened, and he took a step back, shaking his head vehemently. "No. Absolutely not. You can't." He trailed off, his breathing growing heavier as another surge of desire washed over him. "Please.” Your eyes meet, and you look into his crimson red pupils, now even redder with pain. “I don’t want you to suffer. Please, just let me help you.” You practically beg. Alastor's resolve wavers as he meets your gaze. The concern and care in your eyes nearly undo him. He takes a shuddering breath. "You don't know what you're offering," he warns, his voice rough with strain. "Once I start, I won't be able to stop."

“I don't care.” Something in Alastor snaps at your words. With a growl, he reaches out and gently pulls you into the room, slamming the door shut. He pins you against it, his body flush against yours. "Last chance to run," ​​You don’t dare move, too lost in his gaze. Alastor's eyes burn with an intense hunger as he looks at you. Without another word, he claims your mouth in a brutal, possessive kiss. His hands roam over your body, seeking relief from the torment. "Fuck," Alastor curses against your lips, his voice shaking with need. You gently cup his antlers, rubbing tender circles around them, relieving pain.

A low groan escapes him as you touch his antlers. He grinds himself against you, seeking friction. "More." Alastor pants out. His fingers nimbly unzipping the back of your dress, pushing it off your shoulders, and slowly sliding it off, watching it pool at your feet. His gaze drinks in the sight of you bare before him. His touch becomes gentler, reverent, as he explores every curve and line of your body. He leans down, pressing kisses along your collarbone, his hands sliding up your thighs and wrapping around to squeeze your backside. "So beautiful," His mouth travels lower, tracing the swell of your breast, his tongue flicking out to taste you. His body shudders as another wave of heat washes over him. He lifts you up in his arms, carrying you to his bed. He laid down, positioning you astride his hips. 

He guides your hips, helping you take him inside. A low moan rumbles in his chest at the exquisite feeling of you enveloping him. His hands grip your thighs as he starts to move, setting a deep, powerful rhythm. "That's it," He praises breathlessly ​​as you let out little whimpers and whines. The sound of your whimpers spurs him on, his pace quickening. He reaches between you, his calloused fingers finding the bundle of nerves at your core and stroking it rhythmically. You cry out, your nails digging into his back. Alastor's expression contorts with pleasure and pain. He lets out a guttural growl, his hips jerking up sharply. He wraps his arms around you, flipping you onto your stomach without breaking your union. 

His movements become feverish, his breath coming in short pants. You scream in pleasure, your face being gently pressed down into the pillow. His thrusts become brutal, his balls slapping against your clit with each stroke. The force of his movements causes the headboard to bang against the wall. He reaches under you, his fingers finding your mouth, shoving them inside. He leans down, his chest pressed against your back as he pistons into you. His hips stutter as he reaches his peak, a deep groan torn from his throat as he spilled deep inside you. He bites down into your shoulder, his teeth breaking your skin.

You whimper, gripping the sheets beneath you with all your strength. As he comes down from his high, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, pressing them against your lips to silence any cries. He lays his head against your back, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "Shh, my love," He whispers, his voice dripping with satisfaction. You gently roll over, gently gripping his shoulders as you let out quick, shallow breaths. Alastor's gaze drops to where your bodies are still joined. He lets out a pleased rumble as he feels you tighten around him once more. He grins at you, his sharp, yellow teeth glistening with your blood.

You wipe the sweat off your forehead. He chuckles, nipping gently at your chin. "Mmm, you look delicious like that, my dear. All sweaty and disheveled.” You let out a quick breathy pant. “I am exhausted.” Your body is still slightly trembling. He grins wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Good. That means I did my job right.” He flexes his hips, his body stirring once more. “And only seventy hours to go.” Only seventy…What!?

[notherpuppet]

I just love the idea of Lucifer having to deal with this fucking guy every time he wants to see Charlie

[aminetko]

Family