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illiana-mystery · 2 years
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Aww, he's such a talkative cutie pie 😍
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texeoghea · 1 year
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i love you vash
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starrspice · 1 year
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I know I'm still super late finishing the muse au stuff for valentines day
So have a peak at Cherub AU Bonnie in the meantime
And yes i will be taking questions
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Guardian Spirit Meets Guardian Angels
Danny finds himself being accosted by three weird baby things with wings claiming to be part of an organization of guardian angels from Heaven called CHERUB asking for his help to go home. Apparently, they heard about him and thought that even if he was a pagan form of protector he could still plead their case to their bosses up in Heaven. Danny, having not known that Heaven was even real before they showed up, is a bit overwhelmed.
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dnangelic · 1 month
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the hollow nonviolence but nevertheless heavily palpable longing and empty vastness of daisuke's heart. post
#*・゚⊰ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒. ⊱ ✦ › OUT.#full sincerity i do not mean this in an edgy oooh my cute moeblob's darkness(tm) his hidden evil side way#because this is dark's loneliness too. this is dark's wanting TOO#but dark's is daisuke's is dark's is daisuke's and they're both#the epitome of leroux's erik's description + christine's waved away loneliness too#a heart that could hold the entire empire of the world but has to content itself with a cellar#a child who's never taken seriously or properly respected despite his stubborn independent streak#or even the canon quote itself- it's enormous but empty. completely vacant. dark. there's nothing but a black pillar (themselves)#and 'nothing to satisfy someone-' i knoooow dai looks the way he does but oh my gooooodh -drags my hands down my face-#he's restless he's restless it's not blood guts violence edgy that his emptiness brings him#it's the heart of a thief someone who STEALS which is also why i abstain from too much hunger metaphor#because they DON'T want to devour they don't want to chew and swallow they want to KEEP!!!#they want to shelter and house and have something anything someone anyone they want to take care of it#BUT THE CURSE!!!!#what they do eat of is their own sin and fall; the apple. the fairy tale candy. the fairy table feast. the pomegranate#and once daisuke starts there's NOTHING left for him except to become the devil even if he's the innocent cherub!!#HE CAN'T RESIST THOSE TEMPTATIONS he can't resist the demands of his desires compassionate or not!!!#anyways i got sidetracked but i just think muses who ever see daisuke's heart#is it gentle? yes. is it warm? no. but it's a chill that makes a shared fireplace or someone's touch and blood warmer#it's lonely it's heavy it's grandiose and noble there are rooms waiting for you to walk in and spread light#candlelight starlight azumano's mock-gaslit lanterns!!!#everybody looks up 2 a rebel but nobody knows how isolating it is not just for dark as sb who decided to betray#and was therefore cast out alone left to bear enormous immense burdens all by himself ostracized and wounded#but for daisuke too caught in the shadow of dark's wings#u kno? ok. thats all
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thedailybullshit · 9 months
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I can’t believe that since finding out Aziraphale was a cherub I haven’t seen a single piece about Crowley joking about “extreme sanctions” to scare him
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dxppercxdxver · 1 year
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me! when! they!!!
presenting the @224bbaker household family tree that makes no sense to anyone except the people who live there
also please appreciate hampton’s silly little moustache. i have no canonical basis for this but i know it in my heart to be true
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cyancherub · 2 years
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can u even imagine. fucking on the couch in the dark in front of the light of the tv and what’s playing is the human centipede
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davemurrayy · 1 year
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IRON MAIDEN - Dave Murray - press conference at Rock in Rio held at the Copacabana Palace Hotel Rio de Janeiro Brazil - 11 Jan 1985. Photo credit: Justin Thomas/IconicPix
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emilykaldwen · 11 months
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because @corporalicent asked for more and I am dropping a cute bit to counter the mean!Al.icent
Something heated and possessive flared through Aegon, watching her turn slightly to look at the intricate carving of the ship that the Targaryens brought to Dragonstone displayed in front of a tapestry of the Valyrian Freehold. He didn’t register what she said, too busy watching the way her red curls fell past those pale shoulders and how the freckles dotting them were like cinnamon sugar on the sweet breads she’d eaten earlier. Her throat was bare and never had he thought he’d think about draping someone in jewels, but the idea of something around her throat, mayhaps with rubies, appealed to him. Something that declared she was his and his alone.  Abby’s fingers, so dainty, so strong when they dove into his hair and gripped him like a lifeline, reached up to tuck her loose hair behind her ear and the bruise - deep and darkly red - was revealed just there in the softness below her ear and along her jaw. He closed the short distance between them, his arm snaking around her waist, hand splayed across the smooth curve of her belly to pull her against his chest. Aegon had been letting her set the pace, but here beneath the shaft of sunlight, the treasure she presented was too much for him. He pressed his face against the top of her head where she fit perfectly beneath his chin (if only just, for height eluded him and found his brother instead). He inhaled the scent of her hair - the orange and lemon of the bergamot oil she used for her curls. “Your Grace,” she whispered and he sighed, fingers flexing against her stomach, fabric bunching slightly beneath his touch, forcing himself to be still, to not beg for more. To not take more. “Your Grace, we shouldn’t,” she tried again but this time, Abby’s voice shook with the little giggles he adored and he shut his eyes when she reached up to delve those fingers into his hair and hold him close. It was his turn to shudder at the feel of her nails lightly scratching his scalp, as if he were her cat laying across her lap. Aegon felt the heat suffuse in his veins, from the top of his head down to his toes that curled within his boots.
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probablyaseamonster · 4 months
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hey so I'm back on my bodyswap bullshit again! (What can i say, its one of my favourite fanfic concepts!)
Alright so hear me out on this one.
feel the crack.
Alastor is character A in the swap...
But character B is someone he's never interacted with
He probably doesn't even know she exists
Shes from a different show entirely
But they have one thing. ONE THING in common.
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Its the cherub Vivzie herself voiced in that one episode.
The one literally named "Deerie".
So basically a cute "innocent" lowest-of-all angel gets bodyswapped with one of the most feared overlords in hell.
And the most important thing is that NEITHER of them are happy about it.
#Like idc what you think#Alastor would NOT immediately see the situation as an opportunity to get info on heaven#At least not at first#Bro couldn't give less of a shit about the angels#From his monologue in the pilot we can infer that he might even practically side with the exterminators#At least in the virtue of sinners deserving serious punishment#He has never shown ANY interest in going to heaven#And given what we know of his backstop its not too far-fetched to think that he'd planned to go to hell#That mentality of “id rather be a ruler in hell than a nobody in heaven”#And that would also be in character because from what we and a bunch of other people interpret his mysterious personality#Bro's power-hungry as shit#He probably dislikes the angels on the virtue of submitting to God#And now... he's the lowest of them all#A cherub. The heavenly equivalent of an *imp*#But much. Much cuter#He's gonna try to maintain a smiling face#Because we all know his philosophy on that#But it's especially annoying because he doesn't have his reputation anymore#Cherubs are known for being moved to tears fast and making waterfalls with that salt#So the intimidation factor is entirely gone#Plus he has to do office work to maintain the ruse#... he's probably gonna intentionally get caught cannibalizing a fellow cherub just to get kicked back into hell.#Seems like the less humiliating option#And then there's Deerie over here#Trapped in the body of a tall skinny sexyman demon with barely any deer features#Plus the. You know. Serial killer reputation and casual cannibalism#She's deffo not having a good time either#Probably regretting banishing that trio#Nah they were advertising their business illegally and acting on God's behalf#Shea such a bitch I love her
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yousaytomato · 7 months
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a customer at work today told me I look like a priest, which is hilarious
but even funnier was that he said,
"Has no one ever told you that before?? Really?!"
Like it was so obvious to him that I look like a priest, he couldn't fathom that people aren't mentioning it to me every day akslsjal
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xpennytrickx · 7 months
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Damn I got them both wrong 😭 I think I was mixing up that my states age is 16 and IL is 17. I used to know that when I was a teen myself and have since forgotten lol. But ty for correcting me!! He's still a freak (to me 🫶)
oh he’s still a freak. pete is the biggest fucking freak imaginable. he’s the most legendary groomer in the midwest. he’s been at large for over twenty years and NO ONE has managed to subdue him. not once. he’s fucking unstoppable
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^^^^ the number one most wanted person in the united states
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jitteryjive · 2 years
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fuck it i’m posting the kid cherub au without context. pov the new guy is quite literally a god
reblogs > likes this took me almost three days
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alastorss · 3 months
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Hi! I hope you're having a good day! I've been thinking, how would Alastor react to the reader casually saying stuff like "I like your laugh, it's nice," and "You voice is really soothing," out of the blue.
a/n: oh i loooooved writing this ^ ^ he would 100% be the type to try and hide that he actually likes the compliments but fail miserably. thank you and i hope you like this!
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
You'd like to say you know everything about Alastor, but that's far from the truth.
You know his mother's jambalaya recipe, sure, and that he takes his coffee black. You've memorized the intro of his morning broadcast, and learned the feeling of his chin propped on your shoulder.
There are pieces of Alastor you know like the back of your hand, but somehow you've never even scratched the surface of deciphering him. He was just like that, you suppose—an enigma wrapped in another mystery that would take a lifetime to unravel.
The only thing he liked more than his secrets was keeping them, after all.
And he especially enjoyed toying with you—dangling little tidbits of trivia about him in front of your face and snatching it away when you inevitably took the bait. He'd laugh about it, too, saying you were so adorable for trying.
For some time you had hypothesized that his ears were a good way of gauging his real thoughts about matters, but he was irritatingly good at controlling those as well. Not even the slightest twitch to give away his inner monologue.
"You are so annoying, you know that?" You once told him while brushing your teeth, words coming out muffled from your toothbrush. Minty foam gathered at your mouth while you glared at him through the reflection in the mirror.
He only laughed, as he always did, and propped his chin on your shoulder.
"How rude!" He chastised you playfully.
You leaned down to rinse your mouth. "I'm just saying," you muttered after standing tall again, "I wish I knew what was going through that head of yours sometimes."
Unsurprisingly, Alastor's expression was unreadable.
He opted to bite your cheek and walk away from the conversation after that, not bothering to enlighten you even slightly.
You watched him from across the bathroom, eyeing the way his shadow danced around him with a mind of its own before it disappeared into the darkness.
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
His downfall began with a comment you made after you ended up falling asleep with your head on his shoulder.
He had been reading the latest article about the Vees to you out loud, practically singing his amusement with how terrible this column had painted out Vox to be. With fame came criticism, of course, and Alastor would happily sit there and criticize Vox all day if he could.
Your head hit his shoulder quick and he sighed, ears perking at the familiar sound of your slowing breaths. (He didn't bother waking you. It's not like he had much else to do at the time.)
"Your voice is so soothing," you shrugged when you finally awoke. "The static is like... comforting white noise for me, or something."
'Or something?' he wanted to ask.
He didn't, because he didn't really care for an explanation further than that. (He definitely didn't avoid prying because he felt something warm in his chest knowing you thought that way about him.)
It kept happening after that, as much as he wishes it didn't.
Little comments you slid into conversation so casually—tiny compliments and teases that drove him up the wall. They were softening him up, flattering him in dangerous ways.
The demon felt his sanity wearing thin with each passing day, making tremendous efforts to hide the way your slips made him warm.
He's sure he is about to crack. At any moment, his ears will flick or his cheeks will cherub with genuine joy because you can't keep your words to yourself. But he's done well for himself thus far, pat on the back, for not gratifying you.
He mentally groans when you join him at the bar, eyeing his drink. "It's the middle of the day," you point out.
"And you've come to scold me?" He tuts.
"I've come to join you, actually."
Alastor chuckles, voice missing it's usual static filter. He reaches over to pour you a glass when you smile at him.
"You have a nice laugh."
He nearly shatters the glass in his hands.
You snicker quietly, leaning over the bar to creep under his face which is scrunched up in concentration.
"What's wrong? I like your laugh, you should do it more!"
Taking a deep breath, the Radio Demon reaches over to pinch your nose. You yelp and jerk away from him, glaring.
"Flattery will get you nowhere~" he sings.
Your head tilts to the side in confusion. There's a smugness to your gaze that makes him feel like a trapped animal, and he realizes that you've known all along what you've done to him.
"Oh, but I think it does," you laugh, nodding to his shadow burned into the floor.
Its smile is uncharacteristically soft, missing all semblance of its usual fangs and sharp edges. Howling in embarrassment, the shadow dives away, abandoning its owner to confront you alone.
All this time, his shadow had been the one betraying him. Through all the times he had forced his ears to stay rigid, with all the effort to maintain his mask of indifference, you'd seen where he had overlooked.
His jaw clenches so hard he can feel his teeth grinding into each other. "You are perceptive, my dear."
"No," you giggle. "You're just bad at hiding how you feel. I think it's cute."
Alastor glowers at you, but his ears flop back and forth atop his head at your praise anyway.
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